301: The Tianli Dynasty, a time of renewal

Fortunately, as soon as he stepped into the residence, his sister Zhao Hanxue skipped over lightly and said timidly, "Brother, you're back?"

Zhao Hanxue's appearance was eighty percent similar to her mother's. She was currently wearing a white female Disciple's skirt with her hair in a ponytail, looking lively and cheerful.

"Yes, I'm back."

Zhao Zhen raised his hand and gently stroked his sister's forehead, and his originally tense mood instantly eased a lot.

"Brother, you weren't injured during your training trip this time, were you?"

"No, no. I gained a lot from this training trip. I'll tell you more later. Where is Mother?"

Just then, Jiang Muyan, hearing the commotion in the Cultivation room, walked out gracefully.

Seeing her son return safely, a joyful smile instantly blossomed on her face. "Zhen'er, you're back."

"Yes, Mother, I'm back."

At this moment, the Family was reunited, and they were all filled with joy.

"Mother, Xiaoxue, I brought you some good things..."

...Meanwhile, in the Ten Thousand Dynasties of the Eastern Desolation, countless miles away, a Dynasty rose powerfully, announcing its rebirth.

Its new national name was set as the "Holy Roman Empire," the capital was solemnly named "Washington," and even the Emperor's title was changed to the "Roman Great Emperor."

The entire Tianli Dynasty, from its national name and capital to the Emperor's title, was completely refreshed, showing a state of total renewal.

Within the city of Washington, wide stone roads interlaced, weaving the bustling network of a great city.

On the bustling streets, people came and went in a lively and extraordinary scene.

Business was booming in various shops along the streets, with the sounds of hawking and laughter rising and falling one after another.

Merchants from many surrounding Dynasties drove horse-drawn convoys laden with goods, busy selling their respective rare treasures.

The Empire's soldiers patrolled strictly; they were all extraordinarily mighty, exuding a chilling aura of majesty.

Not only were there many Mortals in the city, but even the legendary "Immortals" occasionally appeared, causing passersby to stop and watch.

Of course, these Immortals in the mouths of Mortals were merely Cultivators of the Mortal Transformation Realm... Zooming in, within the magnificent and luxurious palace of the Holy Roman Empire, the "Roman Great Emperor" Zhao Zheng was currently facing a difficult and crucial decision.

Zhao Zheng stood in the golden and magnificent palace hall, his gaze sweeping over the stunning women kneeling in a group below.

The identities of these women were unusual; they had all once enjoyed great honor in their respective Dynasties.

Among them, most were queens and concubines, once the bedfellows of a nation's ruler with prominent status, and besides them, there were also many other men's wives.

Occasionally, there were a few budding young maidens among them, who were only here because of their natural beauty and peerless looks.

Now, their countries were destroyed and their families gone, their past wealth and glory like passing clouds. They now had no choice but to tremble here like lambs to the slaughter.

They crouched and knelt on the ground, their eyes full of fear and helplessness, appearing very weak, pitiful, and endearing.

Such a scene caused Zhao Zheng to feel a sense of pity in his heart, wanting to firmly take them all into his harem to give them proper care and love.

"Your Majesty, how should these female relatives of the enemy royal families be handled?"

"I request that they all be put to death."

A Duke Tangs Mansion Guards nearby suggested, his voice echoing in the empty hall.

Hearing this, all the female relatives were terrified, their delicate bodies trembling uncontrollably.

No one is not afraid of death; they were full of desire to live, and so in the next moment, they all turned their pleading gazes toward Zhao Zheng, begging him to show mercy.

Zhao Zheng did not answer immediately, pacing back and forth in the hall.

His Empire, in just these short six months, had hacked through all obstacles by relying on the System's famous ministers and the Void Realm army.

Subjugating all who refused to submit and successively defeating many surrounding countries, its territory rapidly expanded like a rolling snowball.

But now, the glory of this victory brought not only expansion but also many thorny problems.

That is, as the Empire's territory expanded and grew, the pressure on population and resources also intensified, and various contradictions increased.

Zhao Zheng was beginning to get a headache over the question of how to govern such a vast Empire.

"No! No! No!"

"If they are all put to death, although it would deter the remaining forces of the enemy countries, it would also leave a reputation for cruelty."

"They have already lost their husbands and sons, and their families are destroyed. They are all pitiful people. How could I have the heart to let them lose their lives as well?"

Having said that, Zhao Zheng waved his hand and ordered loudly, "Wash them all clean and send them to the harem! I want to provide for them with good food and drink!"

After speaking, he turned and left, leaving behind only the sounds of those queens, concubines, and other people's wives weeping with joy.

"Wuwu, Your Majesty!"

"Thank you for your great kindness, Your Majesty. Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Thank you for your forgiveness, Your Majesty. We will certainly serve Your Majesty with all our hearts!"

Not far away, the corners of Zhao Zheng's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smile.

"Not bad, not bad. Minister Yao's tactic really never fails!"

...After Zhao Zheng left, he soon arrived at the Imperial Study.

As the scale of battle continued to expand, he had sent out all the Western Garden Colonels, which was just enough to stabilize the entire front line.

News of victory from the front and spiritual items and Spirit Stones were constantly returning, while in the rear, Yao Chong stabilized the country.

In the direction of Dongyunting, many micro-sized forces had been infiltrated by them, continuously providing a considerable amount of resources.

Regardless, everything was progressing steadily; paying back the System's loan was only a matter of time.

However, in this process, it was unknown who started it first.

Every few days, a batch of other men's wives would be secretly transported to the harem.

Initially, Zhao Zheng strictly refused.

But seeing how pitiful they were, and how full of charm they were, he could only helplessly accept them.

"Alright, don't send any more in the future. I am not a fan of other men's wives!"

But the situation did not improve; instead, it spiraled out of control. More and more beauties were secretly sent over. Zhao Zheng could not refuse and had no choice but to accept them all with a smile.

Among them were queens and princesses, as well as Family Young Misses, and even no lack of female Cultivators and so on.

These women were all very beautiful, with different temperaments and their own unique charms, making Zhao Zheng's heart flutter.

Consequently, he incorporated them all into the harem.

Ahem, I've digressed.

Zhao Zheng finished recycling another batch of resources, leaving enough top-up points for a ten-pull draw, while the rest was used to pay off the System's loan.

[Host: Zhao Zheng]

[Cultivation: Seventh Stage of the Mortal Transformation Realm]

[Current top-up points: 10,000 points]

[Current Host Debt: 162,000 top-up points, with interest at 1% of the remaining balance per month]

Taking a few deep breaths, Zhao Zheng opened the System's lucky draw and found the discounted event lucky draw wheel.

"A ten-pull!!! Give me the grand prize!!!"

The lucky draw wheel started, and he watched with great anticipation.

Suddenly, there was a dragon's roar, and it felt as if the world changed color.

Countless ordinary Mortals in the city were shocked on the spot, all looking toward the palace with fear on their faces, not knowing what had happened.

Could it be that existence? Why must he be provoked into working himself to the bone again?

In Zhao Zheng's astonished gaze, the void before him opened, and a man wearing a crane cloak and a silk headscarf, holding a white feather fan, stepped out leisurely like an Immortal descending to the world...