Under One Person: The Millennium Plan Exposed by Feng Baobao

Illusion?

He then summoned his own spirit to surround himself.

The powerful spiritual power caused a black aura to shroud the surroundings.

Walking out of the hall, Feng Zhenghao looked up at the sky. The originally clear sky had become extremely gloomy at some point. The dark clouds seemed to be right above his head, making him feel very stressed.

at this time.

A meteorite shining with purple flames flew from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a magnificent voice sounded in Feng Zhenghao's ears.

"The Purple Flame God, who dispels evil and brings blessings to the universe and slays the wicked, dies a natural death, having lived 378 years."

next second.

The meteorite is about to fall into Bixia Palace.

Feng Zhenghao subconsciously raised his hands.

The moment the cloud passed over his head, Feng Zhenghao shouted.

"Ju Ling dispatches generals!"

next moment.

Feng Zhenghao only felt an incomparable pressure coming from above his head, a pressure he had never felt before.

But Feng Zhenghao had a feeling that as long as he held on, Ju Ling Qian Jiang would be able to solve everything for him!

The two sides were deadlocked for an unknown amount of time.

Beads of sweat the size of beans had already appeared on Feng Zhenghao's forehead. His true energy had been exhausted. Continuing to persist would mean risking his life, but he still persisted and did not dare to relax at all.

suddenly.

A feeling of relaxation came over me.

The meteorite with purple flames above his head disappeared, and Feng Zhenghao could feel something extra behind him.

Feng Zhenghao woke up with a sharp pain on his head.

Open your eyes.

Feng Zhenghao found himself still on Jade Emperor Peak, and everything that had just happened seemed like a nap.

But the tingling feeling in his back told him that all this was real, and he really succeeded in capturing a dead god!

Jia Zhengliang walked over at this time.

"Uncle Feng, are we really going to stay here for the next month?"

Hearing Jia Zhengliang's words, Feng Zhenghao suddenly laughed.

"Hahahaha!"

……

Tianjin, North China Company Branch.

It has been more than a week since Zhang Chulan and his team returned from Yunnan, but the intermediary company has not asked Feng Baobao to decipher the meaning of the notebook, nor do they know what it means.

at this time.

Xu San walked over.

"Baby, Chu Lan, Zai Qiao, let's go. The company has sent someone to deliver the notes."

"Continue to translate in the warehouse."

After hearing this, Zhang Chulan immediately became energetic.

"Third brother, who did the company send?"

"Ding Shimaan and Zhuge Qing."

"They had taken notes before, so they could sit in together, but the others couldn't."

Hearing that it was Ding Shimaan and Zhuge Qing, Zhang Chulan chuckled.

"If that's the case, then I'm relieved."

Afterwards, several people followed Xu San towards the warehouse.

At this time, Xu Si, Ding Shimaan, Zhuge Qing and Dr. Xia were all in the warehouse.

The members of the company's board of directors are all gathered together at this moment.

Zhang Chulan was a little surprised to see Dr. Xia.

"Dr. Xia, why are you here?"

Hearing Zhang Chulan's question, Xu Si on the side began to explain.

"Chu Lan, Dr. Xia is now the company's honorary consultant. He has been auditing the notes from the very beginning, so Dr. Xia can audit all future notes at will."

Honorary Advisor?

A question mark popped up in Zhang Chulan's head, not knowing what the consultant was asking.

After connecting with the old Taoist priest via video.

Feng Baobao also came to the notebook. Some of the stains on the notebook had been removed. It felt like seeing a refurbished old book.

Dr. Xia said at this time:

"The book originally had a lot of damage inside."

"For this book, we used some cultural relic restoration methods."

"So it became what it is now. Of course, I didn't change any of the words in it, so that Miss Baoer wouldn't be unable to translate it."

After hearing this, Feng Baobao nodded.

Then he began to read from the notes in his hand.

The time has come to 1941. During this time, I have experienced more and more things. Even if I now have supernatural powers, I have no way to deal with this world situation. I can only do my best and leave the rest to fate. If I force changes, this land will suffer an even more tragic fate in the future when I am not paying attention.

After donating all my savings into sixty airplanes, I headed to the Central Plains. A severe famine was about to strike, and I wanted to save as many people as I could.

What I didn't expect was that I ran into the Taoist Zhiqing of the Three Demon Sect. He had already called on all the disciples of the Three Demon Sect to join the war. He himself was over ninety years old. The daughter of the tomb robber had given birth to four sons for him, all of whom had now died in battle.

[Regarding this matter, all I can do is preserve the Three Demon Sects' incense.]

[If the Three Demon Sects ever lose their inheritance, I will take the initiative to pass it on and continue to be the heir of the Three Demon Sects.]

After saying goodbye to the Taoist priest, I arrived at the most severely drought-stricken area. It seemed as if the heavens were obstructing me. After I used the horned dragon to bring rain, its body cracked for the first time.

[Looking at this situation, it won't take long for this horned dragon to completely lose its ability to control the clouds and rain!]

Chapter 235 New Notes: Meeting Ruan Feng, the price of fighting against destiny.

Everyone was shocked to hear that cracks had appeared on the horned dragon.

The body of this horned dragon was condensed from the dragon veins of the Qing Dynasty, and it was incredible that cracks appeared on it.

Zhang Chulan spoke at this time.

"This horned dragon brought countless rains to the Three Qins before, so why is it no longer effective in the Central Plains?"

After hearing Zhang Chulan say this, everyone started to think about it.

indeed.

It works in other areas, why not here?

Is it because someone has to die?

Zhuge Qing said at this time:

"I think these things can be understood as fate that can be changed and fate that cannot be changed."

"In other words, the Three Qins can use this artificial rainfall, which means that no matter whether it rains or not, the people in that area will not die."

"At most, the quality of life will be worse."

"But things are different in the Central Plains. The people there were destined to die of drought, but he brought rain, giving them a chance to survive. Wouldn't the artifact that brings rain be counter-acted?"

Zhang Chulan felt a little unhappy when he heard Zhuge Qing say this.

"Why!"

“Don’t the people living there have the right to make their own choices?”

Zhuge Qing nodded after hearing this.

"Of course. Don't forget what happened in 1942. Many people left their hometowns."

After hearing this, everyone recalled the historical knowledge they had learned.

It was a famine of extreme severity.

Signs of this had already appeared as early as 1937, but people's predictions about the future are always lagging.

The disaster was the result of several years of accumulated poor harvests.

Zhang Chulan shook his head.

"Is it fate that so many people will starve to death?"

Su Zai Qiao, who was standing by, reminded him at this time.

"Chu Lan, this is fate. Before everyone has complete control over their own destiny, many things are beyond their control."

Zhang Chulan nodded after hearing this.

Now he only hopes that the owner of the notebook can finally defeat fate so that everyone can control their own destiny.

at this time.

Feng Baobao has continued reading from her notes.

The cracks in the Hanging Horn Dragon made me realize that I was now fighting against fate. This was a major trend that could not be changed. From this point on, I no longer actively fought against this major trend, but could only start with the smaller trends.

So I asked my wives to give me three million dollars and bought food before the famine hit.

[And according to various nutritional combinations, I hired someone to make all the food I bought into famine relief pills.]

These pills are made from dandelion, purslane, soybeans, sorghum, brown rice, sweet potatoes, bran, a small amount of dried meat, and a generous amount of salt. After being dried, they are shaped into hard balls about the size of an adult's fist. These balls can be stored for at least two years and should not be eaten directly. Instead, they need to be cooked in a pot to create a delicious, nutritious soup.

[One pill can be boiled into a pot of soup, which is enough for at least one meal for a family of three, and can even last a day during difficult times.]

[According to this method, all my money has turned into 600 million famine relief pills. Although it may seem a drop in the bucket for future disaster victims, at least eating my famine relief pills won't cause them to starve to death.]

After hearing that the owner of the notebook had made so many famine-relief pills, everyone present felt that he had done his best.

This kind of famine relief pill is almost equivalent to today's canned food, but it is preserved with salt as a preservative.

These 600 million famine-relief pills are equivalent to 600 million meals. I wonder how many lives they will save.

……

[Afterwards, I found people from the Three Demon Sects and asked them to guard the warehouse. If they encountered disaster victims, they could give each of them 30 Famine Relief Pills.]

Upon learning of this, Taoist Zhiqing came over specifically to guard the place for me. He was deeply concerned that my famine relief pills would be snatched away by warlords caught in the middle of a chaotic battle, as he was guilty of possessing a treasure even if he was innocent.

In times of war and especially famine, the preciousness and importance of food are self-evident.

Time quickly turned to the second year, and a great famine soon arrived. During this time, I produced another 500 million famine relief pills and placed them in a warehouse in another city, which I personally guarded.

The number of victims far exceeded my imagination. Wave after wave, seemingly endless.

[To help me share the burden of delivery, I selected thirty upright and strong young men from the disaster victims to help me deliver the Jiuhuang Pills.]

[Among them, there was a young man named Ruan Feng who was quite good, and also had a very high talent for cultivation. So I taught him some basic Qi training methods and some minor spells, and also let him use them to intimidate those who wanted to cause trouble among the disaster victims.]

Nguyen Phong?

Everyone felt very familiar with this name.

Zhang Chulan suddenly shouted.

"It's Grandpa Ruan Feng!"