Time flew by.
Spirit City.
Over the course of several days, Su Chen traveled all over Spirit City with Qian Daoliu and several other worship elders.
He taught everyone boxing drills at the military camps, taught them how to make gunpowder at the arms factories, taught cultivation at the academies, taught knowledge at the schools... and delivered speech after speech throughout the streets and alleys.
He spread all the knowledge, philosophy, ideas, and other things he had heard of to every corner of Spirit City.
Everyone praised him as a good emperor.
Close to the people.
Concerned for all under heaven.
His stories began spreading widely across the continent. They were so admirable that people outside Spirit City could hardly believe the emperor of the Spirit Hall Empire could be so good.
What a bitterly ironic fact!
In truth, Su Chen was not all that great. To put it bluntly, he wandered around everywhere like an idle street loafer, chatting and bragging to anyone he met. As for actual administration, he had not done the slightest bit of practical work.
Yet even so, everyone felt he was unbelievably good.
It could only be said that, in the minds of the people of the continent, what emperor would spend every day walking among the common folk? What emperor would be so free of airs?
Forget emperors.
Even a high-ranking soul master could not be as easygoing and approachable as Su Chen!
That day, in a city next to Spirit City.
Su Chen's speaking tour had arrived there. As he discussed ideals and aspirations with the masses, someone suddenly shouted:
"Your Majesty!"
"I think that Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang of the Heaven Dou Empire is utterly shameless! Not only did he plagiarize your cultivation technique, he even twisted the truth and claimed that