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

At this moment, the profound foundation of the Great Qian Dynasty completely transcended the comprehension of the mortal world.

Lin Mo turned around and looked at the warehouse full of treasures.

"Zhao Wu!" Lin Mo shouted.

Zhao Wu led a squad of imperial guards in.

Seeing the warehouse full of glowing stones, my eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Your Majesty, what are all these?"

Zhao Wu touched a spirit stone.

"Issue the imperial decree. Mobilize three thousand imperial guards and transport all these items back to the palace."

"This humble general obeys the order!"

Lin Mo stroked his chin, his mind racing.

They have money, resources, and cultivation techniques.

The Great Qian Dynasty can no longer remain an ordinary mortal nation.

"I want to establish a powerful nation through cultivation!"

Lin Mo slapped his thigh.

Zhang Bailian was stunned. "Cultivating immortality... to strengthen a nation?"

"right!"

Lin Mo pointed to those jade slips.

"Here you find cultivation techniques, elixirs, and spirit stones. Why should the Great Qian army only be allowed to practice external martial arts?"

Zhang Bailian.

"Your subject is here!"

"Can these flying swords be mass-produced?"

"Your Majesty, as long as we have the blueprints, the Ministry of Works can build it!"

"Alright, let's establish a cultivation equipment research and development department. You'll be the head, and you'll figure out how to make these flying swords work."

"Lu Dachui"

"exist!"

"If you were the deputy minister, would this shield array be able to be mounted on the armor?"

"As you command!"

Lin Mo pointed to the warehouse full of resources.

"The Great Qian Dynasty aims to leap directly from the era of cold weapons to the era of cultivation and firearms!"

Lin Mo outlines the blueprint:

"From now on, the soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty will wield psionic firearms in their left hands and standard flying swords in their right, wearing heavy armor engraved with defensive arrays, and carrying healing pills in their pockets. When they encounter enemies, they'll first mow them down with their firearms, then finish them off with their flying swords. That's what you call a dimensional reduction attack!"

Zhao Wu's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Your Majesty! Does that mean we can fly and teleport too?!"

"Zhao Wu, you are in charge of selecting men. First, choose three thousand men with good foundations from the 100,000 border troops. I will personally cleanse and strengthen their bones and marrow."

The three of them knelt down in unison.

"Your Majesty is wise! May the Great Qian Dynasty last ten thousand years!"

Ye Meier stood aside, watching Lin Mo.

This man is far too ambitious.

He not only wants to cultivate immortality himself, but he also wants to lead the entire country to cultivate immortality together.

This is absolutely impossible in the Canglan Realm.

Sects control resources, and ordinary people are nothing but ants.

Who would share precious cultivation resources with mortal armies?

Ye Meier suddenly felt that following this madman might actually allow her to see a different world.

"Owner."

Night Enchantress pointed to a black stone platform in the far corner of the storage compartment.

There's something else there.

Lin Mo looked in the direction she was pointing.

On the stone platform, there was a square black box.

The box had no array patterns or spiritual energy fluctuations on its surface.

It looks like an ordinary metal box.

But it was placed in the very center of the entire storage compartment.

Lin Mo walked over.

He reached out and picked up the black box.

It's very light.

Lin Mo vaguely sensed something pulsating inside the box.

Like a heartbeat.

"What is this?"

Lin Mo asked.

Night Enchantress shook her head.

"This servant does not know. This servant has never seen the material of this box before."

Lin Mo tried inputting a wisp of chaotic true essence.

Like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

Nothing happens.

Lin Mo scanned the black box with his divine sense, but his divine sense was directly repelled.

"System, what is this thing?"

Lin Mo asked in his heart.

The system is frozen.

"Zhang Bailian, bring me a hammer."

Lu Dachui quickly handed over his broken iron hammer.

Lin Mo placed the black box on the ground.

He swung the sledgehammer and smashed it down hard.

when!

The hammer was sent flying by the impact.

The black box didn't even leave a white mark.

Lin Mo frowned.

Even with the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator and an iron hammer, they couldn't break open a box that wasn't protected by any array.

"That's interesting."

Lin Mo put the black box into the system space.

"Take it back and study it slowly."

This is definitely a huge blind box.

The fact that the Xuan Tian Sect placed it in such a solemn position in the core of the storage compartment must mean it's worth more than all those spirit stones and magic treasures combined.

"Alright, get moving the stuff!"

Lin Mo waved his hand.

The imperial guards filed in and began unloading supplies.

Boxes of spirit stones and racks of magical treasures were transported out of the spirit ship.

The entire Royal Training Ground was bustling with activity.

Lin Mo led Ye Meier out of the cabin.

The sun is shining brightly.

"Master, do you really intend to distribute these resources to mortals?"

Night Enchantress was puzzled.

"What's wrong? Feeling sorry for him?"

Lin Mo pinched her chin.

"This servant wouldn't dare. But in the Canglan Realm, resources are life itself. Sects can fight tooth and nail over a single low-grade spiritual vein. It would be such a waste for you to distribute resources to mortals."

"It's not true strength if one person is strong, but true strength is when the whole family is strong."

"Let's go back to the palace. I need to carefully study this plan to strengthen the nation through cultivation."

Lin Mo put his arm around Ye Meier's waist.

The two walked outside.

Li Dequan came forward to greet him.

"My lord, the Empress Dowager has sent someone to ask which concubine's name will be chosen tonight?"

Lin Mo stopped in his tracks.

He glanced at Ye Meier.

Then I thought of those five exquisite ladies practicing their coordination in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

"What card should I choose?"

Lin Mo waved his hand.

"Tell the Empress Dowager that I am holding a general meeting tonight. Everyone must be present."

……

It was late at night. In the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The candlelight flickered.

Lin Mo sat on the dragon bed, with six women standing in front of him.

The room was filled with the scent of cosmetics.

The news that the funeral ship had brought back a massive amount of resources spread throughout the palace by the afternoon.

These women have clearly gone all out tonight.

Mu Wanrong changed into a purple gauze dress.

The gauze dress was extremely sheer, and underneath she wore only a bright red peony-patterned bodice.

Large swaths of snow-white skin were directly exposed to the air.

Her long, slender legs were faintly visible as she walked.

She walked to Lin Mo's left side, sat down on the edge of the bed, and leaned limply against Lin Mo's shoulder.

"Your Majesty, I searched high and low for this outfit before finally finding it. It's made of thin, close-fitting material. Would you like to feel it?"

For the first time ever, Xia Qinghan didn't wear that long, fully covered dress.

She wore a plain white short dress, but the neckline was cut below her collarbone, and the skirt even had a slit from the top of her thigh.

With a cold expression, she walked over and sat down to Lin Mo's right.

Xia Ruoling was the most direct.

She wore a pink short skirt and white stockings on both legs.

With a flick of her twin ponytails, she threw herself into Lin Mo's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

"Your Majesty! I heard you brought back a lot of spirit stones! Could you give Ruoling a few?"

Xia Youyue was dressed in a tight black outfit that accentuated her exaggerated curves.

Lin Yun'er, dressed in a light blue silk dress, with her shoulders partially exposed, stood to the side with her head down.

She twisted a handkerchief between two fingers, her cheeks flushed.

Lin Mo was a little dizzy from the scene.

Five exceptional physical constitutions, five distinctly different fragrances.

This is insane, who can handle it?

"Owner……"

A call shattered the balance.

Ye Meier walked up to Lin Mo in her twelve-centimeter red-soled high heels.

Black stockings, a pencil skirt, and a white shirt.

The three buttons at the collar remained undone.

Ignoring Mu Wanrong's murderous gaze, she stepped over Xia Ruoling and plopped down on Lin Mo's lap.

She wrapped her arms around Lin Mo's neck, pressing her astonishingly large breasts firmly against Lin Mo's chest.

"Master, my legs are sore from sparring with the ladies. Could you please massage them for me?"