The Great Seminary

Chapter 193 Precious
Zhang Gui's biggest headache in his past life was dealing with people who were clearly very smart, even cunning, but lacked any empathy, and were petty and prone to overthinking.

Because these kinds of people always impose what they consider to be the correct stance on others.

It seems impossible to ever truly understand the extremely simple truth that "what I do right may be someone else's wrong."

So when he saw that Supervisor Gong was this kind of person, he immediately turned around and left, not wasting a single second...

The third "small-scale war" on Fresh Velvet Island is about to end.

There are not many benefits to gain from staying on the island any longer.

In addition, following Zhang Gui's instructions, Sang Gui led the True Dragon Kingdom's Stone Corpse Warriors into the Eastern Continent.

The chaos in the Ming and Song dynasties' eastern and western Guangdong provinces was further exacerbated.

In such a short time, the number of commoners sent to the True Dragon Kingdom has exceeded one million, which is simply unbelievable.

Something extremely unexpected is bound to happen.

Although Zhang Gui was on Xianrong Island, he was restricted by 'territorial divine authority' and could not exercise divine authority.

However, as long as there is a sufficient amount of 'virtual reality', one can remotely control their own earthly divine kingdom and exert divine authority and the power of elemental rules.

And use your mind to sense everything in the earthly kingdom of God.

It turned out that this change actually originated from another son of Emperor Hezheng, the Prince of Feng, who was ordered to leave the capital to inspect the Western Guangdong Province.

It turns out that after arriving in the southern country, this prince set up his temporary capital in Guilong County, which was the most densely populated and commercially developed area in the province, apart from the capital city of Nanyong.

He did some serious work for a few months first.

Holding both fame and power, they amassed immense influence.

Then, for some unknown reason, his behavior suddenly took a complete 180-degree turn. He began to collude with powerful families and clans, dividing up the national treasury and granaries.

They even took advantage of the annual floods in western Guangdong to secretly breach dikes and flood the fields.

They forced disaster victims to sell their land to survive.

This caused widespread devastation and numerous peasant uprisings, which ironically allowed Old Sang Gui to profit from the situation.

Even with such superficial intelligence, the deeper reasons why Prince Feng drastically changed from a wise prince into a scourge to the country remained unanswered.

More importantly, due to the constantly changing situation, Lao Sang Gui went to the Ming and Song provinces of Dongyue and Xiyue to cause trouble. Gradually, this evolved into 'rebellion'.

This forced Zhang Gui to long ago consider returning to the Eastern Continent to set things right...

An afternoon passed in the blink of an eye.

In June and July, the Dongneihai Sea is sweltering with heat and dry winds.

It was approaching evening.

Zhang Guizuo, who had already run back to the office, waited and waited but received no news of the accident involving Supervisor Gong.

Knowing that you are safe for the time being, you can relax.

He casually crossed the main road outside Seoul.

It activates the "Soaring Freely" ability, allowing one to truly fly through the air like a land-based flight.

We arrived at the mass grave before sunset.

The number of roadside corpses that Han Li, the coroner, and the menial workers under her command brought here to be discarded in wooden carts was decreasing.

After all, once the weather warms up, even if people go out to dig for wild vegetables, fewer people will die.

Zhang Gui didn't feel regretful about this.

First, although he was not exactly a good person, he was not a pervert who treated human life as worthless.

Deep down, I still feel that it's always better to have fewer deaths, aside from my enemies.

Secondly, the recent third "small-scale war" between King Zhen and the Yuanshan Guard on Xianrong Island has added over a million new ghosts to the Ningrang Plain.

Their remains, left behind in the human world, naturally benefited Zhang Gui.

After a 'feast' that leaves you feeling full and bloated, 'snacks' naturally become less important.

The intervals between the so-called "small-nation wars" on Fresh Velvet Island have gradually settled between two and three months.

The number of participants, whether from Prince Zhen's 'new army' or the Yuanshan Guard, is constantly increasing.

But overall, the growth rate of the new army is still faster.

After all, it's good to have a big tree to lean on.

Using the entire Ming-Song famine victims as soldiers, the scale was naturally incomparable to that of the mere inhabitants of Xianrong Island. I remember the last dynastic change.

When the Ming and Song dynasties established the "Yellow Register" after their founding, the total population of the country was less than 100 million.

However, before the chaos of the previous dynasty, the total population living in the Ming-Song territory was over 1.5 billion.

So for the great Eastern Continent, the few talents who have died now are nothing.

However, for Fresh Rong Island, where the total population is only fifty million even in peaceful years.

If this 'bloodshed' continues, the entire country might be wiped out."

Zhang Gui pondered this in his heart, muttering to himself:

"They've turned the country into this mess, and there are even signs of 'national extinction and racial extinction'."

I wonder if the Chienje people, who successfully rebelled, are now regretting it.

He still felt that even if it meant perishing together with the Han Li court, it would be better than letting his mortal enemy live a good life while he himself eked out a living.

"If it were me, I would definitely choose the latter."

A soft, melodious voice came from behind Zhang Gui.

He stiffened, slowly turned around, and after seeing the person's face clearly, immediately cupped his hands and bowed deeply, "So it is Master Tao who has arrived. I have been impolite."

As he spoke, the black fungal carpet that had been slowly wriggling around Zhang Gui withered rapidly and turned into ashes.

Seeing this, Tao Yaoyao asked curiously:

"Young man, the divine horde you command to devour the corpses originates from that demon god?"

"Reporting to the Master, I truly do not know."

At that time, I was in the Mushroom Valley, the last land of the Stone Corpse Tribe, where the lone general was holding his own coronation ceremony.

Afterwards, I went home and took a nap, and suddenly…

Zhang Gui honestly recounted everything in detail.
“Sir, the boy didn’t tell a single lie.”

I really don't know.

"Don't be nervous. You will almost certainly become a pillar of the human race in the future, a true seed."

So unless you harm me first, given my nature, I will not hurt you.

"Excuse me, what is a 'real person seed'?"

Feeling there was a chance to obtain advanced extraordinary knowledge for free, Zhang Gui immediately widened his eyes and asked curiously.

"Is such that.

There's no need to listen to nonsense like, "Heaven rewards diligence; as long as you cultivate yourself and enter the Tao, and persevere in ascetic practices, anyone can become a god or a saint."

Ordinary cultivators can never break through the barriers and transform into Great Venerables.

Only real people have even the slightest hope.

The standard for becoming a real person is...

Before the age of twenty... the bloodline essence evolved into its complete 'true form'...

Cultivating the Daoist techniques...breaking through the insurmountable barrier within three years...

Before the age of twenty, through the cultivation techniques he practiced... he nurtured divine essence and gave birth to his 'true form'...

Of these 33 items, you only need to match three to be considered a 'real seed'.

The next level, reaching the 'inhuman' level B, is the 'real person'.

Tao Yaoyao answered without reservation:
"You were hit before, before you turned twenty... you evolved your 'true form'..."

Cultivating the Daoist techniques...breaking through the insurmountable barrier in three years...

Master two true form transformations... three items.

It's already considered a genuine real seed.

Now there is also the saying that "the true meaning of the practice nourishes the divine essence, which then gives rise to a true form".

This can be described as reaching a higher level.

Even more precious.

(End of this chapter)