Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming-Chapter 2020 - 1150

The emperor chose Taoists to be alchemists, although it was a secret, many people were well-informed.

Not only were people inside the palace well-informed, but some outside were well-informed too.

When the emperor learned that the alchemists he selected were paralyzed upon reaching the palace.

The emperor was furious, believing that something must have gone wrong along the way.

The guards, imperial physicians, must be responsible.

When the emperor is angry, it often leads to ruined families and unfortunate deaths.

People outside knew, they were just as puzzled; a mass paralysis is not something an ordinary person can accomplish.

Unless it’s a conspiracy.

People outside thought of it, and surely those inside the palace thought of it too.

Even the emperor thought it might be a conspiracy, that someone was stopping him from becoming immortal, determined to find out who the saboteur was.

The emperor did not give up, although those people were paralyzed and weak, he still ordered the imperial physicians to cure them and coax out the recipe for pills of immortality.

Those people needed a process from the physicians.

The emperor, eager as he was, had to wait.

Luo Baojun admired Jiang Tang’s powerful divine soul even more now.

These fortune-snatchers employed sinister methods, beyond the control of someone like Luo Baojun, a mere infant cultivator.

Jiang Tang’s divine soul indeed provided him with great assistance.

Despite his current weakness, unable to accomplish greater feats, more fortune-snatchers wouldn’t appear in many areas beyond his capability.

Stirred the waters of this small world, where the so-called system wasn’t something a single cultivator could capture.

With these evil Taoists, he felt that with the divine soul’s help, any catastrophe would prove empty.

The emperor discovered that all the recruited had fallen ill—a mass affliction, not ordinary illness, but paralysis.

When the imperial physicians revealed that these so-called capable beings, alchemists, all were paralyzed, and would never practice alchemy again.

The emperor mercilessly expelled these people, for what use could these worthless ones serve in the palace?

Must he spend a fortune in treatment?

They were merely people to utilize, now devoid of any value.

Stay in the palace as objects of ridicule?

The imperial physicians, although under imperial command to accept these Taoists, sensed a crisis.

After all, their palace role was their bread and butter, and familial prosperity depended upon them.

Strength and growth.

However, if the emperor favored these Taoists, the imperial physicians’ importance before the emperor would dwindle.

Perhaps these Taoists might gradually usurp the entire medical authority within the palace.

In future, they might be ousted by these people, at best dead, at worst the death of their family members.

Despite knowing the impending crisis, they obeyed the emperor’s orders, a subject’s helplessness.

The highest power’s command is not for subjects to defy.

Now discovering these Taoists, for unknown reasons, drugged, a substance they could not cure.

Under the emperor’s instructions to treat them, they secretly celebrated, not rushing to treat, also discovering they couldn’t cure this substance.

The imperial physicians breathed a sigh of relief, these formidable Taoists mysteriously paralyzed, a significant relief indeed.

Of course, internally they worshipped the drugger, a marvel of might to incapacitate these Taoists entirely.

Yet could only worship internally.

The physicians knew, the emperor would not give up, so long as these so-called Immortal Masters were not entirely destroyed, there’s opportunity for their power to be partitioned.

Surely, the emperor would not give up, originally intending these people to craft him an Elixir of Immortality.

Seeing these people so useless now.

The emperor sent someone to continue seeking powerful alchemists, initiating the competition once more.

Originally in this competition, those who failed didn’t enter the palace, didn’t receive rewards, already quite disappointed.

Yet unexpectedly in less than a day’s time, they had another chance to compete.

Some who failed naturally regained their confidence.

Certain participants without qualification initially did not enter the competition venue due to lateness, missing their chance.

Signed up for the second competition again.

Luo Baojun and his parents’ responsibilities had not yet ended.

They couldn’t leave this city, realizing that the emperor had not given up.

Luo family husband and wife couldn’t help but exclaim, foolish ruler, so obsessed with personal ends, never ceases squandering wealth.

Millions of taxpayers suffering due to a foolish emperor, due to those officials, countless people providing taxes.

Unable to eat well, unable to dress well, some perishing in disasters.

Luo Baojun through two lifetimes, all because of his body, hadn’t experienced the authority, how their power wrought anger-inducing deeds.

Due to being fortune-snatched, dying prematurely, this lifetime only for himself to counterattack.

For others, merely incidental.

Luo Baojun realized his actions could earn him merit, increasing his Luck Value.

As his Luck Value increases, he can oppose the control group.

The control group has a system, while he has the help of the divine soul.

Luo Baojun couldn’t extinguish the control group’s system, nor could he kill the control group with his own hands.

With the divine soul’s help, he may not kill the control group now.

May gradually exhaust it to death.

No urgency to see the opposition perish.