Gu Hui was now rich enough to rival a nation.
He had converted his assets into hundreds of chests of gold, silver, and jewels that would never depreciate.
Using his Primordial Technique cultivation, he carved out a space inside a mountain in an isolated range of Ju Prefecture, building several secret chambers and storing the jewels within.
He handed the inexhaustible wealth he had earned over several lifetimes to Gu Wei, leaving him fully in charge of it. As for how he ran it, Gu Hui did not interfere—whether it turned a profit or collapsed was none of his concern.
Still, he did not know whether it would collapse, but it was certain to shrink drastically.
Twenty years had passed, and the world was even more chaotic now. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the people could barely survive. That was why he had hidden away his wealth.
He had no intention of letting others profit from it or making a wedding dress for someone else.
Uprisings erupted throughout the land, the most notable being the Liangshan Rebellion led by Song Jiang and the rebellion led by Fang La.
Unfortunately, both were suppressed within a few years.
In the north, Dajin rose at an unstoppable pace, surpassing Western Xia and Liao to become the most powerful nation. It eyed Great Song territory like a tiger eyeing its prey.
As for why Gu Hui watched the world descend into such a state? In a word, it was bringing about its own destruction.
He had visited the imperial palace once. The emperor was truly absurd. A nation did not decline without reason—treacherous officials held power, and the emperor was incompetent. How could it not fall?
All that could be said was that heaven, before destroying someone, first drove them