I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives

The bandits’ eyes were about to burst, terrified:

"Invulnerable to swords and spears?!"

"This is not human!"

"Demon Dao!"

The bandits who had been arrogant and domineering just moments ago were now all frightened out of their wits, pale-faced without a shred of resistance left.

The Daoist Soldiers charged through the bandits like a tiger entering a sheepfold, and wherever they passed, the bandits knelt and begged for mercy, cries filled the air:

"Spare us, my lord! We are not true bandits! The gentry forced us to do this! Spare us, please!"

White Gongming’s eyes were cold, he raised his hand and waved:

"Take them all, escort them back to the county city, interrogate them one by one, don’t let a single one go!"

...

Days later, a high platform for the public trial was set up at the gates of Jinshui Mansion county city.

The people, with their elders and children, crowded around, leaving no room to move, a sea of humanity.

The involved gentry and clan leaders were also escorted by Daoist Soldiers to the platform, their previous arrogance utterly vanished, each looking like ashes, trembling with fear.

White Gongming didn’t give them a chance to gather and cause trouble. After suppressing the bandits, he detained these people!

He sat stately atop the high platform, slammed the gavel, and the crowd fell instantly silent.

His gaze was like lightning, sweeping over the bandits and gentry below, he shouted sternly:

"Prisoners, do you realize your crimes?"

Clan Leader Wang continued to struggle in vain:

"My lord, we are wronged! These bandits have nothing to do with us; it’s marauders causing chaos, we too are victims!"

Zhang, the gentry, also knelt repeatedly:

"My lord, please see clearly, we merely preserve our ancestral holdings and have never colluded with bandits, beg the lord for mercy!"

White Gongming sneered, throwing the confession of the bandits fiercely beneath the platform, the papers flying, the evidence irrefutable:

"Irrefutable evidence, yet still dare to argue?"

"The bandits have all confessed, it was you who, in the name of the clan, threatened the villagers, reared bandits to harm the people, and obstructed the new policies, each case beyond words!"

The villagers below instantly erupted, stepping forward to accuse.

An old man named Chen, leaning on a cane with tears streaming down, rushed to the front of the platform:

"My lord, he took away my family’s three mu of thin fields and killed my son! Beg the lord to stand up for the people!"

The injured Li Family lad struggled to rise, pointing at Clan Leader Wang and shouting angrily:

"It was you who sent people to beat me! Just because I wanted to receive the new government land deed!"

The women also cried, recounting their experiences of having their water and food supply cut, being threatened and intimidated, their cries were earth-shaking, heartbreaking to hear.

Listening to this, White Gongming was filled with rage, once again slammed the gavel, declaring aloud, his voice echoing in all directions:

"The major clans of Wang and Li colluded with bandits, oppressed the villagers, obstructed the new policies, the crimes are heinous!"

"The ringleaders are to be immediately executed, involved clan elders and gentry to be judged according to their crimes, all illegal landholding to be confiscated and returned to the government!"

The gentry looked ashen-faced, collapsing to the ground, crying and pleading for mercy.

The executioners stepped forward, escorting the main culprits to the execution ground, the people applauded, cheers rising one after another.

After the public trial, White Gongming ordered that according to the new policies, all confiscated land be distributed to villagers with no land or little land.

Government officials led by servants carried land deeds, measuring land house by house, distributing vouchers.

The villagers who received land deeds were so moved they knelt and cried, bowing repeatedly toward the direction of the court, their expressions of gratitude endless.

"Finally, we have our own land! Never again must we labor for others!"

"Thank you, Lord, thank you, wise and noble master!"

Seeing this scene, White Gongming nodded gently; with the foundation of land distribution, the upcoming propagation of knowledge would be easier.

...

Ning City.

Within the Supreme Daoist Lord Hall, incense smoke intertwined with beams, purple aura wafted and rolled unceasingly.

Chen Sheng sat cross-legged at the pinnacle of the Cloud Bed, a faint golden mystical light slowly circulating around him, neither fast nor slow, yet exuding a pressure that commanded the universe.

His Heart Spirit descended deeply, entering the depths of the Warrior Altar in his sea of consciousness, resplendent beams of golden light soared into the sky, Daoist talismans intertwined and circulated, shining brightly.

The figures of the Warriors dispatching knowledge in various states and mansions, clearly displayed in the altar’s light screen, like scattered stars, every move under control.

These foreign Warriors were all confidants personally promoted by Chen Sheng.

Most were from the lower classes—peddlers, farmers—having read only a few words of wisdom, yet they were utterly loyal to Chen Sheng, without the slightest betrayal.

They executed the foundational national policy of land redistribution and propagation of knowledge thoroughly, leaving no room for compromise.

Chaos frequently erupted everywhere, with the gentry gathering together to cause trouble, attempting to use brute force to obstruct the new policies.

Faced with these obstinate and stubborn enemies of the gentry, the Warriors made no compromises or retreats.

As Chen Sheng’s Realm improved, his connection with the Warriors became increasingly close.

The Warriors, through the altar, could even invoke Spell across the void!

Holding unmatched absolute martial power, dealing with these gentry rabble was a complete dimensional reduction strike.

...

In the territory of Qing Mansion State, the unruly gentry and wealthy combined several major clans, expending vast sums to construct a bluestone fortress.

High walls and thick battlements were impregnable, gathering thousands of private troops, shutting the village gates, refusing orders, even shooting arrows and killing disciples that came to propagate, their arrogance reaching its peak.

The leading Warrior was enraged beyond belief, immediately setting up a Spell altar outside the fortress, burning incense, and bowing.

Only to see him pinching the Spell, looking up and howling, his voice reverberating all around.

Instantly, clouds gathered in a clear sky, fierce winds surged, deep within the clouds, purple electricity churned and rolled, thunder roared through heaven and earth as if heaven’s wrath had descended.

"Supreme decree, Celestial Thunder descends, punishes the stubborn!"

The Warrior shouted decisively, his fingertips sharply pointing at the top layer of the fortress.

In an instant, a purple Celestial Thunder as thick as a bowl violently struck down with an earth-destroying force, smashing hard upon the bluestone fortress.

"Boom——!"

The deafening explosion spread for miles around, the thick walls of bluestone instantly crumbled and collapsed, bricks and stones scattered and flew, flames soared into the sky.