The Reversal of Heaven Begins with The Smiling, Proud Wanderer

Yue Qiluo's red lips curled up slightly, a bloodthirsty excitement flashing in her eyes, and several paper figures as thin as cicada wings were already between her fingertips.

They wriggled silently, as if ready to pounce and devour people at any moment.

Lin Mu remained calm and composed, as if the tense atmosphere around him had nothing to do with him.

He even casually crossed his legs, his gaze lightly sweeping over Sun Chuanxiong, and said indifferently, "General Sun, I am not here today to argue with you."

"Tianjin, I want it."

"Are you going to give it up yourself, or wait for me to do it?"

"Insanity!"

An adjutant standing to Sun Chuanxiong's left rear wanted to show off. He drew his gun with a "whoosh" and pointed it at Lin Mu, shouting sternly, "Who do you think you are, daring to speak to the Commander-in-Chief like that!"

Before he finished speaking, a barely perceptible golden glint flashed in Lin Mu's eyes.

The adjutant suddenly felt a weight in his hand and was horrified to find that his sidearm had uncontrollably turned its muzzle and was coldly pressed against his own temple.

"boom!"

A gunshot rang out, and the adjutant died on the spot.

"Click! Click! Click!"

Almost simultaneously, all the officers' sidearms in the hall were drawn from their sheaths, hovering in the air, automatically cocking themselves, their dark muzzles all aimed at their original owners.

"What kind of magic is this?!"

"My gun! My gun!"

Exclamations erupted, everyone turned pale, cold sweat poured down their faces, and they dared not move an inch.

Master Chuchenzi's expression changed drastically.

He was horrified.

[This is definitely not an illusion or a trick of the trade. I didn't see him forming hand seals or chanting incantations. Could it be supernatural power?!]

Despite his limited Taoist skills, Chuchenzi, as a member of the Xuanmen (Taoist sect), still possessed some knowledge.

That's why he realized how terrifying Lin Mu was.

Sun Chuanxiong also had a Colt pistol, which originally belonged to his adjutant, pressed firmly against his forehead. The cold touch made him shudder, and his anger was instantly extinguished by fear.

He spent over twenty years climbing to the position of commander-in-chief, and after finally enjoying a few years of peace and quiet, how could he bear to lose his life so carelessly?

"Brother Lin... let's talk this out, be careful... be careful not to accidentally discharge..."

His voice trembled, and he forced a smile, which looked worse than crying.

"Protect the commander!"

Four internal martial arts masters hidden in the shadows rushed out in response, their figures nimbly moving as they aimed directly at Lin Mu.

Yue Qiluo chuckled and flicked her finger. Several paper figures flew out, emitting eerie "hehe" laughter. They pounced like ghosts, accurately grabbing the necks of the four experts and forcibly knocking them to the ground. No matter how much they struggled, it was to no avail.

"Wow--"

The beaded curtain of the side door was suddenly flung open, and a beam of white light shot towards Lin Mu's face like a sharp arrow, carrying a faint, foxy aura.

Lin Mu didn't even look at it, and casually waved his sleeve.

The white light suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if it had hit an invisible wall, and instantly revealed its true form.

It turned out to be a beautiful woman dressed in an embroidered cheongsam with a charming appearance.

She staggered to the ground, her eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.

"It's best not to embarrass yourself with such a trivial skill."

Lin Mu said calmly, "Old fox, I can tell you're not human at first glance."

This beautiful woman was none other than Sun Chuanxiong's most beloved twelfth concubine, who was actually a fox spirit who had cultivated in the mountains for hundreds of years.

Sun Chuanxiong once encountered danger in the mountains, but was fortunately rescued by her. Afterwards, perhaps this vixen wanted to experience the bitterness of love, she impulsively married into the Marshal's mansion and became his twelfth concubine.

In the original story, she was ostracized by the first wife and framed by the ninth concubine who had an affair with the adjutant. Although she was skilled in magic, she was still tricked and almost executed. In the end, she was able to escape by hiding underground in the ninth concubine's place.

Later, when he wanted revenge, he encountered Master Wuxin.

After learning the truth, Commander Sun disregarded personal feelings and the life-saving grace, and even wanted to kill him. However, out of compassion, he let him escape back to the mountains.

At this moment, the twelfth concubine was not yet heartbroken, and pleaded with Lin Mu, "Please spare the commander."

"I've seen plenty of simps, but this is the first time I've seen one who simps a fox. What are you after? His age, or his tendency to abuse you? You're crazy!"

As Lin Mu spoke, he slapped the twelfth concubine to death.

This love-struck brain is hopeless; the sooner it's gone, the better.

Upon hearing the gunshots, the guards outside rushed into the hall.

Dozens of elite soldiers, armed to the teeth, pointed their dark gun barrels at Lin Mu and Yue Qiluo, completely surrounding the living room.

"Snapped!"

Lin Mu simply snapped his fingers.

The next second, all the soldiers were shocked to find that their rifles had been dismantled by an invisible hand, turning into a pile of parts that scattered on the ground like raindrops, leaving them holding empty rifle handles, dumbfounded.

Lin Mu moved slightly, and before everyone could see, he had teleported to Sun Chuanxiong's side, gently placing a hand on the general's shoulder.

Sun Chuanxiong suddenly felt an immense force, like a mountain, pressing down on him. His bones cracked and popped, and he couldn't even move a finger. Cold sweat instantly soaked through his heavy clothes.

"You... are you human or a demon?"

His teeth chattered as he finally understood what a terrifying being he had provoked.

Lin Mu smiled slightly: "Of course I am human. But you will soon not be."

As he finished speaking, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared in Lin Mu's eyes, like molten gold.

Golden Eyes, open.

Historical retrospection was launched.

Sun Chuanxiong's life unfolds like rapidly turning pages of a book—his rise, conspiracies, killings, greed, and the secrets of hiding gold, silver, and weapons, colluding with various forces, and even his several hidden treasure locations...

Lin Mu saw everything clearly.

After obtaining the useful information, Lin Mu's eyes turned cold.

An invisible force of thought instantly snapped Sun Chuanxiong's neck.

The look of terror on Sun Chuanxiong's face froze instantly, his pupils dilated, and then he slumped down limply.

Several of his most loyal and devoted followers also fell to the ground and died silently at almost the same time, their faces still showing disbelief.

The hall was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Lin Mu's gaze swept over the remaining officers, who were pale and trembling, and he slowly spoke: "Now, do you want to work for me? Or do you want to go with Sun Chuanxiong?"

After a brief silence and a series of awkward glances, a "thud" rang out and an officer knelt down first: "I pledge my loyalty to Commander Lin!"

"I am willing to pledge my loyalty to Commander Lin!"

With someone taking the lead, the instinct for survival instantly overwhelmed everything else.

In an instant, everyone in the hall knelt down, expressing their submission.

These military officers in chaotic times were driven by self-interest, and only a very small minority were truly willing to die for their superiors.

Master Chuchenzi took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart, stepped forward, bowed deeply, and said in a very humble manner: "General Lin is all-powerful and has boundless magical power. I, Chuchenzi, am truly convinced."

"Now that this matter is settled, I wonder if the Commander would allow me to return to the mountain sect and devote myself to cultivation?"

Lin Mu glanced at him. Although the Taoist priest was of little use, he was at least pragmatic. So he waved his hand and said, "Do as you please. However, you should understand what you should and shouldn't say."

"Understood! I understand! I will not reveal a single word of what happened today! Thank you, Commander!"

Chuchenzi felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He made several promises, took a few steps back, and then turned and quickly left.

Lin Mu didn't care about Chu Chenzi's departure.

Faced with absolute power, whether information is leaked or not makes no difference.

Moreover, sometimes letting the news spread appropriately can actually save a lot of trouble.

Over the next few hours, with Lin Mu's overwhelming military force and the cooperation of the surrendered officers, coupled with the information obtained from Sun Chuanxiong, the takeover process went exceptionally smoothly.

City defense forces, police system, municipal government offices... key points were quickly brought under control.

Lin Mu personally led a team to confiscate Sun Chuanxiong's slush fund, which had been operating for many years. Gold, silver, jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, and weapons worth 867 silver dollars were piled up and confiscated.

As for the dozen or so concubines in the Marshal's Mansion, Lin Mu made a brief distinction and disposed of several of them who were vicious and had murder on their hands.

The rest were mostly women who had been forced into marriage or were forced by circumstances to make a living. They were told to pack their clothes and personal belongings and then sent away to fend for themselves.

Lin Mu showed no mercy to Sun Chuanxiong's son, who was only ten years old but had been spoiled and arrogant and treated human life as worthless.

In chaotic times, there is no room for a saintly heart; leaving a way out today may become a disaster tomorrow.

Let's just get rid of them all at once to avoid future trouble.

Starting the following day, Lin Mu swiftly and decisively reformed the military and political situation in Tianjin.

He replaced a group of Sun Chuanxiong's die-hard old subordinates and corrupt and incompetent people, while promoting many talented and ambitious but suppressed young military officers and civilian personnel without being bound by convention.

A series of swift and decisive measures and visions far ahead of their time quickly stabilized the situation and gradually won over some initially apprehensive observers.

In just a few days, Tianjin was completely transformed, and the outside world had not even fully realized what had happened.

A week later, Gu Xuanwu of Wen County received an urgent transfer order and immediately led a group of loyal and dedicated personnel to take over the defense of Tianjin.

When he stepped into the still magnificent but now completely changed Marshal's Mansion, and saw Lin Mu sitting upright and the orderly new situation, he was shocked beyond words, which quickly turned into fervent admiration.

"General! You are truly a divine being! My admiration for you is like a surging river, endless and boundless, or like the overflowing Yellow River, unstoppable!"

Lin Mu stepped down from his seat, patted his strong arm, and laughed, "Stop flattering me, do a good job, and keep Tianjin firmly in my territory. You'll naturally get your share of the rewards."

Upon hearing this, Gu Xuanwu felt a surge of heroic spirit: "Xuanwu swears to follow the Commander to the death!"

Lin Mu turned his head, his gaze sweeping over the huge national map on the wall, and finally settling on the vast, fertile, and resource-rich black soil.

There, he found the vast mineral and industrial base he desperately needed to realize his next plan.

Lin Mu stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes deep and penetrating, as if they had pierced through countless mountains and rivers: "Next, it should be Kyoto and the Northeast."

Chapter 109: Bai Xiuzhu

The situation in Tianjin gradually stabilized, and various affairs proceeded in an orderly manner under the management of Gu Xuanwu and a group of newly promoted officers.

The streets were no longer plagued by lone thugs, shops gradually reopened, and the city returned to its usual bustling state, even appearing more orderly thanks to the newly implemented municipal measures.

Cargo ships were coming and going frequently at the dock, and black smoke was billowing from the factory chimneys again; everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction.

Recently, Lin Mu not only annexed several nearby warlords and expanded his forces to two divisions, but also formatted the two advanced bionic robots he obtained from the temple.

He personally entered a sequence of commands that would obey his every command, making them his most loyal and reliable bodyguards.

These two robots look no different from ordinary people, yet they are capable of taking on ten thousand men at once and executing orders without hesitation. Whether it is gathering intelligence or assassinating high-ranking officials of hostile forces, they can complete their missions perfectly.

What's giving Lin Mu a headache right now is the problem of advancing grassroots work while productivity lags behind.

Due to the literary inquisitions during the Qing Dynasty and a series of historical issues, eight or nine out of ten people in China are illiterate, and the literacy rate is less than ten percent.

This was the result of the Republic of China's efforts to establish numerous schools and promote education.

Faced with this situation, Lin Mu personally supervised the printing of phonetic and simplified Chinese character textbooks, selected a group of people with a certain cultural foundation to learn first, and then used them to run literacy classes to gradually improve the cultural level of the people.

He actively recruited ambitious young people and entrusted them with important responsibilities.

These young people are pure and passionate, willing to give their lives for their ideals.

It was their dedication that sowed the seeds of hope in this turbulent era.

In addition, Lin Mu also founded a military academy in Tianjin, which selected the best students to teach, and graduates could directly enter the army or take up positions at the grassroots level.

Although everything was progressing smoothly, he knew that education and development were not things that could be accomplished overnight, but required long-term investment and perseverance.

At the same time, Lin Mu also took the time to develop penicillin.

The most complex step, filtration and purification, was overcome by a specialized system he designed, and the preparation of culture media has gradually become more mature.

Once the Penicillium spore culture volume is sufficient, continuous production can be achieved.