She regretted abandoning Shen Zhao to save Lin Feng.
But the pride of an emperor did not allow her to bow down to Shen Zhao. Over time, she became accustomed to it, which ultimately led to an irreparable tragedy.
"Shen Zhao, now that you've been reborn, if you knew how I treated you in the past, would you hate me to death?"
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The Flying Boat is a technological marvel of the Immortal Martial Continent, a flying artifact jointly developed by the Lu and Mo families tens of thousands of years ago.
Compared to flying spirit beasts, the Sky-Soaring Flying Boat is unique in that it can carry five hundred people at a time to various parts of the Immortal Martial Continent.
However, its disadvantages are also obvious: its flight speed is far inferior to that of flying spirit beasts, and it requires spirit stones as fuel.
However, the Sky Flying Boat has another advantage: it is inexpensive.
One spirit stone is all it takes to get into the lower class, while the upper class starts at ten spirit stones, with the price depending on the flight distance.
Looking at the enormous flying boat in front of him, Ding Bu'er sighed, "To be honest, I'd rather ride this flying boat than feel the wind on a bird's back. Plus, it's cheap; a single trip costs only a fraction of what a flying beast would cost. It's a good deal."
Su Yunying also said, "Yes, to be honest, this is the first time I've ever ridden a flying boat in all these years."
Shen Zhao remained silent. In his previous life, he had personally built a fleet of more than three thousand flying boats for the Dayin Dynasty, each capable of carrying thousands of people. Their flight efficiency was at least ten times that of the one before him.
The Yintian Dynasty relied on this airship force to easily deploy massive numbers of troops to any designated location, often catching their opponents off guard.
Since the three of them didn't have many spirit stones, they all asked for a lower-class seat.
Of course, the flying boat is not an airplane, and the corresponding services are only available to first class passengers.
People in the lower class didn't even have a seat; hundreds of people had to squeeze together and smell the sour stench in the air—truly reminiscent of the Odbühne region of Africa.
"Squeeze it in."
"Make way."
The three of them finally found a decent seat by the window and were just about to sigh when Shen Zhao saw an acquaintance.
Fahai.
“Benefactor, I am a humble monk named Fahai. I would like to ask you to donate some money so that I can rebuild the temple and help all sentient beings.”
He continued to weave through the crowded streets, trying his best to portray himself as a high-ranking monk who cared for Buddhism.
But clearly, those who were begging for alms did not appreciate his efforts, turning their faces away in disgust, and some even loudly scolding him to leave.
Fahai remained unperturbed and patiently recounted his determination to rebuild the temple.
Shen Zhao shook his head. In recent days, he had long known that Fahai's purpose in swindling money was not only to fill his stomach, but also to distribute most of it to the disaster-stricken people.
This man appears to be cunning and shrewd on the surface, but in reality he is a compassionate and virtuous monk who is deeply concerned about the suffering of the people.
Moreover, Fahai has a special advantage: all the people he swindles are either wicked or treacherous, or they are ordinary believers.
For example, the one he's currently begging for alms with is named Song Zhirang.
Speaking of Song Zhirang, Shen Zhao was quite moved, never expecting to encounter such a talent in such a place.
As we all know, abstraction is a form of performance art, and when abstraction reaches its pinnacle, it becomes an extremely rare and exceptional talent.
According to the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Song Zhirang was less tumultuous than Liu Bei, less innocent than Cao Cao, and less comedically gifted than Sun Quan.
Song Zhirang was born into an ordinary small family in Luzhou, Dayin. His martial arts talent could not be described as extraordinary, but he was still considered hopeless. In addition, his appearance was somewhat anthropomorphic. He had not settled down and started a family by the time he was over forty years old, and no sect was willing to take in this piece of trash.
Unable to find a path of cultivation, Song Zhirang decided to pursue an official career to showcase his talents, and thus began to curry favor with the Pang family in hopes of obtaining an official position.
Surprisingly, the Pang family, who had always been open to bribery and corruption, made an unprecedented decision to show their superiority after seeing his handwriting, which was so poorly written that even ants could only practice for three days. They ordered him to be kicked out on the spot.
Logically speaking, with both literary and martial arts careers restricted, one should be content to engage in business or live a peaceful life as a landlord with a few hundred acres of land.
But Song Zhirang was arrogant and proud. He once declared with a donkey-like face that if he was going to marry, he should marry the most beautiful female cultivator in the world as his Daoist partner, and if he was going to be a man, he should be the most powerful and richest man in the world.
Unfortunately, ideals are often grand, but reality is often harsh.
Seeing his friends and relatives getting married and starting careers, and even his nephew's child who he watched grow up being old enough to run errands, he couldn't help but start to reflect on why he, a natural protagonist, had fallen on such a pathetic state.
After several years of research, Song Zhirang attributed all of this to the mistakes of the Dayin Dynasty and openly made traitorous remarks in public, which successfully attracted the attention of the local government. He was arrested and imprisoned in Longchang for half a year to "enlighten" and passionately staged "Prison Break 1".
After his release from prison, he decisively decided to go to the Ziyuan Empire to showcase his talents.
After making up his mind to marry Run, Song Zhirang immediately rejected the marriage that his parents had painstakingly found for him in the next village, and finally embarked on his turbulent yet ultimately fruitless life.
His ideal goal was naturally to go to the Ziyuan Empire. He believed that with his talent, even if he wasn't granted a royal title in a foreign land, he should at least be a marquis.
Unfortunately, as soon as Song Zhirang arrived at the border of the Ziyuan Empire, he was immediately given a harsh lesson by the real world.
The bandits who roamed the border of Ziyuan enthusiastically took him to their mountain stronghold for a short-term training in Longchang Daoism. Out of humanitarian obligation, they meticulously searched his wealth three or four times until they were sure there was nothing left to gain. After five days, he was released.
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