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The wind stopped, and the sound ceased.

The air on the top floor of Fanlou seemed to have been sucked out instantly.

All eyes were fixed on that dark, gaping brass pipe. That single eye was brazenly pointing directly at the imperial palace!

Su Shi's face was as white as paper, and his throat felt like it was stuffed with a piece of burning charcoal. The phrase "there is an assassin" was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a sound.

Spying on the Forbidden City? That's punishable by the extermination of your entire family!

"Clang!" Zhao Yunrang smashed the teacup in his hand on the ground, and the scalding tea splashed all over his crotch, but he was completely unaware, like a dead man.

Finished!

If this barbarian finds out which palace the Emperor is sleeping in tonight, the Song Dynasty will be completely exposed!

Of all the people present, only Jiang Lin remained as steady as a rock.

He even casually blew away the foam on the teacup, a hint of mockery on his lips.

Look?

What are you looking at?

He had long ago locked the focal lengths of the telescope's objective and eyepieces to the "infinity" setting with industrial glue. Viewing lunar craters would be like seeing high-definition 4K, but what about seeing a palace ten miles away?

That's a mosaic that comes with a built-in dizziness buff!

Jiang Lin silently counted down in his mind.

"three."

Xiao Temo grinned maliciously, slamming his right eye into the goggles. The true strength and weakness of the Song Dynasty would be revealed tonight!

"two."

The sinister smile on Xiao Temo's lips froze.

There were no imperial guards, no palace walls, and no beauties.

All he could see was a distorted, chaotic, and exploding patch of light! It was as if someone had grabbed a handful of fluorescent powder and thrown it hard into his eyes!

"What the hell is that?!"

Shore was horrified. He instinctively widened his eyes, trying to see clearly, his eye muscles contracting wildly as he tried to find focus in the chaos.

But the human eye's pitiful ability to adjust is as insignificant as an ant trying to push aside Mount Tai in the face of hundreds of times optical defocus.

A strong feeling of dizziness traveled along the optic nerve and instantly shot into the brain!

"one."

Jiang Lin put down his teacup, and the soft tapping of the porcelain bottom on the table became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"ah--!!!"

A piercing scream tore through the night sky.

Shorter suddenly jerked backward, clutching his right eye as if electrocuted, staggering and crashing into the railing, nearly falling headfirst off the building.

"My eyes! Fire! Fire is burning!"

The right eye that had been peering into the palace was bloodshot, tears mixed with bloodshot veins streaming down its face. The person was curled up on the ground, convulsing in pain.

The entire room fell silent.

The wealthy merchants shrank back, Zhao Yunrang opened his mouth wide, and Su Shi's eyes almost popped out.

The Liao spies, who were just moments ago so arrogant and eager to see through the Song Dynasty's secrets, were utterly defeated after taking one look at the palace.

Could there be a poison needle hidden inside the scope?

"snort."

A cold snort, as loud as a thunderclap.

Jiang Lin slowly rose, swung his sleeves, and stood with his hands behind his back. The night wind billowed his robes, making him appear like a banished immortal judging the mortal world.

He looked down at the weeping Xiao Temo, his voice not loud, but carrying an imposing aura that made one's knees go weak.

"You audacious scoundrel, utterly ignorant of the wrath of Heaven!"

Jiang Lin stepped forward, his words sharp as knives: "Within the Forbidden City dwells the true Son of Heaven! Protected by boundless purple aura, and blessed by the spirits of his ancestors!"

"This Heavenly Mirror is a divine artifact; it can be used to observe the heavens and grasp the moon, and to explore the netherworld and the underworld."

"But this residence of the emperor on earth is one that mortals must not peek into or see!"

Jiang Lin's eyes were icy as he pointed at Xiao Temo: "You barbarian, made of mortal iron and with a mortal body, dared to dream of using a divine artifact to break through that True Dragon Purple Qi? If it weren't for the benevolence of the officials, who only injure and don't kill with dragon qi, what just exploded wouldn't have been your tear ducts, but your dog's head!"

boom--!

These words struck like a thunderbolt from the heavens, hitting everyone hard on the head.

That's it!

It's a true dragon protecting me! It's a backlash from the purple aura!

"Thump!"

Zhao Yunrang's knees buckled, and he knelt down.

This usually unreliable prince was now facing the direction of the palace, prostrating himself on the ground, his backside sticking out, trembling, and shouting in a tearful voice:

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Great Song Dynasty! Our ancestors have shown their divine power!"

That's terrifying! I almost bought this thing and took it home. What if I got drunk one day and peeked at it? Wouldn't I just die on the spot?

"Heaven blesses the Great Song! The Emperor's divine might!"

"I am guilty! I actually tried to steal the divine artifact!"

They all knelt down with a clatter.

Whether they were wealthy salt merchants or self-proclaimed aloof literati, they all kowtowed repeatedly at this moment.

Nothing is more awe-inspiring than witnessing the tragic state of the powerful firsthand.

Standing behind Jiang Lin, Su Shi watched this scene, his worldview shattered.

He glanced at the "magical weapon," then at the unfathomable back of his own headmaster.

Is this what the teacher meant by "science"?

This is clearly theology! No, this is a metaphysical attack!

Shortmot on the ground finally caught his breath.

His right eye was still in excruciating pain, and he could only see double. But what devastated him even more than the pain was the fear he felt inside.

He didn't believe in ghosts or gods, only in the knife in his hand. But the dizzying sensation of his soul being pulled away just now was completely beyond his comprehension.

Was that the fate of the Song Dynasty? Or was it truly a backlash from the dragon's energy?

If even a glance would incur divine retribution, how could the Liao cavalry possibly advance south?

"Take your things and get out."

Jiang Lin waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away a fly.

He walked to the telescope, casually adjusted the lens back to point towards the sky, the movement seemingly effortless.

"Look more at the sky, less at the ground. This thing can make you see the gods on the moon, or it can make you blind on earth. Think twice."

Xiao Temo shuddered.

He scrambled to his feet, the sandalwood frame he had once treasured now burning hot in his hands.

This isn't a treasure; it's clearly a curse that could explode at any moment!

But he dared not refuse. Fifty thousand strings of cash—it was his entire fortune and his very life!

"Thank you so much for your guidance."

Xiao Temo gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse, all traces of his previous arrogance gone. He frantically covered the camera lens with a black cloth, as if it were a talisman to seal away demons, not daring to even glance in the direction of the palace.

"Walk!"

He growled at his entourage, grabbed his binoculars, and fled towards the stairwell like a stray dog.

……

Half an hour later.

In the back alley of Fanlou, a horse-drawn carriage sped away under the cover of night.

Inside the carriage, Xiao Temo covered his right eye, which was swollen like a peach, his eyes flashing with the madness of a gambler.

"Back to the post station?" the confidant asked.

"No! Leave the city tonight!" Xiao Temo gritted his teeth. "Send it back to the capital! This thing is too evil; I can't control it. Please have the High Shaman personally intervene!"

"Also, investigate! Investigate Jiang Lin's background! If he doesn't die, he will be a major threat to the Liao Dynasty!"

……

The top floor of Fanlou.

Jiang Lin listened to the rapid clicking of Qian Duoduo's abacus and lightly tapped his fingers on the table.

"Headmaster! Fifty thousand strings of cash and two chests of gold ingots!" Qian Duoduo's eyes narrowed with laughter. "Our academy couldn't possibly eat all of that in ten years!"

"Is that all you're satisfied with?"

Jiang Lin swirled his wine glass, his gaze fixed on the north, the direction Xiao Temo had fled.

"This is just the beginning."

Su Shi, who had been holding back for a while, finally chimed in: "Headmaster, if that barbarian goes back and tries to figure out a way to succeed, wouldn't he be aiding the enemy?"

"doorway?"

Jiang Lin put down his wine glass, pointed to his head, and smiled like a cunning old fox.

"The telescope has a fixed focus and its lenses are made of extremely brittle, specially made glass. Trying to disassemble it by force? It will shatter at the slightest touch."

Jiang Lin stood up, gazing at the bustling night view of Bianjing, and said softly:

"Zizhan, remember one thing."

"The most expensive thing in the world is never a mirror."

"It's the instruction manual."