3: Chapter 1 Gu Wen_3 3: Chapter 1 Gu Wen_3 This was by no ans a sophisticated tactic; he stood in that position, and thus could overpower himself.
The so-called imperial family was neither holy nor noble.
The so-called imperial temperant was nothing more than thinking of ways to turn people into ghosts.
Having grown up in such an environnt, perhaps Zhao Feng truly felt deeply grateful, but Gu Wen had a soul from another world in his heart, his mind filled with understandings not belonging to feudal rites, and he would never abandon these understandings.
But man must eat, and without patience, could one turn the skies upside down?
After saying so much heartfelt talk, Zhao Feng no longer dawdled and returned to the main topic, “These anomalies are all real, and indeed there are cultivators who seek immortality under heaven.
What you have seen and heard recently might be due to a certain God.”
Gu Wen’s breath caught, and his heartbeat slowed by half a beat.
Because of a family heirloom, he often suspected that transcendent powers existed in this world.
But over the years, he had been unable to verify this, and Zhao Feng, who had acquired his family heirloom, did not seem capable of flying or burrowing into the earth.
But now it was said that immortal cultivators existed and have recently been appearing around him.
Gu Wen asked, “Why had I never heard of this before?”
“Because the ti had not co yet, this world is like an orchard, and people only co to pick when the fruits are ripe,” Zhao Feng’s expression turned serious, he paused halfway through his sentence, then turned to give an order, “Those from beyond our realm are not sothing Daqian can contend with, but Daqian can profit from them.”
“The Prince has made contact with an Immortal, and the immortals initially wanted to et you.”
After digesting the enormous amount of information, Gu Wen asked, “A re mortal like myself, what rits or abilities do I have?”
“There is soone from the Gu family who must have been destined to et with immortals, and that Immortal was supposed to find you, but now you have sold the token to ,” Zhao Feng’s sharp words were piercing to hear, but then he softened sowhat, “And out of the several hundred people in this mansion, only you and your major companion can put this Prince at ease.”
Gu Wen glanced at his master’s calm face, which carried an undeniable aning, and he bowed his head and replied, “Yes.”
As a household servant, one is not master of oneself.
“Go then, go get a thousand taels of Silver from the treasury.”
Zhao Feng casually tossed out enough wealth to feed and drink ten of thousands of disaster victims for half a year, while for this Prince, it was rely a casual reward.
Gu Wen, clutching a pile of treasure paper, left the palace and boarded a carriage that returned him to the outskirts of the night market by Dragon Bridge where the Water House was located.
The cold morning wind was still biting, and the disaster victims gathered in front of the governnt-established porridge stalls, holding bowls of near-transparent water.
One would think it was porridge by looking at the color.
Gu Wen stepped down from the carriage, took a glance, and then scoffed inwardly, “This thankless job, countless people under heaven beg to have.”
If it had been five years earlier, he would have aided the disaster victims, coming from a civilized era.
He may have been an ordinary person, but in Daqian, his level of morality, empathy, and sympathy were above that of this society.
Had he not traveled to this quasi-ancient feudal dynasty to universally save all beings and spread the fire of civilization, to break apart the ‘reproductive isolation’ ford between the high officials and the common populace?
Every person has a stage in their heart, and the stage and reality are separated by different barriers, so just a step away, and others, an abyss.
Before he threw himself to death, Gu Wen had spent five years climbing down from that stage.
Back to aiding the disaster victims.
By being that great benevolent person, does it make the inactive governnt “not benevolent”?
Does it make those lords “not benevolent”?
Does it make Zhao Feng “not benevolent”?
As a rchant servant, what kind of prominence could he achieve?
If I am benevolent, does it make the rest of the world not benevolent?
Gu Wen, escorted by servants and maids, entered the mansion enveloped by candlelight and draped fine gauze.
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