Da Ming: The system granted me immortality; I clock in every day.

Song Yin listened blankly to this grand discourse.

His mind, filled with Confucian principles of governance, was utterly crushed by this grand vision that would completely secularize and popularize the resources of the immortal path.

Then, an even more magnificent blueprint for a prosperous era was created.

Yes.

Since we can't prevent it, let it become commonplace.

When immortals become ordinary craftsmen and farmers, who will still revere the ethereal immortal sects?

"The Grand Tutor's breadth of vision is beyond the comprehension of this old minister, who is like a frog at the bottom of a well."

Song Yin let out a long sigh, his fear turning into fervor.

"This old minister will now enter the palace and present his report to His Majesty. With the Grand Tutor's remarkably shrewd and decisive strategy, His Majesty will surely devote himself to implementing this policy for generations to come!"

Having said that, Song Yin hurriedly took his leave.

Li Changqing sat alone in the warm pavilion, listening to the crackling sound of burning charcoal.

He picked up the wooden hairpin made from a withered branch and tapped it lightly on the table.

In this century of worldly affairs, he has been manipulating the wheels of history, speeding all the way.

Now, we are finally about to plant the most astonishing seed on this ancient land.

……

Spring of the twenty-sixth year of Chengping.

An imperial edict bearing the Emperor's seal was transmitted at top speed through the extensive postal network of the Ming Dynasty, reaching all thirteen provincial administrations and even remote border garrisons.

The imperial edict stated clearly: Heaven and Earth have spirits, and they do not favor immortals.

The current imperial court has gathered the best of various schools of thought to compile "The First Chapter of Body Strengthening and Breathing in the Great Ming Dynasty".

All citizens of the Great Ming Dynasty may practice this to strengthen their bodies and serve the country.

Along with the imperial edict, millions of thin booklets printed on the coarsest hemp paper arrived in various places.

This "First Chapter" was distributed by the Ministry of Rites to county schools and community schools in various places, and was even carried by peddlers who traveled through the streets and alleys.

A book can be bought for just three copper coins.

There are no obscure Taoist cryptic terms on it, only plain language with simple meridian diagrams, and it even thoughtfully includes tips on how to circulate energy when blacksmithing.

A blacksmith shop outside Xuanwu Gate in the outer city of the capital.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated when the fire in the stove was already lit.

He held a slightly curled-up booklet of yellow hemp paper in his hand, muttering to himself.

"Sink your Qi to your Dantian, draw the water from the Yongquan point upwards... and gather it in your arms..."

Although Wang Dachui didn't know many characters, the illustrations in this booklet were drawn very clearly.

He took a deep breath and, following the method in the diagram, suppressed the faint chill in his stomach.

Then, he grabbed the heavy iron hammer that weighed forty pounds.

"Hi!"

A hammer blow landed on the red-hot iron billet.

"when!"

A crisp, pleasant sound rang out.

Wang Dachui felt that the strength in his arms was much smoother than usual.

That power was not only long-lasting, but it even seemed to somewhat offset the scorching heat from the stove.

"Father! That hammer blow you delivered today was truly powerful!"

The son standing nearby exclaimed in surprise.

Wang Dachui put down his hammer, wiped his sweat, and a heartfelt, simple smile spread across his wrinkled old face.

"This miraculous method issued by the imperial court is damn effective! I've been a blacksmith for half my life, and I've never felt my arm so relaxed before."

"If we keep forging like this, our blacksmithing speed can increase by 20%!"

Wang Dachui carefully tucked the book "First Chapter" into his pocket, as if he were holding a rare treasure.

"Go, make the fire burn brighter! Let's forge a few good hoes today, and tomorrow we'll take them to the market and exchange them for some good wine!"

Such scenes are constantly unfolding in silk weaving workshops in Jiangnan, military garrisons in the north, and shipyards along the coast, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

Ordinary people in the Ming Dynasty did not think of ascending to heaven in broad daylight just because they had mastered this trivial breathing technique.

Their simplest idea was to use this extra strength to cultivate two more acres of land and forge a few more ironware items.

To make our family's life even more prosperous.

And the extra effort put in by these millions of ordinary people, when combined, becomes one.

It became an immense force propelling the massive machine of the Ming Empire to operate at breakneck speed.

In the imperial examinations, the Ministry of Rites and the Imperial Observatory unprecedentedly added the "Ming Suan Fu Wen" subject.

Those scholars who usually only knew how to memorize the Four Books and Five Classics were astonished to discover this.

If one can draw a miniature magic array on the exam paper to reduce the pressure of a musket exploding, one will not only be exceptionally admitted to the Imperial Observatory but also granted an official position.

Their monthly salary was several times higher than that of those scholars and officials.

The world is hilarious, all come for profit.

Faced with the court's undisguised pursuit of profit, the pedantic pronouncements of so-called "gentlemen do not speak of profit" and "strange skills and frivolous crafts" were quickly submerged by the tides of the times.

A large number of bright students abandoned their Confucian classics and plunged into the study of the secularization of immortal cultivation formations.

Under Li Changqing's guidance, the Ming Dynasty is advancing at an astonishing pace on this unprecedented path of transforming cultivation into a mortal world.

Three years later.

In the capital city, in a private room on the second floor of a teahouse facing the street in the south of the city.

Li Changqing, dressed in a clean and tidy blue cloth robe, sat by the window.

He held a few plump roasted soybeans in his hand, tossed them into his mouth, and chewed them slowly and deliberately.

My gaze casually fell on the bustling street.

On the street, a giant three-story commercial vehicle pulled by several strong horses slowly drove by.

On the surface of the carriage, several reinforcing spiritual patterns, faintly shimmering with light, could be seen.

The coachman, with his deep, even breathing and strong muscles, had clearly mastered the "First Chapter" to a considerable degree.

Further away, a newly built restaurant was having its main beam installed.

Several craftsmen moved nimbly and lightly on the scaffolding, carrying heavy timbers with ease.

This is the Ming Dynasty as it is today.

There are no lofty immortals or Buddhas, only this vibrant and lively mortal world.

The spiritual essence of immortality was forcibly crushed and scattered into the mundane fare of everyday life.

"This play is much more enjoyable than those lifeless excerpts from previous dynasties."

Li Changqing picked up a cup of warm yellow wine, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

His deep, far-reaching eyes reflected the myriad aspects of human life, and a carefree yet satisfied smile played on his lips.

To live a long and prosperous life, what we see is the changing world, and what we taste is the myriad flavors of life.

Let this great ship of the Ming Dynasty sail even faster on this long journey of cultivation.