Lady Zhao's Fate

After saying this, his body flashed, and he vanished. Once Hong Yi had left, Yang Gan pondered for a moment, then gave a cold laugh. "Someone, attend me!"

"However," Hong Yi abruptly shifted the subject, "Jade Emperor Rice spread across the world truly is a supreme spiritual medicine for building strength. It is a hundred times more nourishing than ginseng, deer antler, lingzhi, or bird's nest, and its nature is mild. I had Future Lord Xi calculate for a long time before reaching this conclusion: if Jade Emperor Rice is cultivated for three years, any person in the Great Thousand World will possess the strength, agility, intelligence, and fighting skill of a Xiantian master. If they then practice martial arts, they can steadily become a grandmaster in five years... Most notably, within three years, the population could swell by more than two or three times! Fortunately, the Great Thousand World is vast beyond measure—billions upon billions of miles cannot describe it—and can accommodate such a population. At the very least, it can hold several hundred billion people. But with territory growing ever larger, the population ever greater and stronger, it is true that governance will become difficult."

"Alas, Brother Xuanji is a grand master of the School of Principle and a leader of the literary world. Now that his wife has fallen into misfortune, it is only our duty to go and take a look," said another man dressed in a scholar's robe.

"This time, the Hong Family and Zhao Family have truly collapsed completely. Great clans that stood for centuries... 'We watched him raise his tower, watched him feast his guests, then watched his tower fall.' Where else could those words have come from?"

Inside the I Ching Pavilion, Hong Yi paid no attention to Yang Gan's imperial decree.