Chaoge.

Deep within the royal palace where commoners were forbidden.

Crash!

The sound of shattered porcelain echoed, followed by the crisp call of a delicate oriole.

"Quick, call the imperial doctor! The king is awake!"

At this moment.

On the bed, a refined and elegant young man opened his weary eyes and took a deep breath.

"Ah, I've overworked myself again."

In fact, he was a traveler from another time.

Several years ago, he had traveled to the Shang Dynasty, becoming the last ruler of the Yin Shang Dynasty—Di Xin, also known as King Zhou.

And he didn't have any system to help him!

What a challenging beginning.

However, King Zhou was not one to wait for his fate to unfold. Since he had traveled through time, why not contribute to humanity?

In the following years.

He had been striving to govern and resist the fate of the downfall of his kingdom.

As a young man from the 21st century, it was quite easy for him to deal with a group of ministers from thousands of years ago.

Now, he had become the wise and benevolent ruler in the hearts of all civil and military officials, commoners, and palace concubines.

At this moment, a woman dressed in yellow stood respectfully by the bed. She held a medicine jar in her hands, and her pretty melon-seed face was tearful.

This stunning woman was his queen.

Queen Jiang, Jiang Wenying.

"How long have I been asleep?"

King Zhou twisted his neck, determined not to stay up late again. Otherwise, he would die before the kingdom perished.

"Your Majesty, you have been unconscious for three days."

The woman quickly put down the medicine, wiped away her tears, and walked behind King Zhou to massage his shoulders.

King Zhou sighed.

In his previous life, as a single man for twenty years, he was most afraid of women crying.

King Zhou reached out to wipe away the woman's tears:

"Queen, you are the mother of the country, don't cry so easily."

Jiang Wenying blushed as King Zhou looked at her. She let King Zhou touch her sensitive cheeks and wipe away her tears. The delicate touch made her body soften, and she whimpered, lying in King Zhou's arms.

She looked at King Zhou's handsome side profile and couldn't help but feel grateful: What kind of good fortune did she have in her previous life to be able to serve such a great ruler?

Jiang Wenying blushed, struggling to get up from King Zhou's embrace, and shyly said:

"Your Majesty, please rest for a few more days."

"Here is the medicine the witch doctor brewed for you. Drink it while it's hot."

"Tonight, I will serve you to sleep."

King Zhou couldn't help but shiver. He was almost sick of the medicine, but he reluctantly waved his hand and said:

"Put the medicine down first. Let the guards send a message to summon Shang Rong to see me."

"He is in charge of the agricultural development plan we are promoting. It should be almost finished."

Hearing this, Jiang Wenying's tears threatened to fall again, but she held them back and turned away.

She knew that in her husband's heart, he cared deeply for the well-being of the country.

Under King Zhou's rule, the kingdom of Shang had become prosperous and peaceful, with all directions paying tribute and all people living happily.

All of these achievements were due to her husband.

Anyone would be proud of such achievements.

However.

Her husband's eyes, over the past half-year, had become like deep, ancient wells, with no end in sight.

It was as if a huge mountain weighed on his heart forever.

Even their attempts to have a child seemed to have been affected.

"Go, the king has ordered, summon Shang Rong, the old prime minister."

Jiang Wenying left the bedroom and immediately regained her usual dignity, instructing a guard to summon Shang Rong.

She then turned and headed straight for the eastern palace kitchen, ordering the cook to prepare a pot of pheasant soup.

She would do her best to nourish King Zhou's body since he worked so hard governing!

Offspring are the foundation of a thriving dynasty!

My husband.

This pheasant soup is a secret recipe from Pengzu.

Jiang Wenying clenched her small fist!

…

After the time it took to burn a stick of incense.

"Thump, thump, thump!"

Outside the Palace of Longevity, footsteps sounded.

"Your Majesty, your old minister, Shang Rong, is here to see you!"

King Zhou had just pinched his nose to finish drinking the medicine when a righteous, aged voice came from outside the door.

This old man was quite fast.

King Zhou wanted to get up and greet him, but he was too weak and could only helplessly shake his head and say:

"Prime Minister, please come in."

As soon as King Zhou's voice fell, an elderly man dressed in official robes with white hair and beard walked in, carrying a stack of documents.

Upon entering, Shang Rong saw King Zhou's pale face, quickly placing the documents on a table and kneeling on the ground, lamenting:

"Your humble servant is incompetent, causing Your Majesty to suffer!"

"Your Majesty, please punish me!"

King Zhou rubbed his forehead, thinking that it was bad enough when women cried, but now this old man was crying as well, wasn't it just an eyesore?

He frowned and said dismissively:

"Get up quickly, you're already so old, your bones are almost drying out."

"Among all the civil and military officials, your burden is the heaviest. If you fall, who can share the responsibility of governing the country with me?"

King Zhou's casual words unexpectedly moved Shang Rong to tears.

Tears streamed down his face, and he wished he could walk through the underworld for King Zhou.

"Your Majesty, in the court, we have scholars like Bi Gan, Weizi Qi, Jizi, Boyi, and Shuqi, as well as military generals like Wentai and General Huang to maintain stability in all directions.

Your humble servant is nothing but a pile of old bones. I dare not take credit."

"Enough, enough, tell me about the progress."

King Zhou hurriedly interrupted.

After regaining his composure, Shang Rong reported:

"Your Majesty, the various agricultural facilities, tools, and guidance techniques you created have all been promoted throughout our vast Shang territory. The pilot areas, such as Jizhou and Xuzhou, have achieved remarkable results. With the waterwheel and irrigation channels, even arid lands no longer lack water; in flood-prone areas, floods can be quickly drained."

"However, there are still a few places where the people are ignorant, and the promotion is still ongoing…"

King Zhou nodded.

Any policy would encounter some obstacles, which was inevitable.

In the pre-Qin era, promoting policies was much easier.

"Prime Minister, you have done well, but you cannot slack off."

"This is just our first five-year plan for agricultural development, and there will be a second, a third…"

"By then, the people of our great Shang will no longer have to beg the gods for a single drop of rain, but will rely on their own hands to irrigate their fields."

King Zhou's words stirred a torrent of emotions in Shang Rong's heart.

Chapter 1: I, King Di Xin, Strive for Prosperity! (Continued)

Shang Rong felt inspired by King Zhou's speech and vowed to continue working diligently to improve the lives of the people in the Shang dynasty. King Zhou, although exhausted and frail, remained determined to guide his kingdom towards prosperity and self-reliance.

Days passed, and King Zhou's health gradually improved. Under his wise leadership and the hard work of his ministers, the Shang dynasty began to thrive. Agriculture was booming, and the people lived in peace and happiness. The kingdom's influence extended far and wide, and neighboring tribes and nations paid tribute to the powerful Shang.

However, even in these prosperous times, King Zhou could not shake the feeling of a looming disaster. He knew that the kingdom's prosperity was fragile and that it would take continuous effort to maintain. King Zhou often spent sleepless nights pondering how to strengthen his dynasty and protect his people from the unknown dangers that lay ahead.

One day, as King Zhou was discussing matters of state with his ministers, a messenger arrived with urgent news. A rebellion had broken out in a remote corner of the kingdom, led by a man claiming to be the rightful ruler of the Shang. The rebels were gaining support and posed a threat to the stability of the kingdom.

King Zhou immediately convened a meeting with his most trusted advisors, including Shang Rong, Bi Gan, Weizi Qi, Jizi, Boyi, and Shuqi. They debated the best course of action to quell the rebellion and restore order to the kingdom. After careful consideration, King Zhou decided to personally lead his troops into battle against the rebels.

Before departing for the battlefield, King Zhou entrusted the affairs of the kingdom to his wife, Queen Jiang Wenying, and his most loyal ministers. He knew that the road ahead would be dangerous and that he might not return, but he was willing to risk everything for the sake of his people.

As King Zhou rode into battle, he was filled with determination and courage. He knew that the fate of the Shang dynasty rested on his shoulders, and he was determined to fight for his people until his last breath.

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In the end, King Zhou emerged victorious, and the rebellion was crushed. His bravery and wisdom in battle only served to strengthen his reputation as a wise and benevolent ruler. The people of the Shang dynasty celebrated their king's return and continued to live in peace and prosperity under his rule.

Through his unwavering dedication to the welfare of his kingdom and his people, King Di Xin proved himself to be a true hero and a wise ruler. His story would be remembered and revered for generations to come.

He secretly wiped away his tears, stood up, bent over, hesitated for a long time, and couldn't help but ask: "Your Majesty, our Great Shang Dynasty is now in a period of unprecedented prosperity." "Various feudal lords and barbarian tribes from all directions can't compare to our Great Shang, just like the countless stars pale in comparison to the bright moon. With a single command from Your Majesty, the entire land of the nine provinces will be part of the Great Shang's territory." "You have introduced the twenty-four solar terms to govern agriculture and sericulture, invented clocks to regulate time and educate people on their daily routines. Furthermore, you have created paper, printing, and even gunpowder to harness the power of heaven and earth!" "You have built the Great Shang Highway, connected thousands of miles of canals, and united the world." "With the prosperity of the animals and the long-lasting peace, your achievements can be compared to those of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors and will be remembered for thousands or even tens of thousands of years. Why are you still so worried and troubled?" "This time, your body has been injured, and you have been bedridden for half a year, which has terrified this old minister." "I really don't understand." By the end of his speech, Shang Shou couldn't help but shed tears.

Zi Shou took a sip of the nourishing soup and was taken aback by Shang Rong's crying. Unexpectedly, This upright and unyielding old minister, who would rather die than submit, was also good at flattery. His flattery was filled with emotions and tears, quite impressive. "Have I already become this successful?" Zi Shou sighed.

In order to prolong the life of the Great Shang Dynasty and his own, he had exhausted all his efforts and resources. Oil, black gunpowder, clocks, highways, post stations – he had managed to bring them all into existence. Recently, he had been vigorously promoting advanced irrigation and flood prevention facilities within the territory of the Great Shang Dynasty. This plan was known as the first Five-Year Agricultural Development Plan of the Great Shang Dynasty, also known as the Nan Ni Wan Plan. Shang Rong was the person in charge of the Nan Ni Wan Plan. For all these years, the man in his seventies had been traveling around tirelessly. It wasn't until recently when the Nan Ni Wan Plan was almost completed that he returned to Chaoge to report on his work. In reality, He didn't want to push himself so hard. Wouldn't indulging in wine and pleasure be enjoyable? He also wanted to watch the enchanting fox dance the Rainbow Feather Dress Dance, and not worry about state affairs, enjoying his time as the emperor! Zi Shou drank the nourishing soup in his hand in one gulp. Unfortunately, This was the world of Investiture of the Gods, not the historical timeline! At first, he thought he was in the Yin Shang era and dreamt of conquering the Aryan territory, marching west to the Nile River, and unifying the world as an emperor. Once the country's power was stable and strong, he could follow the footsteps of the emperors of the Ming Dynasty and take it easy. However, half a year ago, he saw with his own eyes how Master Wen opened his celestial eye, exterminating demons and evildoers, and how Huang Feihu rode the Five-Color Divine Ox, soaring into the sky. At that moment, he collapsed and realized the truth. What use would striving for excellence have in the world of Investiture of the Gods, where immortals and gods hold the power? Even if he ruled the mortal world, he couldn't control his own destiny.

He knew the secrets of Investiture of the Gods, but it was still difficult to escape the calculations of the gods. When the time came, he would be bewitched by the fox demon, betray loyal ministers, kill his wife and children, and eventually end up with a tragic fate of being abandoned by all, burning himself on the Star Picking Tower. ... From that day on, He indulged himself in debauchery for seven days in the harem, but he couldn't bear to see all his efforts go to waste over the years. He got up from the seductive temptations and decided to resist the gods with his mortal body. He racked his brains to create writing materials such as brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, trying to verify if the online story about becoming a saint through merit was feasible. Unfortunately, there was no sign of the Purple Qi coming from the east, nor any sign of merit that extended for dozens of miles. The story of creating paper and igniting fire to make merits and ascend to heaven was false. He told Wen Zhong about his desire to cultivate immortality, hoping that Wen Zhong would invite some experts from the Jie Sect to guide him. But when Master Wen heard this, he immediately drew out his twin whips and said to him: "After the Five Emperors, human kings must not cultivate." "Once they start cultivating, it will bring disaster to the entire dynasty." "This is an iron law laid down by the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors." Zi Shou was unwilling to give up, so he secretly sought advice from many cultivators among the officials in the court. Unfortunately, the answers he got were all the same. Merit could not make one a saint. A king could not cultivate. The hidden secrets of Investiture of the Gods were far more than the legends he knew. After failing in his attempt to cultivate, Zi Shou didn't give up. He began to think deeply about other methods. Finally, one day, he managed to coax a sentence out of Wen Zhong. "As the king, you have the protection of the nation's fortune, and the gods and immortals retreat before you. Why are you so obsessed with cultivating?"

That moment, Zi Shou suddenly remembered that he had a natural BUFF—national fortune! Those with the national fortune were avoided by gods and immortals and couldn't be approached. In the original timeline, Di Xin wrote obscene poems to blaspheme Nuwa. Even Nuwa didn't dare to punish him directly, but let the nine-tailed fox enter Chaoge, using the gentle realm of fox ears to undermine the national fortune of the Shang dynasty. It can be seen that as long as he doesn't have women in his heart, the national fortune is almost an invincible defense. From that day on, Zi Shou doubled his efforts to rejuvenate the country and exhausted his brain to enhance national power! The first five-year agricultural development plan, the first five-year industrial enlightenment plan, the first five-year cultural promotion plan... Implemented one after another across the country! What? Are there nobles resisting? And shamans bewitching people's hearts? With Wen Zhong, his loyal and foolish master, they were all killed! Resisting reform is tantamount to regicide and usurpation! Only when the Shang dynasty is strong and its fortune prosperous can he feel at ease. As long as the fortune of the Shang dynasty exists, cultivators won't dare to make a move against him! Of course! Just enhancing the national fortune is far from enough! He also made many feasible arrangements for Investiture of the Gods, targeting key nodes such as the North Sea Rebellion, Nuwa Palace's Falling Fragrance, and Su Hu's rebellion against Shang.

Zi Shou didn't notice Shang Rong's abnormality and sighed deeply. Nuwa Palace was like a huge stone weighing on his heart. If he went to Nuwa's birthday celebration, he would surely fall into a trap and disrespect Nuwa with an obscene poem. At that time, Nuwa would be implicated, and even the powerful Yin Shang kingdom could not escape its fate of destruction.

If he didn't go, it would be a great disrespect to Nuwa. He was afraid that the nine-tailed fox would still come to Chaoge. Zi Shou was full of fear towards the fox that had broken Emperor Xin's protective luck.

No way!

Zi Shou suddenly stood up, startling Shang Rong who fell on his buttocks. He slammed the table! To control his own destiny, it was not enough to just work hard; he wanted to fight against the gods and immortals. There was only one path: cultivation! To master the power of slaying gods and create weapons for killing gods!

"I must cultivate!" Zi Shou declared. "If Wen Zhong doesn't cooperate, I'll ask someone else. There are many cultivators in the Shang Dynasty."

Zi Shou's eyes were determined, and he clenched his fists. Only by becoming powerful enough to slay gods could he find a glimmer of hope amidst the conspiracy in Nuwa Palace.

"Ding!"

Just as he was pondering, a crisp and pleasant sound rang out. Zi Shou was shocked. The system! After waiting for several years, his cheat code had finally arrived? As a transmigrator, he must have it!

It seemed that only by gaining buffs could the system awaken.

"Come on, tell me what you can do!" Zi Shou continued to wait for the system's prompt, but all that answered him was the silence of the air.

Did the system crash?

Buzz!

As he was lost in thought, a sudden burst of white light appeared, engulfing his soul. He felt the collapse of heaven and earth, the contraction of space-time, and his soul was absorbed by the white light into a mysterious space.

He felt his consciousness being squeezed into this space, leaving him dizzy and disoriented. As his consciousness recovered and his vision gradually cleared, a surprised voice sounded.

"Huh, welcome, new inmate."