Of course, aside from an official post and military merits, Li Qingxun also wanted to take this opportunity to thoroughly probe the Abyss Plane.
After all, whether it was Tang Hao, Tang San, or the problems surrounding Tang Wulin...
In his eyes, none of them came anywhere close to being as troublesome as the Abyss Plane.
Others might not know, but he knew full well that the Mother of the Crimson stood behind the Abyss Plane.
She was a powerhouse at the half-step God King Level.
If his clone returned, Li Qingxun would naturally have nothing to fear.
Unfortunately, the meeting on his clone's side had only just begun. He would not return for at least another ten thousand years.
Even if his clone could pick up the pace and resolve some of the trouble ahead of schedule, it would still take at least eight or nine thousand years.
So while he could obtain help and power from his clone, he could not pin all his hopes for this matter on him.
Ultimately, he would have to resolve this himself, so there would naturally be difficulties-and considerable ones at that.
Still, all of that remained relatively distant. His most pressing task was to manage his own forces well.
With this group of people at his disposal, creating a true golden age did not seem particularly difficult to Li Qingxun.
After all, not one of these people he had created was weak.
With them around, whether it was creating a golden age and pushing this era to even greater heights...
Or helping him take the seat of Federation Speaker, and even bringing the entire Federation into his grasp...
None of it should prove too difficult when the time came.
Those entering the Four Great Organizations did not need to be flawless. With him supporting them from the shadows, there were plenty of ways to push them up the ranks.
The best method was naturally assassination, so what he currently lacked was a team capable of carrying it out.
As long as he cleared out all those at the top and ensured there were no connections whatsoever between the two sides...
It would actually be quite easy for his people to rise to power.
Thinking all this over, Li Qingxun walked into the classroom.
He was the first to arrive. Gu Yue, Xie Xie, and Tang Wulin filed in one after another afterward.
Once everyone had arrived, Wu Changkong began the lesson.
As the days passed, the final exams drew ever closer.
For their third Spirit Ascension Platform session, Li Qingxun chose not to participate.
Although Wu Changkong was somewhat puzzled, he did not object. "The Spirit Ascension Platform offers you a chance to improve, but anyone who doesn't want to go may sit it out."
"Next up is your final assessment next week."
"Next week, you'll be entering the Rampage Spirit Ascension Platform. This assessment is crucial for you."
"As long as you fulfill my requirements, you'll pass."
"Of course, the assessment will primarily focus on how long you survive. After all, the Rampage Spirit Ascension Platform is far more dangerous than the normal Spirit Ascension Platform."
Wu Changkong offered a brief explanation as he spoke.
As they listened, excitement filled their eyes.
After all, the opportunity to enter the Rampage Spirit Ascension Platform was something money alone could not buy. Unless one had exceptionally close ties with the Spirit Pagoda...
Getting in was extremely difficult.
Being able to enter this time would be a tremendous boon for all of them.
Seeing how impatient they were to get started, only Li Qingxun shook his head.
He did not particularly care about any of this-or rather, he did not attach much importance to it.
Naturally, he felt little excitement.
Once class ended, the group would head to the Spirit Pagoda that afternoon, leaving Li Qingxun here alone.
Long Hengxu actually had some objections to Li Qingxun's decision not to go.
After all, following those three people's departure, they only had these few core members left.
And the Spirit Pagoda offered them an excellent place to improve.
In Long Hengxu's view, not going now was truly a waste.
But faced with Li Qingxun's decision, Long Hengxu had no other recourse.
He could only offer a few words of advice before briefly discussing the matter with Wu Changkong.
As the others either went to the Spirit Pagoda or attended their regular classes, Li Qingxun was left lying alone on the grass of the school's Athletic Field.
He stretched his entire body out, spreading his arms and legs like the strokes of the character "大."
His calm gaze rested on the sun hanging high in the sky and the clouds drifting past.
His expression was calm and natural. Even for him, moments when he emptied his mind so completely had become rare.
"I really have been a little too tense lately. Oh well, I'll treat myself to something good for lunch today."
As he spoke, Li Qingxun stretched lightly, and the weariness in his eyes visibly eased.
He walked out through the gate, just as he was about to consider what to eat.
Within his line of sight, an exceptionally refined young man stood quietly, smiling at Li Qingxun.
Li Qingxun felt somewhat helpless about Sunday coming to find him in person.
He had originally planned to head downtown, but now that Sunday was here, the two of them naturally could not go.
"Come on. I'll take you to a good Beef Clay Pot Shop. The food there tastes wonderful."
"Honestly, even when eating downtown, I've never had anything that tasted that good."
Li Qingxun smiled at Sunday as he spoke, then led him away.
The two headed straight toward the snack street where the Beef Clay Pot Shop was located.
It was not a holiday, so although there were customers inside, there were not many. Business was somewhat slow.
Uncle Li, who stood at the entrance in a comical mascot costume, brightened the moment he saw them approach.
He hurried forward and led them inside, his expression carrying a rare hint of seriousness.
Once they were seated, Li Qingxun ordered four clay pots of beef.
Sunday naturally had no objections.
He gently placed his neatly folded blue everyday clothes over the back of his chair. He was wearing an impeccably tailored suit.
He wore no glasses, but his gentle eyes were filled with composure.
After they sat down and Uncle Li went into the back to work, Sunday leaned forward slightly and first bowed to Li Qingxun.
Only then did he slowly begin recounting recent events in the Holy Spirit Cult.
"The situation within the cult has now completely stabilized. The vast majority of the new members come from the Seven-Day Sabbath Church, where they worship me."
"Their faith in the Holy Spirit Cult isn't particularly strong."
When he mentioned people placing their faith in his church, Sunday actually seemed somewhat puzzled.
He did not understand why these people would abandon the Holy Spirit Cult without a moment's hesitation and choose to join his Seven-Day Sabbath Church.
He was rather bewildered by it. Although he knew he was highly persuasive-or rather, highly skilled with words...
He had never expected to win everyone over so easily.
Seeing Sunday's bewildered expression, the corner of Li Qingxun's mouth twitched.
After all, he had witnessed Sunday's brainwashing abilities firsthand and knew exactly how powerful they were.
His ability to brainwash people was the strongest Li Qingxun had ever seen.
Calling him a consummate master of brainwashing would be no exaggeration.
And the Seven-Day Sabbath meant seven days of rest, with every day a Sunday.
For the workers here-or rather, those workers who were exploited to the absolute limit-putting such an idea out into the world...
Was likewise a little too far ahead of its time.
Thinking this over, Li Qingxun shook his head.
But just as he was lost in thought, someone violently kicked the door open, and several figures strode in from behind it.
Li Qingxun's eyes flickered as he watched the bald man at their head.
He had imagined that he would encounter this man one day, but he had not expected such a coincidence.
They had run into each other just as he came here for a meal.
"Ah, I really do like this Beef Clay Pot Shop. It would be a real shame if I couldn't eat here anymore."
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