If you die, I will be able to inherit your cultivation.

As soon as Zhou Ming stepped out of Yong'an Gate, he saw Steward Meng and a group of people waiting there.

Judging from their demeanor, they had clearly received the news beforehand and were waiting here specifically for this purpose.

Upon seeing Zhou Ming, Butler Meng immediately led the way by kneeling down, and the group of people behind him followed suit, bowing down in unison.

"Welcome back to the Prince's residence."

Zhou Ming nodded, signaling everyone to stand up.

Butler Meng bent down and personally led Zhou Ming to a luxurious aircraft parked nearby.

The aircraft was entirely silver-white, about ten feet long, and its surface shimmered with a pale blue aura.

Judging by its appearance alone, it is not much different from the vehicles that the Federation uses for the travel of important figures.

On the aircraft, several guards from the Prince's mansion were already standing at attention. When Zhou Ming approached, they all bowed in unison.

Zhou Ming boarded the aircraft and sat down on the soft couch in the center.

Butler Meng followed and quietly stood aside, first pouring Zhou Ming a cup of tea.

Then he opened the storage cabinet inside the aircraft, took out plates of excellent spiritual fruits, and neatly arranged them on the small table.

Those spiritual fruits were all carefully selected from the royal palace's spiritual fields, and some were even rare items obtained from the Netherworld.

The aircraft slowly ascended into the air, moving extremely steadily.

Zhou Ming leaned back on the soft couch, holding a teacup, and suddenly felt a pang of emotion.

In my past life, I studied hard for so many years, but in the end, I couldn't even afford a decent car.

Who would have thought that one day I would be able to sit in such a luxurious flying machine that even many cultivators cannot touch?

Life's encounters are truly unpredictable.

The aircraft flew for a short time before coming to a steady stop in front of the Ming Prince's Mansion.

Zhou Ming got up and went downstairs, glancing up at the scene.

The area occupied by the Ming Prince's Mansion is many times larger than when he left more than two hundred years ago.

The original three-courtyard house has now expanded many times over. At a glance, it is filled with palaces and pavilions, with golden roofs and red walls, and is extremely magnificent.

In terms of scale, it is almost the same as Su Mingyue's palace.

This was all expanded by order of Su Mingyue herself.

According to her, the Ming King was a king of equal rank, whose status was no less than that of her, the emperor, and he deserved such treatment.

However, although other parts of the Qiankun Pearl world are already filled with high-rise buildings and a landscape where technology and spiritual energy coexist.

However, the core area where the imperial palace and the Ming Prince's Mansion are located still retains its original appearance.

The road is paved with bluestone, the pillars are painted in vermilion, and the eaves and brackets are full of ancient charm.

Normally, outsiders are not allowed to set foot here, making it a rare and peaceful place in this world.

While Zhou Ming has been wandering around for years, the Ming Prince's Mansion has always been taken care of.

Steward Meng was an extremely shrewd businessman, and with the support of the Prince's Mansion's resources, he managed to keep this house, which had no owner at home, in a much better condition than when Zhou Ming left.

When Zhou Ming returned, the entire household was completely at ease with him.

Butler Meng himself is no longer the young butler he used to be.

Over the years, with the help of the Prince's Mansion's resources, his cultivation level has risen steadily, and he is now a Mahayana stage cultivator.

If he hadn't willingly stayed here as a steward, with his cultivation level, he could have established his own sect in the Spirit Void World or other worlds of the Federation.

Most of his guards were also well-trained by him.

Zhou Ming scanned the area with his divine sense and found that the guards in the mansion, including the commander and several captains, had all reached the Integration stage. Even the most ordinary guards were mostly at the Refinement stage.

Even though Zhou Ming has been gone for years, Su Mingyue has not forgotten him just because she can't see him.

His previous position as Minister of Justice was always reserved for him, and his salary and rewards were not reduced.

He was later granted the title of "King of the Same Rank," which further enhanced his prestige.

During festivals and holidays, the palace would always send a large number of spiritual items, from elixirs to spiritual fruits, from cloth to ritual implements.

With Zhou Ming absent, and Steward Meng not daring to make any decisions, most of these things ended up in the stomach of the giant panda Kuang Tie.

After breaking through to the Mahayana stage, Kuang Tie plunged headlong into the Netherworld, ostensibly to expand his territory, but actually to get his hands on the soul crystals dropped by ghosts.

That thing can enhance the power of the soul, and it is a rare treasure for a Mahayana-stage demon beast like him.

He would come back every few days, feast and drink to his heart's content at the palace, and then clamor to share the Emperor's burdens before disappearing back into the underworld.

The Ming Dynasty has now incorporated large areas of the underworld into its territory.

However, Su Mingyue did not exhaust the resources, so although the Netherworld was largely under her control.

However, a large area was left undeveloped for the ghosts to grow on their own, and once they had gained power, people were sent to harvest them.

This approach not only preserves the long-term benefit of Soul Crystals but also provides opportunities for subordinates to train and accumulate experience.

However, Zhou Ming had already taken away the source of the Netherworld's Netherworld Qi. Without that long sword, the Netherworld Qi lost its source.

Although there is still a thin layer of Netherworld energy in the Netherworld, the rate at which ghosts can improve is much slower than before.

The growth of the ghosts slows down year by year.

Kuang Tie complained about this several times, saying that if things continued like this, he would hollow out the Netherworld.

Zhou Ming sat in the main hall of the Ming Prince's Mansion, while Steward Meng stood below him, reporting on the affairs of the mansion over the years one by one.

From how many acres the spirit fields were expanded, to how many batches of servants were replaced in the mansion, to how many spirit fruits were taken back by Kuang Tie, to what rewards were sent to the palace every year.

They went on and on about everything, big and small, as if they wanted to make up for the two hundred years that had been left vacant for Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming listened for a while and then stopped him, telling him to handle it himself.

Butler Meng wasn't surprised.

He said no more, respectfully agreed, and then withdrew, leaving Zhou Ming alone sitting in the large main seat, quietly drinking tea.

From that day on, Zhou Ming stayed at the Ming Prince's Mansion.

He rarely had any free time, and he wasn't in a hurry to go out. He was simply waited on hand and foot every day, truly living a life that ordinary people wouldn't even dare to dream of.

Every morning, as soon as he opened his eyes, a maid would be waiting outside the door with a copper basin, a towel, and perfume.

After breakfast, Steward Meng would come over to report a few minor household matters. Zhou Ming didn't want to listen, so he simply had someone place the spiritual fruits and tea snacks in the garden.

As soon as Zhou Ming sat down in the pavilion, someone held an umbrella to shield him from the sun, a musician played music in the distance, and several servants brought over the newest and most interesting storybooks and the newly arrived spirit wine.

In the afternoon, someone feeds the fish by the pond, and he stays there for the whole afternoon.

Occasionally, when he was in a good mood, he would summon a few young men from the manor to test their cultivation and offer them some pointers.

At night, the kitchen served up a variety of spiritual foods.

Everything that flies in the sky, swims in the water, or runs on the mountain is made with exquisite detail.

Zhou Ming didn't care where the food came from; he just ate it.

The more he ate, the more motivated the people in the mansion became.

Such a life would have been unimaginable to him in his previous life.

Having lived two lives, Zhou Ming finally got to experience the life of a privileged class.