In the dream.

Ying Wuji did not attend online classes today, but instead he counted the migration of his students.

These people have been playing the escape game for nearly two months, and each one is more cunning than the last. They took advantage of the fire and fled to the wilderness, bringing their families with them and escaping frantically.

Although the wilderness is harsh, their skill points are already maxed out.

Originally, under the pressure from the Wei and Han families, many people were expected to suffer. However, the pressure from the Zhao clan was just right, and the blockade from the Wei and Han families was not as strong as expected.

Of course, many people were still captured and brought back.

But they were not captured because of their lack of escape skills, but rather to protect the main force and attract the attention of the officials.

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This migration is quite large, and in order to protect the main force, a strong overall strategy is necessary.

Fortunately, these people are very obedient and have minimized the losses.

Even those who voluntarily exposed themselves are not the young people Ying Wuji had in mind, but rather their family members.

They are willing to do this for two reasons: first, to ensure that the Wei and Han families do not escalate the conflict at this time, and second, to hope that their children and grandchildren will become successful and send back some money to support their families.

Ying Wuji has also promised them that he will find other ways to bring them to the new land in the future.

Of course.

There are many sad stories of separation among these families.

But in the overall situation, it is still quite inspiring.

The outstanding young talents selected by Ying Wuji have also taken their families on a separate route, which leads directly to Ying Wuji's headquarters. Compared to the main force, they are safer.

Once they arrive, there will be vast fertile land for them to cultivate.

The older generation engages in farming, while the young people rely on the essence of the demon veins for cultivation. With the various techniques and spells tailored by Ying Wuji, it won't take long for them to become the elites among the elites.

"Hoo..."

Ying Wuji finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He increasingly felt that the Mo Family's divination technique was useful. If he didn't have it combined with the topographic map of the entire Kingdom Li, these people would probably have suffered great losses even if they managed to escape.

By then, it would probably be best to let Zhao Ying, that old man, benefit, or even follow Zhao Ji's suggestion and directly confront Wei and Han head-on.

Although it is not unacceptable.

But it will definitely consume a lot of energy.

Hopefully, everything goes smoothly!

Ying Wuji's mouth slightly curled up. He didn't know what kind of mood Zhao Ning would have when he saw a large number of people arriving at the new land.

He didn't see the fireworks on New Year's Eve.

He should be happy now.

Ying Wuji glanced at the little fox sleeping on his shoulder and smiled before preparing to exit the dream.

But unexpectedly, he suddenly felt his consciousness being pulled.

He was very familiar with this kind of pulling.

It was similar to the feeling of being drawn into a dream.

Who is this?

An assassin sent by my sect?

Ying Wuji smiled. Now in the dream, he is not afraid of anyone, so he didn't resist at all. He directly followed the pulling force and arrived in another hazy world.

This world was ethereal and illusory, with only a stone table, two stone stools, and a void around.

...

He sat down on one of the stone stools and couldn't help but smirk.

"This dream."

"It's really damn simple."

"There isn't even a place to stay."

As soon as he entered this dream, he could tell that it was definitely not meant to assassinate him.

He couldn't easily judge the strength of the dream's owner.

But this dream.

It was really ridiculously simple.

Just as he was curious about the identity of the dream's owner.

A slightly awkward cough sounded.

"Cough cough! Brother Ying, please don't mind. I don't have the talent to control dreams, so I have been studying it diligently for many years and barely created a dream-controlling talisman. The scene is a bit simple, please bear with me, Brother Ying."

When he turned around, he saw a tired-looking Taoist slowly walking over and sitting opposite him.

Long time no see, unexpectedly we meet again in this way.

Ying Wuji looked up and down at Han Juan. "Master Han is truly a talented talisman master. To be able to control dreams with talismans is truly impressive. I wonder what brings you here today?"

He still didn't completely consider Han Juan as one of his own, but he was far less guarded than before.

Just based on his act of smashing the Mu Family's stele, this person is undoubtedly a true man.

Even if he has kidney deficiency.

He is still a true man.

Han Juan, with sleepy eyes, propped up his chin. "I came here presumptuously to seek Brother Ying's help!"

Ying Wuji raised an eyebrow. "Help?"

"Yes!"

Han Juan shook his head helplessly. "Since the Mu Family's stele was smashed, I knew that this day would come, but it came earlier than I expected. The fire set by the royal family has really put me in a difficult situation."Ying Wuji did not comment on the matter, as he believed that the fire had nothing to do with the royal family and it didn't have a significant impact.

He smiled and said, "What does the Daoist hope for me to do, and what can you do for me?"

"Let me think about it."

Han Juan, with sleepy eyes, pretended to think for a while before saying, "The Zheng family may face a catastrophe, and this is unavoidable. It will happen sooner or later. I dare to ask Brother Ying to protect my mother and grandfather."

Ying Wuji pondered.

He was right.

The split between the Han and Zheng families was almost inevitable. Zhao Ji had mentioned before that he had gathered many people from the Zheng family. This time, the migration would be coordinated with the royal family, and with their interference, the relationship between the Han and Zheng families would inevitably deteriorate. In addition, the Han family had long wanted to completely annex the Zheng family. Even if they didn't split this time, the Zheng family would gradually be eroded.

So it was better to take advantage of the situation and play a trick to cover up the fire.

It seemed that Han Juan had indeed been tricked.

But it was unavoidable.

However, there was one detail. Han Juan only mentioned his mother and grandfather, but not himself.

Ying Wuji smiled and asked, "What can the Daoist do for me?"

"I am currently in a difficult situation and can't do anything!"

Han Juan said matter-of-factly, "I am seeking Brother Ying's help, not making a deal with you."

Ying Wuji: "..."

This statement made a lot of sense.

Although Han Juan's voice still sounded lazy, his gaze towards Ying Wuji was quite serious. "Brother Ying, can you help me with this favor?"

....

Ying Wuji pondered for a moment and gave an answer.

"I will do my best!"

According to the normal plot, Zhao Ji would instigate the Han family to kill the Zheng family members living in the Han residence in order to intensify the conflict between the Han and Zheng families.

This step was useful, but not necessary.

Although Ying Wuji didn't know much about Han Juan, he knew his purpose and the purpose of his sect.

This favor.

He could help!

Han Juan clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you, Brother Ying!"

Ying Wuji waved his hand with a smile and stood up. "No need to thank me! If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave."

But Han Juan stopped him. "Brother Ying, please wait. I have something to discuss with you about the Capital of the Great Ming!"

"Oh?"

Ying Wuji's eyes lit up, and he had a slight guess about the situation.

He knew very well how tough the Muye Stele was, and based on his current understanding, there was basically no way to directly damage the Muye Stele.

Han Juan's actions were truly unique.

This point was very sensitive in the Capital of the Great Ming.

It would be strange if Nangong Yan didn't find Han Juan.

Ying Wuji sat back down and said, "Go on!"

Han Juan didn't hide anything and explained everything that had happened just now. Finally, he added, "If my speculation is correct, Nangong Yan should already know how to activate the Muye Stele, but she doesn't have direct access to it. Since Nangong Yan was able to gain my father's trust, it must be for the sake of the Ji Clan Alliance. The Muye Stele is a rule-based object that affects the mortal world... Hey, Brother Ying, do you understand this?"

"I understand a little! Please continue!"

Ying Wuji smiled and felt even more impressed with Han Juan's sect. Mi Xingli had put in a lot of effort to understand the essence of the Capital of the Great Ming, but Han Juan seemed to have grasped the basic knowledge.

"Brother Ying, your knowledge is truly profound!"

Han Juan praised symbolically and continued, "The Muye Stele is a manifestation of the rules. Even in the Capital of the Great Ming, its influence on the mortal world is far greater than anything else. However, even if it is high, it has its limits. It is foolish to think that the Ji Clan Alliance's goal of directly achieving their objectives through the Muye Stele in the Capital of the Great Ming is possible. Therefore, they must make the Muye Stele produce extremely unfavorable events for the Ying Clan, forcing Li Qian to reopen the tomb plate. Then, they can use the name of the Ying Clan to carry out the Ji Clan's interests. If my speculation is correct, what they want to do is to have Ying Zhao directly expelled from the Muye Stele in the Capital of the Great Ming. She used me, presumably to accomplish this."

Ying Wuji pondered and felt that what he said made sense.

It completely matched all the current signs.

"Clang!"

A sword hummed.

Han Juan took out a sword from somewhere and pushed it slowly in front of Ying Wuji. "They believe that I can break the Muye Stele because of the material of my sword. But in fact, this sword represents my understanding of sword intent. It can help Brother Ying swing the sword three times and completely destroy the Muye Stele in the Capital of the Great Ming, weakening the bloodline rules of the Muye Stele by another twenty percent!"

Ying Wuji: "..."

He finally understood.

This Daoist only had one thing in his mind: to destroy the Muye Stele!

He could understand Han Juan's thoughts.

But what made him even more curious was Han Juan's methods.

...He grasped the hilt of the sword and felt a mysterious information flooding into his mind.

This feeling was like seeing code for the first time in his previous life, incredibly profound and incomprehensible.

Damn it!

Is this sword intent or rules?

Ying Wuji smiled and pushed the sword back: "This sword is powerful, but it can neither benefit us nor stop the Ji Clan Alliance. Please forgive me for not being able to comply."

It was not that he didn't want to do it.

From the overall situation... if there really was such a thing as the overall situation.

Reformation was something that followed the overall situation, while the bloodline rules represented by the Muye Stele were something that went against the overall situation.

In theory, any country advocating reformation should not oppose the destruction of the Muye Stele.

But the reality was different.

The collapse of the Muye Stele would not have a particularly significant impact on the existing members of the major clans, but it would be a devastating blow to the future generations.

With the collapse of the bloodline rules, the clans would lose all their advantages in terms of talent.

Even if Zhao Ji advocated new rules, he still had to consider the issue of talents from the royal family.

To make the vested interests give up the benefits they had enjoyed for thousands of years.

This was an extremely difficult task.

Ying Wuji narrowed his eyes, and it was no wonder that Han Juan had come to him instead of the Li royal family.

However...

Nangong Yan would force Ying Zhao to open the tomb by damaging his bloodline.

Han Juan's sword intent could not change the adverse consequences caused by Nangong Yan, but it could spread the losses suffered by Ying Zhao to all the other major clans, achieving a forced equalization effect.

Ying Wuji could accept this effect.

But Zhao Ji found it difficult to accept because no matter what, the continuous talents of the Zhao Clan were the greatest confidence of the royal family. Both sides suffering defeat was definitely not the result he wanted to see.

So reopening the tomb was still a probable event.

He would have to go through a lot of trouble, and he might even suffer backlash, but the result was unlikely to be satisfactory.

However, Han Juan pushed the sword intent back again: "The weaker the old rules, the faster the birth of new rules. Brother Ying, the Qianli and Li countries are at the forefront of reformation. Can't we bear to give up the bloodline rules?"

Hearing this, Ying Wuji pondered, and this reasoning was not wrong.

As long as new rules were established, his nearly one hundred thousand students would probably reap great benefits.

But he still shook his head: "For the same reason, I can't convince His Majesty. By doing this, the tomb will still be opened, and they will still reshape the bloodline rules. Instead of doing this, I'd rather stop them from approaching the Muye Stele in the Capital of the Great Ming."

Han Juan smiled: "Brother Ying, they won't succeed!"

Ying Wuji raised an eyebrow: "Do you have a way?"

Han Juan smiled: "Of course I do. Brother Ying, just trust me!"

Ying Wuji looked at him: "What about the backlash?"

Han Juan pondered for a moment: "The Capital of the Great Ming is just a subordinate of the present world. The backlash of the rules will be greatly reduced, but it is still not something an ordinary Fetal Transformation Realm can bear..."

He fell silent for a while, then suddenly asked, "Brother Ying! Do you want to become the Lord of the Capital of the Great Ming?"

"Huh?"

Ying Wuji was startled.

Han Juan nodded: "I can't solve the backlash, otherwise I wouldn't be so heavily injured now. This time, you will definitely be injured, and I won't be able to help you. Even if you are a second-grade Spirit Fetus, it will take at least a month of full recovery."

...

Regardless of whether Brother Ying wants to do this or not, it is my mission to leave the mountain, and I owe Brother Ying. But I can compensate you with the secrets of the Capital of the Great Ming."

Ying Wuji became interested: "You mean becoming the Lord of the Capital of the Great Ming is like being a puppet?"

"I can't guarantee that!"

Han Juan looked at him in surprise. He didn't expect him to know so much about the Capital of the Great Ming.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "The Capital of the Great Ming itself is a great terror, but no matter how terrifying it is, it exists relying on the present world. Brother Ying, take a look!"

He waved his hand.

A wooden puppet appeared behind him.

The puppet's body seemed lifeless, but it had a pair of cunning eyes. It looked at Han Juan, who could move freely, with an envious expression.

Unfortunately, it couldn't move.

However, at this moment, thin threads emerged from the joints of the wooden puppet. The threads quickly extended and connected to the corresponding joints of Han Juan.

From this point on, no matter what action Han Juan took, the puppet would follow suit.

If Han Juan didn't move, it would remain still.

As time passed, the greed in the puppet's eyes grew stronger.

At this moment, Han Juan stopped moving.

But the puppet didn't stop like before. Instead, it clumsily and restlessly tried to move its limbs.

The range was not large, but it was actually moving, and it even slightly affected Han Juan's movements.

Han Juan smiled calmly and directly cut off the threads with his sword. The puppet fell to the ground with a loud crash and struggled for a while before becoming still."To be honest, I've been using him all this time, but as time goes on, he has learned how to act and has tried to take over, making Han Juan his puppet.

Han Juan corresponds to the mortal world.

Puppet corresponds to the Capital of the Great Ming.

And this thread...

Ying Wuji asked, "Does this thread represent the rules?"

Han Juan nodded, "Indeed! The Capital of the Great Ming, this world, is originally a puppet with consciousness but no vitality. At first, it was dead. But after using the rules to anchor it to the mortal world, it came alive.

If the Capital of the Great Ming is alive, you naturally cannot become the true master of the Capital.

But what if the Capital of the Great Ming is dead?"

Han Juan smiled and grabbed the broken thread of the puppet, then tied it to a wooden stake like a dead dog.

Ying Wuji understood his meaning.

As long as he cuts off the bloodline rules between the Capital of the Great Ming and the mortal world, this severed thread will be in his hands.

If he severs all the connections to the rules, he has a good chance of becoming the master of the Capital of the Great Ming.

At that time, the Capital of the Great Ming will be like a dead dog puppet.

Even if it still has consciousness, it won't be able to cause any major waves.

By then, if there really is a secret of the demon race hidden inside.

He might be able to obtain it safely without worrying about Hua Chao's safety.

...

This is indeed a rare opportunity.

Ying Wuji took a deep breath and asked, "How many places like the Muye Stele are there?"

Han Juan shook his head, "I'm not sure either, but I can assure Brother Ying that destroying the Muye Stele in the Capital of the Great Ming will at least sever thirty percent of the threads!"

Thirty percent!

Ying Wuji fell into contemplation.

Although he didn't know if Han Juan's puppet theory was correct.

It was worth a try.

He couldn't delay Hua Chao's matter any longer.

He nodded, "Deal!"

"Thank you!"

Han Juan lazily arched his hand.

Ying Wuji was curious, "You seem very certain that I would accept this condition."

Han Juan smiled, "Brother Ying is someone who follows the trend, naturally he wouldn't do anything against it. Thank you, and please keep your promise when you return."

"Rest assured! When you find a normal way, inform me again."

"Oh, Brother Ying!"

Han Juan stretched lazily, "If I can luckily survive this time, please return the jade piece to me."

After speaking, his figure directly dissipated.

Without him, this dream could no longer continue.

Ying Wuji opened his eyes, but he could still sense the phantom floating in his mind.

The sword was still there.

"This Han Juan is truly a cunning person!"

Ying Wuji pondered. Han Juan's understanding of the Capital of the Great Ming had definitely reached a level that ordinary people couldn't reach.

At least Zhao Ji and Mi Xingli were far behind.

So where did this Taoist priest learn about the Capital of the Great Ming?

This place is a paradise for my sect.

But its existence predates all the existing historical records, yet it is only known to people after the establishment of my sect.

Judging from Han Juan's performance, he doesn't seem like someone colluding with my sect.

Could it be that someone took a step ahead of my sect and discovered the Capital of the Great Ming long ago?

Ying Wuji was uncertain, but he could go to the Capital of the Great Ming.

But this time, he couldn't let Zhao Ji know.

Until now, he truly understood the danger of "the trend".

From a certain perspective, destroying the Muye Stele was also part of the reform.

Previously, the Muye Stele was lost, and with Han Juan's sword, the bloodline rules had already weakened to fifty percent of their peak.

Zhao Ji wasn't angry, not because he also wanted all the nobles to give up their bloodline advantages.

But because the curse on the royal family of the Ying Zhao Kingdom had been lifted, completely offsetting the displeasure caused by the Muye Stele.

But if the Muye Stele continues to weaken...

Indeed.

From Ying Wuji's perspective, the complete overthrow of the bloodline rules would definitely be beneficial to the success of the reform in the Kingdom of Li.

Because the bloodline rules are a distribution system, not a bestowed talent for a group of people.

The new land and new laws will also follow the trend, allowing anyone who is willing to contribute to the country to shine.

But this is only Ying Wuji's view.

He has this view because of the memories of history from his previous life.

He believes, but he is not one hundred percent certain that history will follow the same trajectory.

But what about Zhao Ji?

Ying Wuji could almost be certain that if he were to relay Han Juan's words to Zhao Ji, his father-in-law would definitely not allow him to enter the Capital of the Great Ming.

...

Moreover.

The new generation of power that will enter the new land in the next few days is actually carefully cultivated by himself.

This is undoubtedly digging the corner of the Kingdom of Li.

Even if Ying Wuji is only doing it for self-preservation, even if he believes that his efforts are worth these things.This is a real act of poaching.

Ying Wuji could barely convince himself that he was not guilty.

But these things absolutely cannot be discovered by Zhao Ji.

...

The next morning.

Zhao Qi left the palace with a satisfied look on his face.

Nangong Yan skipped past him and contacted Han Zhe directly, making him feel uncomfortable.

Since he felt uncomfortable.

Then find a way to make himself comfortable.

Since the first day of the new year, he was forced by Zhao Ji to betray the Changping Marquis and the Wei and Han families, and he finally realized who he truly was.

Don't consider himself as part of any power.

Because no power would consider him as a person.

Zhao Qi understood that he was similar to the girls in the high-class brothel. They were only used when needed, and no one could really redeem them as concubines.

So what should he do?

When encountering this guest, say what this guest likes to hear.

When encountering that guest, say what that guest likes to hear.

Serve them well, and then gain more benefits, using his own strength to support the entire power in the dark.

As long as he doesn't betray the core interests of other guests, everyone will turn a blind eye.

Just acting on stage!

Just like last night, Zhao Ji, who usually didn't treat him well, acted like a loving father.

There was no punishment.

And he even received some insignificant benefits.

Zhao Qi even felt fortunate because when he told Zhao Ji about Nangong Yan's secret meeting with the Wei and Han families, Zhao Ji didn't show any surprise.

But thinking about it, it made sense.

Cao Gonggong was indeed one of the few experts in the Great Li.

Although he was very careful when he saw Nangong Yan, transferring his energy, he was only a third-grade spiritual fetus, and Nangong Yan hadn't even reached the stage of fetal transformation. How could he hide it from Zhao Ji?

Moreover, even if Nangong Yan was being closely watched.

The forces behind her could still contact the Wei and Han families through other people.

It's just that this matter is more suitable for Nangong Yan to handle.

Thinking like this, it's not strange that Cao Gonggong turned a blind eye. Perhaps his only task was to eliminate Nangong Yan at any time.

It's good to have a clear situation!

He can now be at ease and be the Pingling Jun for a while.

During this time.

Even if he's not outstanding, he is still the second most beloved son of the king.

Zhao Qi couldn't help but smile.

Then he saw someone.

The smile that had just appeared quickly disappeared.

Ying Wuji smiled and said, "Good morning, Pingling Jun!"

"En!"

Zhao Qi replied with a stern face, quickly got into his carriage, and didn't want to have any interaction with Ying Wuji.

Damn it.

This son-in-law is the second most beloved son of the king.

...

During the New Year, the court meeting was only held once every three days.

Although this year was eventful, there was actually no need to hold a court meeting.

Because everyone was waiting.

Waiting for the result of a battle for talents.

Before the result of this battle was announced, any strategy was useless.

...

Chongli Palace.

Zhao Ji was leaning over the desk, reviewing official documents. Although there were no major matters to handle, with the construction of the new land approaching, he and Luo Yan needed to prepare everything.

He had also organized some things before the New Year.

But because of the calmness of the Wei and Han people, he wasn't particularly enthusiastic about organizing these things.

Most of the affairs were handled by Luo Yan.

Now that he saw the hope of relocating the people, his enthusiasm for handling government affairs also increased.

It's just that the speed...

It's really worrying!

Since Zhao Ning took the regent's position, he had almost become a figurehead. After so many years, he had become somewhat unfamiliar with handling things. Looking at the pile of official documents, he felt a headache.

Fortunately, Luo Yan had already handled nearly seventy percent of them.

Otherwise, he would be really busy.

"Ah!"

After finishing a memorial, Zhao Ji threw it aside and rubbed his slightly swollen forehead.

Why did this old man who was half buried in the ground have to suffer like this?

But thinking about it, if he was half buried in the ground, what was Luo Yan? Only his head would be left outside?

This old man.

He was really humble for his daughter!

He had given all the benefits to that little bunny surnamed Ying.

At this moment.

The voice of Li Gonggong came from outside the hall: "Your Majesty! The Marquis is here to see you!"

"Let him in!"

"Yes!"

After a while.

Ying Wuji walked in with big strides, his face full of smiles. "Good morning, Father!"

Zhao Ji raised his eyelids slightly and said with some disdain, "You came so early. If it's not good news, you can leave!"

"Father!"

Ying Wuji spread his hands helplessly and said, "I've been squatting at home all day doing nothing important. How can there be good news to report every day? But I do have an important matter to discuss with you."

Zhao Ji picked up a volume of official documents and didn't even look at him. "Speak!"Ying Wuji chuckled, pulling out a piece of peach wood from his bosom.

On it was a line of black characters, as if scorched: Brother Ying! Save my mother, my maternal grandfather, I will repay you greatly in the future!

A message on a peach wood piece.

It was a method of communication used by the Taoist lineage.

Ying Wuji laughed, "This was given to me by Han Juan before he fainted in the tomb. It must be for asking for help. It seems that the changes in Zheng's land have already made him feel threatened."

Zhao Ji nodded, "The Han family has long intended to annex the Zheng family, and they have already become suspicious of them. After the new land is established, it will be adjacent to Zheng's land. The Han family will not trust them, and they will not miss this opportunity. I will handle this matter, you don't need to worry about it!"

Ying Wuji was somewhat surprised, "Father, are you so decisive?"

Zhao Ji gave a faint smile, "The best outcome of the Han and Zheng's feud is that Zheng's land will pledge allegiance to the royal family. If the new land is completed, I don't really care for this piece of land. If Zheng Lian and his daughter are protected by the royal family, even if the Han family slowly encroaches on Zheng's territory, there will be internal unrest."

"Father's insight is profound! I have learned again!"

Ying Wuji flattered.

He chatted with Zhao Ji for a while.

Then he said, "By the way, Father, I may need to retreat for a few days."

Zhao Ji raised an eyebrow, "To comprehend Ying Thirteen's unique skills?"

...

He had heard Zhao Ning mention it during yesterday's preparation for the expedition ceremony.

Ying Wuji nodded, "Yes!"

"Such flashy tricks!"

Zhao Ji scoffed, showing great disdain, but added, "Once you comprehend it, remember to show me."

"Okay!"

Ying Wuji chuckled.

Today's progress was exceptionally smooth.

After leaving Chongli Palace, Ying Wuji found Li Caimei, disguised as a little palace maid, and accompanied her to go shopping.

She hadn't been so relaxed in many years, and Ying Wuji's "buy, buy, buy" principle made her very happy.

In the afternoon, when Ying Wuji proposed to take her back.

She was still somewhat reluctant.

But she didn't want to delay Ying Wuji's cultivation, and there would be opportunities in the future, so she let him take her back to Qingjing Palace.

Ying Wuji returned to the Prince's Mansion, accompanied Hua Chao around the city, and distributed all the red envelopes to the servants.

At sunset, he finally arrived at the training room.

The Capital of the Great Ming.

It only opens at dusk every day.

It can only be entered with a temporary key or a specific spell.

Once entered, you have to wait until the next dusk to come out.

The entrance to the Capital of the Great Ming.

Is a mirror.

And according to Li Caitan, the clarity of the mirror affects the strength.

Even the clearest bronze mirror in the world would at least weaken the strength by about 20%.

"They lose, I gain?"

"So that means..."

"I earn 20% for nothing?"

Ying Wuji grinned, pulling out a glass mirror from his bosom.

For some reason.

Before entering the Capital of the Great Ming, he was somewhat excited.

He felt like he was viewing a house with a real estate agent in his previous life.

At first, he found it strange.

But then he figured it out.

Han Juan was that real estate agent.

Yesterday's dream, in summary, was one sentence.

"Old Ying, do you want the Capital of the Great Ming? As long as you say the word, I'll bring you the down payment of 30%."

The Shepherd's Monument in the Capital of the Great Ming.

Must be cut down!