Loan Wusheng

'The dragon girl tastes really good.'

Three months later, in the Arctic, where day and night reigned, Zheng Jun felt extremely comfortable.

The taste of demons is completely different from that of humans, so much so that Zheng Jun felt he was experiencing something different.

However, this also allowed Zheng Jun to obtain the True Dragon Essence.

Beside the bed, the dragon girl Ao Ling's face was slightly flushed, and she looked at Zheng Jun with somewhat hazy eyes, her eyes filled with love.

Although Ao Ling is older than Zheng Jun in terms of age, in terms of lifespan, Ao Ling is probably only a girl in her teens.

Having never met any outsiders before, she is now completely devoted to Zheng Jun's dual cultivation.

After all, in just three months, with Zheng Jun's help, she progressed from the Outer Gang to the Tongqiao stage, which was equivalent to her decades of hard cultivation!
Zheng Jun was gentler with Ao Ling than Zhuo Huang was. While refining the True Dragon's True Essence, he asked, "How are you? Is something wrong?"

Upon hearing Zheng Jun recount the events of the previous day, Ao Ling, lying on the bed, paused in her movements. Having never experienced lovemaking, she only witnessed Zheng Jun's prowess last night. Her face immediately flushed slightly, and she stammered, "No...it's nothing, he's even improved a lot..."

Zheng Jun, after all, possessed a triple Dharma body, and since he didn't deliberately stop her from doing anything, Ao Ling naturally made more progress alongside him.

After answering, Ao Ling hesitated for a moment, her delicate face slightly flushed, and whispered to Zheng Jun, "Your Majesty, from now on... will we have to do this every night?"

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jun raised an eyebrow.

This little girl, I didn't realize it last night, but she was playing pretty big games, and she does it every night?

"I still need to cultivate myself."

Zheng Jun spoke calmly.

"Oh."

Upon hearing Zheng Jun's words, Ao Ling's voice carried a hint of disappointment.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Jun smiled slightly and was about to say something when he heard the sound of a phoenix's cry coming from outside the door.

Zhuohuang arrived from the south to keep her appointment. Her feathered robes fluttered, carrying with them the lingering phoenix fire. As she walked barefoot across the ice steps, she left a string of golden-red lotus marks on the icy ground.

When she pushed open the door and entered, she saw Ao Ling curled up in Zheng Jun's arms, the aurora glowing with an ambiguous rosy hue.

"..."

Seeing this, Zhuohuang remained silent for a moment, then leaned against the door frame and said, "It seems I've come at the wrong time."

Seeing someone approaching, Ao Ling immediately shrank her snow-white neck, trying to hide under the covers. Zheng Jun raised his hand and pressed down on Ao Ling, who was trying to hide. The dragon girl's fair ear tips immediately turned red.

At that moment, a sentence immediately came to Zheng Jun's mind, and he said, "No, you've come at just the right time."

Having said that, Zheng Jun met Zhuo Huang's gaze, only to see the Empress of the Southern Demon Court suddenly smile, her phoenix robe slipping halfway down: "Then I understand Your Majesty's meaning."

After Zhuohuang finished speaking, crimson-gold flames spread from her toes to the bedside.

The demon race doesn't care about those formalities; they're only concerned with cultivation.

Zhuohuang was also aware of how the 'Candle Dragon Eye' was formed, so she had no objection.

However, the dragon girl's cultivation level is too low, which affects her performance.

"..."

Yin and Yang are in harmony, and day and night are clearly distinguished.

With both dragon and phoenix essences present, Zheng Jun has begun preliminary preparations to establish the framework for the 'Candle Dragon Eyes' Dharma form.

The blessings from Zhuohuang and Aoling are quite beneficial to Zheng Jun. If another hundred years pass, things should be nearly accomplished, and he can then attempt to condense the 'Candle Dragon Eye' Dharma Image.

During these hundred years, I cannot leave the North Sea, a place of polar day and polar night.

Upon realizing this, Zheng Jun let out a long sigh, his face showing a hint of frustration.

He had created the Three Dharma Forms in just over ten years, but he never expected that it would take another hundred years to plan.

This 'Master of the Dao' is indeed difficult to attain enlightenment.

Thinking of this, Zheng Jun simply stopped caring about anything else. Since he had a hundred years, he simply issued an imperial edict to build a palace in the North Sea and move all his concubines there to cultivate in peace.

There was no other way; Zheng Jun endured humiliation and dealt with Long Feng, all for the sake of cultivation.

Please don't misunderstand.

Just as Zheng Jun was engaging in illicit activities, in the Zhao residence in Longzhou.

Zhao Wei, the patriarch of the Zhao family and a Yuan Dan Martial Saint, now looked slightly gloomy, his face filled with struggle.

He initially helped Zheng Jun besiege the Prince of Jin for the sake of the "Dejiao Zhong" Dharma Image. Although he wasn't entirely confident, he still had some hope.

Furthermore, through the Zhao family, he also carried out educational activities in the Longzhou area, establishing schools and personally lecturing and teaching, but...

Under the decree of the imperial court, the entire Han Dynasty and even the common people outside the capital began to study diligently. Moreover, regardless of status, even the son of a beggar who met the age could enter school. How the hell could anyone compete for that?
This wasn't the first time he had fallen behind. Back then, when the Prince of Jin was educating the people of the Western Regions in Qizhou, he was ahead of him. So he joined forces with Zheng Jun and destroyed the Prince of Jin.

But now, who can destroy Zheng Jun, the strongest 'Lord of the World' Dharma Aspect holder in history?
With this thought in mind, Zhao Wei took a deep breath and decided to take a risky move!

He wants to gather the Dharma image of the 'Virtue Sect' now!
Upon realizing this, Zhao Wei immediately took a deep breath and exhaled a breath of creation.

"The day of enlightenment is here!"

Upon realizing this, the entire city of Longzhou suddenly trembled violently, and Zhao Wei took a step forward, just like a sage!

At that very moment, the beams of the thirty-six schools in the city sponsored by the Zhao family simultaneously groaned under the weight of the heavy load.

The teachers who were giving lessons were astonished to find that all the articles they had taught were turning into golden characters that floated out from the tops of the students' heads and converged towards the Zhao residence!

"Our ancestor is severing our cultural heritage!"

The current head of the Zhao family was unaware of the situation, but after sensing it briefly, he understood the reason and immediately collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.

This is an attempt to drain Wen Yun dry in order to force his way through!
What's up with this?

Why did it have to come to this!

The head of the Zhao family was somewhat powerless. He naturally knew that the Emperor of the Great Han Dynasty was plotting against the 'Virtue Cult,' and that the Zhao family had most likely no hope.

However, the Zhao family members thought it was a good thing, as offering up the method of cohesion was enough to ensure that the Zhao family would be noble and powerful for generations to come.

It's like the old ancestor falling down, and the whole family getting a good meal.

But I never expected that the ancestor would do such a thing!

In order to fight for that slim hope, they actually had to extract the essence of literature!

Even so, the probability of success is pitifully low.

Why would the patriarch gamble the Zhao family's future for such a slim hope?

Thinking of this, the current head of the Zhao family also felt a sense of despair.

In the polar night of Beihai, Zheng Jun suddenly pressed down on Zhuo Huang Xue Ni's shoulder.

The Phoenix True Fire was flowing between their skin, but then a golden light flashed in his pupils, and the strange movement of the literary energy in Longzhou, thousands of miles away, cast a clear reflection on the ice wall.

"Someone wants to prove their doctrine?"

Zhuohuang keenly sensed the turmoil in the heavens and earth and was immediately surprised. After calculating with her fingers, she was taken aback: "It's not the old fisherman from the South China Sea, but Zhao Wei from Longzhou? Has he reached the level of cultivation and wants to break through to the Dharma Aspect stage?"

Everyone in the world believes that the next person to attain enlightenment should be the old man fishing for turtles in the South China Sea.

But unexpectedly, it was Zhao Wei who wanted to prove his Dao.

This surprised everyone.

Can Zhao Wei also attain enlightenment?
This guy hasn't even reached the late stage of the Yuan Dan realm, so what kind of Dao has he proven?

"He was just in a hurry."

Zheng Jun calmly said, "If we don't seize this opportunity, we'll never have the chance to become 'Dejiao followers' in our lives."

Little Dragon Girl Ao Ling, still half-asleep, clung to Zheng Jun's arm, somewhat bewildered, unaware of what had happened.

Zhuohuang asked, "Aren't you going to stop me?"

"His chances were already slim when he hadn't reached the peak of the Yuan Dan realm. In addition, the ritual was not properly performed, and he forcibly extracted the spiritual veins to break through. The success rate was less than 50%. If he succeeds, it will be due to his personal luck. If he fails, there is no need for me to intervene."

Zheng Jun spoke calmly, not in a hurry.

Although he had his sights set on these 'Dejiao followers,' giving Zhao Wei a chance was not a problem.

If he succeeds, it will be his good fortune. If he fails, then I can save myself trouble by activating the 'Stealing Heavenly Secrets' Dharma at his final crucial moment to replace the ritual and complete this pre-payment step.

It's just a ceremony, not a real replacement for him.

In this way, we can gain a Dharma-type turtle-fishing guest to protect the Jambudvipa world without having to sacrifice him.

Zheng Jun thought to himself.

Upon hearing Zheng Jun's words, Zhuohuang nodded slightly to indicate that she understood, and then said no more.

Zheng Jun stepped forward, looked at the aurora borealis in the sky, and said to Zhuohuang, "You and Ao Ling stay here. Take some time to teach Ao Ling and help her break through her cultivation level as soon as possible. This will be good for both of us."

After saying this, Zheng Jun stepped onto the purple light and headed towards Longzhou, ready to await Zhao Wei's breakthrough results.

Watching Zheng Jun walk away, Zhuohuang stretched lazily, then looked at Ao Ling and revealed a charming smile: "Ao Ling, right? Come, let me see your skills."

……

Above Longzhou City, thirty-six golden streams of literary energy hung like an inverted Milky Way, forming a huge vortex above the Zhao residence.

Each passage of literary fortune is imbued with countless Confucian classics, representing the edification accumulated by the Zhao family over three hundred years.

Zhao Wei stood in the center of the courtyard, his white hair dancing wildly, his robes billowing and rustling from the surging literary energy.

"Heaven and earth are the furnace, and creation is the craftsman!"

Zhao Wei formed a hand seal, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

With his loud shout, the entire river of literary fortune in the sky solidified slightly.

Judging from this, there's actually a good chance of success.

Meanwhile, students across the land, who were reciting classics, also gained some insight and unanimously turned their gaze toward Longzhou.

At this moment, Zhao Wei was in a mysterious state.

He felt his soul merging with the long river of literary fortune, as if he had touched the threshold of some supreme realm.

But at this critical moment, the river of literature suddenly trembled violently.

The academic luck he forcibly extracted from the students has begun to backfire!
"No!"

Zhao Wei let out a heart-wrenching roar.

His voice was filled with resentment.

The countless golden characters transformed into sharp blades that pierced his soul, each stroke carrying the resentment of the plundered.

Black blood began to seep from Zhao Wei's seven orifices, and spiderweb-like cracks appeared on his Yuan Dan.

The attempt to attain enlightenment is about to fail!
At that moment, purple clouds rose, and Zheng Jun traversed thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in one step. When Zheng Jun took his second step, he was already standing on the top of the tallest bell tower in Longzhou City.

"His Majesty?!"

Amidst his resentment and anguish, Zhao Wei caught a glimpse of that purple-gold figure, and a final hope rose within him in his despair.

He tried to call for help, but found that his throat had been frozen by Wen Yun.

Zheng Jun stood with his hands behind his back, his black dragon robe remaining perfectly still amidst the storm of literary energy. He watched as Zhao Wei's body was swallowed up by the golden river and sighed softly, "Forcing things is going against the will of Heaven, so why bother?"

After saying that, Zheng Jun pointed his right hand together like a sword, and a strange gray light appeared at the tip of his finger.

That was the unique chaotic energy of the 'Stealing Heavenly Secrets' Dharma Form.

"The secret of heaven is but a thread; I take nine parts."

Zheng Jun flicked his sword, and a gray line precisely pierced the connection between Wen Yun Chang He and Zhao Wei.

In an instant, the entire golden river seemed to be struck by lightning, and flowed backwards along the gray line towards Zheng Jun!
As for Zhao Wei himself, his Yuan Dan exploded, turning into countless points of light that were swept away by the River of Literary Fortune.

Strangely, his shattered soul did not dissipate. Instead, it was drawn by the gray thread and reformed into a soul in Zheng Jun's palm. The next second, it appeared in the Zhao residence unharmed.

Zhao Wei felt as if he had been transported to another world.

Zheng Jun, on the other hand, looked around indifferently, and a line of gilded characters appeared in front of him.

[Condition one for the 'Stealing Heavenly Secrets Dharma Image' has been fully repaid.]

As the gilded characters flashed before his eyes, Zheng Jun was extremely satisfied.

Zhao Wei, standing to the side, was utterly disheartened, his face ashen.

"Your Majesty, forgive me."

The Zhao family members rushed over, hurriedly apologized, and were extremely uneasy.

Zheng Jun merely glanced at the few members of the Zhao family and immediately waved his hand, saying, "It's alright."

After saying that, he looked at Zhao Wei, whose face was deathly still, and immediately said, "I hereby appoint you as the Education Commissioner to oversee the literary tradition of the nation, as atonement for your sins."

"As for the Zhao family members... the Qing Prince's Mansion is downgraded to the Qing State Duke's Mansion, with hereditary succession and decreasing rank by rank."

Having said that, Zheng Jun said no more and left in a huff.

Zhao Wei's actions were extremely controversial.

However, after failing to break through using such methods, it is almost impossible to break through the 'Dejiaozong' Dharma image again.

Therefore, Zheng Jun was very confident in letting him handle the literary tradition of the world.

As for the other members of the Zhao family, they were simply innocent victims, and Zheng Jun had no intention of punishing them.

Demoting the Prince of Qing's mansion to the Duke of Qing's mansion can be considered a form of punishment.

After fulfilling the first condition of repaying the 'Stealing Heavenly Secrets' Dharma Image, Zheng Jun returned to the North Sea.

After all, the 'Virtue Sect followers' still need to be cultivated, and the 'Candle Dragon Eyes' Dharma image is the current focus.

Next, he will reverse the dragon and phoenix, and completely refine the light of the polar day and polar night, so that the true essence of the dragon and phoenix can be united!

This period may take decades or even centuries.

But Zheng Jun can wait.

Now, a group of celestial gulls are watching from beyond the heavens. Whether it's the 'Virtue Cult,' the 'Wandering Swordsmen,' the 'Candle Dragon Eyes,' or the one who needs to repay the 'Stealing Heavenly Secrets,' it will all take time.

That's good, it allows me to finally calm down and let things flow naturally for a while.

With this thought in mind, Zheng Jun returned to Beihai without hesitation.

……

In the Yanfu Realm, everything was proceeding smoothly according to Zheng Jun's plan, without the slightest error.

After receiving Zheng Jun's promise, the Venerable Shennong of Nanshan worked exceptionally hard, going all out to frantically increase yields per mu throughout the entire Han territory.

His disciples and followers are also constantly expanding, reaching hundreds of thousands of people. Not to mention the core areas of the Central Plains, even in the counties of the East China Sea, the South China Sea, and Liaodong, there are already Shennong's descendants teaching farming.

As soon as Zheng Jun's "Education Decree" was issued, the people throughout the entire territory were in an uproar, especially those from ordinary families, who sent their children to school.

On the one hand, in this world, studying is a good way to escape class barriers. Ordinary families find it difficult to learn martial arts, so studying literature is the most cost-effective way.

On the other hand, the school provides lunch. Children have nothing to do at home, so sending them to school means they can learn and save on a meal. Why not?
However, this also alerted local powerful families and gentry.

Of course, these are mainly small-time wealthy families, also known as 'poor families'.

For a long time, the right to education has been almost monopolized by these landlord classes. They did not have the powerful influence of aristocratic families, and generally their children were trained in both civil and military subjects, with the aim of filling the lower ruling class of the dynasty.

This process was the same from the Xia Dynasty to the Zhou Dynasty.

The highest ranks have no poor families, and the lowest ranks have no noble families.

Therefore, when Zheng Jun implemented this measure, the resistance from the gentry and local tyrants was naturally enormous. However, even if they resisted, it would be useless, since the biggest user of violence in the entire world was Zheng Jun himself.

However, during these sixty years, they did experience several rebellions, the largest of which even swept through the entire Jiangzhou.

But it had no effect whatsoever. Without Zheng Jun even having to lift a finger, Lu Meng, who was stationed in Jiangzhou, used his power as a Yuan Dan Martial Saint to suppress these rebellious peasants.

With this, the territory of the Han Dynasty was pacified, and no one dared to question the schools promoted by Zheng Jun.

And just like that, sixty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Both the realms of Jambudvipa and Xuanhuang have undergone earth-shattering changes. (End of Chapter)