Spring Festival arrived in the blink of an eye.
Wang Ping received several hundred calling cards, but he met no one. He merely had a few simple chats with his disciples and grand-disciples.
This year's Spring Festival was exceptionally lively on Nanlin Road. Relying on the crisscrossing waterways that ran through Nanlin Road, the rebels plundered everywhere. On the surface, it seemed as though the sky were about to fall, but in truth, it was merely the inevitable chaos brought about when this world's estate economy developed to a certain extent.
Most of the rebels simply went with the flow, venting their dissatisfaction with their own lives. They had never considered the future, because they themselves could not see any future in what they were doing.
On the sixth day of the first lunar month, the prefectural troops of Mozhou Road and Nanlin Road were once again defeated by the rebels near the Five Dao River, where the two regions met. This sent the rebels' momentum soaring even higher. In less than half a month, they swept across the three eastern counties of Mozhou Road.
By then, the rebels claimed to have an army of three hundred thousand. Their slogan was to uphold the Way of Heaven and drive out the tyrant. As for who this tyrant was in their mouths, only Heaven knew.
Other than his daily cultivation lessons, Wang Ping spent these days using the Cave Heaven Mirror to monitor the rebels' every move. Watching this rebel force that appeared unstoppable but in truth lacked even the most basic objective, he gained a new understanding of the uprisings across various regions that had received only a passing mention in the original history.
Many of them had been swept along by the tide of the times. At first, they