Eternal Life as False Emperor

Although Long Fangfang tried hard to put on a nonchalant facade, her pale face betrayed her.

La Aotian noticed her complexion and, after a moment's thought, said, "Your big brother needs to focus on handling this matter. Half of the business he manages will be handed over to you and the other half to the second elder."

The brother who had just been assigned a task was immediately displeased and said, "Father..."

"Shut up. Do what you're told. Just dealing with the grain trade with the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect is enough to keep you busy. What more do you want?"

"Or perhaps, you wish to swap with your sister?"

Even the eldest of the Long Family understood how enormous the benefits within were, completely incomparable to his previous minor dealings.

But losing so much business ultimately still left him a bit unwilling.

He merely glared at Long Fangfang angrily.

But Long Fangfang didn't have the time to pay him any mind, her heart was twisting with pain: "Is it always a slap followed by a sweet date?"

It's always like this. The plans she proposed were criticized as worthless by these brothers. If even her father sided with them, her plans would only be postponed indefinitely.

But if her plans matched her father's ideas, he would hand them over to the men in the family for execution.

As for her, she'd be given a small reward of industries others didn't care about or even those that incurred losses if he was in a good mood.

When in a slightly better mood, he might even praise, "Fangfang did well."

Sadly, she was born in this era and likely couldn't even leave the family.

The Long Family moved quickly, managing to gather a hundred thousand stone of grain in just seven days and directly transported it to the mine.

With ample grain in hand, Zheng Yi's confidence swelled, allowing Zhou Ming unrestricted expansion.

Zhou Ming did not disappoint; in less than two months, almost the entirety of the Eastern State was blanketed by the reach of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect.

The expansion was so rapid, even Zheng Yi marveled at it.

Of course, with things coming to this point, the Zhao Family finally realized something was wrong.

They acted like the rulers of Zheng Yi's world history, simply putting a ban across the board.

But alas, the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect had already become a force to be reckoned with by this time.

If the rulers of the Zhao Family truly cherished the people of the Cangyan Realm.

Then maybe there would be a way to curb the activities of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect.

Yet, after years of governance, they had long treated ordinary people like cattle.

On one side was the Imperial Court enslaving them, while the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect continually offered warmth; anyone with a sane mind knew which side to choose.

On the surface, it seemed the Holy Decree from the Zhao Family immediately quieted the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect in the Eastern State.

But, in reality, the oppression from the Imperial Court only hastened the development of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect behind the scenes.

Although the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect had basically taken control over the Eastern State, Zheng Yi still remained in the mine without any intention of emerging.

There was an endless supply of resources here, suitable for both cultivation and trade.

Besides stockpiling materials, Zheng Yi immersed himself in cultivation.

However, as the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect grew, he gradually shifted from cultivating Spiritual Qi to the cultivation of Power of Faith.

While cultivating himself, Zheng Yi didn't forget to help the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect train new talents.

Using the unique structure of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect.

Zheng Yi directly established the Four Great Heavenly Kings, Eight Great Vajra, One Hundred and Eight Arhats.

Of course, the things he created didn't have the slightest connection to the Vajra Arhats in Buddhism.

The reason he created so many was to strengthen the combat force of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect through the Power of Faith.

Aside from Sect Leader Zhou Ming, Zheng Yi meticulously designed each role, ensuring each individual had their own story.

The purpose of these stories was, in fact, to gather Power of Faith.

For instance, the Dragon Subduing Arhat hailed from a poor background but once subdued an evil dragon with his own strength. After reincarnating, he was found by an Immortal worshipped by the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect, who not only restored the memories of his past life but also endowed him with great power for his virtuous deeds.

Among the One Hundred and Eight Arhats, virtually every profession was covered.

And because the followers of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect believed in the Arhats from the stories written by Zheng Yi.

Therefore, who the real Dragon Subduing Arhat was didn't matter, as long as Zheng Yi positioned someone there, they could quickly inherit the Power of Faith from the previous Arhat.

By doing so, he could cultivate a large batch of elite warriors in a short time.

Of course, the strength of these individuals was still quite limited by the scale of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect; their prowess remained average.

The strongest was merely Sect Leader Zhou Ming, barely reaching Mid-stage Crystal level.

Nevertheless, Zheng Yi gave Zhou Ming an imposing title.

Tongtian Sect Leader.

While Zheng Yi indulged enthusiastically in his remote networking game.

The sparks he released earlier had already reached various states, starting their own plans.

In the Southern State, a filthy youngster wrapped in tattered cloth was fiercely fighting dogs for food.

His arms bore multiple wounds from the dogs' teeth, but he seemed oblivious, continuing to devour dog food voraciously.

Yet, even dog food seemed out of his reach.

The grand door creaked open, and a steward rushed out with a broom in rage.

"You filthy brat with parents but no upbringing, coming here every day to steal from the dogs; I'm going to beat you to death today."

Just as the broom was raised, the young boy fiercely competing with the dogs suddenly lifted his head, his eyes flashing with a fierce glow.

The steward was taken aback, reflexively stepping back two paces.

Realizing that he was cowed by a brat fighting over dog food, the steward became even more incensed.

"How dare you look at me like that? I'll kill you!" he shouted, and the broom came crashing down.

The nearby dogs, seeing this, fiercely bit even harder.

Holding the dog bowl, the boy attempted to flee. But how could he outrun a grown man?

In no time, he was knocked to the ground.

The boy rolled on the ground, clutching his head, desperately trying to escape.

But this steward was evidently trained, far stronger than the boy. Even with just a broom, he wielded it with the weight of a thousand pounds.

The boy hadn't gotten far before being struck down again, followed by a brutal assault.

Only when the boy was left battered and on the verge of losing consciousness did the steward finally relent.

Breathing heavily and scolding, "This stray dog of a kid doesn't know his place, running wild here; get a few men to throw him out to the Chaotic Burial Mound."

A guard-like person came over, grabbing the boy by a leg, and dragged him out like a dead dog.

Outside the city at the Chaotic Burial Mound, barely had the guard left when a man appeared before him.

The man, in his forties with a look of compassion, said, "For a child to be forced to scavenge with dogs, if you dislike it, a beating and chase-off would suffice—why be ruthless?"

He bowed his head and injected a burst of Spiritual Qi into the boy; shortly, the boy slowly regained consciousness.

"Come with me now; keep up to live, fail to keep up and die." The compassion on the middle-aged man's face vanished, replaced with a cold indifference that seemed apathetic to the boy's fate.

After finishing, he strode off in a certain direction.

The boy looked at his figure, gritted his teeth, and forced his injured body to follow.

He knew nothing but understood one thing.

Following this man meant survival.

The man seemed indifferent to the boy's pain; many times, the boy nearly fainted from agony, yet the man had no intention to stop.

However, the boy's eyes sparkled.

Because he noticed that despite the man's brisk pace, as long as he gritted his teeth and followed, he could always keep up.

As night fell, the boy suddenly lost sight of the man.

In a hurry to catch up, he made some unintelligible sounds, "Ah... oo... "

It was only then that the boy realized he didn't even know the man's name.

Two rabbits suddenly flew towards him, landing at his feet.

"Roast them. Don't tell me you can't even do this."