Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 402 The Great Feng Unruly Commander (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking further subscriptions!)

With a new emperor ascending the throne, everything needs to be rebuilt, especially now that public sentiment has just begun to be rallied, there are many complicated matters to handle.

The most important and urgent thing, of course, is to make money.

There was no other way. For the previous nineteen years, Emperor Yuanjing had been constantly plundering resources from various states to refine pills in order to improve his own cultivation level. Even with the annual tax increases, it was still difficult to fill this bottomless pit.

Not to mention that in order to weaken the fortunes of the Great Feng Dynasty, Emperor Yuanjing secretly cultivated many corrupt officials. As a result of their incompetent efforts, the Great Feng court's fiscal revenue was almost always in deficit. It would be a miracle if they had any money at all.

Faced with this situation, the imperial court would generally consider two solutions first.

One approach was to increase revenue and reduce expenditure, by cutting officials' salaries and opening up salt routes and waterways to find more ways to make money.

Secondly, we should continue to increase various taxes, making life difficult for the people first, and then implement various policies to benefit the people and appease them after we get through this most difficult period.

However, neither of these two methods is suitable for the current situation of the Great Feng.

The former is too slow and takes a long time to see results. According to Wu Xian, a great calamity is coming, and there will be places where money is needed everywhere. Simply increasing revenue and reducing expenditure will not help at all.

As for increasing taxes on the people, that's even more unacceptable.

After all, Huaiqing had just ascended the throne and was a woman. She had finally managed to win people's hearts with the "auspicious omen from heaven." If she were to pull this stunt, it would be a waste of all her previous efforts.

Moreover, as the new ruler, Huaiqing should also issue a three-year amnesty and a tax reduction decree to further stabilize the people's hearts and minds, so as to further consolidate the fortunes of the Great Feng Dynasty.

So the question arises: with so many restrictions, how is the imperial court supposed to raise money?

Wu Xian didn't even need to lift a finger; Wei Yuan had already provided the best answer.

The house was ransacked.

Naturally, behind every crumbling feudal dynasty, there were hundreds or even thousands of corrupt officials, and the Great Feng Dynasty was no exception, perhaps even more so.

Because these corrupt officials, besides those who created themselves, were also personally cultivated by Emperor Yuanjing, the former ruler of the Great Feng Dynasty. Who the hell can you reason with?

Fortunately, Emperor Yuanjing is now dead, and with Wu Xian as a powerful weapon behind him, even if a massacre were to break out, it would not cause too much turmoil to the court. This is the best time to purge these corrupt officials.

Therefore, with the approval of Huaiqing and most of the cabinet ministers, the various military agencies of the court began to cooperate with the night watchmen to arrest the spies that Emperor Yuanjing had planted in various prefectures and prefectures, as well as those officials with bad deeds, and seized a large amount of property and resources.

Most of these assets were taken into the national treasury, while fertile land and similar assets were, at Wu Xian's suggestion, returned to ordinary people in proportion to the number of family members, greatly alleviating public resentment towards the imperial court.

At the same time, the imperial court launched the imperial examination ahead of schedule, intending to bring in a large number of talented people to fill the vacancies left by corrupt officials.

In addition, the great scholars of Yunlu Academy were directly invited to serve as officials in the imperial court, starting with the rank of fourth grade or above. Among them, the dean, Zhao Shou, was directly admitted to the Grand Secretariat and granted the title of Grand Secretary of the Wenyuan Pavilion, enjoying unparalleled prestige for a time.

It is said that these great Confucian scholars, having only recently taken office, saw their cultivation levels increase daily due to their close connection with the court's fortune, and they broke through to new realms one after another.

In particular, Yang Gong and Zhang Shen, these Confucian scholars who were at the fourth-rank Gentleman Realm, showed signs of breaking through to the third-rank Transcendent Realm.

As for Dean Zhao Shou, there's no need to say more. He had already reached the peak of the third rank many years ago. As long as he could condense enough luck, breaking through to the second rank would be a natural thing for him.

In a short time, the strength of the Confucian school has improved dramatically, and perhaps soon there will be many more extraordinary experts.

This is undoubtedly exciting news for the Great Feng Dynasty, especially given that the Great Feng's guardian deity, Jian Zheng, has suddenly disappeared without a trace.

In fact, if the Imperial Censor had not suddenly disappeared, leaving the court without its strongest military support, the cabinet ministers and members of the royal family, led by Wang Zhenwen, might not have compromised with him so easily and supported Huaiqing's ascension to the throne.

Speaking of the Director of the Imperial Observatory, one must mention the Imperial Observatory and its disciples.

Sun Xuanji, Yang Qianhuan, Zhong Li, Song Qing, Chu Caiwei...

Each of these characters in the original work has their own flaws. Some have a stutter that drives people crazy, while others are secondhand pretentious people who like performance art. There are also unlucky guys, mad scientists, and silly little foodies. But putting these facts aside, they are indeed rare talents in this world.

If these individuals, and even the sorcerers under their command, can be properly utilized, they can definitely contribute to the future production and construction of the Great Feng Dynasty.

So even after learning that the Director of the Imperial Observatory had abducted Xu Qi'an using a method to conceal the secrets of heaven and that he was very likely to deal with him, Wu Xian did not make things difficult for the people in the Imperial Observatory. Instead, he often went to the Imperial Observatory to wander around and occasionally discussed and researched with the alchemists there, trying to tinker with more things from other worlds.

For example, there's Jin Ke La (a traditional Chinese medicine), penicillin, hybrid rice, irrigation systems, and even steam engines, generators, and more sophisticated and ingenious special firearms that can be enhanced with runes.

In addition, there are special formations or magical artifacts, similar to fragments of the Earth Book, capable of long-distance, real-time communication. These were mass-produced to establish a national-level telephone and telegraph network...

Without a doubt, the original Wu Xian could never have done these things, nor could he have imagined doing them. After all, he was just an ordinary transmigrator before, who could barely make cement. He could only vaguely remember the formula and materials, and the specifics of how to make it all depended on the sorcerers to figure it out themselves.

But it's different now.

The mysterious space shared with him not only basic attributes and a variety of extraordinary abilities, but also technical knowledge from multiple worlds.

If Wu Xian so desires, he can obtain all kinds of knowledge from his other memories at any time and create a learning manual "from beginner to expert".

It is conceivable that once all these things are invented, they will undoubtedly enhance the overall national strength of Da Feng in a short period of time, improve the lives of the people, and thus gather enormous fortune to support Wu Xian's subsequent series of plans.

……

Two flowers bloom, each telling its own story; now let's turn our attention to the frigid lands of the North.

On a massive mountain covered in wind and snow, a beautiful woman dressed in white, with a bewitching and alluring appearance, sat on the edge of a steep cliff, raising one of her long, white, python-like legs and casually swinging her beautiful, bare, jade-like feet.

A brass bell jingled around her ankle as she swayed her snowy feet.

The woman appeared quite relaxed, but when she looked down at the snow and wind below the mountain, her gaze was filled with solemnity and complexity.

Rumbling--

With a deafening roar like thunder, the seemingly endless blizzard was suddenly shattered by a powerful impact.

Suddenly, the world was filled with light, as if the sun had risen out of nowhere, turning everything in sight pale.

But then, the light vanished abruptly, and the world returned to darkness and chaos...

This cycle repeated itself, with the terrifying energy expanding to its extreme point and then instantly declining. The exaggerated transformation of rising to its peak and then rapidly returning to its peak made the white-clad woman's eyelids twitch wildly, and her expression became extremely solemn.

"Heh, you do have a pretty good supernatural ability."

Suddenly, a man's soft laughter rang out.

"It's just a pity... that demons can't do it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a blood-red blade of light, capable of splitting the heavens and earth, descended from the sky.

Snap—Splash!
Like a shattered mirror, the eerie celestial phenomena, flickering between light and darkness, seemed to be shattered by this single strike, followed by a soul-piercing, mournful roar.

The void suddenly surged, and a dark shadow streaked across the sky.

The first thing that catches the eye is a huge snake head, its entire body crimson red, its body winding for hundreds of feet, and a single golden eye on its forehead that is as bright as the sun.

It is as tall as a mountain when it simply stands up; ordinary people are as insignificant as ants in its presence.

Zhu Jiu, the leader of the northern demon clan, is a descendant of a powerful god and demon in legend.

However, at this moment, this peerless demon, whose cultivation had already reached the third rank of transcendent, was in a terrible state. There was a terrifying knife wound about seven inches away from him, deep enough to expose the bone.

The wound began to writhe at a visible speed, as if trying to heal itself, but whenever this happened, a trace of malevolent energy would appear at the edge of the cut, hindering the process and slowly spreading like maggots clinging to the bone.

"Who is coming!!"

Sensing the abnormality at the wound, Zhu Jiu was both shocked and furious. He opened his mouth and let out a piercing shriek. The sound waves spread, causing avalanches of varying sizes to occur in the surrounding snow-capped mountains.

Ahead, a large expanse of light and shadow distorted instantly, and a tall and slender figure gradually emerged.

He wore iron armor and a blue robe, with antique-style sleeves, a metal conical hat, and his face was covered by a Shura mask with red armor and mysterious patterns...

My name is Wu Xian.

The man raised his hand to the hilt of the sword at his waist, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Zhu Jiu with a mocking and cold gaze behind his mask.

"Da Feng—Bad Commander!"

(End of this chapter)