Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, red candles flickered.

Lin Mo sat cross-legged in the center of the spacious dragon bed.

Five stunningly beautiful women surrounded them.

"Gather your mind and focus your energy in your lower abdomen."

Lin Mo raised his hand, and dark golden chaotic true essence flowed in his palm.

He was the first to grasp Mu Wanrong's wrist.

The Empress Dowager's delicate body trembled, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

The chaotic true essence continuously flowed into her meridians.

The alluring Yin essence, upon encountering the pure Yang energy, greedily absorbed this power.

Mu Wanrong's Xuan Yin Mei Gu provided extremely Yin energy, which neutralized the overly domineering pure Yang true energy in Lin Mo's body.

In less than half an incense stick's time.

A muffled thud came from inside Mu Wanrong's body.

One layer of Qi Refining!

Before she could even feel happy, her true energy continued to wash over her.

Second level of Qi Refining!

Mu Wanrong closed her eyes, her cheeks flushed, the breakthrough in her cultivation accompanied by a great sense of pleasure.

Lin Yun'er saw it clearly from the side; her light blue skirt was soaked with sweat.

Lin Mo freed his other hand and put it around Lin Yun'er's waist.

"Your turn."

The exquisite water spirit body was nourished by true essence, transforming into a clear spring that repaired the minor damage caused by the widening of the meridians.

Xia Qinghan clenched her palms tightly, enduring the throbbing pain caused by the forced widening of her meridians.

She wanted to shake off Lin Mo's hand, but the temptation of a sudden increase in cultivation was too great.

Xia Qinghan's Xuanbing Sacred Body and Xia Youyue's Youming Dark Body resonated with each other, one icy and the other dark, purifying spiritual energy to the extreme.

Xia Ruoling was overjoyed, and she activated her Clear Sword Heart to its limit, frantically absorbing spiritual energy.

Sword Heart transforms into the sharpest blade, cleaving through all barriers in cultivation.

"Your Majesty! More! I want more!" Xia Ruoling shouted.

Lin Mo increased his true energy output.

Xia Youyue stared straight ahead with her blind eyes, her dark body emanating waves of cold air, which mingled with Lin Mo's true essence.

In an instant, true energy surged on the bright yellow dragon bed.

The five special constitutions and the Chaos Holy Body form a perfect closed loop.

Lin Mo felt his true essence was inexhaustible, and his Nascent Soul stage realm became more and more stable.

The temperature inside the hall fluctuated wildly, sometimes extremely cold, sometimes scorching hot.

The five women's cultivation levels also rose accordingly.

Mu Wanrong continued to break through to the third level of Qi Refining before gradually stopping.

Lin Yun'er has reached the second level of Qi Refining.

Xia Qinghan and Xia Youyue stepped into the fourth level of Qi Refining together.

Xia Ruoling was the most extreme, soaring directly to the peak of the fifth level of Qi Refining.

"Your Majesty, the little vortex in my dantian has grown bigger!" Xia Ruoling cheered.

"Focus, don't get distracted."

Lin Mo shut her up from her incessant chatter.

"Hmm!"

……

Outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

A night breeze blew by.

Li Dequan stood at the bottom of the steps with his hands behind his back.

The old eunuch looked up at the moon in the sky, feeling uneasy.

Your Majesty's physique is truly divine.

Ever since we got impatient, there hasn't been a moment of peace.

This great empire of Qianlong is likely to be destroyed on this imperial bed...

I was just thinking about it.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from afar.

Zhao Wu, dressed in heavy black iron armor, strode over, carrying a thick account book in his hands.

"Eunuch Li!" Zhao Wu said in a low voice.

Li Dequan went to greet him.

"General Zhao, what's the matter that you're in such a panic so late?"

"The results of the raids are in!" Zhao Wu patted the account book in his hand. "The Wang family, the Cui family, the Li family, and the Zheng family—all four have been apprehended!"

Zhao Wu spat as he spoke.

"That old bastard from the Wang family dares to use the imperial pardon bestowed by the late emperor to get away with things! I'll cleave him and the pardon in two with one stroke!"

"And the Cui family, they actually hid three thousand sets of heavy armor in their cellar! What are they planning? A rebellion!"

"The gold, silver, jewels, land deeds, and other valuables confiscated filled three national treasuries! There were eighty million taels of silver alone! And hundreds of spirit stones!"

Li Dequan was terrified.

Eighty million taels!

The taxes collected in the ten years of the Great Qian Dynasty were not this much!

His Majesty's short-sighted move of killing the goose that lays the golden eggs has directly caused the national treasury to burst.

"This humble general has come to report to Your Majesty!" Zhao Wu took a step and was about to walk up the steps.

"Oh my god!" Li Dequan grabbed him, "No! No!"

"Why not?" Zhao Wu shook off Li Dequan's hand. "The military situation is urgent. His Majesty has instructed us to report immediately after confiscating the property!"

"Your Majesty is currently...unavailable." Li Dequan gestured repeatedly.

Zhao Wu was stunned.

"Inconvenient? His Majesty has been assassinated?!"

Zhao Wu gripped the hilt of his sword, exuding a murderous aura.

Li Dequan almost fainted.

Is this straight-laced military general thinking about nothing but fighting and assassination attempts?

"No assassination attempt! His Majesty is perfectly fine!" Li Dequan lowered his hoarse voice. "His Majesty is inside... busy!"

Zhao Wu frowned.

"What are you busy with? Reviewing memorials? That's perfect, I'll go in and help His Majesty grind ink."

Li Dequan was completely speechless.

Another series of footsteps approached.

Zhang Bailian, sporting dark circles under his eyes and disheveled hair, excitedly ran over, clutching a dark iron pipe tightly in his arms.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" Zhang Bailian shouted at the top of his lungs.

Li Dequan rushed over and covered his mouth.

"Lord Zhang! Are you trying to get yourself killed?! How dare you shout like that outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation!"

Zhang Bailian pried Li Dequan's hand away and raised the object in his arms.

"The first one! The first psionic musket has been built!"

Zhang Bailian was so excited that he was trembling all over.

"That old bastard Lu Dachui hammered iron for three days and three nights straight, and finally finished the gun barrel!"

"I drew the runes on the blueprints overnight! Now all I need to do is insert a spirit stone to activate it!"

"Where is His Majesty?! I want His Majesty to test the gun himself!"

Zhao Wu leaned closer, staring at the dark iron pipe.

"This is a psionic musket? It doesn't look very impressive, yet it can penetrate my Xuan Tie heavy armor?"

"Penetrat your heavy armor?"

Zhang Bailian snorted coldly.

"The barrel of this musket is made of deep-sea black iron, mixed with crimson copper. It can withstand the high temperatures of a burst of spiritual energy!"

"The moment the trigger is pulled, the energy of the spirit stone will compress and explode in an instant. It could blast a hole through not only heavy armor, but even a city wall!"

"boast!"

"Don't believe me? Just stand there and don't move, I'll give you a go!"

"Come on then!"

It looked like the two were about to start fighting outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Li Dequan was so anxious he was jumping up and down.

"Oh my goodness! You two! You two ancestors! Quiet down already!"

Just then.

A high-pitched, delicate cry rang out from inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"Your Majesty... I can't take it anymore... Mmm... Ugh..."

Zhao Wu's raised fist froze in mid-air.

Zhang Bailian's hand holding the musket trembled slightly.

The two grown men looked at each other in bewilderment.

An eerie, deathly silence descended.

Zhao Wu swallowed hard and pointed to the tightly closed palace gates.

"What...is going on inside?"

Zhang Bailian stroked the beard on his chin.

"Based on the frequency of the sound and the amplitude of the breath..."

"Oh dear! My lord Zhang, stop analyzing!"

Li Dequan quickly interrupted in a low voice, then pointed in the direction of the side hall.

"My lords."

"His Majesty is currently very busy with official duties, handling countless matters daily. Perhaps... you two could rest in the side hall for a while, and return to report after His Majesty has finished his work?"

Zhao Wu finally understood what was going on, his face flushed red, and he quickly stuffed the account book into his pocket.

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty manages the affairs of thousands of concubines daily, which is exhausting for both your mind and body. We naturally should not disturb you!"

Zhang Bailian also realized what was happening and retreated backwards while still holding the musket.

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty, please continue with your business. I will come again tomorrow."

"Please!" Li Dequan gestured for them to enter.

"Please, please, please, please!"

Zhao Wu and Zhang Bailian echoed each other and fled the Hall of Mental Cultivation as if they were escaping.

Li Dequan only breathed a sigh of relief after the two had walked away.

This job is absolutely inhuman!