All realms have enabled me to achieve the Great Dao.

Why aren't the experts by your side here?

A voice came from afar, "Are you looking for me?"

Emperor Qing's eyes narrowed when he saw him. This person was very powerful, even more powerful than a Grandmaster. Whose side was he on? It seemed he wasn't Chen Pingping.

Is there anyone more powerful than a Grandmaster? The injury he suffered earlier made him start to question the meaning of life.

This made him wonder if the owner of Sanwei Study was one of his men.

He immediately dismissed the thought, because the owner of Sanwei Study was very strong, having transcended the realm of martial artists. If the owner of Sanwei Study wanted to kill him, he wouldn't have waited until now.

"Kill him. If you kill him, I will appoint you as the Imperial Advisor."

"Then I won't be polite."

The foreign experts and the experts on Emperor Qing's side started fighting.

Chen Pingping and his entourage were secretly watching the show.

Although Emperor Qing has a large number of people, he has very few experts.

Seeing that he could not defeat the enemy by force, Emperor Qing had no choice but to order his army to attack. A foreign expert leaped forward and punched Emperor Qing in the dantian, crippling him.

Then he leaped away from the palace; his mission was complete.

"Your Majesty, quickly, capture the traitor!"

In the end, the second prince, the eldest princess, and others were all executed.

After eliminating the rebels, Emperor Qing was filled with despair because there was no one left in the palace who was close to him except himself. All those who were close to him had been killed by the Second Prince.

Looking at the empty palace, Emperor Qing felt the loneliness of life for the first time. The Crown Prince was dead, the Second Prince was dead, the Eldest Princess was dead, the Empress Dowager was dead, the Empress was dead, and the concubines were dead. He was the only one left in the vast palace. Moreover, he felt that his body was failing. After all, his martial arts had been crippled and he had suffered internal injuries. He was not far from death.

That day, Emperor Qing, who was lying in bed, saw Chen Pingping, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

At this time, Emperor Qing was already terminally ill and beyond cure.

"Emperor Qing, did you ever imagine this day would come?" Chen Pingping said calmly.

Emperor Qing stared intently at Chen Pingping, and said in a weak voice, "It was you, you were the one who orchestrated all of this?"

Chen Pingping slowly stood up.

Emperor Qing stared at Chen Pingping as if he had seen a ghost, "You...you..."

He died before he could finish speaking.

"Cause and effect are cyclical, and retribution is inevitable."

Inside the palace, Chen Pingping and others sat together discussing how to deal with the Qing Kingdom, while no one cared about the death of Emperor Qing.

“The Qing Kingdom should be inherited by the eldest prince,” Fan Jian said.

Chen Pingping glanced at him, then took out a copy of Mao Zedong's Selected Works and placed it on the table.

Everyone present stared wide-eyed; the meaning behind Chen Pingping taking out this thing was self-evident.

"The kingdom that Ye Qingmei envisioned is very similar to the one proposed in this book. What do you all think?"

They had also read the book, and the institutional issues it mentioned were indeed somewhat similar to those raised by Ye Qingmei.

The system proposed by Ye Qingmei was very general, but it was quite comprehensive in Mao's Selected Works.

"Major changes to the system may cause dissatisfaction among the aristocratic class."

"Hmph, kill anyone who dares to complain. The purpose of the Oversight Council is to resolve those who are dissatisfied."

Chen Pingping slowly got up, which shocked Fan Jian and the others. Of course, Fan Xian was the first person to know that Chen Pingping's foot had healed.

"Let's discuss it first and come up with a solution that satisfies both sides, proceed step by step, and try our best not to kill anyone."

Finally, after discussion and referring to Mao Zedong's Selected Works, they formulated a new system that was in line with the current national conditions.

After they came up with a new system, Zhou Yongcheng packed his things and left the world of Joy of Life, returning to the real world.

The money he earned from selling books in Joy of Life was mostly used to help the people. Gold and silver were of little use in reality except for selling them for a little money, and besides, he still had a lot of gold in his spatial storage.

Having spent several years in the world of Joy of Life, more than half a month has passed in the real world. Apart from occasionally returning to visit Lü Su, he has basically been in the world of Joy of Life.

Aside from occasionally paying attention to Chen Pingping's actions in the world of Joy of Life, he has been studying Taoist scriptures to improve his own realm.

In the real world, it's raining. Spring has arrived, the rainy season is here, and there are more rainy days.

In a small building nestled in the bamboo grove, Zhou Yongcheng and Lü Su chatted.

"Have you used up all the crystal cores we were given?"

"You gave so much, but only used a small portion of it."

"How was the effect?"

"It's much faster than me cultivating on my own. The crystal core not only improves cultivation level, but also greatly enhances the soul."

Lu Su had been cultivating in the real world, but her progress wasn't significant, since there wasn't much time for cultivation in the real world.

"It's good that it works." Zhou Yongcheng picked up his teacup and took a sip of tea.

“We have so many bamboo shoots in our bamboo forest. Should we dig them up? If we don’t, they’ll all grow into bamboo, and the bamboo will be too dense and won’t look good,” Lu Su said.

Zhou Yongcheng scanned the bamboo forest with his divine sense and found that there were indeed many bamboo shoots, even more than bamboo. They were growing under the long corridor. If it weren't for the thick cement floor of the corridor, the bamboo shoots would probably have been torn through. Growing in an environment rich in spiritual energy, the bamboo had changed a lot and was much stronger than ordinary bamboo.

“There are indeed a lot of bamboo shoots. Let’s call a few friends over and have them dig them up,” Zhou Yongcheng said.

I checked the weather and the time. The day after tomorrow is Saturday. The weather is okay, so I can call them over to dig bamboo shoots.

Zhou Yongcheng called to invite Ding Ying and the others to come over for a visit.

Saturday arrived quickly, and Ding Ying and Lei Cheng drove over.

In the living room, they sat down, exchanged pleasantries, and drank a cup of tea.

Zhou Yongcheng took out several hoes and said.

"Back hill, dig for bamboo shoots, whoever digs them keeps them," Zhou Yongcheng said with a smile.

"I'm afraid there won't be enough bamboo shoots in your bamboo grove for me to dig up," Lei Cheng said, rolling up his sleeves to show off his muscles.

"I'm afraid you'll cry later."

"Cut! Digging bamboo shoots, professional!"

The three of them, each carrying a hoe, headed towards the bamboo forest behind the mountain.

Lü Su was accompanying Ding Ying and their family members.

Upon arriving at the back mountain, Ding Ying was surprised to see the dense bamboo shoots and exclaimed, "How could so many bamboo shoots grow?"

"This is the first time I've seen this before. I suspect it's because the air is so fresh here, Brother Zhou, that the bamboo shoots are growing so well."

“It’s possible. With so many bamboo shoots, how will Brother Zhou dig them up?” Ding Ying asked.

"Dig as much as you like. We don't plan to keep the bamboo shoots. These are enough for the finished bamboo."

"Indeed, bamboo that is too dense doesn't look good either."

Then they started digging bamboo shoots. After a busy morning, Ding Ying and Lei Cheng had collected more than a dozen bags, which couldn't all fit in the car.

While cooking, several women made a dish of stir-fried bamboo shoots with giant meat. The bamboo shoots were crystal clear and very delicious.

"Brother Zhou, the bamboo shoots here are different from those elsewhere. Not only are they different in appearance, but they also taste different. This is the first time I've ever eaten such delicious bamboo shoots. I even suspect that these bamboo shoots could be eaten as fruit. They are crystal clear and look so tempting."

"Brother Ding, you can give it a try. Let me know if it works," Lei Cheng said seriously.

Everyone laughed. After lunch, they sat at a table outside in the courtyard and chatted.

"We'll come back again later and take all these bamboo shoots back," Zhou Yongcheng said.

"Then I won't be polite."

"Don't mention it. There are so many bamboo shoots, we can't possibly eat them all, and it would be a waste to dig them up and throw them away."

After drinking a pot of tea, Ding Ying and the others left. Later, they came back and loaded another cart with bamboo shoots to take back.

In the afternoon, Zhou Yongcheng was digging for bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest, doing some manual labor.

I dug up dozens of bags of bamboo shoots, but only a small portion of them were harvested; many more were still buried in the soil.

As for the bamboo shoots under the corridor, Zhou Yongcheng used magic to bring them out.