The Hua Xia Empire under Lin Qian was different from his previous life. In his previous life, it was just a game. Now, he was truly managing his own power.
Lin Qian was very glad that the Hua Xia Empire from his previous life had followed him here. He also had Zhuge Ming and the entire Ministry of Heavenly Works to give him advice. Otherwise, he would not have been able to manage everything.
With Zhuge Ming and the entire Ministry of Heavenly Works, Lin Qian only needed to provide his own ideas. As for the specific implementation, it was up to the Ministry of Heavenly Works to consider. After all, he was not very good at this.
There were specializations in academics. Lin Qian knew that he was not omnipotent. As such, he had to learn how to make use of people.
Lin Qian was very reassured to leave these matters to the Ministry of Heavenly Works. In addition, the people from the Hall of Life were originally from the Wei Kingdom and the Qiu Kingdom. They were also a force that could be put to use.
In reality, Lin Qian had always been in a state of excitement. The Hua Xia Empire was no longer a game. It was a real existence. It would not be as restricted as the game in his previous life.
For someone like Lin Qian, how could he miss such an opportunity to show off his abilities? If he did not develop the Hua Xia Empire to the best of his abilities, he would feel uncomfortable.
Moreover, Lin Qian was not a person of this world. Naturally, his thinking would be different.
In his previous life, he agreed with a saying from his ancestors: "Those who win the hearts of the people will win the world!"
In reality, Lin Qian's series of actions had significantly improved the fate of Lin Qian's country. At least, the spiritual energy in Linhai Prefecture and Beginning Prefecture had increased significantly.
The spiritual energy in Xuanhuan Planet under the Heaven's Mark was also increasing under the inspection of the Ministry of Heavenly Works. It was exactly the same as what Zhuge Ming had discovered.
The hearts of the people were indeed able to raise the national fortune of the Hua Xia Empire, and it would bring about beneficial changes to the Hua Xia Empire.
Moreover, from Lin Qian's point of view, the citizens were the foundation of an empire. Only when they lived a better life and became stronger could the entire Hua Xia Empire improve.
Lin Qian sat upright in the soaring imperial chariot. He slowly closed his eyes and breathed steadily, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
"Lin Qian, wake up!" Suddenly, a voice called out to him. Lin Qian suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.
However, when he got up, he found himself in a cage.
This cage was very simple. It was basically made by cutting ordinary trees into thick wooden sticks and piecing them together. The person who woke Lin Qian up was the masked young man.
Lin Qian looked down and found that his hands were also dirty. He was wearing rags and his body was much smaller. He looked like he was 12 years old.
"Lin Qian, tonight, that Demon King He is going to have a sumptuous feast again. I wonder who will be captured." The masked young man looked at Lin Qian and said with chattering teeth.
Lin Qian looked at the young man in front of him in a daze. He reached out to pinch himself and found that it hurt.
"I fell asleep?" Lin Qian frowned and muttered to himself.
"I? What do you mean by 'I'? Did you sleep too much?" The young man said as he looked at the people in the other cages. "Lin Qian, you have the most ideas. What do you think we should do to prevent Demon King He from targeting us?"
At this moment, the other cages also contained people of different ages. They were all whispering to each other, their eyes filled with fear.
Lin Qian looked at the slightly dim cave. Looking at the familiar surroundings, his eyes were filled with puzzlement.
"Prison Island?"
Thinking of this, Lin Qian was even more doubtful. "Could it be that I never left Prison Island and those experiences were just a dream?"
Prison Island was the darkest place that Lin Qian had experienced. The Demon King He that the young man spoke of was a prisoner on death row who had captured them. His sumptuous feast was eating people.
He would peel the skin and throw it into a pot to cook before cutting it up.
Every time this Demon King He ate people, he would bring Lin Qian and the others to the table and let them watch. Then, he would laugh out loud at their terrified expressions.
Bang!
At this moment, Lin Qian saw a white-haired figure rush in. He walked towards them and released all of them.
The rescued people cheered. Lin Qian looked at the white-haired figure in silence for a long time. Suddenly, he rushed forward and asked to be his disciple.
The white-haired man agreed. Lin Qian became his disciple again and became the disciple of the former Battle Emperor, Wei Wushuang.
Lin Qian followed the white-haired man to cultivate and discovered that he had awakened a martial soul. It was an ancestral martial soul. The sword was completely black and there were golden patterns engraved on it.
The overjoyed Lin Qian looked at the Dantian. He looked at the Thunderbolt Night Sword that was quietly floating in the middle. However, he felt that two things were missing in his heart.
"The Dantian should be missing a white longsword martial soul and a white Heavenly Scar." Lin Qian walked behind Wei Wushuang. He frowned and muttered in a low voice, "What is a Heavenly Scar? A white longsword martial soul?"
Thinking of this, Lin Qian laughed at himself. "How can one person have two martial souls? It's impossible!"
Three years later, Lin Qian was at his Wanxiang Grandmaster's funeral. He looked sad and confused. "Why do I feel like I've forgotten a lot of things?"
"Lin Qian!" At this moment, a shout came from behind Lin Qian.
Lin Qian turned to look at the person who spoke. He discovered that it was his Martial Uncle, Qin Wushuang. He hurriedly bowed.
"Senior Brother will definitely be very pleased to know that you broke through to the Nirvana Realm so quickly." Qin Wushuang patted Lin Qian's shoulder and comforted him. "Don't be too sad. Senior Brother has no regrets to receive a disciple like you before his death."
Lin Qian nodded silently. Looking at his Master's coffin, he always felt that Wei Wushuang was not dead.
One month later, in Bashan City.
Lin Qian tore the marriage contract to pieces in the Ye Mansion. He waved his hand and looked at Ye Xin, who was looking at him with disdain. "Since you think I'm trash and don't deserve you, I won't force you to marry me. But, do you dare to fight with me? "
As soon as he finished speaking, the aura of the Nirvana Realm in Lin Qian's body completely erupted. Ye Xin, who was originally full of pride, showed fear and did not dare to fight.
Lin Qian snorted coldly. He turned and left the Ye Mansion, leaving Ye Xin, who was extremely regretful.
However, after walking out of the Ye Mansion, Lin Qian's heart was empty. He always felt that things should not be like this.
However, the name of Lin Qian's Young Emperor also resounded throughout the entire Bashan City, shocking countless people.
A year later, a conflict broke out between the Wanxiang Sect and the Victorious Heaven Sect.
Lin Qian was covered in blood. He was surrounded by hundreds and thousands of Nirvana Realm cultivators. The other side relied on their numbers to leave wounds on his body.
His white robe was completely dyed red with blood. Lin Qian looked at the people of the Victorious Heaven Sect who surrounded him. He always felt that it should not be like this. He should not be the side with fewer people.
"Strength in numbers …" Lin Qian's aura was unstable. His soul power was almost completely used up. Looking at the dense crowd rushing toward him, his mind was like thunder exploding.
"I should be the one relying on my numbers!"
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