Transmigrating to the Primordial Era as a Peerless Great Witch, Changing Fate in the Primordial Worl

Anyone with a modicum of knowledge would make such a remark.

News of rebellions from all over the country flew to the Forbidden City like snowflakes and spread throughout the country like a plague.

The capital was shaken, and the young Emperor Kangxi faced the most severe test since assuming personal rule, keeping him extremely busy.

He immediately dispatched his most elite Manchu Eight Banner troops to reinforce the area from different directions.

On the one hand, they gritted their teeth and deployed large quantities of the new firearms that the Qing Dynasty had secretly developed and improved over the years to the battlefield.

Relying on the remaining fighting capacity of the Eight Banners troops, their relatively unified command, and the element of surprise provided by modern firearms,

The Qing court barely managed to withstand the initial fierce offensive of the Three Feudatories, temporarily stabilizing the battle line and creating a stalemate.

However, news of cities falling and armies being routed continued to arrive from various places.

The Qing dynasty had a strong foundation, and the total number of the Eight Banners and Green Standard Army remained large, although they suffered more defeats than victories.

However, thanks to its vast territory and abundant manpower and resources, it was able to hold out for a short period of time and was not completely defeated.

But it was clear to anyone with eyes to see that the Qing Dynasty was already teetering on the brink of collapse and beset by crises.

Two years later, on an autumn afternoon, the sky was high and the clouds were light.

The projection of Wei Xiaobao allowed him to climb alone the newly reinforced and majestic city wall of Yangzhou.

The wall bricks were cold, and the river wind blew, causing his simple black outfit to flutter.

He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing calmly at the vast expanse of the river in the distance, and the faintly undulating mountains further away.

It was a battlefield engulfed in flames, a vortex of power shifts.

I heard steady footsteps behind me.

Zhou Yu and Li Shi, one a martial artist and the other a scholar, climbed the city wall and stood three steps behind Wei Xiaobao.

After two years of honing his skills, Zhou Yu's expression became even more resolute, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, and his murderous aura remained dormant.

Li Shize's demeanor became increasingly composed, his gaze profound, revealing wisdom in governing the world and benefiting the people, as well as the authority of someone who had long held a high position.

Both men bowed to Wei Xiaobao.

What are your views on the current global situation?

Wei Xiaobao did not turn around; his voice carried on the wind, calm and undisturbed.

"Reporting to my lord," Li Shi stepped forward, his expression solemn, hands clasped in a fist, and spoke his opinion in a deep voice.

With anti-Qing forces from all sides launching attacks, the Qing court was overwhelmed and exhausted.

However, even a centipede, though dead, does not stiffen.

The Qing Dynasty had been established for decades, its foundations were still intact, and the Eight Banners still possessed considerable fighting power. Although Emperor Kangxi was young, he was calm, decisive, and good at recognizing and employing talent, making him a rare and wise ruler.

If it weren't for this unprecedented upheaval, given time, it's possible that a golden age could have been created.

I believe that the Qing court, with its rich history and Emperor Kangxi's talent, should be able to hold out for a considerable period of time.

But he paused, his tone becoming certain, indicating that the situation was hopeless.

The Manchus were ultimately a minority, and their policies had been flawed since they entered the Central Plains, leading to deep-seated resentment.

The fighting spirit of the Han people has now been aroused, and various forces have joined forces to rise up. This is a matter of popular support, which cannot be reversed by military force alone.

The defeat of the Qing Dynasty was inevitable; it was only a matter of time.

Yes,

Zhou Yu spoke, his expression grave.

Emperor Kangxi was ultimately young and before he could fully grasp the overall situation and implement benevolent policies to win the hearts of the people, he fell into such a chaotic situation.

With war raging across the land, the pent-up resentment of the Han people, accumulated over decades, is not something that can be easily quelled once it erupts.

The fall of the Qing Dynasty was indeed an inevitable trend.

However, he then changed the subject, saying that in the end, who would win this vast and beautiful land and who would sit on the throne was still far from certain, given the current situation.

Wu Sangui was cunning and treacherous, but he lacked a sense of righteousness.

The two princes, Geng and Shang, were brave and fierce, but lacked strategic acumen.

The Heaven and Earth Society and the Divine Dragon Sect are too entrenched in the ways of the martial world to be fit to wield the power of the state.

Galdan and the Tibetans were foreigners, making it difficult for them to win over the people.

He looked at Wei Xiaobao's back, his eyes flashing with eagerness.

If Yangzhou could have another five or three years of peace and tranquility, it could quietly accumulate strength, manage its internal affairs, train its soldiers, and stockpile provisions.

When the time is right, we will march east to the Yangtze and Huai Rivers, west to Hubei and Hunan, and north to the Central Plains. Who in the world can stop us then?

At that time, not only will conquering cities and seizing territories be easy for our lord, but even the throne will be within his grasp.

Ha ha.

Wei Xiaobao finally turned around, a faint smile on his face, but his eyes gleamed with a deep and unfathomable light.

"It is not appropriate for Yangzhou to get involved in this mess for the time being."

As long as we remain inactive, maintain strict neutrality, and continue to secretly accumulate strength, we can quietly make a fortune.

Nowadays, all the forces are bloodthirsty, busy seizing territory and vying for legitimacy. No one is willing or dares to easily provoke us, this hedgehog covered in thorns.

Let's wait and see, until the best opportunity arises.

He looked up at the vast sky, his smile carrying a profound meaning.

Sometimes, those who act first and most hastily don't necessarily have the last laugh.

"Your subjects, Li Shi and Zhou Yu, swear to serve our lord to the death."

The two people beside him felt the composure and confidence in Wei Xiaobao's words, and their hearts were stirred. They shouted in unison and bowed.

Wei Xiaobao nodded, then suddenly remembered something and asked:

"Zhou Yu, how's the situation with Lord Feng these days?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yu's body trembled slightly, and his expression became even more solemn.

"Your Majesty, Lord Feng has carefully selected from the entire army and civilians as instructed, and has initially selected one thousand people."

They are all outstanding talents with clean family backgrounds, loyalty and reliability, boldness and meticulousness, and a certain foundation in martial arts or special skills.

As far as I know, Lord Feng is currently at a secret camp outside the city, personally training these thousand men. He is not only imparting advanced martial arts skills to them, but also training them in various techniques such as infiltration, espionage, disguise, assassination, interrogation, and counter-surveillance. He has already begun preliminary numbering and file management.

Zhou Yu hesitated slightly: "But if we want to train these thousand people into a powerful fighting force, it will probably take quite a while to hone them."

"It's alright."

Wei Xiaobao waved his hand, his tone calm.

Haste makes waste, especially when it comes to such fundamental and hidden forces. They must be carefully crafted, and it is better to have nothing than something of poor quality.

Tell Feng Xifan not to rush things, but to lay a solid foundation and select the best personnel.

Silver, supplies, cultivation techniques—whatever you need, negotiate with Li Shi and he will do his utmost to ensure it.

"Yes, my lord."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yu and Li Shi both trembled, sensing Wei Xiaobao's high regard for the "Shadow Guards," and agreed in unison.

The three of them discussed some specific matters on the city wall for a while, and the afterglow of the setting sun cast their shadows long on the city bricks.

Finally, Wei Xiaobao waved his hand, and Zhou Yu and Li Shi bowed and withdrew, returning to their respective posts.

Wei Xiaobao stood alone on the city wall for a long time until dusk fell and the lights of thousands of homes in Yangzhou were lit one after another, reflecting the newly appeared stars in the sky.

The city, which had risen rapidly under his will, now appeared peaceful and vibrant, seemingly a world apart from the distant sounds of war and wailing.

He turned and walked down the city wall step by step, his tall figure blending into the deepening night, heading towards the city lord's mansion, a symbol of power and the future.

Beneath the calm surface lies a turbulent undercurrent and a meticulously planned scheme.

He was waiting for his moment to arrive, which then came crashing down.