Dreamland!

This thing is very magical.

It can be a traceless spring dream, a night of debauchery. After waking up, besides the clothes that need to be changed, you can't remember any details.

It can also penetrate into the bone marrow. Every time it flashes back when you are awake, it can make you cherish every detail in the dream.

It can be absurd and bizarre.

But it doesn't make you doubt at all.

It can also be logically coherent.

Even if you are awake, you can't distinguish the difference between dreamland and reality.

And now.

Ying Wuji has almost mastered everything in the dreamland. As long as the spiritual cultivation of the dreamer is not as good as him, he can easily imprint his thoughts on these people.

Just like their respect and awe for the "butterfly".

There is no reason.

But it makes them have to follow.

Even after waking up, they will smile because of the absurdity.

But they will also unconsciously follow this subtle and implicit thinking inertia.

Ying Wuji knows that after these people wake up, it is difficult for them to completely believe in the authenticity of the new land of the Great Li, but the new land scenery he showed them will be deeply imprinted in their memories.

As long as they see the map, they can correspond these memories with the scenes on the map.

Regardless of how brainwashed the Wei and Han families are, they will also believe in their own judgment.

Today's first online class.

Geography class!

During the halftime break, Ying Wuji kicked them all out of the dreamland.

"Hoo..."

Ying Wuji sat up from the bed and took a deep breath of the air on the border of Kingdom Qian.

He pushed open the wooden house and looked at the fortress that was about to be built in the basin from a distance.

Since leaving the front line, he has rushed to the border of Kingdom Qian without stopping.

It has to be said that the two kings are really ruthless, one more ruthless than the other.

With this chosen geographical location, it is destined that they can only do business honestly. Otherwise, if either side is unhappy, they can bury the entire fortress.

But this is also good, the initiative is all in his hands.

He has now completely divided the raw materials into two parts and secretly handed them over to the two countries of Kingdom Qian. Kingdom Qian is strong in agriculture and animal husbandry, so it is mainly responsible for pig oil, while Kingdom Li is mainly responsible for alkali mines and spices.

With the terrifying system of mutual supervision and reporting between the two sides, it is not impossible to deceive both sides.

In the next month, he will completely implement this system.

When this money-making machine can operate on its own and the first batch of soap is produced, he can retire with success.

Just right.

Take this time to give the students a good online class.

Since it's an online class, it has to be professional.

A class schedule is always necessary.

Ying Wuji smiled and returned to the house, closed the door, lit the oil lamp, spread a piece of paper on the table, and started to make a class schedule.

The dreamland is really useful, completely satisfying his various needs for online classes.

Martial arts enlightenment class, he is fully capable of it. After all, all the basic sword moves have been strengthened to the Profound Stage. Although other martial arts are not as abnormal as swordsmanship, he has also learned a lot from Tieniu and Tang Tang. With what he has learned alone, it is enough to rival large aristocratic families.

Especially swordsmanship.

...

After all the basic sword moves were promoted, there was no particularly strange change.

But Ying Wuji had a faint feeling that all the swordsmanship in the world could be reborn under his hands.

It is definitely correct to teach according to aptitude.

But as long as these young people choose to solidify their foundation in swordsmanship with him, it is very likely that they will become swordsmanship masters many years later.

There should also be cultural classes, but these cultural classes must be mixed with a lot of personal preferences, because only when a group of people reach a consensus can they exert tremendous power in the future.

During this time, it is impossible to cultivate experts in both culture and martial arts, but it is enough for Ying Wuji to pick out the good seedlings.

Next, there will be wilderness survival classes and moral screening classes.

Those with high aptitude and loyalty will all be arranged to escape to his secret base.

Those with low loyalty, no matter how high their aptitude is, will be expelled on the spot.

Those with high loyalty but average aptitude or unfavorable geographical location will be arranged to escape to the new land of the Great Li, and let his father-in-law drink some soup.

These are all the arrangements Ying Wuji has made in the near future.

"But! To cultivate true experts, it seems that something is still missing..."

Ying Wuji touched a jade pendant from his pocket and smiled faintly.

"Spiritual Martial Domain!"The jade pendant given by the old man, he had planned to use it a long time ago, but because he had too many important matters, he never had the time.

Ying Wuji still had a sense of respect for the martial saint who established the current cultivation system.

However, this Lingwu Divine Realm looked like a large dream no matter how you looked at it.

If he could figure out the mechanism inside...

Ying Wuji didn't waste any more words and directly stuck the jade pendant on the back of his head, slowly entering into sleep.

When he woke up again.

He found himself standing in front of a magnificent palace.

Three big characters were written on the plaque of the palace: Lingwu Palace!

As for himself, his face was hazy, wearing coarse linen clothes, and besides holding a long sword of unknown material in his hand, there was nothing worth mentioning.

"Ka!"

"Ka!"

A golden-armored warrior slowly walked over, looking down at Ying Wuji from a high position. "Newcomer? Do you understand the rules?"

"I understand!"

Ying Wuji answered in a muffled voice.

The golden-armored warrior nodded slightly. "That's good, follow me!"

Without much ado, he directly led Ying Wuji to the center of the palace, guiding him to stand on the central platform of the palace, and then left the palace.

From beginning to end, there was no unnecessary communication.

...

The entire Lingwu Palace seemed to be a place solely for martial arts exchanges.

But is that really the case?

Ying Wuji frowned slightly. He had read many records about Lingwu Palace, and the evaluations were surprisingly consistent: this place is the holy land for those who pursue martial arts, and anyone can seek progress in martial arts here. This place is magnificent and pure, without any utilitarian nature.

It is precisely because of this that every lord has tacitly accepted the existence of Lingwu Palace and even provided strong support for its development.

This kind of life-and-death struggle without any scruples is indeed crucial for experts. Many fierce generals on the battlefield have emerged from the Lingwu Divine Realm.

Even the understanding of the Thirteen Lord's Empty Space Knife was obtained from here.

But...

This place is too much like a charity organization.

After so much effort, don't they have any ulterior motives?

Ying Wuji felt that he had a bit of a small-minded mentality, but he also felt that there was nothing wrong with thinking like this. He closed his eyes and felt the atmosphere of the palace.

His understanding of the Heavenly Fox's Dream Invasion was like a pair of eyes that could see through everything, deconstructing everything in the Lingwu Divine Realm.

This is indeed a dream.

A small dream space, but it overlaps with countless martial arts arenas.

Almost every martial arts arena is undergoing fierce battles, with some people being extremely fierce and others having exquisite and ingenious moves.

And in the sky above the palace, a pair of eyes are silently watching. These eyes should belong to the owner of the dream.

These eyes... how should I put it?

Very strange!

They don't look like the eyes of a living person.

But they seem to want to see through everyone!

If it weren't for Ying Wuji's high attainments in dreams, it would be very likely that he would think he was the only one in the palace, and he wouldn't even notice the other martial arts arenas, let alone see these eyes.

"Squeak!"

While Ying Wuji was immersed in watching the battles in other martial arts arenas, the door of the palace opened again.

The golden-armored warrior from earlier brought another person in and directly threw him into the martial arts arena.

Under the golden mask, he uttered emotionless words, "Blind swords and knives, end in death!"

After saying that, he directly left the palace.

Only Ying Wuji and another swordsman in coarse linen clothes remained, silently facing each other.

"Clang!"

"Clang!"

There was no communication between the two sides, they just instinctively drew their swords at the same time.

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After a quarter of an hour.

Ying Wuji's trachea was severed, and just before losing consciousness, his sword slipped out of his hand and pierced the opponent's heart.

The opponent was strong.

But he should have lost all his tricks, so this battle should end in a draw.

But according to the judgment of the Lingwu Divine Realm, he should have lost.

"Hoo, hoo..."

Ying Wuji instinctively gasped for breath. His opponent this time was definitely a master, but not that strong. With the ultimate version of basic sword moves, his true strength should be slightly higher than his opponent's.

But this kind of life-and-death struggle with a master was obviously his weak point.

...

A slight difference leads to a thousand miles of error, and defeat is the normal outcome.

No wonder the Lingwu Divine Realm produces experts easily. If they fight like this every day, it would be strange if there were no experts.

"Ka!"

"Ka!"

The golden-armored warrior appeared again, his tone still without any fluctuations. "You still have two matches today!"

"Okay!"

Ying Wuji nodded, stood up with his sword, and quietly waited for the arrival of the next opponent.

In the end.

He won one out of three matches.

It could be considered satisfactory.

Just as the last match ended, Ying Wuji was directly kicked out of the Lingwu Divine Realm.

He sat up from the bed, his eyes shining brightly.

"Very good!"

"The idea is very good, I'll copy it!"Ying Wuji was trembling with excitement. The Spiritual Martial Spirit Realm was an extremely difficult achievement for anyone, as it required a sufficiently large dream and demanded that every scene and detail of each martial arts field be incredibly realistic.

However, for him, who had mastered the Heavenly Fox Dream Technique and the Mohist Deduction Technique, there were absolutely no obstacles.

Understanding the functions of the Spirit Realm.

His online students could experience it.

Not only that, he could even steal footage from the Spiritual Martial Spirit Realm, and every life-and-death battle between masters could become teaching material for his online courses.

"Holy... Awesome!"

Ying Wuji's mouth was crazily curling up. He could hardly imagine how terrifying the monsters he could cultivate would be after several years of such high-intensity online courses.

You should know that even those masters who could enter the Spiritual Martial Spirit Realm could only gain experience from their own life-and-death battles.

Being able to steal footage like him was simply unprecedented.

Such treatment could only be enjoyed by the master of the Spiritual Martial Palace.

As long as the online courses didn't slack off, the offline cultivation resources could keep up.

In at most three years.

A large number of martial artists with astonishing cultivation levels would emerge.

The group he was nurturing in the monster vein would definitely not lack resources.

But the group in the new land of the Great Li...

When he returned this time, he must have his father-in-law establish a policy to favor the cultivation of new talents and take a big hit.

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The king personally welcomed his son-in-law, but because of a sudden important meeting, he finally let Luo Yan, whom he valued most, take his place.

Unfortunately, Ying Wuji didn't like playing with Luo Yan.

After a brief courtesy, he went straight back to his mansion.

Jumped off the carriage.

Stepped on the snow.

Making a "creak creak" sound.

Ying Wuji hadn't expected anyone to greet him, after several days of travel, he just wanted to have a good sleep.

But to his surprise, in front of the snow-covered door, a gentle and charming woman was standing.

Her eyes were soft.

Just like the snow water melting on the stove.

"Sister Hua Chao?"

Ying Wuji couldn't help but smile, "How did you know I was coming back today?"

Hua Chao looked at him reproachfully, "If it weren't for that sensible Luo Ming, I would still be in the dark. You really, didn't even write a letter before you came back."

Saying this, she stepped forward and draped a goose down cloak that she had prepared over him.

It was really warm.

Ying Wuji chuckled, "Isn't that because I was afraid you would wait? I'm starving, has the cook in the mansion prepared the meal?"

Hua Chao brushed off the snowflakes that had just fallen on him and smiled, "Of course it's ready! How could I let you starve while I'm here? Go and eat!"

"Hey!"

Ying Wuji took out a few books from his arms with a grin, "I was so bored over there, I wrote the last few volumes of 'Strange Tales'. Sister Hua Chao, can you proofread them for me?"

Saying this, he stuffed them into Hua Chao's hands and ran into the mansion.

Hua Chao held the books, the smile on her lips was somewhat complicated.

The person who should have been waiting for Ying Wuji at the mansion today was not her.

But the one who should have waited had no intention of fulfilling her wife's duties.

Even during the nearly two months that Ying Wuji was away from home, this lady of the house had not appeared once.

"That's too much!"

Hua Chao sighed softly, but there was a sense of inexplicable relief.

She brushed off the snowflakes on her cloak and followed him with light steps.

This cloak, identical to Ying Wuji's, was sewn by her, stitch by stitch.

I want to drink spicy soup.