Ming Dynasty: Emperor Wanshou is cultivating immortality!

"Boom."

It has been raining for a month and has stopped for more than ten days, but the sky is still gloomy and ready to rain heavily again at any time.

In a teahouse in the capital.

The storyteller on the stage was passionately reciting the latest novel script, with rich emotions and high spirits.

The crowd below the stage was noisy and talking a lot.

"Hey, what do you think, is the thing circulating on the Internet recently true?" A middle-aged cultivator in the early stage of Qi training, who was cracking melon seeds, suddenly leaned in and said to the person next to him.

Upon hearing this, the people who were discussing other things were stunned at first, and then the others around them also became interested.

"How could I not have heard of this? This matter is spreading all over the Internet now, it's so outrageous!"

"Yes, yes, I heard that too."

“But then again, if the imperial court really released a strange plague in some immortal cultivation world outside the domain, then this method is too dishonorable.”

"Yes, I think so too. We are the Immortal Dynasty!"

"I heard that those infected by the strange plague died in extremely miserable ways."

"What miserable death? That's not true! I heard that this strange plague targets the life of the monks!"

Everyone was talking at once, and soon the entire teahouse lobby was almost entirely filled with discussions about the strange plague.

Although the storyteller on the stands felt helpless, he also knew that this was the most exciting thing happening in the entire Ming Dynasty.

"Speaking of targeting the innate nature of cultivators, this reminds me of the news a while ago that the cabinet's elder Zhang openly proposed to abolish the innate nature cultivation system!"

"I heard that the strange plague of the imperial court is aimed at the future, abolishing the innate cultivation system for experiments!"

"Not necessarily?" At this time, someone also put forward an opposite argument, saying: "If it was really done by the court, then why haven't any posts on the spiritual network been deleted?"

"Yeah, I also think it's impossible that it was done by the court, otherwise the government would have stopped these speeches long ago."

"..."

In a small teahouse, the discussion among the monks was extremely lively, and such discussions were common in various places in the Ming Dynasty.

Speculations about the mysterious plague intensified with the tacit approval and even instigation of the powerful in the court.

Public opinion, if not restrained, has completely exploded, and there has also been a lot of discussion about the court.

There were even people who, overtly or covertly, subtly hinted at their intention to rise to power. The people in the Internet Monitoring Department under the local government were in a state of extreme tension almost all the time.

Although the higher-ups have asked not to interfere with certain speeches and to allow the public to discuss them, if certain speeches are allowed completely free rein, it would mean that the people below them are ignorant.

Once they discover any direct and obvious allusions to promotion, they will delete the post immediately, or even send people to inquire about the post, or impose fines or detention as a warning.

In the Hai Mansion, in the back hall, in the study.

Wang Yongji had returned to Nanjing a month ago. Well, it was not because he wanted to avoid trouble in time, but because Hai Rui did not want this good friend to be plotted against and involved in disputes because of him.

Hai Rui has never been a timid person.

The other party's calculations were extremely accurate, because if it was just a strange plague that was poisoning the world of immortal cultivation, Hai Rui would not pay any attention to it, because he was very clear about his position.

But if the person who did such a dishonorable thing was the emperor, then Hai Rui would have to come forward and write a letter to persuade him.

Because the other party knew clearly that Hai Rui would not allow the person he regarded as his king and father to have a stain on him.

"Boom!" There was another muffled thunder outside the window, and a strong wind suddenly rushed in, blowing the books and papers on the desk in front of Hai Rui. Hai Rui, wearing a crimson official robe, stared at the neatly arranged, already written memorials on the desk, turned his head to look at the gloomy sky outside the window, and walked to the window and stared for a long time.

"Patta, patta, patta..."

Soon, raindrops as big as beans fell, and in a blink of an eye, the ground was quickly wet, and then heavy rain poured down from the sky to the earth.

"... Ding Ding!" The huge ancient pendulum clock in the study rang, reminding Hai Rui that noon had arrived.

Taking a breath of the cool air and sniffing the earthy smell outside the courtyard, Hai Rui turned around, put on his official hat, picked up the memorial on the table, and went out.

"Master!" As soon as he went out, he saw his wife Wang standing in the yard with an umbrella.

"We'll wait for you to come back." Wang said softly.

"Yeah." Hai Rui nodded. He didn't hold an umbrella, nor did he use spiritual energy to protect his body. He just spread out the rain and walked out in the heavy rain.

He kept stopping and watching until Hai Rui's back disappeared into the shadows.

She knew that this time her husband was going to do something that no one else in the world dared to do.

Every time this happens, it means the whole family is on the line between life and death!
It was raining heavily and the whole capital city was shrouded in rain and fog. Except for the speeding cars or low-flying shuttles, the usually bustling streets of the capital city were now quiet.

However, the area around the imperial city was still quiet, and no one dared to make a noise here.

Amidst the layers of rain, a bright red light gradually became clearer, heading straight towards the avenue outside the imperial city, and approaching Yuxi Palace step by step.

Hai Rui moved!

At this moment, almost the moment Hai Rui appeared on the avenue outside the imperial city, he was captured by the spiritual consciousness of the Foundation Establishment Stage guarding the avenue from all sides!

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Almost instantly, spiritual consciousness flew rapidly. If a Jindan-stage cultivator used his spiritual consciousness to investigate at this moment, he would sense that a large net woven by spiritual consciousness was spread high above the avenue outside the imperial city!

Afterwards, this huge net of spiritual consciousness, like a thread that had been untied, quickly pulled away in all directions, transforming into straight spiritual consciousness threads that fell into noble and magnificent mansions.

There is a lot of information contained in these spiritual consciousnesses, but it can all be condensed into four words!

"Hai Rui is moving!!!"

Yan Mansion, ancestral courtyard, and study.

"Bang!" Yan Shifan stood up suddenly and said excitedly: "Hai Rui!"

"The target of the person behind this is actually Hai Rui!"

After learning the real goal of the person behind the scenes, Yan Shifan excitedly paced back and forth in the hall for several steps. Then, as if he suddenly thought of something, his body shook violently, and he turned around with wide eyes, looking at his father Yan Song behind the desk, and said:

"No! Everyone knows that Hai Rui is just a sword. Someone is borrowing Hai Rui's sword! The other party's real goal is to use Hai Rui's sword to anger the emperor!"

"To be exact, the other party wants to put Hai Rui's sword in the emperor's hand, and then let the emperor kill some people!"

“Hiss!” After figuring out the key to this almost instantly, Yan Shifan couldn’t help but gasp and hissed, “It’s cruel, too cruel!”

"The key point now is, the other party wants to use Hai Rui to anger the emperor. What exactly does he want to do? Who does he want to kill?!"

At this time, Yan Song, who was sitting behind the desk, no longer had the leisurely mood he had in practicing calligraphy, but instead looked serious.

To be honest, even Yan Song did not expect at this time that the person behind the scenes had even taken the emperor into account.

What purpose does the other party want to achieve that they have to go to this extent?
"..." (End of this chapter)