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"Qiao Sheng and Miss Shi Liancheng were in love with each other, which was a beautiful story. Who knew that the scholar Shi would be greedy and go back on his word, forcing his daughter to marry Wang Huacheng. Alas, Liancheng was strong-willed and her heart was broken. Only the flesh of her beloved could save her life."

Tan Wenjie turned to look at Lu Daoren, who had come closer to him: "Why are you here again? And how did you find my house?"

Every time we meet, we gossip, which really distracts me from doing anything serious.

The movements of my hands had to be slowed down.

There's no way around it, listening to gossip is really interesting, and even after Tan Wenjie became a god, he still couldn't get rid of this little flaw.

"I'll guide you in cultivating immortality." Lu Daoren suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Wait a minute, why didn't you take the imperial examinations?"

These past two days have been the time for scientific expeditions, but Tan Wenjie has been at home sharpening knives, laying out paper, and even singing.

"Who said I had an exam?"

Tan Wenjie casually handed the axe to Lu Daoren and turned to walk into the house.

"What are you doing?" Lu Daoren subconsciously took the axe, quickly walked two steps to Tan Wenjie's side, "You don't want to cultivate immortality, and you don't want to take the exam, do you really want to waste your life in this thatched hut?"

"Look at this chaotic world," Tan Wenjie said, standing at the table, sleeves rolled up, grinding ink. "Can a god save this world?"

Lu Daoren shook his head and replied, "Human dynasties last only a few hundred years, and everything is determined by fate. Gods cannot save them, nor will they."

Tan Wenjie picked up his pen and wrote, then asked, "Can the imperial examination save the world?"

“Difficult!” Master Lu continued to shake his head. “The world has become like this not in a few days, and one or two capable ministers alone cannot change anything.”

The fundamental reason for the deterioration of the world was the incompetence of the emperor, and the heavy taxes and levies that led to the people's suffering, with the rich getting richer and the poor getting poorer.

Poverty breeds wickedness, and that's how the world descends into chaos.

"That's why I value efficiency in my work." Tan Wenjie picked up the written words and blew on them to dry them.

Lu Daoren glanced at the words above, and his eyelids twitched wildly.

There were four large characters written on it.

"By the mandate of Heaven"

While Lu Daoren was taking deep breaths to calm himself down, he saw Tan Wenjie write another one.

"Tan Wenjie Wang"

"You..." Lu Daoren stammered, "Aren't you too efficient?"

Are you trying to rebel?

As Tan Wenjie rolled up the dried paper strip, gesturing and saying something like, "Should we cut open the fish's belly and stuff it in, or stuff it in through the mouth?" Lu Daoren's eyelids twitched even more violently.

Swallowing hard, Lu Daoren asked, "How many soldiers do you have?"

Tan Wenjie held up two fingers.

"Twenty thousand?" Master Lu frowned. "Not enough. If they are willing to lie low for a while, they might be able to develop slowly."

If an ordinary person were to rebel, Lu Daoren would surely turn around and run away without saying a word. But Tan Wenjie is different; his destiny is exceptionally high, and he might very well become emperor.

Tan Wenjie shook his head, pointed to himself and then to Lu Daoren: "You and me, the two of us."

"Me? When did I ever want to rebel with you!"

Pirate ship!

I must disembark.

"I hereby appoint you as the First Marshal of the Army."

"I don't need your investiture!"

With an assistant, the rest is much simpler.

"Marshal Lu."

"Just call me Lu Niubizi, or Zamao, but please don't call me Marshal."

That's a term that could get you your head.

"Buy me some fish."

"what?"

"I've written so much on paper, I'm bound to stuff it into the fish's belly eventually."

It's one thing to copy the Chen Sheng and Wu Guang uprising, but could you at least change the format a little? Others hid books inside fish bellies, and you do the same.

In the end, Lu Daoren still went to buy fish indignantly, muttering under his breath: "You make people buy fish and then don't pay them? You must be a foolish emperor!"

“He doesn’t understand anything.” Tan Wenjie shook his head. “That’s called solving the problem at its root.”

Besides, who said he didn't have any troops? The Xin family next door, with their nest of vixens, were his initial manpower.

One is worth a thousand.

……

On this day, Xin Shisi Niang, who had just gone out to visit the poor people, saw a familiar figure as soon as she arrived at the door.

"It's him again?"

He's the one the sisters call "worse than a beast," they all say he's gone crazy from studying too much.

Xin Shisi Niang went over after everyone left.

“A-Lu”.

The little girl named Alu was a beggar, and Xin Shisi Niang usually took good care of her.

Some time ago, she and a scholar surnamed Feng rescued each other. Later, they both came to visit Alu by chance, but they didn't expect to see Mr. Feng today, but instead saw Tan Wenjie.

“Fourteenth Sister.” Alu saw the joy on Xin Shisi Niang’s face.

"What is that person here for?"

“That’s Master Tan. I heard he’s a scholar, but he didn’t take the exams and instead went into business. He’s already made quite a bit of money,” A-Lu said. “Master Tan just came to ask me if I was willing to work. I’ll have clothes to wear and food to eat in the future, and I won’t have to wander around anymore.”

"It's good that you have somewhere to go." Xin Shisi Niang nodded with relief.

It's better to be able to feed yourself than to depend on others.

"Where's a good place to go?" a familiar voice asked.

"Young Master Feng!" Alu exclaimed in surprise.

Feng Sheng was handsome, elegant, and kind-hearted; otherwise, Xin Shisi Niang, who was used to being alone, would not have become acquainted with him.

"Girl, we meet again."

Seeing Xin Shisi Niang there, Feng Sheng felt relieved. He then asked what the two had been talking about. A Lu did not hide anything and recounted the whole story. Shisi Niang simply listened quietly without saying a word.

"Work?" Feng Sheng frowned. "It's a good place, but Alu is a helpless woman, so it's probably not safe for her. If you and I visit Alu occasionally, we won't let her suffer."

He thought to himself that if Alu were gone, he would probably never have the chance to meet a fairy-like woman like Shisi Niang again.

"That depends on what A-Lu chooses."

The two turned to look at Alu.

"I……"

Alu hesitated, lowering her head to think for a while, but her eyes couldn't help but steal a glance at Feng Sheng.

Finally, she said in a low voice, "I think I'll decline Mr. Tan's offer."

Xin Shisi Niang sighed: "Make your own decision, and don't regret it."

After that, Feng Sheng kept trying to find excuses to talk to Shisi Niang, but Shisi Niang was not interested and left after saying that she had something to do.

She probably won't visit Alu often in the future.

Xin Shisi Niang said, "I have other things to do. I'll come see you another time."

"I'm fine." Alu shook his head, but his eyes kept falling on Feng Sheng.

She also knew that Xin Shisi Niang often came, and Feng Sheng would come too. She felt that she was not good enough for the young master, and seeing him often would make her feel better.

Watching Xin Shisi Niang leave, Feng Sheng couldn't stay a moment longer: "A Lu, you must take good care of yourself. I will come to see you often."

He finished speaking and chased after her, but in the blink of an eye he had lost all trace of Fourteen Sister.

Feeling lost and dejected, Feng Sheng returned home and went to the ancestral hall to offer incense to his ancestors. The most prominent place on the memorial tablet was for Feng Sheng's maternal aunt, who had been praised for her contributions to flood control during her lifetime.

"I fell in love with Xin Shisi Niang at first sight." After offering incense, Feng Sheng couldn't help but recount his relationship with Xin Shisi Niang.

He discovered that no matter how close he got, Shisi Niang always kept him at arm's length.

"I would do anything to marry Fourteenth Sister."

……

"Willing to do anything?"

Tan Wenjie put down his pen and looked at the woman who had appeared before him.

The vixen from the Xin family next door has finally come to visit again, but this time it's not the same Twelfth Sister; it's a different one.

The same flair, the same poverty and generosity.

Can someone help correct this misconception about fox spirits? Flat chests don't attract people.

"May I ask how this young lady is addressed?"

"I am the thirteenth daughter of the Xin family."

Thirteen Sister mocked Twelve Sister for a long time. They were idle in the house every day with nothing to do. It just so happened that Tan Wenjie was the only scholar nearby. If they didn't make fun of him, who else could they find to amuse themselves with?

Seeing Tan Wenjie's eyes really scanning the pen and ink, Thirteen Sister's eyebrows twitched. Compared to Twelve Sister, she had some literary talent, and copying books wouldn't make her dizzy, but it was definitely not as boring as hanging out with a handsome scholar.

"Does the young master also want me to copy books?"

“No, of course not.” Tan Wenjie immediately shook his head, and grabbed Thirteen Niang’s right hand amidst her delighted gaze: “Miss, you are as beautiful as a flower, and your fingers are as white and tender as jade. Holding a pen for a long time might wear them down, so you definitely can’t do those rough jobs.” Thirteen Niang’s joy became even more obvious.

The scholar was not only handsome but also had a pleasant voice.

After I've had my fun tonight, I'll definitely give that nice older sister a good dressing down when I get back tomorrow morning.

"Please do not hesitate to give your orders, young master."

Do you know how to forge iron?

"what?"

Early in the morning, Shisi Niang came out of her room with a frown on her face.

As soon as I came out, I heard my friends complaining.

"What was Thirteen Sister doing all night long last night, making all that clanging and banging?"

"Could it be that it's done?"

Some people had already turned their attention to Xin Shierniang, wanting to see what would happen.

The reason for winning over Tam Man-kit now is no longer for her beauty, but a competition to see who can win his heart in the end.

The door opened, and Thirteen Sister staggered in. Her sisters immediately surrounded her and asked about the battle.

“I asked him if he wanted me to help copy the book, and he said that my fingers were as white and delicate as jade and that I couldn’t do such rough work.”

"Oh~~" the sisters cheered.

The Twelfth Sister, standing to the side, looked grim.

"and then?"

"He asked me if I knew how to forge iron, and he even showed me a stack of blueprints, asking me to forge some kind of seamless iron pipe."

The women immediately commented: "Worse than an animal!"

"Yes, he finally went to bed and fell asleep in the middle of the night, and that's when I used magic to create the seamless steel pipe."

That scholar is not normal; she will definitely not go there again.

The sisters turned around and found Twelfth Sister and Thirteenth Sister huddled together, excitedly berating the scholar surnamed Tan.

The sisters share a deep bond and stand united against external threats.

"Who's next?"

They looked at each other, some eager to try, others just wanting to watch the spectacle.

"I go."

"Fourteenth Sister?!"
Did the sun rise in the east today? Is it possible that Fourteenth Sister, who is obsessed with becoming an immortal, is actually going to seduce men?

Fourteenth Sister asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing."
I thought she understood, but it turns out she still doesn't understand anything at all.

……

It's night again.

As usual, Tan Wenjie was waiting for the fox woman to come to his door.

He was busy recruiting people during the day. It was difficult to quickly organize a group of people using orthodox methods, but fortunately he was a professional in pyramid schemes.

His excellent ability to mobilize emotions allowed him to quickly gather a group of people. All he needed to do was spread the slogans and develop the situation gradually. Overthrowing the already dilapidated court would not be difficult.

Although he automatically chose to seal all his abilities and equipment, he did not seal his own memories.

That knowledge has never left.

The fox spirits with magical powers were an important part of his industrial revolution.

Hearing footsteps, Tan Wenjie thought to himself, "They've finally arrived."

But when he saw who it was, he was slightly taken aback.

Black nightshade?

"Are you from the Xin family, young lady?"

Did you know someone else would be coming tonight?

Fourteen Sister overturned her previous guess. The scholar in front of her was not the bookworm that her sisters said he had become stupid from reading, but rather he had seen through their plans long ago and even turned the tables on them.

"Yes."

I am the fourteenth child in my family.

"So it was Xin Shisi Niang."

What was the original story of Xin Shisi Niang? I guess it was another tale of a fox spirit and a scholar; I have absolutely no interest in it.

Her fox-woman magic is far more captivating than her romantic relationships.

Tan Wenjie asked, "Should we follow the procedure, or skip the boring parts?"

"What procedures are involved?" Xin Shisi Niang asked curiously.

“I came here to study, and you pretended to try to seduce me.” Tan Wenjie pointed to the desk. “In the end, I firmly refused, and you said you would do anything for me.”

"And then?"

“I have a lot of work piled up here and I need people to help me.”

"What if we skip it?" Xin Shisi Niang asked again.

Tan Wenjie said without any politeness, "This is the medicine powder I mixed, but the proportions are a little off, and I also need help with the packaging. Come and get to work."

Warheads, grenades, and even large-caliber artillery.

His rapid development was for the purpose of fighting wars.

It is absolutely impossible to train a group of peasants to the level of fighting against the imperial army in a short period of time, but it is much simpler to train a group of peasants who can fire guns and cannons from dozens of steps away.

Only by seizing the final say can the score be raised to an outrageous 5000 million points. If he only does good deeds, Tan Wenjie doubts that he, as a mortal in this world, could not achieve it even by the time he dies of old age.

Xin Shisi Niang couldn't help but say, "You're being too decisive."

Who asks someone to do their work after just a couple of words?

Tan Wenjie said, "Since we're already here..."

The explosions continued throughout the night, but fortunately, the place was extremely remote and no one passed by late at night.

The next morning, Xin Shisi Niang, exhausted, pushed open the gate of the Xin residence.

As soon as the door opened a crack, more than a dozen heads peered in.

"Fourteenth Sister, how is it?"

"Yeah, did you manage to win them over?"

The outermost two maids, Twelfth and Thirteenth, also pressed on, "Does he have some kind of mental problem? He's definitely making you work again."

Xin Shisi Niang nodded: "Yes."

One of the sisters immediately asked, "If Fourteenth Sister can't go either, who will go next?"

The more people who fail, the more interested they become in Tan Wenjie, wanting to see him fall at their feet.

"I."

After walking around, they discovered that it was still Fourteenth Sister who was speaking.

"Fourteenth Sister, are you still going?"

"I made an appointment with him, why don't I go?" Fourteen Sister asked in confusion.

"Is it...something interesting?" one of the sisters asked cautiously.

“Working for him is tedious and boring.” Shisi Niang shook her head. “However, sometimes what he says is enlightening, as if the path to immortality is right before my eyes.”

"Huh?"*N
It turns out he'd gone mad from cultivating immortality.

……

forest.

Tan Wenjie threw the pistol away.

bang bang bang...

One magazine emptied.

Bullet holes were scattered on the tree trunks in the distance, and a flock of birds took flight in fright.

"That's because this fox spirit lacks common sense. Any ordinary human would know that it's impossible to forge a pistol with a short man and a hammer."

Those requirements were beyond the capabilities of even the best blacksmith, but the vixen didn't realize that these tasks were beyond her scope. She simply thought that Tan Wenjie, as a scholar, was naturally demanding these things, and that it was perfectly normal for him to do so.

If they can't do it, they'll use their magic to secretly slack off and satisfy themselves.

That's how unreasonable magic can be.

Tan Wenjie was in a great mood. As a grand-disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun, he cultivated the Seventy-Two Transformations and was a proper Daluo Immortal. As for Xin Shisi Niang, a spirit who cultivated, she did not follow the righteous path. Even if she eventually became an immortal, she would only be a Taiyi Immortal.

When he gives a lecture, the students are so engrossed that they will definitely come back again.

He had already firmly grasped the mere vixen.

Tan Wenjie holstered his pistol and left, humming a song softly.

"I kissed your face, your feet once rested on my shoulders~" (End of Chapter)