His Majesty is plotting a rebellion? Quickly, summon the Imperial Advisor!

Shang Shoucheng, acting on the orders of the Imperial Preceptor, beheaded the immortal Zhao Qingyun at the execution platform in the West Market with his long executioner's blade.

This matter has caused quite a stir recently. And its implications extend far beyond this.

Even though several days have passed, it is still spreading at an extremely rapid pace.

Soon they walked out of the city gates of Daxi City, and the news spread far and wide.

This matter caused quite a stir in the martial arts world. For the first time, the name of the Imperial Preceptor Xu Bing appeared in the eyes of martial arts practitioners in a positive light.

The Great Xi Dynasty was nearing its end.

Within the territory, numerous martial arts sects existed, and these outlaws had always looked down upon officials in the imperial court. They had long heard of the Imperial Preceptor Xu Bing, but his reputation was not good.

The news of Zhao Qingyun's slaying of the immortal aroused the curiosity of many people in the martial arts world. Some even heard that Zhao Qingyun's head was still hanging on the gate of White Tiger City as a show of force for a month.

Many wandering swordsmen embarked on long, snowy journeys to visit the city of Da Xi.

And it's not just江湖客 (jianghu ke, meaning people from all walks of life) who are involved.

The immortal disciples who were training in the Great Xi territory, upon hearing the news, were either angry, afraid, or disdainful, but they also wanted to go and see for themselves.

An old man dressed in a purple cloud-patterned robe, wearing gilded cloud-patterned boots, and with a quiver decorated with flowers and birds hanging from his left waist, was sitting in a teahouse drinking wine.

He was none other than the Purple Cloud Immortal of Purple Cloud Cave on Little Qiong Peak. His purpose in coming down the mountain was self-evident.

It was to avenge his disciple, whose head was hanging on the city gate, his eyes still wide open in death.

“My disciple, you appeared to me in a dream yesterday, asking me to retrieve your head and bury it properly…”

"We were master and disciple, alas... Don't worry, I will not only retrieve your head."

"Even the head of that damned imperial advisor and that damned emperor will be taken from you!"

"Anyway, I don't have much time left to live. Once you die, my future path will be over. So I'll just go crazy with you."

The Purple Cloud Immortal's eyes were moist, and his head was slightly tilted back.

Immortal Ziyun's current cultivation level is at the Bridge-Building Realm. However, his early cultivation was difficult, and the bridge-building method he used had many flaws.

This resulted in the construction of a dangerous bridge that could collapse at any moment and plunge into the turbulent river.

Every step, every step... was filled with uncertainty for him.

However, this situation improved after he took Zhao Qingyun as his disciple. Zhao Qingyun was blessed with good fortune, and as Zhao Qingyun's teacher, he also received some of that good fortune.

Thanks to this stroke of luck, he not only gained an opportunity but also managed to slightly reinforce the bridge.

There's even a chance that, with that good fortune, one might be lucky enough to cross the Bridge of Immortality and reach the other side!

However, everything was ruined.

The bit of good fortune that Zhao Qingyun had shared with him naturally dissipated as well.

His path also died.

"Imperial Preceptor Xu Bing?"

"A fat pig weighing three hundred pounds, with a face full of sores, how could he have the guts to kill an immortal?"

"I think the real culprit is that Empress Da Xi. Don't worry, Yun'er, your master will definitely avenge you!"

Upon realizing this, the Purple Cloud Immortal couldn't help but clench his teacup tightly.

The teacup was crushed into white powder, and the tea inside turned into steam and dissipated.

If Ji Yuan were here, he would probably be speechless with grief.

Being an emperor is truly awful; being tied up like a giant crab is bad enough.

They're trying to pin all the blame on me.

……

at this time.

"Ha--Qiu!"

Ji Yuan sneezed for no apparent reason.

"I haven't caught a cold either?" Ji Yuan was completely puzzled.

"How boring..."

"Damn Xu Bing, when will he stop imprisoning me?"

"Minister Song, there are only eight or nine days left. You must rescue me!"

Ji Yuan gritted her teeth and extended a few fingers from her hands behind her back.

The once glorious empress is now pitiful. Not only is she confined to one place, but her hands and feet are also restricted.

We can only count the days on our fingers; this is the only hope left.

The resentment in his heart goes without saying.

……

After Xu Bing purchased sixty acres of land in the morning, the grand project of the bathhouse was launched in full swing.

Generally speaking.

To construct such a large-scale project, many procedures require approval from the Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Works before they can proceed normally.

But who is Xu Bing? He is the Imperial Advisor, and in the eyes of the court officials, he is a mad Imperial Advisor.

The imperial advisor, who uses magic to disrupt the court, might suddenly die at any time.

He issued the order.

The cowardly official, as if sending away a plague god, quickly finished the matter and sent him away.

Anyway, Xu Bing was created with his own money, so it's none of their business. There's no need to go up against a crazy person who has no scruples.

Shen Shi.

The project for this bathing pool has officially commenced.

Although the project has been launched, it doesn't mean that construction can begin immediately. The land is available, but the materials are not yet in hand.

First of all, although the original purpose of Xu Bing's bathhouse was to provide a place for local refugees to wash themselves, it was not only for refugees to wash themselves.

After dealing with the refugees, the last customers this bathhouse would serve were merchants who came to Da Xi City to do business, as well as the natives of Da Xi City.

Therefore, the specifications cannot be too low, nor can they be too sloppy; they must possess a certain commercial value.

Therefore, Xu Bing needed to invite skilled craftsmen from the countryside to draw up the blueprints for the bath bath, and then purchase the materials.

First of all, wood and stone are indispensable.

Each of these steps requires significant financial and logistical investment.

Xu Bing entrusted this matter to Bai Shangxue, who is now a prominent figure in Daxi City. It would be most appropriate for him to purchase materials and hire craftsmen.

……

The You hour has just arrived.

Xu Bing headed back home. When he passed by several blacksmith shops, he ordered someone to deliver the escort token, which he had ordered the day before and which was filled with molten copper, to the Red Eagle Escort Agency.

Xu Bing gave this token a simple and easy-to-recognize name: "Red Eagle Token".

The front of the token is engraved with the words "Copper One" and "Copper Two," while the back is engraved with the name of the bodyguard.

There is a small hole at the top and bottom, through which a rope can be threaded and hung on the waist of the bodyguard.

These Red Eagle Orders represent the first step in the Red Eagle Escort Agency's gradual standardization.

……

The servants and guards of the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion are making rapid progress in their martial arts skills because they consume Jiu Mi every day.

He was full of energy and spirit, with a radiant aura.

Tang Dayu had already reached the ninth level of the Innate Realm. More than his martial arts strength, Xu Bing appreciated and valued Tang Dayu for his sense of propriety, his ability to handle situations, and his capacity for comprehensive planning.

It was time for dinner.

Song Si brought the food to Xu Bing's desk. Today's meal was simple: a plate of crispy pork, a plate of green vegetables, a plate of stir-fried pork with chili peppers, and a bowl of fragrant rice cooked by Jiu Mi.

Xu Bing had previously transported a full fifty shi (a unit of dry measure) of rice from Futian.

We sell 100 jin every day, and with today's sales, we've sold a total of 800 jin, or 6.6 shi.

Even with the daily food provided by the Imperial Preceptor's residence, it only consumed about seven shi (a unit of dry measure).

But these seven shi of rice alone had already generated 16,000 taels of silver for Xu Bing.

However, Xu Bing's current assets are less than 16,000 taels, but his expenses today were not small, spending 1,500 taels just to buy land.

It's not that I'm ill, I just don't want to buy more rice.

It's the entire Daxi City; it's only so big, and the population is only so many. Buying 100 jin of rice every day ensures both price and value preservation—everything is just right.

If there are any more, the value of the 9-meter will depreciate, which would be a loss.

Those who can afford to buy nine meters are all landowners and wealthy families. If Xu Bing were to slaughter these people, he wouldn't hesitate to do so.

If you want to make money faster with 900,000 yuan, but don't want it to depreciate, then you can only develop other regions.

Xu Bing mentally calculated today's expenses, getting a general idea of ​​what was going on. As for the specific details, Bai Shangxue had clearly recorded them on the bill.

Bai Shangxue's talent for accounting was impeccable, and his bookkeeping was never ambiguous.

As for Zhao Xiaodao from the escort agency... Xu Bing picked up a piece of green vegetable, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly.

The cooked rice transformed into a clear stream, flowing into the bones of the limbs.

Zhao Xiaodao is young, loyal, and generally a good person, but he still needs some polishing. However, at present, he is not capable of handling the rapidly expanding Red Eagle Escort Agency.

Xu Bing felt a headache.

Compared to spending money, selecting and employing people is the most difficult part.

If only there were a few more talent recruitment vouchers… Xu Bing murmured to himself.

After dinner.

He returned to his bedroom as usual and entered into the primordial meditation.