"An airplane?"
Zhu Yuanzhang's face showed excitement. "Sir, are we going to take an airplane for this trip?"
He had heard about airplanes from Qin Ning and the others before, but he had never actually experienced one.
For this trip, he absolutely had to experience it properly.
"Old Zhu, it's just a plane ride. Look at how excited you are. Anyone who didn't know better would think you're some country bumpkin," Li Shimin said.
Zhu Yuanzhang replied, "So what if I'm a country bumpkin? I used to be a beggar."
In fact, Old Zhu didn't feel the slightest bit of shame about his past as a beggar.
On the contrary, he was proud of it.
To go from a beggar to an emperor—who else in history could claim to have done that?
Soon.
After everyone had gathered, a bus slowly pulled up outside the villa.
The group boarded in an orderly fashion and headed to the airport.
Along the way, looking at the towering skyscrapers everywhere, the various vehicles bustling on the streets, and the prosperous scenes, Zhu Yuanzhang, Lady Chang, Princess Yuzhang, and the others who hadn't truly experienced the modern world had faces filled with absolute astonishment.
They had imagined that the future world would be very prosperous, but they never expected it to be prosperous to this extent.
"Father, I want Yuzhang to stay here permanently so she can learn more of the knowledge from this era, mainly medical knowledge regarding gynecology. Although our Great Tang currently has quite a few doctors who traveled back from the future, the learning conditions in the Tang Dynasty are still not as good as here. If we could let Yuzhang study in the modern world, it would be for the best."
Li Lizhi spoke up in the vehicle.
Hearing this, Li Shimin nodded. "That's actually a good suggestion. I naturally won't oppose it, but you have to ask Yuzhang if she is willing."
"Father, your daughter is naturally willing," Princess Yuzhang said.
Li Lizhi had already discussed this matter with her last night.
"As long as you are willing. Girl, remember to study hard, but don't overwork yourself, understood?" Empress Zhangsun said with concern.
Princess Yuzhang nodded earnestly. "I understand, Mother."
Soon, the bus arrived at the airport, where a private jet was already waiting for them.
Led by Qin Ning, Qin Fei, and the others, Li Shimin, Zhu Yuanzhang, and the rest smoothly boarded the plane.
Little Sizi seemed especially excited because she had flown once before and really loved the feeling of flying in the sky.
Because it was a private jet, it was different from typical commercial airliners; the layout inside the cabin was just like a living room at home.
Everyone sat together, their faces filled with excitement.
Especially the young children like Chengyang, Ying Yinman, Sizi, Xu Miaojin, Zhu Xiongying, Zhu Bo, and Zhu Gaochi, who all crowded by the windows, wanting to see the view outside.
"Sizi, come over and sit down first. The plane will be bumpy during takeoff, so you need to fasten your seatbelts," Qin Fei, Jiang Yanran, and the others said as they led the kids back to their seats.
"When we boarded just now, from the outside, this plane looked like an iron bird. Why can iron fly in the sky?" Empress Ma couldn't help but ask.
After all, from the perspective of these ancients, such a thing was indeed unbelievable.
Jiang Yanran spoke up, "This would take a professional to properly explain. I only understand a little bit. It involves many factors, but the core is that lift overcomes gravity. This is the principle of aerodynamics, blah blah blah..."
She tried her best to explain it to everyone using her limited knowledge.
"I see," Zhu Yuanzhang nodded.
Li Shimin was surprised. "You understood that?"
"No," Zhu Yuanzhang said.
"Then what are you saying 'I see' for?" Li Shimin was speechless.
Soon, the plane took off. After the climb phase ended, it entered cruise mode.
Little Sizi and the others gathered around the windows with excited faces, looking at the clouds outside in amazement.
"Wow, that cloud is so big. It looks soft, like cotton candy," Chengyang pointed outside.
Sizi said, "I want to sleep on it. Big sister, can we open the window?"
"No," Li Lizhi immediately shook her head.
Hearing this, Qin Ning walked over. "Sizi, do you want to go out and play? Big brother can take you outside."
Beside him, Li Lizhi was a bit worried. "Young master, is that really okay? Will there be any problems?"
"It's fine. If the rest of you want to, you can all come out and take a look."
Qin Ning smiled and waved his hand. "Who wants to go out? Sign up now."
As soon as he said this, everyone stood up, including Zhu Yuanzhang and Li Shimin.
Seeing this, Qin Ning didn't waste any words and simply waved his hand.
A burst of light instantly enveloped everyone, and a feeling of weightlessness washed over their bodies.
When their vision recovered, they found themselves outside the plane, standing above the clouds.
"S-Sir, that's enough. Why don't we go back?" Zhu Yuanzhang's legs were trembling, and he was almost scared to the point of peeing himself.
He realized he seemed to have a fear of heights, and Empress Ma, Empress Zhangsun, and the others felt the same.
On the contrary, Sizi, Ying Yinman, and the other young children were full of excitement.
Qin Ning didn't say a word. He waved his hand again, bringing everyone back inside the plane.
The first stop of this trip was Shu Province.
After the plane landed smoothly, the group walked out of the airport. Because there were so many of them, and because little ones like Sizi and Ying Yinman were so incredibly cute, they immediately attracted a lot of attention.
The attire of their group was quite strange. Qin Fei, Li Lizhi, and some others were wearing modern clothes, while Yuzhang and Empress Zhangsun were wearing the most popular clothing from the Tang Dynasty: a short jacket on top, a long skirt on the bottom, paired with a pibo, which is a long silk scarf, featuring an open and gorgeous style.
Empress Ma and Xu Miaoyun were wearing Ming-style Hanfu.
Ming Dynasty clothing was very different from Tang Dynasty clothing. The Tang style was open, diverse, and elegant, emphasizing curves and confidence, with bright colors and rich accessories.
The Ming style was more dignified, rigorous, and strictly hierarchical, restoring Han traditions and emphasizing inheriting from Zhou and Han above, and drawing from Tang and Song below. It focused on ethical norms, with women's clothing mainly consisting of aoqun, bijia, and xiapei, appearing more conservative overall.
Tang, Ming, and modern—one group with three different styles. It was absolutely impossible for them not to attract attention.
Fortunately, there were people arranged to pick them up, waiting early at the exit and clearing the area, allowing Qin Ning and the others to pass through smoothly.
Among those picking them up was the provincial top leader, Ding Guoguang. He had received a call this morning and knew Qin Ning was coming.
He just hadn't expected that besides Qin Ning, there would be so many other people, including quite a few adults and children. Moreover, their strange clothing left Ding Guoguang with a look of confusion.
Evidently, aside from the people at the base in the outskirts of the capital, no one else currently knew anything about the Great Tang, Great Ming, and Great Qin.
"Young Master Qin."
Though harboring doubts in his heart, Ding Guoguang did not dare to ask any questions. The moment he saw Qin Ning, he immediately hurried forward and offered a respectful greeting.

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.