Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

The middle-aged, overweight man with a mustache was sweating profusely.

His left cheek was still swollen, but his small eyes were filled with pleading.

He had long since lost his previous arrogance and conceit.

All they do is fawn over each other like a lapdog.

"Brother Li, Mr. Fujita contributed a great deal to this Meiji Restoration. He has a profound understanding of Meiji politics, and we can always consult him..."

The refined-looking young man next to him suddenly spoke up.

"So what?" Li Xin sneered.

"His Majesty also admires his views. Although his actions are somewhat inappropriate, he cannot be killed."

The young man spoke earnestly and earnestly: "The country is currently facing difficulties, and if we want to catch up quickly, we will definitely need the help of foreign friends."

Otherwise, Your Majesty alone cannot sustain the situation, so how can you scrape away the rotten flesh and cure a serious illness?

"So, we're just going to let them run rampant and scheme against us?"

Li Xin chuckled and pulled the trigger.

"Snapped……"

Just as a hint of relaxation appeared on Fujita Shinichi's face, a blood hole appeared between his eyebrows.

His eyes were filled with shock as he fell backward, dying without ever understanding what had happened.

Why does this person completely disregard the bigger picture?

Could it be that he doesn't even have a patriotic heart?

"What's your name?"

Li Xin shifted the muzzle of his gun, aiming it at the young man, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

Mixing up with the Japanese devils...

You didn't speak up when Senior Sister Feiyan was being bullied, but now you're speaking up again.

So you only care about grand national affairs and only know how to tell grand narratives.

You really can't see the people at the bottom of society.

We may be able to see it, but for the sake of the bigger picture, we can pretend we don't know anything.

“I am Zhang Wuying. My death is not frightening. What is frightening is that this world will become corrupt and decadent. No one will cry out, and no one can save it.”

The young scholar was not afraid at all. Instead, he straightened his chest and said with righteous indignation, "Brother Li, you have gotten your revenge today and are feeling quite comfortable."

However, to jeopardize the overall reform movement would be to disregard the fate of the nation and cause the people to fall into depravity, which would be utterly unwise.

Cheng Feiyan's voice rang out from behind, "Junior Brother..."

Her voice was very weak, with a hint of worry in it.

Li Xin knew that his senior sister wasn't worried about the young scholar, but rather about him ruining his reputation.

"Ha ha!"

"The big picture?"

A mocking smile curled at the corner of Li Xin's lips.

I don't know if I'm laughing at myself or at the world.

If this bullet were fired, countless people would point at their own backs and curse themselves as accomplices of imperialism and lackeys of feudalism.

From childhood to adulthood, I've been told that these people are truly remarkable, that they are seeing the world with open eyes.

But why do I always feel so uncomfortable living in this era?

"It's not that 'learning from the barbarians' superior techniques to control the barbarians' is wrong, but the word 'learn' is incorrect."

As the ancients said, only titles and positions should not be given to others. Do you think it's appropriate to relinquish your teaching position to a foreigner and willingly become a student yourself?

Mr. Zhang, could you tell me how to interpret the character "师" (shī)? And how do you say "师傅" (shīfu)?

"A teacher for a day is a father for life. I finally understand why so many people have been kneeling and unable to rise."

So the seeds of this problem were sown at that time.

The argument is for the strength of the nation, and the debate is for the rise of Dongda University.

Deep down, they feel inferior to foreigners. Even their newborn children wish they were born in foreign lands.

Young girls who have just come of age all hope to receive the favor of foreigners…

"You may lose your head, you may shed blood, but you must never lose your spirit."

The calamity of a decline in public morale is far greater than the struggle for territory among nations...

Even if you can make the imperial court strong and wealthy, you still have to grovel and call foreigners "father."

Do you think this kind of power is truly powerful?

“We are not…” Zhang Wuying was dumbfounded. He never expected that Li Xin would say such a thing.

"Are we just going to stand by and watch the world's advanced science, culture, and technology go unlearned, remaining stagnant and closed off from the world?"

"I didn't tell you not to learn. Learning is learning, and applying is applying. Don't kneel down, okay?"

"I ask you, if you let Ito and Greene manage the Ministry of Revenue, let foreigners control customs duties, and completely replace your own system with a foreign one, would your country still be your country?"

"Those incompetent and corrupt officials are not good at their jobs, so it's better to let others do them."

Zhang Wuying blushed and suddenly became furious.

"We can't just stand by and watch our country perish and our race die out, can we?"

"Well said. Why doesn't letting others do it prevent the country from collapsing and the race from being wiped out? Because they've found a better way than that."

In this situation, you talented people all believe that China is inferior to the West, and five thousand years of culture is about to decline.

This is a fact more terrifying than national subjugation and racial extinction, and it will surely bring calamity for thousands of years.

A dynasty may perish, but it can be reborn. But when the hearts of the people die, they are truly dead.

"you……"

Zhang Wuying didn't want to argue anymore. She looked at Li Xin and felt that he was just a stubborn old man who was feudal and conservative, and she couldn't reason with him.

“I’m not going to argue with you about vague and unrealistic things. All I know is that these 400 million people need to have enough to eat before they can even dream of anything else.”

"Naivety and compromise cannot save the world. Food given out of contempt cannot satisfy a conscience."

Kneeling down today is easy; getting up tomorrow will be incredibly difficult.

Li Xin was also bored.

Can he tell the other person?

It has already been proven in the past that only the ordinary people themselves can truly save China.

It's not about foreigners, nor is it about technology.

What we can rely on is our backbone and our courage.

It is the courage to die with the enemy, to be shattered to pieces.

However, this has nothing to do with me... Fate has its own way of governing the world.

I am neither a savior nor a hero.

He's just an ordinary person who wants to live a second life, to stand tall, and to live a long life.

In this life, I will neither kneel before heaven nor bow to earth. I only seek to break through the cycle of reincarnation and roam freely across the four seas.

The world belongs to all people, not to me.

Li Xin turned his gaze away and refused to look at Zhang Wuying again.

In this great era, various ideologies clash. Some sacrifice themselves for their country, some give their lives for righteousness, some are loyal to their ruler, and some are corrupt and lawless.

Everyone has their own stance and their own beliefs.

No one can change anyone else.

He can only manage himself, take the lead, and set an example for the world.

Let the world understand that the people of Tokyo University standing on this land are their own gods...

Regardless of whether they were from the Eastern Yi or the Western Man, or how advanced their technology became.

Barbarians are, in the end, just barbarians.

……

Chapter Ninety-Seven: Not only are superior and inferior determined, but life and death are also decided.

"Draw your sword. I can feel the killing intent in your heart, and I can also feel your deep-seated hatred."

If I'm not mistaken, that disgusting Japanese devil, Yagyu Hakuro, should have some connection to you.

Li Xin had already discovered this person.

First of all, when he entered, this person was standing in the main seat.

This person had a cold and aloof expression, with eyes that seemed half-open and half-closed, as if he were indifferent to everything around him, simply sitting quietly with his sword in hand.

Then there was the incident where the burly man in military uniform with the crew cut was beaten to death.

Furthermore, when the regular soldiers from the Garden Mansion rushed out.

This person also immediately drew their sword and charged up...

As he watched the soldiers fall one by one, he felt no fear, but rather a burning desire to try his luck.

It's like looking at yourself as if you're looking at prey.

This proves that the other party has extremely strong confidence.

And then there's the third point.

This person was able to sense certain hidden dangers.

As soon as the gun barrel moves to his position, the other person's skin immediately tenses up, and he adjusts his body slightly to deflect the vital points.

As a result, in the short period of time just now, I didn't find a clear opportunity to hit the target.

"The revolver in your hand is useless against me. Besides, I don't believe that there are more bullets in the gun than I can use."

Staring at the muzzle of the gun in Li Xin's hand, Liu Shengyuan spoke in a deep voice, each word distinct and deliberate.

Clearly, what he said did not necessarily reflect what he truly thought.

The muscles and bones of the whole body are tense, the brain is working at high speed, the center of gravity is constantly shifting under the feet, and the body undergoes subtle deformations.

It appears to be slowly inching forward, but in reality, it is keeping its guard up high.

I'm terrified of getting shot again.

"I don't even need a gun to kill you."

Li Xin chuckled softly, his eyes indifferent, and said in a deep voice, "Hongxiu."

Whoosh.

A foot-long, narrow, sharp knife had already pierced through the air and entered his palm.

"Judging from your knife-holding posture, it should be the Shin-Kage-ryu sword style."

That day, Yagyu Hakuro also wanted to use his sword to cut him...

Unfortunately, he was too slow to draw his knife; he only managed a basic stance before I stabbed him to death. It was far too boring.

"By the way, judging from his expression before he died, he probably wanted to beg for mercy. It's a pity he couldn't say it."

The blade in Li Xin's hand spun like a leaping sprite.

His words, however, were both harsh and vicious.

Yagyu Shirohara's pupils narrowed to pinpoints, his eyebrows twitched sharply, but his breathing remained unchanged.

However, the few surviving guards and bodyguards from the capital city who were present saw it clearly, and he was already furious.