[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-simultaneously-transmigrated-i-forge-the-dao-acr":3,"chapter-simultaneously-transmigrated-i-forge-the-dao-acr-simultaneously-transmigrated-i-forge-the-dao-acr-chapter-671":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Simultaneously Transmigrated: I Forge the Dao Across Multiverses",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2346109,4584,"Chapter 671: The Great Deed of Slaying Gods","simultaneously-transmigrated-i-forge-the-dao-acr-chapter-671",671,"\u003Cp>Under normal circumstances, when fortune favors, heaven and earth all lend strength; when fortune fades, even heroes lose freedom—that is the norm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But under Luo Fu’s unique nature, his fortune rises like an endless upward curve, with no termination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, in this world, there will be no end to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, perhaps one day, when Luo Fu fully localizes his power, achieves the world’s elevation through his own means, and exhausts all shared Dao and principles, this ascent will cease—but by then, calling Luo Fu the master of the world would be no exaggeration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for fortune, to him it is merely a tool to be wielded; Luo Fu has effectively reached another narrative layer, no longer subject to the world’s own heavenly laws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet at this stage, Luo Fu has not truly reached that point, yet the world itself, like water flowing downhill, naturally draws fortune, cause and effect, and destiny toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather, this is not an accumulation, but an exchange—after all, Luo Fu has shared so many Dao and methods from countless worlds; if heavenly laws could be quantified, the principles Luo Fu possesses surpass those of the world itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vast Dao and methods, while influencing or even corrupting the world, simultaneously generate exchange—returning and causing all things in this world to evolve toward his idealized outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Luo Fu desires the Twelve Beauties of Jinling, then fortune and fate, like a complex chaotic effect, will, through a series of factors, ultimately realize his desire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jinling Royal Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously eliminating the Fuming Spirit King was, for Luo Fu, merely a minor incident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the next day, Lin Daiyu was still deeply shaken, for it was due to Luo Fu’s oversight that Fuming Spirit King had breached the inner chambers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miao Yu, upon learning that Fuming Spirit King of Jinling—a colossal figure even in the Underworld—had appeared in the Jinling Royal Palace and that Luo Fu had silently accomplished the feat of slaying a god, became even more infatuated with Luo Fu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This novice nun with unshaven hair grew ever more obsessed with Luo Fu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, in Miao Yu’s eyes, this was not seduction for favor, but a path to true enlightenment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Miao Yu’s view, Luo Fu was none other than the supreme Dao itself, the Buddha, the manifested form of the Supreme Heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Luo Fu enjoyed the soft embrace of pleasure, he was not truly blinded by lust—he knew well that he was not yet at the point of laying down his arms; after all, Beiqing still offered some resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regarding Beiqing, even if Luo Fu did not care, he did not wish to increase the difficulty of his upcoming northern campaign to unify the realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing oneself and the enemy—this was precisely what Luo Fu had begun arranging after seizing Jinling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Fu’s ancestral home was Beizhili; those gentry who had long been accustomed to hedging their bets during chaotic times now began to court him after learning of his achievements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Information and intelligence from Beiqing were as open to Luo Fu as if unguarded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the capital, the Emperor had just issued two imperial edicts, and the news spread to the Jinling Royal Palace at an astonishing speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your Majesty, a maid from Hengwu Palace requests an audience.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a side hall dedicated to a large character “Buddha,” its layout resembling a temple more than a palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Fu, who had been sitting opposite Miao Yu, passionately debating Dao, suddenly received the maid’s message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hengwu Palace, of course, was the palace assigned to Xue Baochai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, had Luo Fu not appeared, Xue Baochai, upon arriving in the capital, would have resided in Hengwu Courtyard within the Grand View Garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regarding the Twelve Beauties of Jinling whom he had taken as his concubines, Luo Fu’s feelings were, at best, the possessive urge and collecting obsession from his past-life memories—love, emotion, none existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether Lin Daiyu, Xue Baochai, or Miao Yu, to Luo Fu they were merely collectibles worthy of preservation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Put bluntly, Luo Fu merely desired their bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after taking Xue Baochai’s body, due to the arrival of Miao Yu and Xing Xiuyan, coupled with his marriage to Lin Daiyu, he had done nothing more than rename her palace to Hengwu Palace—and never set foot in it again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Usually, he either played “one dragon, two phoenixes” with Miao Yu and Xing Xiuyan, or slept in Lin Daiyu’s quarters as the principal consort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Baochai was, effectively, forgotten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, hearing the Hengwu Palace maid’s request for audience, Miao Yu revealed a barely perceptible sigh of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Miao Yu often accompanied Luo Fu with Xing Xiuyan, his physical prowess was astonishing—Miao Yu and Xing Xiuyan simply could not endure it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only because Luo Fu soon married Lin Daiyu, adding a principal consort, did Miao Yu and Xing Xiuyan manage to survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, hearing the Hengwu Palace maid’s request, Miao Yu breathed a sigh of relief and said: “Your Majesty, Itachi should not neglect Hengwu Palace—Itachi must distribute your favors evenly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Fu gestured to Miao Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miao Yu’s face flushed instantly; she gently adjusted the hem of her robe and approached Luo Fu, leaning into his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer silk monk’s robe she wore now, even calling it a monk’s robe seemed misleading—it was far more alluring; even Wu Zetian’s monk’s robe would seem modest beside Miao Yu’s attire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was, of course, Luo Fu’s own arrangement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a man who had inverted Marxism and become a staunch feudal warrior, had he not earned the right to enjoy himself after all his hard-won conquests?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rules were meant only to bind the lower classes—they held no meaning before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had ordered Miao Yu to wear this seductive monk’s robe; she had no capacity to resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gently embracing Miao Yu’s supple figure, playing with her dazzlingly pale skin, Luo Fu teased: “What? Itachi don’t want to progress anymore?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Progress,” of course, did not mean promotion or wealth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having entered the palace and glimpsed Luo Fu’s true nature, Miao Yu sought nothing but enlightenment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And precisely that was what Luo Fu could provide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this novice nun with unshaven hair always managed to rationalize it all—though she clearly served with her body, she convinced herself it was “empty bliss, using desire to subdue desire.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miao Yu’s complete surrender of body and soul had, countless times, made Xing Xiuyan cry out in horror at the moral decay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your servant… Your servant has gained profound insight under Your Majesty’s guidance and now must consolidate her foundation.” Miao Yu’s voice, under Luo Fu’s expert touch, grew fragmented, increasingly alluring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Fu ultimately did not continue his lewdness by daylight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After releasing Miao Yu, whose body had gone limp as if boneless, he casually instructed the maids to care for this hypocritical little nun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then summoned the Hengwu Palace maid and headed straight for Hengwu Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister, will His Majesty come today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Baoqin asked Xue Baochai, her brow heavy with worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, Xue Baochai would have been utterly confident—after all, without Luo Fu’s appearance, Xue Baochai in Jinling, though her family’s fortunes declined, still held strong self-belief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The verse “With favorable winds, I shall rise to the clouds” alone revealed that in Xue Baochai’s heart, she merely lacked the opportunity to ascend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Luo Fu was the wind that would carry her straight to the clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet despite being taken soon after entering the palace, Luo Fu had since acted as if he had utterly forgotten her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only had he never returned to Hengwu Palace, but even her repeated, unreserved invitations had been consistently refused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After countless rejections, Xue Baochai’s self-confidence had nearly vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially after Luo Fu’s grand wedding, her once lofty self-image had plunged into silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment of silence, Xue Baochai smiled bitterly: “His Majesty decides for himself. Whether he comes or not, we must not entertain even a single rebellious thought.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But…” Xue Baochai’s confidence had been shattered, but Xue Baoqin was different—like her sister, she firmly believed she merely lacked an opportunity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she could only meet Luo Fu, she would surely, through her own efforts, secure his pardon for the Xue family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, for a girl in the palace, “efforts” spoke for themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister, the southern people now rally to him. If we cannot quickly catch His Majesty’s eye and secure his favor before he launches his northern campaign, our Xue family may never have another chance.” Xue Baoqin’s face was grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xue Baochai knew this well—but fate had already marked her as favored by Luo Fu, and soon after entering the palace, she had even been granted his bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after that single time, Luo Fu never returned—even when Xue Baochai lowered her pride and sent messengers to invite him, she received only refusal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the palace, even residing in the palace Luo Fu had personally named Hengwu, lack of favor meant lack of favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The greatest blow to Xue Baochai was that Luo Fu had never once come to Hengwu Palace himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the sisters—one sinking, one anxious—the girl known as Xiangling, though bearing the title of Xue family’s second daughter, felt little attachment to the Xue family and was likely the most content in Hengwu Palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though admitted to the palace under the Xue family’s second daughter status, though never favored by Luo Fu, her position as a noblewoman within the palace meant she did not serve others—and had servants serving her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiangling wished, with all her heart, to live this way forever, hoping Luo Fu would never appear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the palace, she need not fear scolding or beating; three meals a day were delivered by the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This life, in Xiangling’s eyes, was a dream she had never dared to imagine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Footsteps approached from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Xue sisters, lost in their own thoughts, heard nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only Xiangling, who had never truly fit into their atmosphere, turned at the sound of footsteps and saw Luo Fu striding toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Xiangling was dull, she was not foolish; her dullness was a form of self-protection, like Jia Yingchun’s “two wooden heads”—a result of being a secondary daughter and a concubine-born child in the Rongguo Mansion, denied the treatment due a noble, and thus choosing silence as resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Luo Fu, though for the first time, Xiangling froze for only an instant before reacting instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The number of eunuchs in Jinling Royal Palace was small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Jinling had once been one of Daqing’s capitals, rivalling the capital, the palace’s eunuch population, while not as large as the true capital’s, was still substantial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet among them, very few had passed Luo Fu’s tests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beiqing’s situation had closely resembled the late Ming dynasty—scholars and generals shamelessly corrupt, while eunuchs often displayed loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if Luo Fu did not care whether any eunuchs harbored loyalty to Beiqing or plotted assassinations against him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not care—but the palace women did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, to date, only the principal consort Lin Daiyu and the hypocritical little nun Miao Yu had received power from Luo Fu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Miao Yu, though possessing cultivation realm, was merely a showy figure with little combat ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under these conditions, the number of maids in Jinling Royal Palace far exceeded that of eunuchs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiangling had seen nearly all the eunuchs in Hengwu Palace; even if she could not name them, she felt a flicker of familiarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this Luo Fu was entirely unfamiliar to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially the robe he wore—eunuchs would never wear such attire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Xiangling deduced his identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as she instinctively rose to bow in fear,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Fu waved his hand at the dull, sweet girl with a vermilion mole on her brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On this point, Xiangling was still clever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her initiative was extremely low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Luo Fu waved, she remained seated, motionless, not daring to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister, we can’t keep waiting like this,” Xue Baoqin said, growing anxious. “Before, His Majesty stayed here with Itachi, and even renamed this palace Hengwu Palace. Since he won’t come, why don’t Itachi take the initiative?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though Xue Baochai was intelligent, after repeated rejections from Luo Fu, she was now at a loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How do I take the initiative? I’ve already invited His Majesty several times, but each time he turned me down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If the mountain won’t come to me, then I’ll go to the mountain,” Xue Baoqin said firmly. “Sister, why don’t Itachi take me and Xiangling to pay respects to the Queen? Now that we’ve entered the palace, we are His Majesty’s people—paying respects to the Queen is only proper!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But…” Xue Baochai frowned. “Lately, there have been rumors in the palace that His Majesty and the Queen are deeply devoted to each other—he’s stayed with her many times. If we sisters show up unannounced, won’t the Queen think we’re challenging her for favor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Favor must be fought for in the palace,” Xue Baoqin said. “Otherwise, why would I and Xiangling have come here at all? Sister, we have no choice but to fight. If we don’t, the Xue family will have no hope left. If we fight, there might still be a chance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2200,"2026-06-21T01:08:31.665Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4cacf80a21366d3ad92a578d9a02268847d4076240beb63338a0a7c68bf18cf3","simultaneously-transmigrated-i-forge-the-dao-acr-chapter-672","simultaneously-transmigrated-i-forge-the-dao-acr-chapter-670",686,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-i-forge-the-dao-acr-cover.jpg"]