Chapter 29 Past Events

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  Although the Qing State is currently unmatched in national power, the ills of court politics cannot be completely eliminated. In the hearts of the people, the greatest treacherous officials are the Prime Minister, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, and the eunuch Hong Gonggong mentioned earlier. Of course, the head of the Supervisory Board is also notorious, but Fan Xian spared him due to his connection with Fei Jie's teacher.

  This joke actually originated from a previous life, a certain joke about Taiwan's political situation. Fan Xian wrote it in a letter to his sister one day and made her laugh uncontrollably. Today, he told it to his grandmother, who seemed confused but was actually extremely clever, and she laughed uncontrollably too.

  The most powerful old lady in the entire Dongzhou Port was amused, and Fan Xian reported to his grandmother that he would be going out for a while. His grandmother rarely interfered with his affairs and had already returned to her usual calm demeanor, only lightly humming a response.

  After leaving the house, Fan Xian thought of his grandmother who had become more and more close to him. No matter what, he still felt a little comforted, after all, these grandmothers were very considerate of him. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but recall a rumor that the Fan family was originally a prominent clan in Kyoto, but his father's branch, the South Count, was an extremely distant and sparse side branch, often bullied and oppressed. As a result, soon after giving birth to the South Count, his grandmother had entered the Cheng Wang Fu as a wet nurse, a position that ordinary noble families would never take.

  It was a coincidence that the previous emperor had no children, so after his untimely death due to excessive indulgence, two princes who were most likely to succeed him were killed - one by Northern Wei assassins and the other by people sent by the prince who had already been assassinated...Damn it! Anyway, after such a complicated and absurd process, the dragon throne that was not particularly impressive and could easily cause hemorrhoids ended up under the butt of King Cheng, who had always been cautious and restrained throughout his life.

  King Cheng ruled peacefully for several years, and when his time came, he ascended to heaven. The throne was then passed down to the current emperor, under whose leadership the entire kingdom of Qing launched a western campaign against the barbarians, a northern expedition against Northern Wei, and finally conquered the world, causing the originally powerful Northern Wei to disintegrate into Northern Qi and several smaller kingdoms, as well as the city of Dongyi which had always remained neutral.

  Looking at the emperor, it's nothing more than the weight of civil and military achievements in history. The current Emperor of Qingguo is not to mention civil governance, but only to talk about military achievements, which can also be considered as the first person since the founding of Qingguo. Therefore, there were already many officials who catered to the emperor's intentions, writing a memorial to ask His Majesty to go to Mount Tai for the Fengshan ceremony and to pray for blessings at the Temple of Heaven.

  But for some reason, the Emperor insisted on not approving it, and even beat several ministers who thought the Emperor was just seeking fame and fortune, with their buttocks bruised and bleeding profusely in court.

  The old lady in the Earl's estate was actually the wet nurse of the Emperor, who was known for being ruthless and powerful, but had always been hidden deep within the palace.

  Fan Xian had always been somewhat puzzled by his father, the Count of Southern Jiang's, actual power and his current position in Kyoto, which seemed to be greatly mismatched. He was even able to get Fei Jie from the Imperial Censorate to be his teacher. But when he found out that his grandmother was actually the emperor's wet nurse, all these puzzles were suddenly solved.

  His own father, Si Nanbo, was somewhat similar to Cao Yin, the former Jiangning Weaving Officer during Kangxi's reign. Cao Yin's mother, Sun Shi, was actually Kangxi's nanny, so afterwards Cao Yin enjoyed Kangxi's favor throughout his life, becoming the Jiangning Weaving Officer, although it was only a minor official position below the third rank, he still held the power to submit secret memorials directly to the emperor. When Kangxi went on his southern tour, the Cao family received him at their home several times, who in the entire Jiangnan officialdom did not fear him?

  Even in the later years of Kangxi, when Cao Yin was investigated for embezzling national treasury silver, Kangxi repeatedly delayed and pardoned him due to their past relationship. It wasn't until after Cao Yin's death that the relationship became distant and the Cao family fell out of favor.

  Cao Xueqin entered Beijing at the age of 18 and then had a Dream of Red Mansions.

  Fan Xian might have plagiarized Dream of the Red Chamber in this alternate space-time.

  "Mr. Cao, it seems that although we are in different places, our feelings are indeed the same. This book... I copied it and it's quite fitting." Fan Xian thought of his own family situation being similar to the Cao's, couldn't help but smile, lightly tapped the envelope with the tenth chapter of Shi Tou Ji in his hand, and walked out of the mansion.

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  On the cliff by the sea, Fan Xian closed his eyes and meditated, his entire body entering a very mysterious feeling. Because in his past life he was a passive materialist, in this life he could entwine with this overbearing true energy, giving him a dreamy and illusory feeling - somewhat similar to being in love.

  Love is always bittersweet, and his cultivation of the overbearing true energy also made him feel joy and sorrow intertwined. It's clear that this overbearing true energy has brought about some extremely mysterious changes to his body, such as strength and reaction, but it often doesn't listen to commands and runs wild, yet at the same time putting him in constant danger.

  These years, with Wu Zhu by his side, his true energy has been much more subdued, but today is a critical juncture, for today marks the final day of the Tyrant's Scripture cultivation.

  Wu Zhu stood quietly on one side, looking at Fan Xian who was sitting cross-legged with his heart facing the sky, holding that ordinary wooden stick in his hand neither tightly nor loosely.

  As the mind moves, the true energy that has been accumulating in the dantian slowly begins to flow, under the guidance of a very subtle divine consciousness, along the meridians of the chest and abdomen, dispersing in all directions. The true energy that escapes from the qi hole, just like in the past decade or so, sinks into the kidney gate snowy mountain like a mud cow entering the sea, leaving no trace to be found.

  But the rest of those true energies still maintained a strong quantity, flushing his meridians, just like countless small knives that had been heated up, gently scraping against the tender pipe walls.

  Fan Xian's whole body was trembling, cold sweat seeping out of his clothes, his eyes tightly closed, his long eyelashes constantly twitching, enduring unbearable pain.

  Twelve years of cultivating the Overbearing Dao, even the most perilous trials were easily overcome with just a nap. But unexpectedly, breaking through the first volume's barrier today was so unbearably difficult!

  The true energy is still rampant in the meridians between his chest and abdomen, constantly flushing and washing. This sharp washing can make the meridians expand, allowing the true energy to run faster, but accompanied by a huge destructive force. The power that can stretch the invisible pulse can bring pain to the mind, which is not so easy to bear.

  Fortunately, the twelve years of hard work allowed Fan Xian's meridian strength to reach a very solid level, so he didn't have his qi overflowing and causing unimaginable consequences. His mental focus was also much stronger than ordinary people, thanks to the help from his extraordinary life in both his past and present lives.

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  It seems like a long time has passed, but in fact the sunrise on the eastern horizon has only just left the sea's embrace, lingering horizontally in the distance, emitting warm and red rays of light that shine on the cliff, casting two solitary figures standing and sitting.

  The true energy reversed its course and rose, that majestic yet violent breath finally broke through the subtle blockages in the human body's meridians, from the Qi Men directly to the Tian Zhu, like a large knife, fiercely chopping towards Fan Xian's forehead!

  In the red sunlight, Fan Xian was as if struck by lightning, his head involuntarily lifted up, gazing at the sky above, his mouth agape, yet unable to make a sound.