Achieving the Dao from the Hundred Schools of Thought

Lan'er's pretty face, which had been leaning closer, froze instantly.

How could this body become so weak so suddenly?

Also, why isn't the fox clan's "Spring Breeze Intoxication" perfume on my body working?

Isn't this face powder supposed to make an 18-year-old fall in love with an 80-year-old woman?

Why did Zhuang Weiyang become even more vigilant after hearing this?

I'm not ugly!

Zhang Zezhong, standing beside him, also calmed his temper, picked up his wine bowl, took a sip, and suppressed his smile.

"Weiyang, I've never heard of you having this problem before!"

Zhuang Weiyang coughed weakly a few times before speaking:

"Brother Zezhong, stop teasing me. Do you expect me to announce this to the whole world?"

"Should I ask someone to get the historian to make a record of this for me?"

While the two were joking around, they skillfully changed the subject.

Lan'er already understood that the plan was bound to fail.

Zhuang Weiyang's attitude shows that she is extremely cautious.

Lan'er bowed gracefully and walked to the side hall, leaving Zhuang Weiyang and Lan'er behind.

The two men immediately stopped smiling when they saw Lan'er walk away.

Looking at Zhuang Weiyang's pale face, Zhang Zezhong retorted:

"Brother Weiyang, I am a practitioner of political cultivation; haven't you ever wondered why I'm here?"

Why?

Depleted of energy and spirit, Zhuang Weiyang's thoughts slowed down, and she asked questions unconsciously without thinking.

Zhang Zezhong glared at him irritably before speaking:

"Of course, it was the Second Young Master who asked me to come and help you! Although I practice the magic 'Political Connection', I can still resist the unconscious bewitching of the Grand Tutor to some extent."

As he spoke, Zhang Zezhong gestured towards Zhao Xiuwen beside him.

"Brother Weiyang, look over there—"

Zhuang Weiyang mechanically turned her head and realized that Zhao Xiuwen was surrounded by scions of powerful families whom she did not know!

Among these people, a political cultivator was standing nearby, silently activating his magic.

These scions of prominent families were completely unaffected by Bo Pi's instigation.

These people either whispered among themselves or pointed at the poor soldier, displaying an air of superiority and condescension.

Zhao Xiuwen, who was at the head of the group, calmly took a sip of wine and occasionally ate a piece of fruit offered by a maid.

Zhuang Weiyang looked at these people, and then at the poor scholars eagerly signing up in front of her, and felt a chill in her heart.

"Does embarking on the path of cultivation mean that those from humble backgrounds are destined to be cannon fodder?"

"If I didn't have supernatural powers, would I also become cannon fodder?"

Zhuang Weiyang was momentarily lost in thought.

"Weiyang, Weiyang?"

Zhang Zezhong called out repeatedly, and Zhuang Weiyang finally turned around, forcing a smile on her pale face.

"Brother Zezhong, the situation was critical just now, and Lan'er used some kind of evil potion to bewitch people's minds again."

"In desperation, I could only ignite my inner fire and forcefully break free from the influence."

Seeing this, Zhang Zezhong understood that Zhuang Weiyang had simply overexerted her inner fire.

Go back and eat something good, get some sleep, and you'll recover quickly.

Bo Pi, who sat at the head of the banquet, had been keeping a close eye on Zhuang Weiyang.

From the very beginning, he had already made a decision: if Zhang Zezhong used magic, he would directly use his cultivation level to suppress Zhuang Weiyang and forcibly "reform" him.

But Zhuang Weiyang, a barbarian soldier, managed to survive on his own.

In this situation, one loses the excuse to perform the spell.

After all, everyone knows that the second young master favors Zhuang Weiyang.

Although he fully supported the Crown Prince, it would be a loss to offend a prince of Wu for the sake of a mere cultivator at the first level.

"This Zhuang Weiyang has a proud spirit but no arrogance, a resilient mind and has mastered the art of war."

"This child is not bad."

Despite his many thoughts, Bo Pi maintained a warm smile on his face.

He casually beckoned to a servant and gave him instructions:

"Go check on Weiyang; he doesn't look well. Ask him if he wants to rest in my backyard."

The servant, upon receiving the order, trotted over to Zhuang Weiyang's side.

At this moment, Zhuang Weiyang was questioning the meaning of life.

because……

You have gained Bo Pi's approval and comprehended the art of "politics"—becoming a ruler.

【The art of governance—governing through the mind (and the I Ching) to improve.】

[Governing (1/10000): When you govern a region, activating magic will increase your strength as your subordinates trust you.]

Why does Bo Pi approve of me now?

As for this technique... Zhuang Weiyang felt it was far too overpowered.

This technique was originally a basic technique of the second realm of politics. Officials who possess this technique will have their strength increased in the place where they serve.

The extent of the increase in strength is related to the cultivator's official rank.

But now, the technique he has obtained has no restrictions whatsoever.

Whether you are a city lord or a commoner, as long as someone trusts you, you can enjoy the benefits!

Supermodel! Absolutely too supermodel!

Oh~ I'm the supermodel!

That's fine.

The servant called out repeatedly, finally waking Zhuang Weiyang from her fantasy of "gaining the approval of millions and punching through the East Sea."

Zhuang Weiyang quickly suppressed her smile and looked at the servant.

"Ahem, does Lord Bo Pi have any instructions?"

The servant had a complicated expression on his face.

"Ah, Lord Bo Pi is concerned about Young Master Zhuang. Seeing that Young Master Zhuang is not in good health, he specifically instructed me to come and ask if he needs to rest in the backyard."

Zhuang Weiyang glared at him, feigning displeasure.

"Lord Bo Pi is hosting a banquet, so naturally I, Zhuang Weiyang, must drink and have fun! There's no reason for me to go to the backyard; I still want to..."

"Cough, cough!"

The servant quickly stepped forward and gently patted Zhuang Weiyang's back.

"Young Master Zhuang, don't push yourself. Go and rest in the backyard."

Zhuang Weiyang looked around and, seeing that no one was paying attention, she leaned close to the servant's ear with a troubled expression and said:

"Oh, my old problem. Now I can't sleep at all, so I'm not going to the backyard anymore."

"Please inform Lord Dazai that Zhuang Weiyang is unwell and wishes to return home..."

As she spoke, Zhuang Weiyang looked troubled and gritted her teeth as she uttered a few words.

"Go home, go home, take your medicine!"

The servant suppressed a laugh and stepped forward to report to Bo Pi.

Bo Pi had now given up any intention to harm Zhuang Weiyang. Upon hearing Zhuang Weiyang's reason, he waved his hand repeatedly, allowing her to return.

The servant relayed the message, and Zhuang Weiyang, upon receiving the order, dared not delay for a moment. She bowed from a distance and then moved toward the door.

Upon seeing this, Bo Pi couldn't help but chuckle.

Does Zhuang Weiyang really have no sense of face at all?

Bo Pi then summoned a servant and whispered a few instructions to him.

"Wei Yang is not in good health. You should talk to people more often and tell them not to invite Wei Yang to their pleasure-seeking activities in the future."

"Oh, what a promising young man, so young, how could he..."

Zhuang Weiyang had already stepped out the door and was unaware that she was about to lose her reputation.

"Hmph, it's only because I'm quick-witted that I went to the backyard?"

"If they go to the backyard, little Weiyang might be born next year!"

Afterwards, Zhuang Weiyang hummed a little tune and hurried home.

He needed to quickly enter the dream to study this "rule of state" and how to improve it, as well as how much benefit it would bring.

"Bang!"

Zhuang Weiyang closed the door tightly and drifted off to sleep peacefully.

Finally, Zhuang Weiyang returned to her own territory—the classroom in her dreams.

He carefully recalled the spell "Government" deep within his mind.

A stream of knowledge lingered in my mind.

How to formulate laws and regulations in ordinary years?

How to mobilize animal resources during times of famine?

During wartime...

"Sigh, this technique is powerful, but I can't use it in my dreams!"

"I'd better stick to playing with my beads for now."

As he spoke, he unleashed all three techniques simultaneously, using the technique of control to harmonize the three.

Two maroon spheres kept shaking in my palm.

"That's not right... I remember Lin Shu used the 'Pan Chuan' technique, those two balls should be able to be coiled and circled in the palm of his hand by himself."

"Why now...?"