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"He's already spent hundreds of millions of resources, and look at him, he's still a first-level spiritualist."

"I think the Marshal should have another son with Madam Shexiang!"

"I'm afraid this bastard from who knows where has already been ruined."

"If it were in our family, I would have thrown this useless son out long ago!"

At the beginning, Nan Zhujue could still treat Nan Yihao with a fatherly attitude.

Give Nan Yihao whatever he wants.

But as time went on, Nan Zhu's dissatisfaction with Nan Yihao grew.

Nan Yihao consumed a large amount of resources, but his mental strength was still being lost. He transformed from level 19 to level 18, from level 18 to level 17, and then from the late stage to the middle stage.

There was already great dissatisfaction within Lingcao Hall.

The opportunity allocated to the genius of Lingcaotang was eaten up by a loser. No one can bear it.

Friends from other aristocratic families are also considering whether to maintain their friendship with Nan Zhujue's family.

"Brother, you know me."

"I really have no money left, not a penny at all. I advise you not to spoil your child too much."

"Everyone has his own destiny, and you can't force it."

The children of those lovers also had complaints.

There are also talented ones among them, some even have A+++ grade.

Among this rather mediocre second generation of princes and nobles, he is considered to have excellent talent and has the qualifications to reach the peak of the seventh level.

Now Nan Zhujue has distributed the resources that should have been allocated to them to a wild child of unknown origin.

They acted like brothers on the surface, but in reality they had already hated Nan Yihao. The noble families behind them were naturally unhappy and demanded an explanation from Nan Zhujue.

They are all sons.

Why should we favor one over the other?

The lover complained privately to Nan Zhujue, "My son originally wanted a pill to break through to the fourth level, but now we have searched all over the Spiritual Herb Hall and still can't find it..."

There is no comparison between a cloud in the sky and a pile of non-recyclable garbage underground.

How to choose? Do I need to choose?

He once wanted to have another child with Zi Lanyue.

However, when Zi Lanyue gave birth to Nan Yihao, she wasted too much of her original power, making it difficult for her to have another child.

This is also the reason why she dotes on Nan Yihao so much and devotes all her heart to him.

The only Yaozu in the family! From now on, she will only have Yaozu as her son! No one can be more precious than her Yaozu son.

After Nan Zhujue found out, he went home less often. Dissatisfaction with Nan Yihao gradually increased within the empire.

In the past, with his parents' support, these rumors could not be revealed to Nan Yihao, and he could still be a playboy with peace of mind.

But four years later.

The resources Nan Yihao has consumed are enough for the empire to train 100 level 6 spiritual masters and 20 level 7 spiritual masters.

We can even develop the next generation of mecha.

After consuming so many resources, Nan Yihao must have recovered and become a top-level spiritual master, right?

But his own mental power has slipped from level 18 to level 12, and is on the verge of the machine being unable to detect mental power fluctuations.

I'm about to become a 24k gold iron waste that's not even a first-level psychic!

Even though his mother was Lady Shexiang, she was unable to suppress the rumors that were growing increasingly intense.

Some people even started to openly confront Nan Yihao and call him a waste.

If I hadn't come from a good family, I would have been abandoned by my parents long ago.

It would be better to give up the position of marshal's son and find a river to commit suicide.

"Humph, these bitches!"

"Three hundred years in the east, three hundred years in the west, don't look down on the young and poor!"

"Just wait for me!"

After graduating from the Imperial Mecha Institute, Nan Yihao still had a trembling halo of the protagonist above his head.

A vague sense of destiny guided him on what to do.

He didn't act like a complete dandy.

Quite the contrary!

His pretense of being a dandy only served to confuse his competitors, making them think he was a complete loser.

Play pig eat tiger!

Then, the Dragon King returns!

That trace of spirituality guided him.

Tell him to join the army.

As long as he had military merits and tangible achievements, and he showed his outstanding command skills and achievements, those people would shut up.

Even though he is a person with first-level mental power, he can defeat tough enemies that others cannot handle.

It is enough to prove one's strength and the superiority brought by genes.

Of course, he was too lazy to start from scratch like a regular soldier. He couldn't bear the hardship of military training.

It is better for her to start as an officer. The identity of being parachuted into the imperial capital is more suitable for her.

Go to those scorched earth areas to crack down on gangs and eliminate evil, make some achievements and then be transferred back to the imperial capital.

During this period, the sixth-level mecha mind master will escort him, and nothing will happen.

Nan Yihao was very happy, and his first stop was Qingcao City, which was the easiest place to go.

Commonly known as returning home to gild one's hometown.

As he commanded the tall mecha to violently destroy the poor people's building area, he couldn't help but snort.

Or maybe complete violence suits him better.

"There must be evil elements hiding among the masses."

"In that case, let's kill them all and demolish those houses. They're affecting the appearance of Qingcao City."

"Roger that!"

Just when his mecha's fist was about to touch a little girl.

A white figure fell from the sky.

The model is white and simple, like a white petrel, swift as thunder.

Before anyone could react, the mecha's right arm was cut off with one knife!

The white mecha then raised its leg and kicked.

Before Nan Yihao could control the mecha, he was kicked a hundred meters away in one breath. The cockpit was broken and he was embedded heavily in the container.

All the internal organs were almost moved.

The quality of the containers was terrible.

Under the huge impact, it collapsed.

A large amount of domestic garbage fell straight onto Nan Yihao under the action of gravity.

When Nan Yihao was rescued, he was fragrant for miles.

The mother and daughter were rescued by the mecha and disappeared long ago.

Nan Yihao was severely disabled, with one arm and one leg cut off by the debris of life, becoming a one-armed hero with zero combat record.

Even to his death, he would never forget the huge, crimson number in front of the white mecha.

A120.

The Qing Dynasty mecha had long been eliminated. Apart from that idiot Ke Bushi, who else could drive the Qing Dynasty mecha so skillfully?

The movements are smooth and natural.

Even those veteran mecha masters cannot achieve this level of continuous carving.

She is constantly wanted by the empire, and everything related to her is wanted in all directions.

Kill the nine tribes!

But he is still an orphan.

The house was destroyed by the flood released by Nan Yihao's parents, and the authorities did not do a good job of epidemic prevention, so relatives contracted the disease and died.

Not only can't be selected.

It is only natural to have a grudge against Nan Yihao's family.

"This is outrageous! If she resents the Empire, why doesn't she dare confront me in court? Sue me?"

For this reason, Nan Yihao was particularly confused.

"I am also one of the eight billion people in the empire. Why don't I feel oppressed?"

The complaint mailbox is right here, so why not go there to complain right away?

later.

As soon as Nan Yihao appears.

A white figure descended upon him, catching him off guard. The people around him were all useless, and no one could protect him!

Not only did he lose every time he fought, but he also wasted a bunch of high-level mechas. Any young officer's record was better than Nan Yihao's.

They were clearly going to a remote rural area to fight a siege and suppression campaign to gain experience, but the reported war losses exceeded 500 million imperial coins.

Even Commissioner Smith wouldn't dare to embezzle money like this. No matter how wealthy one is, it's not enough for a prodigal son to do this.

The military’s dissatisfaction with Nan Yihao is growing day by day.

"Useless! All of you are useless! My command was clearly correct! It was all caused by that constant problem!"

But no one believed him.

You said that an extraordinary eighth-level psychic suddenly appeared in a poor place and only wanted to kill you, and also destroyed the surveillance?

Just kidding, novels wouldn’t be written like that.

Soon, rumors spread that Nan Yihao was not actually the Marshal's biological son.

Nan Yihao clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.

Didn't he understand that his good father was forcing him to give in?

The army's failure caused his father to lose face.

So his father asked him to be more sensible and not to put him in a difficult position.

If he wants to get resources, he should go to his mother Zi Lanyue's side.

Four years passed. At first, their family was quite happy, but gradually, his father began to linger on those gentle and talkative girls.

Wenrou Jieyuhua never married for the sake of her father and stated that she and Nan Zhujue would only be brothers and sisters.

Nan Yihao saw it clearly. They were brothers and sisters, but they could actually lie down on the bed together at any time. They were just despicable!

But there is a huge force behind those gentle and sweet-talking women.

He once asked his mother Zi Lanyue whether there was any secret organization behind it.

Zi Lanyue said shyly, "I'm not good at running a business, so I handed the organization behind it over to Zhu Jue to handle."

It turns out that Lingcaotang was once Zi Lanyue's property.

However, in order to better take care of her husband and children, Zi Lanyue handed over full power to Nan Zhujue.

Her income came from the dividends from Lingcaotang and the annual salary given to her by the empire.

It is out of reach for ordinary people.

But for these children from wealthy families, it is not enough for a month's pocket money!

Nan Yihao was so angry that his teeth were itching.

Lying decadently on his sofa.

If he can't be a military commander, then what else can he do? Be a useless loser who only knows how to eat rice bugs?!

That thin strand of luck appeared again, guiding him on a final path.

Marriage.

Marry into aristocratic families and gain access to the resources of those fathers-in-law.

One side is to maintain his current life.

Spiritual herbs, potions, mechas, which one is not sky-high priced?

Zi Lanyue’s meager salary alone can’t afford it!

On the other hand, for some reason, Nan Yihao always felt that Lan Keke was extremely important.

Although the empire is a monogamous system.

But it is normal for a strong man to have several concubines.

Look at the king, the nominal mascot of the empire; he has more than a dozen concubines waiting for his favor.

His father is the actual ruler of the empire and the real man behind the scenes.

He, Nan Yihao, can do it too!

.....

Nan Zhujue, the empire's marshal and one of the actual rulers, has been extremely busy in recent years.

Ever since I adopted this son and brought him home.

One bad thing after another happened to the empire.

Over the past four years, rebellions of varying sizes have occurred in various places.

Different from the previous scattered soldiers and generals.

Those people got the new mecha from somewhere.

Abnormally flexible.

Wait until the Empire's mecha column arrives.

They had already run away, leaving behind a deserted base.

Dumped by the enemy, but in order to save face.

To celebrate the victory of the Imperial Marshal in capturing an important enemy military base.

The news talked a lot.

Under the wise leadership of the Imperial Marshal, the rebels were a bunch of insignificant people, and the Empire once again achieved a great victory.

The empire was peaceful and full of flowers.

But if you look beyond the blossoming exterior, you'll find that the inside is actually raging fire.

Various gray areas have emerged again, and we must be on guard.

Defense expenses were huge, so he allocated a small amount to restore his legitimate son's talent. He also granted some minor privileges to his mistress's illegitimate child.

What to do if you run out of money?

Alas, the people have no choice but to suffer.

The civil servants will bear the blame.

The benefits and prestige were all borne by the Marshal alone. The burden on him was heavy, responsible for the sixteen provinces of the empire! Nothing could happen to their family.

When the people below saw the marshal do this, they followed suit.

Various funds are divided up at all levels.

By the time the food reached the remote grassroots workers, only a few melon seeds were left, so they couldn't even afford to eat. To conserve resources, the post station staff were laid off.

Those aristocratic families smelled something wrong.

Continuously testing Nan Zhujue's attitude.

He is ready to make a move in private.

Although it will not affect his rule in the short term.

But he could not tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes and had to give these nobles a good beating.

When I heard that Zi Lanyue was going to hold a grand wedding of the century for her son.

Nan Zhujue readily agreed.

Not only that, the make-up wedding had to be arranged together with the son's engagement party.

This is used to pressure those wealthy families to pay huge membership fees, and in the future there will be membership fees for the second, third, and fourth sons...

The acquaintance, Uncle Four, called again.

Ask the daughter-in-law why the package was not delivered to their home?

Nan Zhujue thought about it.

So many things happened in just four years, so many that the destinies of most people changed a lot.

But a playboy is still a playboy, and he is good at eating, drinking, whoring and gambling all day long.

The children of commoners are still commoners, and their fundamental status as untouchables has not changed.

"Oh, she's gone to be a rebel. Do you still want her?"

A good A-level psychic can reach the sixth level at least, and is also a powerful mecha pilot.

The future is unlimited, marrying into a wealthy family, and raising children like Zi Lanyue is not good? In one step, you can achieve a class leap.

If that doesn't work, join various factories and become a small leader.

Such a capable person would have no shortage of work wherever he went. But he turned around and joined the rebels.

What a fuss!

I heard that her parents were killed in the flood, and her aunt and uncle also died of an epidemic after the flood.

In this regard, Nan Zhujue just wanted to say.

I always feel that the empire is not good.

We should work hard to build the empire, change the empire, and contribute to the empire.

He is also one of the trillions of people in the empire. He feels that the empire is now a free and great land where ideals can be realized, and the air is sweet.

Nan Zhu couldn't understand it.

——"Boss, the Empire has sent an invitation to Ah Tu, saying that Ah Tu will be responsible for the food for the wedding banquet."

"They want all dragon tongue dragon meat. Wow, the food alone will cost tens of millions of Imperial Coins! That's enough to run a lot of mechas!"

Xiao Zi smacked her lips, baffled. "How come this Imperial Marshal is so rich?"

Ning Jun chuckled, "Of course he's rich. Billions of people in the empire serve him as their master. If he's not rich, who is?"

The little girl who was rescued on the spot has grown into an adult and is responsible for the logistics within the organization.

And Ke Bujue has become the leader of all the rebels.

Known as the most vicious criminal of the century!

The common enemy of the entire planet!

The Empire offered a bounty of 5 billion Imperials for the head of the Invincible One! This bounty far exceeded all previous bounties offered for rebel leaders.

"of course."

"Let's go to this wedding and contribute as well."

Ning Jun snapped his fingers.

The simple, all-white mecha automatically opened its cockpit.

The blue screens light up one by one.

There are no extra buttons or functions, it is pure and simple.

The simplest and most primitive structure.

How strong is the driver's mental strength.

How powerful it can be.

"Hello, A120 is at your service. Please select your destination."

"Let's go to the Imperial Star Capital!"