My classmates chose martial arts and fantasy, but I chose the prehistoric world.

On this day, Emperor Xin was reviewing memorials in his study when he suddenly felt drowsy.

He rubbed his temples, about to call a servant to bring him a cup of strong tea—

A voice suddenly rang in his ear:

"Is Your Majesty tired?"

Di Xin was startled and abruptly looked up!

There was another person in the imperial study, someone had appeared out of nowhere.

He was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties, wearing a blue Taoist robe. He had a handsome face and an otherworldly air. He stood with his hands behind his back by the window, smiling at him.

His smile was gentle, but Di Xin felt a strange chill rise up his spine!

How did he get in?!

Where are the guards outside?!

Where are the eunuchs at the gate?!

Why didn't anyone report this?!

"Who are you?!"

Di Xin forced himself to remain calm and asked sternly, "How dare you trespass into the royal palace?!"

"I am Meng Chuan, a wandering cultivator."

Meng Chuan cupped his hands in greeting, speaking as casually as if he were greeting a neighbor. "I was passing through Chaoge today when I saw a purple aura rising into the sky from the royal palace. I figured it must be the residence of the true Son of Heaven, so I came uninvited to meet Your Majesty."

Di Xin stared intently at him, his hand already stealthily reaching for the sword at his waist.

But Meng Chuan's next move completely stunned him.

Meng Chuan stretched out his finger and gently tapped the air—

Suddenly, a peach tree appeared out of nowhere in the open space in the center of the Imperial Study!

The peach tree took root, sprouted, branched, and grew leaves at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then blossomed with peach flowers all over the tree!

Pink petals fluttered down, landing on the ground, the table, and Di Xin's shoulders, releasing a refreshing fragrance.

Di Xin's eyes widened, and he was completely stunned.

He grew up in the palace and had seen countless extraordinary people, but he had never seen a peach tree appear out of thin air like this before!

"This...this is..."

"A little trick, nothing to brag about."

Meng Chuan smiled, reached out and plucked a peach blossom, then gently blew on it—

The peach blossom transformed into a butterfly and fluttered out the window.

Di Xin took a deep breath and slowly loosened his grip on his sword.

He is not a fool.

He knew that the person in front of him was definitely not an ordinary charlatan.

To appear silently in a heavily guarded palace, to effortlessly display such miraculous abilities—

This person is no ordinary individual!

"Taoist Master..."

Di Xin's tone became more respectful, "May I ask what brings you here?"

"I dare not presume to offer my guidance."

Meng Chuan walked up to him, looking at him calmly. "I just want to ask Your Majesty—what kind of king do you want to be?"

Di Xin was taken aback.

He had asked himself this question countless times.

He wanted to be a wise ruler, a wise ruler who would ensure the Shang Dynasty's prosperity for generations to come.

But he also knew that this path would not be easy.

The powerful clans in the imperial court were deeply entrenched, the local lords were eyeing the throne covetously, and then there were those lofty immortal cultivation sects that never took secular royal power seriously...

Although he had great ambitions, he often felt powerless to achieve them.

"I think……"

Di Xin spoke slowly, his voice deep and firm, "Make the Shang Dynasty even stronger."

Meng Chuan looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then smiled.

"Then I can help you."

A flicker of surprise crossed Di Xin's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by wariness: "Why would you help me, Daoist Master?"

"Because I find you pleasing to the eye."

Meng Chuan's reasoning was so simple that Di Xin was momentarily speechless.

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple."

Meng Chuan shrugged. "What, Your Majesty doesn't believe me?"

Di Xin remained silent for a long while, then stood up, straightened his clothes, and solemnly bowed to Meng Chuan:

"If you, Daoist Master, can truly help my Great Shang Dynasty prosper, I am willing to treat you with the respect due to a national advisor!"

Meng Chuan waved his hand: "Forget about being the Imperial Advisor, it's too ostentatious. Just give me the title of 'Imperial Tutor', it will make it easier for me to move around Chaoge City."

"The Imperial Tutor?"

"Yes. The army of emperors." Meng Chuan smiled. "Sounds impressive, doesn't it?"

Di Xin was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

This was the first time he had laughed so heartily since he ascended the throne.

Thus, Meng Chuan officially entered the Chaoge Royal Palace as the "Imperial Tutor".

The news caused a stir in both the government and the public.

The civil and military officials were all discussing the matter, speculating about the background of this suddenly appearing "Imperial Tutor".

Some say he is a hermit immortal from overseas, some say he is a hermit in the deep mountains, and some say he is actually a fraud who somehow gained the king's trust.

Meng Chuan ignored all these discussions.

He spent his days leisurely drinking tea, reading books, and basking in the sun in the palace, occasionally giving Di Xin some pointers on his cultivation—yes, Di Xin did have some cultivation, though not high, but his foundation was quite good.

Until one day, something happened.

That day, Meng Chuan was strolling around the palace when he came across a side hall and encountered a high-ranking official in the court—Grand Tutor Du Yuanxian.

Du Yuanxian was a veteran of three reigns and held extremely high prestige in the court. Even Emperor Xin had to show him deference.

When he saw Meng Chuan, his brows immediately furrowed.

"You're the so-called 'Imperial Tutor'?"

Du Yuanxian's tone was very impolite, filled with obvious contempt and disdain, "I see you're so young, yet instead of focusing on your cultivation, you come to the palace to swindle and deceive. What kind of behavior is this!"

Meng Chuan stopped and glanced at him, saying in a calm tone, "Grand Tutor Du, you're not feeling well."

Du Yuanxian was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Have you been experiencing chest tightness, shortness of breath, night sweats, and dry mouth and throat in the morning lately?

Du Yuanxian's expression changed.

He does have these symptoms.

But he never mentioned it to outsiders, not even the doctor in the mansion knew.

"How...how did you know?"

"I am the Imperial Tutor, so I have some skills."

Meng Chuan smiled, took out a pill from his sleeve, and casually tossed it to him, "Go back and dissolve it in warm water and take it. The symptoms will disappear within three days."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Du Yuanxi standing there, stunned, holding the pill.

Du Yuanxian hesitated for a long time, but in the end he went back and did as Meng Chuan said.

Three days later, his symptoms indeed disappeared completely.

The news spread like wildfire, quickly reaching the entire city of Chaoge.

From then on, the court officials treated Meng Chuan with significantly more courtesy.

But some people still don't believe in superstition.

A month later, an urgent report came from the border—a general under the command of Marquis Chonghou Hu of the North, while escorting tribute, heard about Meng Chuan's deeds, was very disdainful, and vowed to expose this "charlatan" to his face.

Upon arriving in Chaoge, he didn't even enter the royal palace. Instead, he made a statement at the post station, saying he would teach that "Imperial Tutor" a lesson.