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The sky over Beijing was tinged orange-red by the afterglow of the setting sun.
The observatory stands quietly amidst the vibrant colors, its outline solemn and majestic.
A gentle breeze blows, and the copper bells on the eaves ring out with a clear, melodious sound, as if whispering the secrets of time.
The supervisor stood with his hands behind his back, his figure appearing somewhat aged in the glow of the sunset.
When he heard Wei Changxuan's resounding words, he was slightly shaken, and then fell into a long silence.
His gaze drifted into the distance, his thoughts involuntarily drifting back to the past.
In his memory, Wei Changxuan's uncle, Wei Yuan, was definitely a person with top-notch martial arts talent!
However, due to a deeply painful emotional experience, he personally crippled his martial arts skills.
In the eyes of the supervisor, that was undoubtedly a sign of cowardice, a helpless act of being bound by emotions.
But Wei Changxuan in front of me seemed to have come from another world.
He exuded a sharp aura, and every glance seemed to contain endless fighting spirit and ambition.
"Killing one person is a crime, slaughtering a million is a hero!"
These domineering and aggressive words echoed in the supervisor's ears.
The supervisor pondered to himself, "Such a young man, full of murderous intent..."
If he truly becomes the new generation of Martial God of the Great Feng Dynasty, whether it will be a blessing or a curse for the Great Feng is truly unpredictable.
Thinking of this, a deep sigh appeared on the weathered face of the supervisor.
He slowly stood up, his aged body standing in the evening breeze, and gave Wei Changxuan a deep look.
His gaze was filled with complex emotions: a mix of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of regret), 无奈 (wúnài, helplessness), and a hint of expectation.
He waved his hand and said in a slightly hoarse voice:
"From now on, it will be the world of you young people!"
"It's time for my old bones to take a rest."
Having said that, the supervisor walked heavily toward the Imperial Observatory.
His shadow stretched long and thin in the setting sun.
Only a faint voice remained, lingering in Wei Changxuan's ears.
Wei Changxuan stood with his hands behind his back on the edge of the octagonal platform, his posture as upright as a pine tree.
He watched the supervisor's departing figure silently, his eyes gleaming with an unfathomable light.
He looked down at everything below, taking in the bustling traffic and pedestrians of the city.
An unprecedented sense of exhilaration welled up inside me.
"That feeling of looking down on everything is truly intoxicating!"
He murmured softly, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth revealing a confident smile.
……
Meanwhile, in the streets and alleys of the capital city of Dafeng,
And the major cities and prefectures within the Great Feng Kingdom,
Even as far as the territories of the shamanistic religions in several northeastern countries and the southern border regions,
A brand-new genre of vernacular fiction spread rapidly like wildfire.
These two vernacular novels are titled "Snowy Day" and "Mystery".
Driven by the powerful intelligence network and dissemination capabilities of the Luo Wang,
They quickly integrated closely with the local storytellers.
For a time, the storytelling stalls on the streets and alleys were always surrounded by people.
People were deeply captivated by the wonderful story and became completely immersed in it.
"Snowy Night" and "Mystery" quickly gained fame and remained popular, becoming the top choice for audiobooks among the lower classes.
As the author of these two novels, Wei Changxuan's name has become increasingly well-known due to this surge in popularity.
"Congratulations, host, you have gained 0.1 Shock Points!"
"Congratulations, host, you have gained 0.1 Shock Points!"
"Congratulations, host, you have gained 0.1 Shock Points!"
……
Back at the Wei residence,
Wei Changxuan sat in the hall.
Hearing the system's continuous notifications and watching the ever-increasing shock value, a satisfied expression appeared on his face.
These shock values provided by ordinary people, though small individually, are numerous.
Roughly estimated, he should at least gain over 10,000 shock points this time.
And this is only the first 50 chapters of "Snowy Landscape" and "Mystery".
However, Wei Changxuan was not blinded by joy at this moment.
His thoughts quickly returned to his meeting with the supervisor, and he remembered the other deeper meaning behind the supervisor's visit to him.
No wonder when I saw Xu Qi'an in the prison cell before...
He showed no unusual behavior.
It now appears that the Supervisor, as the embodiment of the will of Heaven, did not arrange for Yang Ling's soul to transmigrate into Xu Qi'an's body.
The current Xu Qi'an is still the same Xu Qi'an.
The reason the supervisor didn't do that was probably because of my presence.
To be precise, he must have already noticed the special energy system I cultivate.
Therefore, he wanted me to become the new Martial God of Dafeng.
This severed Xu Qi'an's path to time travel.
Wei Changxuan was secretly amazed; he hadn't expected that his cultivation of the Devouring Stars Technique would...
This attracted such high attention from the supervisor, and as a result, the selection of the new God of War of Dafeng was changed.
"But this is for the best. Without Xu Qi'an, the original protagonist..."
"Then my actions will proceed more smoothly and I can carry them out more effectively."
A hint of a smile appeared in his eyes.
"However, the most urgent task now is to quickly improve our strength!"
That old hag Joan of Arc will definitely not sit idly by and wait to die.
I must increase my strength to the point where I can crush him before he realizes my plan.
Strike first to gain the upper hand!
Just as Wei Changxuan made up his mind to do a ten-pull and use the system's power to improve his strength.
A servant rushed over to report.
"Young Master, the Master is back and wants you to go to the study to see him immediately. He seems very anxious!"
"Hmm? Uncle's back?"
Wei Changxuan felt a sense of doubt.
Uncle Wei Yuan rarely returned to the mansion; he usually lived and worked in the Haoqi Tower of the night watchman's office.
The fact that he was summoned to the study so hastily today must mean something important has happened.
Wei Changxuan didn't dare to delay, immediately put down his lottery plan, and strode towards the study...
Chapter 51: Ten consecutive draws, a farewell poetry gathering!
"Uncle? Why did you suddenly come back?"
Wei Changxuan stepped into the study and saw Wei Yuan leisurely sipping tea. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he asked with concern.
Wei Yuan put down his teacup, his expression calm but unable to hide a hint of solemnity.
"I will be setting off soon. The border war is tense, and the Witch God Cult has repeatedly invaded."
His Majesty has ordered me to immediately lead a large army to the border to defend against foreign enemies.
Upon hearing this, Wei Changxuan's brows furrowed instantly, and he was secretly startled.
He never expected that Wei Yuan's expedition against the Witch God Sect would be brought forward so much.
"It seems that my cultivation of the Devouring Stars Technique and my recent actions have contributed to this."
This alerted the cult of witchcraft, and it's possible that Joan of Arc was secretly manipulating things behind the scenes.
He pondered silently in his heart, his expression growing increasingly solemn.
In the original timeline, Wei Yuan's expedition should have taken place in the middle of the story.
But now, because of her intervention, she has completely disrupted the plans of the Witch God Cult and Empress Joan of Arc, forcibly bringing them forward.
At this moment, Wei Yuan was undoubtedly forced to fight in a hurry.
"So urgent?" Wei Changxuan asked with a worried expression.
"Indeed, His Majesty has ordered me to muster the troops today, and we will set out on the expedition tomorrow morning."
Wei Yuan nodded slightly, a knowing glint in his eyes.
He was well aware of Emperor Yuanjing's plans.
However, he had already secretly made arrangements, just waiting to catch the Witch God Cult off guard at the right time.
Even if the outcome is uncertain, he has made thorough preparations and will die without regrets.
Wei Changxuan naturally understood his uncle's thoughts.