Da Feng: From copying golden entries to becoming an immortal in the mortal world

The next day, the sun shone brightly in the sky.

The night watchman's office, the tea room on the seventh floor of Haoqi Tower.

On the soft couch, a man dressed in blue robes leaned back, holding a book in his hand, leisurely reading it.

The man had white temples, a clean-shaven face, and possessed both refined temperament and handsome appearance; he was elegant, refined, and deep-seated.

At this moment, a handsome man with an effeminate air, who was standing to the side, found it amusing and said:

"Godfather, the sun is shining brightly today, and even the things that happen are quite interesting."

"The eldest princess instructed that a disciple of the Imperial Observatory would come to the door today to ask Jinluo to open the Heavenly Gate."

"The astronomers of the Imperial Observatory, who usually work with our night watchmen on cases, all look down on the uncouth warriors and consider it a disgrace to speak to them."

"How come there are still sorcerers here, actively cultivating the martial arts system? Aren't they afraid of being ridiculed by their fellow disciples in the Imperial Observatory if they choose the martial arts path?"

Wei Yuan put down the book in his hand, his interest piqued as well: "Could he be the seventh personal disciple of the Supervisor?"

"This child cannot be viewed from the perspective of an ordinary person. Fame and fortune are nothing but fleeting clouds to him."

Wei Yuan slowly looked at the sunlight outside the window and said admiringly, "Do you know that this young man receives a dividend of up to three million taels of silver from the Imperial Observatory every year?"

Nangong Qianrou's delicate face froze instantly. "So much silver is enough to cover the expenses of our night watchman's office for over twenty years."

"However, judging from his godfather's tone, he seems to admire him quite a bit."

Yang Yan, who was standing to the side, said more objectively: "Da Feng has thirteen prefectures, spanning tens of thousands of miles, with fertile land and outstanding people."

"The hybrid rice he developed has increased the grain yield of Da Feng several times over. Now, for every acre of high-quality, high-yield rice planted in Da Feng, he can receive a share of the profits from the Imperial Observatory."

"He earns so much money every year through his own abilities. According to reports from his subordinates, many people in small towns have started building temples and burning incense to worship him."

"Fame and fortune were indeed as his godfather had said, nothing more than fleeting clouds to him."

Wei Yuan was stunned by the annual dividends that Luo Chen brought to his adopted son.

He was inevitably a little disappointed, but he could understand.

After all, it's quite astonishing that one person's annual dividend income is almost one-twentieth of the income of the Great Feng Dynasty.

This also means that the thirteen states of Dafeng are fully capable of providing the wealth of a single state.

Wei Yuan withdrew his gaze from the window and slowly recited:

"I once drank from a spring that flowed from a thousand homes, and now the green branches all grow from the fields of the wild men."

"Planting jade trees to shade the cold alley, and embracing golden carp to enter the barren river."

"Do not think that the gates of the rich are as deep as the sea, but know that the interests of the innocent are greater than the heavens."

"Look at the glorious achievements of a dynasty, they all depend on the lives of its people."

Nangong Qianrou and Yang Yan carefully savored the poem, deeply moved and praising it:

"Father, if this poem you wrote were to spread, it would truly be a great manifestation of the principle of 'taking from the people and using for the people'!"

Wei Yuan smiled gently, his refined face revealing a poem that Luo Chen had composed not long ago.

"At the same time, he chose to discreetly use all of the dividends he received from the Imperial Observatory to establish private schools and medical clinics."

Upon hearing this, both Nangong Qianrou and Yang Yan were stunned, muttering in surprise to themselves:

"What's the difference between this and donating it all?"

"Aren't the alchemists in the Imperial Observatory just idiots who only know how to tinker with alchemy?"

"How can there be such a talented Confucian and Taoist scholar who could create such exquisite lines?"

"The supervisor was improperly appointed..."

In fact, they almost blurted out that the prison magistrate was not a human being.

Fortunately, they quickly adjusted their state and their eyes became clear. After all, mentioning the Supervisor within the Great Feng territory could very likely draw the attention of the Great Feng guardian deity.

Nangong Qianrou, with her beautiful face that resembled that of a young boy's mother, said with her eyes full of anticipation, "Godfather, now that you've said that, I really want to see Luo Chen in person."

Yang Yan clasped his hands in a fist and asked to join the battle: "Godfather, since the Princess wishes that we, the night watchmen, will use our golden gongs to help Brother Luo Chen open the Heavenly Gate."

"Leave this to me."

"The fact that the other party is a direct disciple of the Imperial Supervisor is enough for us night watchmen to open the Heavenly Gate for him."

"Moreover, he is a young hero who serves his country and its people."

Wei Yuan nodded slightly, looking out the window: "The person you've been waiting for has arrived."

……

Outside the yamen (government office) where the night watchman is stationed.

Buzz——

The two men guarding the gate saw a car parked in front of them.

From the outside, it looks like a carriage, but it's rather low, and it also has a magical artifact with four wheels, constantly roaring with the sound of rolling waves.

Their eyes lit up. Although they didn't know what this thing was, they felt it was very cool and unique.

If it weren't for the need to maintain the facade of the night watchman, they would definitely have approached him privately to observe.

Soon, Luo Chen opened the car door, revealing his figure in a white cloud robe.

Seeing that Luo Chen was dressed as an astronomer from the Imperial Observatory, the two gong-bearers stepped forward and inquired:

"Young man, what brings you to the yamen?"

Luo Chen did not reply, but casually tipped each person one tael of silver, "Keep an eye on the carriage for me. If any ignorant playboys want to take a look."

"Look but don't touch."

After saying that, Luo Chen strode into the outer courtyard of the night watchman's quarters and walked all the way to the outside of the Haoqi Tower.

On the way from the Imperial Observatory to the Night Watchmen's Office, Luo Chen was very satisfied with the impressive effect on the passersby on the street.

In an era when horse-drawn carriages were considered luxury vehicles, a new-era, budget-friendly sports car suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Luo Chen didn't believe that the sons of those high-ranking officials and nobles could sit still; they would definitely go crazy and rush to buy!

As a ninth-rank healer who is also a sorcerer, he has mastered basic medical skills and spells to treat injuries and illnesses. Through long-term contact with life, aging, sickness and death, he has developed a pair of "clear eyes".

Having extraordinary eyes allows one to observe fortune and aura, judge good and bad luck, and assist in solving cases (such as lie detection and tracking criminals).

That would mean reaching the eighth rank of a sorcerer, a Qi observer.

The number of patients Luo Chen has helped is at least a thousand, if not tens of thousands.

It can be said that Luo Chen also witnessed firsthand the heartbreaking hardships of the people.

The late Emperor Zhende possessed the body of Emperor Yuanjing in an attempt to achieve immortality. She deliberately lowered the national fortune of the Great Feng Dynasty and secretly used human traffickers to refine soul pills!

The atmosphere of corruption was extremely heavy both inside and outside the imperial court. Since the cultivation of high-yield, high-quality rice, the granaries of local gentry and magnates were comparable to those of grain kings.

Even though Luo Chen used the knowledge he learned at Harbin Institute of Technology in his previous life, as well as the various talents backed by the Imperial Observatory, to put many technologies into rudimentary practice.

This allowed Da Feng to regain some semblance of vitality.

They can cure the sick people, but they cannot cure the sick world.

Before reaching the fourth rank, a warlock has almost no combat power and can only rely on purchased equipment to defend against enemies and protect themselves.

This is also why Luo Chen studied Confucianism and practiced martial arts.

The casket is shrouded in frost, but when drawn, it can cleave a thousand pounds.

A cold glint startled the demons, a solitary figure swept across heaven and earth.

Animosity can be erased with a single sword stroke, and loyalty shines brightly like the Kunlun Mountains.

He brushed his robes and treaded on the clouds, roaming freely in the world.

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P.S. (Updated first, typos corrected later)