Chapter 297 Interstellar Immigration, the th year of Jiajing, the kings plead guilty!
Early June, the 149th year of the Jiajing reign.
One after another, huge transport shuttles took off into the air and then slowly sailed into space.
In the Overseas Provincial Administration, almost all the spiritual stone practitioners resolutely stepped onto the teleportation array.
Since the current stars such as Taibai and Zhenxing cannot support living things, all the spiritual energy factories have been moved to the ancient star Yinghuo. As for the moon, only people in the late stage of Qi training are allowed to log in, and it is only used for mineral mining.
After discussion among the three latent dragons, Prince Gong, Prince An and Prince Ning, it was decided to transform the ancient planet Yinghuo into a complete spiritual energy factory world, dedicated to supplying spiritual energy industrial products to the Ming Dynasty.
As the machine tools in the spiritual energy factory in the Overseas Provincial Administration Office and many infrastructure were moved to the ancient star of Mars, the originally quiet "Red World" suddenly became lively.
With the help of the "Tiangong Puppet" developed by Xianming Heavy Industry Institute, spiritual energy factories were soon rebuilt.
The spiritual stone energy in the Ming Dynasty was also transferred from the overseas provincial government to the ancient star of Mars. Shuttles would continuously transport spiritual stone energy and other materials every day.
As for those spirit stone practitioners, they were also arranged in an orderly manner.
After all, although the spiritual energy factory has now been transformed into a fully automated one, with production entirely done by machine tools, it still needs people to open up such a vast new world.
Some spiritual fields, grain plantations, houses, etc. all require living people to slowly plant and build them.
In the one hundred and forty-ninth year of the Jiajing reign, mid-July, night.
The sky was filled with red and yellow sand, and in the night, huge beams of light penetrated the sand and dust.
There are steel frames standing everywhere.
From time to time, some huge heavy machinery would hit the ground, making a loud "rumbling" sound.
Lines of monks were flying on swords, or driving low-flying shuttles specially used for construction work.
At this time, a cold mechanical sound was heard in the wilderness.
"Attention all monks! Attention all monks! Attention all monks!"
Hearing the sound, all the busy monks were startled. They subconsciously stopped what they were doing and looked towards the source of the sound, waiting for possible further notification.
"Buzz buzz buzz." As the air vibrated, a huge golden flying ball was seen floating above the sky, and the sound just now was made by it.
"All monks, according to the last digit of their ages, divide them into odd and even numbers, register their identity information, and receive their own ancient star identity cards. Monks whose ages end in odd numbers, use the photo stone to enter the spiritual network, search for 'Ministry of Households', enter the column, and then find the 'Interstellar Immigration A-Entrance Registration' to handle the process."
"For monks whose age ends in an even number, follow the same procedure as above and select 'Interstellar Immigration B Registration' to process the procedure."
"From now on, you are the natives of the ancient planet Yinghuo. Your identity is no different from that of the people of the Ming Dynasty."
"Even if you leave your hometown and become residents of Nova, you are still citizens of Ming Dynasty and are proud of Ming Dynasty..."
Above the sky, the golden flying ball was constantly vibrating, and at the same time, the sound of cold machinery was constantly broadcasting.
"The court will distribute land, housing, monthly wages, and the necessary training resources to you. Your existence is proof of the Ming Dynasty's first step in conquering the universe."
"Ming is proud of you, you are pioneers..."
The cold mechanical sound of the golden flying ball resounded throughout the ancient star of Mars. However, at this moment, all the spiritual stone practitioners who came from the Overseas Administration Office of the Ming Dynasty were silent.
It was not until this moment that they clearly felt that things had indeed changed and were different. From now on, they and their hometown would truly be two different worlds.
At the same time, this also means that they can never go back.
Perhaps their relatives in the Ming Dynasty will still remember them, knowing that they used their own future to secure a future for their relatives. But how long will this memory last?
Perhaps one day in the future, they will die because their lifespans are exhausted due to the shackles of their cultivation, or because the spiritual stones harm their bodies.
With a steady supply of spirit stones, their cultivation will increase day by day, and their lifespan will continue to increase.
And before the day of their death comes, during this period of time, they will remarry and have children, establish a family of immortal cultivators and build a new homeland on this desolate ancient star Yinghuo.
Of course, they also have another beautiful expectation in their hearts, which is the promise given to them by the court.
They established a family on the ancient star Mars, and their descendants could freely choose to use spirit stones for cultivation or other spiritual resources.
Above the sky, golden balls were flying and broadcasting, huge lights were flashing, and dust was rolling.
One by one, the spiritual stone practitioners silently picked up the photo stones in their hands and began to log into the household column on the spiritual network to register their information.
"On the ancient star of Mars, you can choose a new surname, a new name, etc..." The voice of the golden flying ball continued to sound, explaining to everyone the things to pay attention to when registering your ID card.
These seemingly considerate and warm-hearted court policies, however, sound unspeakably tragic to the ears of the public.
"Hey, guys!" Suddenly at this moment, a blond, blue-eyed, bearded man raised his arms and said, "Come on, don't look sad. We need to act like men!"
"We are the first group of interstellar immigrants. We are the pioneers of the court. Our descendants will also be proud of this!"
"Don't forget why we came to the ancient planet of Yinghuo. We are fighting for our families in our hometown!"
"Besides, didn't the imperial court say that as long as our children don't have a record of committing a major crime, they can freely choose the environment in which they will live in the future?"
"In other words, they can also return to their hometown!"
"We are all immortals. Our life span is endless. We must look forward and live a better life for those who remain in the 'old land' to see..."
"Perhaps one day in the future, our descendants will ride on more advanced flying shuttles and step onto the same old land as the indigenous people. Hahahaha, by then, we will be city dwellers."
"And what are they?" said the bearded man, and he jumped suddenly. A flying carpet appeared under his feet, carrying him to stand above everyone's heads. At the same time, a bottle of wine appeared in his hand.
The bearded man gulped down a big gulp of the drink, then bent over, leaned forward, and laughed at everyone:
"They are country people, hahahaha..."
The bearded man looked excited and spoke in sonorous and passionate voices. His optimistic speech instantly dispelled the heavy mood in everyone's hearts about leaving their hometown and staying abroad forever.
"Bah! That's right, I stepped onto the teleportation array for a bright future, not to be sad here!" Someone reacted, cursed, and started venting loudly.
"Neville Paul, I recognize you," said a sturdy, blond-haired, blue-eyed female nun, pointing at the bearded man on the flying carpet, "If you have good wine, you should share it!"
"That's right, let's drink to our heart's content tonight!" Someone took the lead, and soon others followed suit.
Afterwards, as more and more people responded, the atmosphere became completely heated at this moment.
"Hahaha, it's Danica. You are such a disrespectful little girl. According to seniority, I am your uncle," the bearded man recognized the sturdy woman and laughed.
"Okay, today I'll treat you all to a taste of the fine wine of my Paul family. Wine Fairy Talisman, get up!"
As he spoke, the bearded man raised his hand and cast a talisman. The next moment, rain and fog appeared in the sky, and at the same time, a strong smell of alcohol filled the air. Suddenly, everyone below became excited.
"The Wine Fairy Talisman is from the Paul family. Emperor Wanshou, as everyone knows, the Paul family is the largest family of spiritual wine on the island of Italy. The Wine Fairy Talisman is a genius of the Paul family, modified from the 'Cloud and Rain Talisman'!" "Once it is used, it doesn't rain, but wine. The talisman masters of the Imperial Academy praise its mystery. It is a talisman that is close to supernatural power. I am lucky to see it today!"
"Boom!" Following a muffled thunder, the clouds above the sky began to roll, and the next moment, bean-sized drops of wine fell from the sky, and then the wine became denser and denser.
After a while, a heavy rain of wine began to fall from the sky.
It was also at this moment that everyone opened their mouths wide and cheered loudly in the rain of wine. Many monks who were proficient in music even took out their magical instruments and began to play intense music.
There were cheers, shouts of venting, and some people even took the opportunity to vent their dissatisfaction and swear at the court and officials.
The wine fell onto the dusty ground, and the red earth quickly turned into sticky mud.
But no one cared. The people who were working went on strike completely at this moment and began to cheer wildly.
The sound waves exploded, completely drowning out the golden flying ball in the sky, the sound that repeated over and over again, tirelessly.
"Attention all monks, register your identity information according to the last digit of your age, dividing it into odd and even numbers... Boom!"
In the end, the golden flying ball was slapped away by a magical weapon that looked like a brick before he could even finish his words. Such a scene naturally caused a lot of people to cheer.
On a high ground not far away, in the shuttle cabin, Prince Ning was lying on a soft and comfortable recliner, enjoying being fed by his maid.
"Your Highness, do you want to stop them..." At this time, a young Jinyiwei standing beside him spoke, but he was interrupted by Prince Ning before he could finish his words.
"You," King Ning spat out the grape skin in his mouth to the maid who caught it with both hands, and shook his head, saying, "You are too unworldly. Your family has made great contributions for generations, and the immortal clan is rich."
“Of course I don’t understand the sadness and helplessness of these low-level monks.”
"In fact, there are quite a few clear-headed people here who understand that the Spirit Stone trade has been a scam from the very beginning."
"They know in their hearts that they are not so much interstellar immigrants as interstellar exiles. Now they are just trying to find joy in misery and seek comfort."
"At this time, we can just let them do whatever they want... Heh, this can be considered as a grace that I give them."
"Yes, I understand." The young Jinyiwei bowed and clasped his fists.
"Actually, Your Highness has another idea..." At this time, Zhao Dingzhu, who had already come to the ancient star of Yinghuo from the Ming Dynasty, spoke.
"Oh?" King Ning glanced at Zhao Dingzhu and opened his mouth. Immediately, a virgin maid with a pure body and carefully trained since childhood offered him a sip and gently spit out the spirit wine.
"Changxuan, why don't you tell me something?" After swallowing the wine, Prince Ning patted the maid's perky figure behind her and said with a smile.
Looking at his prince's playboy behavior, Zhao Dingzhu didn't care much.
His Royal Highness Prince Ning is a playboy by nature and has a chaotic private life. This is something known to everyone in the court and the country. Although there is suspicion that he is deliberately concealing his shortcomings and defaming himself, his lifestyle is real.
His Royal Highness Prince Ning even called this method of the maid feeding wine with her mouth the "Beauty Cup".
Well, at least in Zhao Dingzhu's opinion, this is much better than the "beauty paper" and "beauty bowl" that the treacherous Yan Shifan had before.
That is to say, now that they are cultivating immortals, the eating, drinking, defecating and urinating of mortals can be resolved by spiritual energy. In addition, the Yan family has become more low-key, and the previous party conquests have abolished these things. Otherwise, the Yan family is estimated to still retain this disgusting style.
The "Beauty Cup" invented by His Royal Highness Prince Ning was made with carefully selected maids who were all cultivators of immortality. It secretly became a trend among the children of high-ranking officials and dignitaries.
Besides, in Zhao Dingzhu's opinion, his own prince had been nervous for ten years. This time, the Nine Dragons' Battle for the Crown Prince and the Hidden Dragon's Battle were a great success. There was nothing wrong with relaxing.
"The longer these people are suppressed now, the sooner they will think they will die of old age on this ancient planet, Your Highness will give them another way to live."
"For example, if they conquer foreign civilizations and become meritorious people of the Ming Dynasty, they can rely on their achievements to obtain everything they want in life, including the right to reside in the Ming Dynasty world."
"Or maybe you can use your achievements to seek benefits for your family's descendants, or even become an official, or even enter politics..."
"In this way, they will surely be loyal to His Royal Highness Prince Ning, and even their descendants will do the same."
At this point, Zhao Dingzhu stroked his beard and exclaimed: "It can be said that your Highness's move is really brilliant!"
"Heh," upon hearing this, King Ning chuckled and said, "Chang Xuan, you have guessed my thoughts thoroughly. Are you the worm in my stomach?"
"I dare not," Zhao Dingzhu bowed and clasped his fists, saying, "I am just thinking about what Your Highness is thinking about."
"Besides, if Your Highness had not allowed me to guess your thoughts, I would never have been able to guess, nor would I have dared to guess!"
Hearing this, King Ning smiled without comment, then leaned back comfortably on the soft chair and closed his eyes. Seeing this, Zhao Dingzhu chuckled, bowed, and turned to leave the shuttle cabin.
The more qualified Prince Ning was to be an emperor, the happier he was.
Zhao Dingzhu was very satisfied with this moment of suspicion and warning.
Their Zhao family has already placed their bets on Prince Ning, so in the future they will all prosper and suffer together, so he naturally hopes for the best for Prince Ning.
Just like that, another half a year passed in the blink of an eye.
Time finally passed and it was the 150th year of Jiajing.
During these six months, a lot of things happened on the ancient planet Mars.
Everything happened just as Prince Ning and Zhao Dingzhu had expected. After some investigation and screening, they selected a foreign invasion team of nearly 3,000 people. These people were recruited by Prince Ning as his private soldiers.
And when they learned that they would represent King Ning to conquer foreign lands, these Lingshi practitioners who originally had no expectations for their future life suddenly became full of hope for the future.
Afterwards, everyone voluntarily signed a blood pact, swearing that their family members and descendants would be loyal to the Ning Palace for generations.
Of course, Prince Ning wants to recruit more than just these few people.
It’s just that time does not permit it. Half a year is only enough for him to select these three thousand elite soldiers.
Half a year later, according to the agreement, all forces will also get involved. The most important thing is that my father and others will come out of seclusion after half a year.
On this day, there was heavy snow in the capital.
Outside the Yuxi Palace, all the kings, including the victorious Prince Gong, Prince An, and Prince Ning, as well as Zhu Changluo, Zhu Youxiao, Zhu Youjian, Yan Shaoting, and the vice ministers of the six ministries, all knelt at the door, waiting for Jiajing and others who were about to come out.
Why did they kneel? The reason was simple: although the ten-year dispute had been settled and the court had suffered no losses, they still had to give an account.
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(End of this chapter)
