Chapter 47 My Master's Vision Is Extraordinarily Long-Term

After Shen Ziqing understood the plan hinted by Li Yanmo, he immediately went to find Feng Shouyun.

At this time, Feng Shouyun was negotiating with the upper echelons of the military sect. Seeing Shen Ziqing appear, Feng Shouyun reluctantly stretched out his hand to signal Shen Ziqing to wait a moment, but he did not let Shen Ziqing avoid it.

Shen Ziqing nodded thoughtfully, bowed and stepped aside.

Feng Shouyun glanced at Shen Ziqing gratefully and then turned to face the scroll floating in the air.

It was a beautiful picture of mountains and rivers painted in ink. There was a pavilion in the picture. Two people were drinking tea in the pavilion, looking extremely comfortable.

At this time, someone raised his finger.

"Shouyun, you did a good job on this matter, but merits are merits and faults are faults. Now that the people of Risheng City have left, the power of the Great Yu Dynasty's national destiny can no longer reach your location. If this continues, Risheng City will soon become a ruined city. This kind of thing has not happened in the Great Yu Dynasty for nearly two hundred years. As the governor, it is difficult for you to shirk responsibility."

"This is indeed my responsibility," Feng Shouyun bowed and said helplessly, "I am willing to accept any punishment."

A man who had been watching the country from the sidelines said calmly, "Deduct twenty years of salary and transfer to Wan Yao Mountain to guard the city for five years."

Feng Shouyun's expression froze, and after biting his lip, he sighed, "Yes—"

Before he finished speaking, Shen Ziqing suddenly interrupted, "Excuse me, can I say a few words?"

Feng Shouyun was startled, and quietly turned his head and winked at Shen Ziqing, trying to convey a message, but Shen Ziqing's squinting eyes made Feng Shouyun unable to judge whether Shen Ziqing noticed his eye hint.

The person drinking tea in the painting was also a little surprised. He did not answer, but looked at the man who was looking at the scenery.

After a while, the man who was looking at the scenery turned his body slightly and said, "Yes."

“Is the power of national destiny that you all mentioned related to the number of people in Risheng City?” Shen Ziqing’s eyes flashed.

The man watching the scenery did not move. The man drinking tea shook his head helplessly and explained softly, "It's almost the same. Where the people's will leads to victory, this is the destiny of the country. The Dayu Dynasty used the city as the point and the power of national destiny as the connection to suppress the world and maintain peace."

"Now that Risheng City has been destroyed and the people's hearts have been dispersed, it won't cause a chaotic era, but it's still a problem. It will take at least a hundred years to restore the original level."

Shen Ziqing pretended to think for a while before answering, "If the number of people in Risheng City increases, can the power of national destiny be restored?"

The tea drinking man saw through Shen Ziqing's little thoughts, but did not point it out. Instead, he took a sip of tea leisurely and said lightly, "It depends on the method. The people's hearts are based on faith, not numbers. No matter how many people from all walks of life there are, they are not as good as a hundred farmers."

"If... those people all have requests for help from a certain organization, and that organization is part of the Dayu Dynasty, can this help to reunite the country's destiny?"

The man drinking tea was stunned. While he was thinking, the man looking at the scenery finally turned half of his face to the side, but his eyes were still blocked by the ink.

The man raised his fingers and tapped quietly on the table. The ripples of ink covered the entire landscape. It was clearly just a change in the painting, but Shen Ziqing felt that everything in his field of vision was infected by ink. The man tapped three times in a row, and the whole world seemed to be swallowed up by the world of ink.

Just when Shen Ziqing was sweating profusely and was about to give up, the man paused.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Shen Ziqing. I've been enlightened by my master Li Yanmo, and I've come here to discuss a business with you gentlemen," Shen Ziqing breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh? Tell me about it."

"I heard that the Dayu Dynasty did not implement the benefits of the sect registration system?"

"Of course, the influence of a million sects is too great to be underestimated," the tea-drinking man continued, "but as far as I know, your master has only just started practicing Qigong. Even with the addition of the Qingshan Sect, it is not a burden for the Dayu Dynasty. What do you want? Spiritual treasures? Martial arts? Pills? You saved the people of Risheng City this time. I can give you whatever you want."

“But this is not a long-term solution. Only by implementing everything can we truly promote the sect registration system, so I dare to ask you adults for a chance,” Shen Ziqing took a deep breath and slowly opened his squinting eyes.

"We will take the lead and establish a Wanshi Building in Risheng City to sell intelligence, auction spiritual treasures, and elixirs behind the scenes."

“Attract people from immortal cultivation families and even sects to live in Risheng City, and make them dependent on the Wanshi Building with its convenience and mystery, and use them to support the national destiny of Risheng City.”

The man drinking tea paused and quickly turned his head to look across. The man who had been looking at the scenery had now completely turned around, with his hands on his knees, staring at Shen Ziqing outside the painting. Although his eyes were covered by ink, Shen Ziqing still felt an unprecedented oppression from it.

"Go on."

"An unknown cultivator intervened yesterday. The matter of Qingshan Sect may have been heard by some people in the Dao Sect. They will definitely try to investigate. But what if the Wanshi Building hidden behind the scenes is related to Qingshan Sect? What if they think that the Bingmen Sect cannot move the Wanshi Building because of the help from Qingshan Sect that night? What if they think that Qingshan Sect is trying to occupy Risheng City in this way?"

Facing Shen Ziqing's three consecutive questions, the tea-drinking man seemed to be thinking about something, but the scenery man sneered.

"Wouldn't your sect do that?"

Shen Ziqing knew that this was the key, so he put down his hands and straightened his chest, “Master is not so short-sighted, and he doesn’t like the Taoist’s approach, otherwise he could have just left last night.”

"…That makes sense. What benefit does your master want?"

Shen Ziqing smiled slightly, and his eyes narrowed again, “My lord, you are joking. The master is not a greedy person. This Wanshi Building alone is enough.”

The tea drinking man shook his head helplessly, "Your master is really greedy. There are more than one or two people in Wanshi Building."

In order to realize the Wanshi Building that Shen Ziqing said would be enough to make all the noble families and sects dependent on it, the scale of Wanshi Building must be expanded to become as large as the shadow of the Dayu Dynasty. However, Shen Ziqing's master Li Yanmo wants the entire Wanxu Building.

"This Wanshi Building belongs to the Dayu Dynasty, and my master only owns Wanshi Building," Shen Ziqing emphasized, "In fact, the master only has four of us disciples. Except for the Risheng City, Wanshi Building is naturally controlled by the Dayu Dynasty."

Fengjing Man did not agree or refuse, but asked calmly, "Is this really your master's idea? If this is your idea, this Wanshi Building will be yours."

Shen Ziqing was stunned, then smiled and shook his head, "Sir, if you have met my master, you will know that my master is a truly wise man. It took me a long time to understand what he meant. I am ashamed. If you don't believe me, you can ask Governor Feng, who was also present and heard what the master meant."

The two people in the painting looked at Feng Shouyun at the same time.

Feng Shouyun, who was still immersed in the shock of Shen Ziqing's grand plan, was startled and began to gesture incoherently, "I, I remember, it was, it was that thing..."

Shen Ziqing sighed helplessly, “Prefect Feng, my master only said a few words, can you please listen more seriously?”

Feng Shouyun was speechless for a moment, but he also calmed down and carefully thought about what Li Yanmo said.

[I have taken advantage of a lot of opportunities and have no reason to refuse]

Feng Shouyun let out a long "ah".

When the two saw Feng Shouyun's surprised expression, they knew that Shen Ziqing was not joking.

"This kind of person actually just practices Qigong? Incredible, really interesting," the tea drinking man laughed.

"Okay, but until you make progress, the Dayu Dynasty won't provide you with much help," Fengjing nodded slightly. "This is likely to be a losing deal. In the eyes of those sects and families, Risheng City is already a worthless waste city. I can build a Wanshi Building somewhere else according to your suggestion and save money."

Although it was an expected answer, Shen Ziqing couldn’t help but grit his teeth.

The amount of spirit stones needed to build the Wanshi Building is an astronomical figure. He is just from a merchant family, so he can only ask Li Yanmo for spirit stones.

But this is not the most troublesome thing. He also needs skills, elixirs, magical treasures and other things needed by the sects and families.

These are not small problems for the Dayu Dynasty, but he must make the Dayu Dynasty feel that Risheng City has unique advantages and be willing to invest.

Fortunately, his master Li Yanmo really brought such [treasures] and [opportunities].

"I wonder if the other place mentioned by this great man contains a method to break through the Tribulation Stage?"

(End of this chapter)