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

Three poles in the sun.

The Hall of Mental Cultivation was in a mess.

A rich and complex smell filled the air.

Bright yellow dragon robes, purple palace dresses, and light blue silk skirts were mixed together and spread out from the screen all the way to the dragon bed.

Several bibs of different colors hung on the bedpost, swaying precariously.

There were even several pieces of torn cloth scattered on the ground.

Lin Mo lifted the corner of the blanket and got out of bed.

Stepping on the cool gold bricks, I felt refreshed and invigorated.

My back doesn't ache, and my legs don't hurt. The primordial energy surges through my meridians like a perpetual motion machine.

This cultivation technique is really something else. I worked non-stop all night and didn't even get dark circles under my eyes.

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over the large dragon bed.

Five women lay sprawled out, fast asleep.

Mu Wanrong had half her body draped over the edge of the bed.

Lin Yun'er curled up in the corner, clutching a pillow tightly in her arms.

Xia Qinghan wrapped one of her fair, slender thighs across Xia Youyue's waist, while Xia Youyue buried her face in the blanket.

Xia Ruoling was the most exaggerated, sprawled out in a starfish shape, with glistening drool hanging from the corner of her mouth.

"Spirit Stone...mine..." Xia Ruoling muttered.

Lin Mo extended his true essence and scanned the five women's bodies.

Seven layers of Qi Refining.

Xia Ruoling's Clear Sword Heart is simply a bottomless pit.

In just one night, she was forced to reach the late stage of Qi Refining.

This speed of advancement, if it were in the cultivation world, would definitely make those old monsters from famous sects so ashamed they'd want to find a block of tofu to smash their heads against.

Xia Youyue and Xia Qinghan followed closely behind, both stepping into the sixth level of Qi Refining.

With the foundation of the Netherworld Dark Body and the Profound Ice Saint Body, coupled with Lin Mo's relentless infusion of true essence, it would be difficult for things to slow down.

Mu Wanrong has reached the fifth level of Qi Refining.

Lin Yun'er was the weakest, but she still managed to reach the fourth level of Qi Refining.

Lin Mo touched his chin.

These five exceptional physiques are indeed formidable.

However, this dual cultivation practice is not easy to do.

Despite trying all night, his cultivation level at the Nascent Soul stage hadn't increased at all.

I feel like I've become a heartless human power bank, doing all this work for free for these women.

However, this deal is not a loss.

The five key points of the Immortal Slaughtering Formation are now basically complete.

As long as they master the true energy within their bodies, the first level of "Three Swords Array" can be activated at any time.

The question is, where is the sword?

Lin Mo pressed his temples.

Top-grade flying sword.

This thing is rarer than a giant panda in the mortal world; the Great Wilderness Annihilation Sword is one example.

But we still need eight more.

It seems we still need to dig into every nook and cranny of the Great Xia Imperial Palace.

Lin Mo grabbed the casual clothes from the ground, put them on, and fastened the belt.

Push the door open.

The sunlight was blinding.

Li Dequan, holding a whisk, was squatting down the steps, dozing off.

Its head bobbed up and down like a woodpecker.

Hearing the door open, Li Dequan was jolted awake and scrambled up the steps.

"Master! You're finally awake!"

He knelt on the ground, holding a thick blue booklet high in his hands.

"General Zhao Wu finished searching your house last night and came again this morning. Seeing that you were busy inside, he didn't dare to disturb you and left this account book behind."

Lin Mo took the booklet.

Turn to the first page.

Good guy.

The Wang family: 13 million taels of silver in cash. 100,000 mu of fertile land in the suburbs of Beijing. 120 shops in the capital.

The Cui family: 18 million taels of silver, 3,000 catties of deep-sea black iron, and 3,000 sets of heavy armor.

The Li family, the Zheng family...

Lin Mo flipped through the pages one by one, and the numbers became increasingly outrageous.

Eighty million taels of silver!

The Great Qian Dynasty's treasury was so poor that even rats could run in; rats that went in would come out with tears in their eyes.

These aristocratic families, on the other hand, were eating with gusto.

The Wang family alone is worth five years' worth of taxes in the Great Qian Dynasty.

This is just in cash.

The value of those antique paintings, calligraphy, and land deeds is immeasurable.

The most outrageous thing was those three thousand sets of heavy armor.

The Great Qian Dynasty explicitly forbade the private possession of armor. The fact that the Cui family hid heavy armor in their cellar clearly indicated their intention to rebel.

"Fat. Too fat."

Lin Mo closed the ledger and slapped it on Li Dequan's forehead.

"These old idiots always complain about being poor to me in court, but behind my back they have mountains of gold and silver piled up at home, getting moldy."

Li Dequan shrank back when he was patted on the shoulder and nodded repeatedly.

"That's right! These traitors and rebels deserve to die!"

"His Majesty is truly wise and powerful; with a single, decisive move, he has completely filled the Great Qian's treasury!"

Stop flattering me, where's Zhao Wu?

"General Zhao has led his men to seize those shops and farmland; he's been so busy he barely has time to breathe."

Lin Mo tossed the account book to Li Dequan.

"Issue an imperial edict to the Ministry of Revenue to pay all the overdue salaries of officials and border troops. Double the amount."

"Half of the remaining money will be allocated to the Ministry of Works."

"Tell Lu Zhi that all the confiscated land must be distributed to the landless people within three days. Anyone who dares to embezzle it will have their entire family executed."

Li Dequan quickly stuffed the account book into his pocket.

"Your servant obeys!"

Lin Mo moved his neck, and the bones made a cracking sound.

rich.

He's stood tall now.

The next step is to enhance the hard power of the Great Qian Dynasty.

"Any news from the Ministry of Works?"

Li Dequan slapped his thigh.

"Oh dear! Look at my memory! Lord Zhang came last night too!"

Li Dequan used gestures and acting to demonstrate.

"Lord Zhang was holding a black iron pipe, and he was so excited that he insisted that you test the gun yourself. I had to persuade him to go back to the Ministry of Works after much pleading."

"Iron pipes?"

The first psionic firearm has been built!?

Lin Mo's eyes lit up.

In just three days, Zhang Bailian and Lu Dachui, these two research fanatics, actually managed to create this groundbreaking weapon.

As long as this thing can be mass-produced, all 100,000 border troops of the Great Qian Dynasty can be equipped with it.

At that time, not to mention the iron cavalry of the Northern Barbarians, even Qi Refining stage cultivators from the cultivation world would be riddled with bullets.

"Prepare the carriage! To the Ministry of Works!" Lin Mo strode down the steps.

"Let's go!"

Li Dequan shouted in his hoarse voice.

……

Ministry of Industry compound.

The fire in the furnace roared deafeningly.

The shirtless blacksmiths swung their sledgehammers, sparks flying everywhere.

Sweat streamed down their bronze backs, splashing onto the red-hot iron felt and turning into wisps of white smoke.

Lin Mo stepped into the courtyard, and a wave of heat hit him.

Zhang Bailian had messy hair, was holding a black iron pipe in his arms, and his eyes were bloodshot from staying up all night.

Upon seeing Lin Mo, he pounced on him like a hungry wolf smelling blood and knelt down.

"Your Majesty! It's finished! It's finished!"

Zhang Bailian raised the iron pipe above his head.

Lin Mo reached out and took it.

It feels extremely heavy.

The surface of the gun barrel is engraved with miniature spirit-gathering array patterns.

It is shaped like an elongated double-barreled shotgun, but it has no gunpowder magazine and only a recess for inlaying spirit stones.

"How do I use it?" Lin Mo weighed it in his hand.

Zhang Bailian took out a piece of spirit stone the size of a fingernail.

"Your Majesty, this musket consumes a great deal of energy; putting a whole spirit stone in it could easily cause it to explode. I cut off a scrap piece."

Zhang Bailian stuffed the broken spirit stones into the groove.

Click. The latch is locked.

"The spirit-gathering array inside the gun barrel will draw in spiritual energy and compress it within the chamber."

Zhang Bailian pointed to a wall a hundred paces away.

"Pull the trigger, the firing pin breaks the array node, and the spiritual energy will be transformed into high-pressure spiritual energy and ejected."

Following Zhang Bailian's finger, Lin Mo looked at the target a hundred paces away.

The wall was made of three feet thick bluestone, and covered with a half-inch thick iron plate.

"Your Majesty, this was built to the highest defensive standards of the Northern Barbarian heavy cavalry!"

"This deep-sea black iron is mixed with crimson copper; it's eerily hard!"

Lu Dachui approached, carrying his iron hammer, his face full of anticipation.

"Dozens of us blacksmiths took turns hammering for three days and three nights to forge this one decent gun barrel! We're just waiting for His Majesty to tremble!"