A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

There are plenty of talented and extraordinary people on the Han side.

When the fate of the nation changes, how can it be hidden from the eyes of these people?

Over at Longhu Mountain, an old celestial master was observing the celestial phenomena when suddenly his hand trembled, and he almost ripped off his own beard.

He scrambled out of the quiet room, shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Disciple! Quick! Bring me my reading glasses! I think my eyes are playing tricks on me! I see our Golden Dragon with a little Golden Dragon, whipping a big, yellowish-brown worm mercilessly! He's whipping it so hard!"

Upon hearing this, the apprentice quickly handed over his reading glasses and a handful of sunflower seeds, saying, "Master, please look carefully, don't strain your back."

In the Northeast, a shaman was telling a tale to a worshipper when, halfway through his sentence, his throat seemed to be choked, and he remained silent for a long time.

The worshipper became anxious: "Master! Master! What should I do about this?"

The shaman slammed his hand on the table, making the teacup shatter: "What to do? Just let it be! Forget about your own mess for now. Let me tell you, our Han Dynasty is about to take off!"

The worshipper was completely bewildered: "Take off? Where to?"

The shaman rolled his eyes: "Where are you flying to? Up in the sky! You should be secretly happy!"

In the northwest, an old monk who had been practicing asceticism for many years was sweeping the courtyard of an ancient temple. As he swept, he suddenly stopped, looked up at the sky, put his hands together, murmured a Buddhist chant, then silently slammed the broom on the ground and grinned.

Whether they were Taoists or Buddhists, whether they were spirit mediums or fortune tellers, anyone with the ability to see the fate of the nation was looking up at the sky, their expressions quite fascinating.

Some rubbed their eyes, some pinched their thighs, some twisted their ears, and after twisting them, they asked the people next to them:

"Does it hurt? Yes? Then I wasn't dreaming?"

After confirming that it was real, everyone remained silent for three seconds.

Then they all blurted out the same sentence—

"He's really something. As soon as we went in, we saw Chang Wei beating Lai Fu."

This is just so outrageous no matter how you look at it.

But as outrageous as it may be, it's undeniably cathartic.

You're saying that the little snake of China's fortunes, relying on the support of the US, is baring its teeth and swaggering around.

But today, things are different. My own Jinlong is pinning me to the ground like a washboard, rubbing me back and forth.

It's so pleasing to the eye.

Before leaving, the Great Han Golden Dragon did something particularly inspiring: it plucked a handful of the nation's fortune, like picking vegetables, pinching, wrapping, and rolling it up, then stuffed it directly into its bosom and took it away.

The little golden dragon behind it followed suit and swiped a claw at the other dragon before leaving.

The two golden dragons flew away, one after the other, in a grand and unrestrained manner.

As it flew, it flicked its tail, looking incredibly arrogant and smug.

The python was left lying on the ground, most of its scales missing, bubbles rising from its mouth, twitching incessantly like a mudfish thrown ashore.

Everyone who saw it was moved to tears.

How many years has it been? How many years has it been since I've felt so triumphant?

Although we don't know the specific causes and consequences, who cares? Anyway, our country and family have won, and that's what matters.

What do you call this? You call it the ancestors showing their power! You call it God opening his eyes!

Someone immediately took out their phone and posted it on their WeChat Moments:

"Today is a good day; all my wishes will come true."

The accompanying photo is a selfie of him with the blue sky and white clouds.

There are tons of comments below:

"Brother, do you know some inside information?"

"What news? Count me in!"

"Hey upstairs, don't bother asking anymore. Look at my grin, it's practically reaching my ears."

The improvement of a nation's fortunes is no joke.

That's a real, genuine windfall, the kind where a pie falls from the sky and lands right in your mouth.

Let's start with the hospital.

Patients with complex and rare diseases who had been waiting in line for three months for surgery were all successfully operated on, one after another.

In the past, when performing high-risk surgeries, the blood pressure and heart rate monitors would beep wildly, and nurses would run out repeatedly to ask family members to sign consent forms. The atmosphere was as heavy as a funeral parlor.

Today, however, the instrument was as steady as a rock from beginning to end.

The surgeon even started humming a little tune halfway through the procedure.

He was still humming "The Ballad of Heroes".

The nurses were all shocked.

Now let's talk about the police.

Old Li from the criminal investigation team has a case that's been hanging for eight years. In those eight years, his hair has gone from black to white, from thick to bald, and he hasn't found a single valuable strand of yarn.

He had already given up and was preparing to file the case file.

This morning, a key witness arrived.

For eight years, there has been no news of him, as if he had vanished into thin air.

He pushed the door open and came in, saying, "Officer, I'm here to report that I saw everything about that case from back then."

The situation at the school was even more unusual.

Those students who usually sleep in class, are energetic after class, and get sleepy as soon as they open a book, suddenly became like different people. They could recite the texts accurately and answer every question correctly. Those who were struggling to pass the last monthly exam have now jumped straight into the top 100 in the grade.

The homeroom teacher held the report card, his hands trembling, wondering to himself: Is this graduating class going to Tsinghua University en masse? Or has my teaching always been pretty good?

The elderly people who trade stocks also noticed something was wrong.

Previously, whatever you bought would drop in price, turning the market as green as a field of leeks;

Today, everything I buy goes up in price; the red decorations look like couplets pasted up for Chinese New Year.

An elderly man, clutching his phone and staring at the vibrant bullish candlestick on the screen, was so excited he almost fainted. He exclaimed repeatedly, "My goodness! I've been trading stocks for twenty years, and this is the first time I've ever seen anything like this! This isn't just a bull market; it's a divine bull descending to earth!"

If it's this lively among ordinary people, how can the Qi cultivators be idle?

Those old cultivators who had been stuck at their bottlenecks for more than ten or even several decades suddenly broke through overnight as if they had taken an enlightening pill, exclaiming "So that's how it is!"

There was a cultivator who had been in seclusion for thirty years without making a sound. His disciples had even prepared wreaths for him outside. But last night, he suddenly walked out laughing, his whole demeanor exuding an aura of power and an indescribable, harmonious energy in every gesture.

The apprentice was stunned, forgetting to throw away the wreath in his hand: "Master...Master? You've broken through to a higher level?"

The old monk glared at him: "What are you holding in your hand?"

"No...it's nothing! It's just for landscaping! I was just about to put one on that crooked tree by the door!"

These good things kept happening one after another, like dumplings being dropped into a pot, and everyone knew why they were happening.

Is the fate of a nation something mysterious? It would be a lie to say it isn't mysterious, but it is indeed mysterious.

But you can't stop it from genuinely changing everyone's lives.

Ordinary people don't know the inside story; they just know that they found money on the street today, won't get scolded at work tomorrow, and their stocks hit the daily limit the day after.

Those among the Qi cultivators who knew the inside story were secretly delighted, but they all expressed their opinions aloud:

Thank you, Little Days, for bringing good fortune to our nation! Little Days is truly a good friend! Selfless and dedicated! May good people live long and prosper!

I guess I'll have to live a tough life for a while, but it's okay, I'm resilient, I won't die anytime soon.