Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 818 73: Turning Falsehood Into Truth! (Part 2)

Others cultivate their skills through endless effort, but Duncan's power is forged through battles.

Whenever Duncan feels the world's resistance, he intentionally expends some of his power to avoid accidentally shattering the void.

He needs to leave some margin for himself.

With Duncan's current level of cultivation, if he wanted to forcibly enhance someone's strength, he could easily help them clear the Ren and Du Meridians. Entering the Dao Entrance Realm is out of reach, but the Innate Realm is worth a try.

"Go down and heal your injuries first."

Duncan looked at the woman in palace attire before him and said faintly, "Stay in the palace for now. I'll find a way to help you break into the Dao Entrance Realm another day."

The Xuanyin Sect has great use for him.

Because in one deduction of the Law of Cause and Effect, the Human Form relied on the Xuanyin Sect to cultivate the Yellow Emperor Secret Technique and ascended directly with the Grotto Heaven Blessed Land.

In the last few hundred years in this world, there has been only one person capable of lifting a residence to ascend—they say it's Celestial Master Xu Xun, who is rumored to have 'lifted a residence to ascend.'

If one person attains the Dao, even chickens and dogs can ascend to heaven.

Though Duncan is currently trapped in the Dao Entrance Realm, if he proves the Dao, even chickens and dogs ascending would be no problem.

Yinhua respectfully withdrew.

After her departure, Ji Shaojiang whispered, "Your Majesty."

"Shall I personally go and reclaim the imperial jade seal?"

Upon hearing this, Duncan faintly smiled.

Holding the fake jade seal in his hand, he gazed into the distant worldly hustle and bustle and said slowly, "Who told you this is fake?"

Could it be real?

No, it's not.

This imperial jade seal bears no supernatural power, so how could it be the real He Shi Bi?

The eerie woman in blood-like green attire was very puzzled.

"Follow me."

Duncan smiled casually, holding the fake imperial jade seal, and walked towards the outskirts of the imperial city, calmly saying, "If I say it's real, then it's real."

"However."

"We'll have to borrow some of the human world's fortune!"

Duncan's pace quickened.

Ji Shaojiang hesitated for a moment but hurriedly followed.

By this time, the Prince's Mansion had already restored its order and calmness, and the markets in Guocheng were lined across the streets, filled with densely populated commercial areas. Outside the palace, Duncan changed into commonplace attire and signaled Ji Shaojiang to do the same. Then the two of them strolled through the various markets, observing the bustling traders and hawkers.

"What does Your Majesty intend to do?" Ji Shaojiang was amazed.

The Prince's Mansion located in Renxiao City in the east and northern suburbs served as a barrier for the imperial city and was a residential area for officials and nobles, with a Great Salt Warehouse located in the eastern city.

The western urban area served as a commercial and residential district, with the inclusion of foreign markets. Merchants could set up shops or stalls in selected areas by paying a commercial tax. Thanks to the upcoming market day, merchants were bustling everywhere, with cries of hawkers attracting many passersby.

For some reason, the ordinary people around seemed oblivious to the pair—even as they passed by, they didn't draw attention.

——Merchants.

Duncan paused in an alley of a market, holding the fake imperial jade seal. True Yuan infused into his fingertips, he wrote the word 'merchants' in the air.

No wealth without merchants.

As Duncan made the final stroke, it seemed a trace of Spiritual Light appeared on the fake imperial jade seal in his hand. Under Ji Shaojiang's stunned gaze, an invisible thread of fortune was being absorbed into it, with even the surface of the jade seal flowing with a sheen of brilliance.

At a glance, the fake imperial jade seal now looked somewhat real.

Duncan smiled faintly.

He walked along the market to the street's end, where the Great Salt Warehouse was located in the eastern city. A few streets away stood the Prince's Mansion's academy. Although Duncan didn't possess the wealth to popularize education extensively, he could still transform the confiscated houses to initiate elementary education to some extent.

"The universe mysterious and vast, the cosmos ancient and grand. The sun and moon wax and wane, stars align in their spread.

Cold comes and heat goes, autumn harvests and winter stores. Leap year completes the year, laws and regulations harmonize the yang.

Clouds rise to bring rain, dew congeals into frost. Gold is born from beautiful waters, jade originates from Kunlun.

Swords boast the great Que, jewels proclaim the night light. Fruits like rare plums and apples, vegetables and mustard ginger are cherished.

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Support the people, punish the guilty. Zhou established rituals at Yintintang's fall. Sitting to inquire of the Dao, overseeing the governance with ease.

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Ahead of the pair was the sound of clear, youthful recitation, mostly children no older than eight or nine. The teacher at the propped table was an elderly man in his fifties, dressed in worn clothing, long beard waving as he nodded and guided a group of young students through the Thousand Character Classic.

Duncan watched everything from a distance with delight, faintly saying, "Support the people, punish the guilty."

"It should be so."

— Scholar.

His figure grasped forward, as if seizing some invisible fate. The cultural spirit of the academy gathered, swirling like mist, like a multicolored stream of light. At its center, strands of literary destiny from all over the Southern Han seeped in, resonating with the sound of countless people reading in his ears.

No scholars, no civilization (flourishing).

The fake Imperial Seal in Duncan's hand seemed to be suffused with shimmering light, the jade color emitting a precious glow, not of mundane origin.

Ji Shaojiang was utterly shocked, already guessing what Your Majesty intended to do.

The two continued southward.

Duncan's figure paused beside a river embankment. In the distance, there was a dense crowd of people, like a swarm of ants, carrying and hauling, thousands upon thousands busy repairing the canals and embankments. The rivers of Southern Han had not been cleaned for over a decade, requiring substantial manpower and resources.

Further away, several people were carrying a water wheel, accompanied by followers of the Mo Family. Relying solely on human labor was insufficient; in this era of low productivity, tools were necessary to enhance efficiency.

— Craft.

Duncan once again infused True Yuan and wrote, the fake Imperial Seal exuding a tangible streak of dazzling Spiritual Light.

No craft, no prosperity (wealth).

At this moment, in Ji Shaojiang's eyes, the fake Imperial Seal was almost indistinguishable from the real one. The energy Duncan infused into it made it shimmer with an unseen resplendent light.

"Let's go."

Duncan proceeded along the small path.

After an indeterminate amount of time.

He stopped beside a field ridge, gazing at an old man laboring in the fields, and asked, "Old man, how is this year's harvest?"

The old farmer had not initially noticed the two, only awakening upon hearing the voice. Once he lifted his head, he saw the two of them, unsure when they had appeared.

"Thanks to Your Majesty's great fortune, this year is a bountiful year."

Upon mentioning the harvest, the old farmer's face immediately lit up with joy, his dark face full of wrinkles as he laughed heartily, even raising his voice slightly, showing two fingers, "This year's harvest has doubled."

Duncan smiled, bidding farewell as he left.

In the distance, the fields were still filled with weighty, golden ears of rice, proving the farmer hadn't deceived him. This report was quite satisfactory.

Rewards to be given.

Moved by the spirit of the moment, Duncan held the fake Imperial Seal and wrote the last and most significant character.

— Agriculture.

At this moment, the vision evoked was as astonishing as ever.

Ji Shaojiang stood beside, seemingly seeing countless breaths of human activity converge upon that fake Imperial Seal. Scholar, farmer, craftsman, merchant; Your Majesty quickly wrote the first three characters, but the final 'Agriculture' seemed to echo with the murmurs of a billion souls, even causing a bead of sweat to appear on His Majesty's forehead.

Each stroke appeared to carry the weight of a thousand catties, representing the hope of life.

No agriculture, no stability (livelihood).

At this moment.

Ji Shaojiang seemed to see the engraving on the Imperial Seal with the bugs and bird strokes of "Mandated by Heaven, to last eternally" changing. She even fell into an illusion, vaguely seeing the reflection of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, people, and all beings.

— Refining the false into the true!

Rise.

With my cultivation, combine the creations of heaven and earth, capturing a breath of mortal life, to rekindle the lights of ten thousand homes.

Offering to heaven!

Duncan's figure walked on air, holding the fake Imperial Seal, offering it to heaven, seeking the token of being "mandated by heaven."

I entered the Dao by a child's promise, to return to the world a peaceful age.

Thunder rolled.

Ji Shaojiang did not know what she sensed, shivering all over at that moment.

— True Imperial Seal!

A thread of mortal destiny converged into Duncan's palm, shocking the heavens with heavenly-human resonance. An invisibly profound yellow energy descended, directly inscribing itself into the Imperial Seal.

When the false seems true, the true may also appear false.

The distinction between true and false isn't so important; the Imperial Seal is not merely a piece of He's jade.

Crack.

Meanwhile, in a certain Daoist temple within the realm of Kaifeng, Daoist Lingsu suddenly raised his head in surprise. Hearing the rumbling thunder, he felt his hands grow hot, as if struck by lightning. Upon lowering his gaze again, he noticed that, unbeknownst to him, a sudden fine crack had appeared on the surface of the Imperial Seal he held.

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