[{"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-683":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},2346121,4584,"Chapter 683: Using the Entire World as an Experiment to Advance Civilization!","simultaneously-transmigrated-i-forge-the-dao-acr-chapter-683",683,"\u003Cp>After nearly being split into three parts, Luo Fu clearly understood that, for himself, both transcendent divinity and primal bestiality were absolutely indispensable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the saying goes in Three-Body, to lose humanity is to lose much; to lose bestiality is to lose everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Undoubtedly, Luo Fu’s own past experiences were a true testament to this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he nearly lost was not just humanity, but divinity and bestiality as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that Luo Fu was being fussy, wanting everything—he knew that whether it was using the entire world as an experiment to advance civilization, or his desire to collect golden hairpins, these were all him, inseparable parts of himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The being named Luo Fu was, by nature, exactly this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although Jia family’s women had all been dumped into the Yetinggong,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Fu now had little time to savor the golden hairpins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, his immediate priority was to complete the coronation ceremony, and during this process, he needed to prepare for the coming chaos across the land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Fu understood the scholar-gentry class clearly: as long as their interests weren’t touched, they would be his most steadfast supporters in becoming emperor; but if he redistributed the empire’s wealth, these former supporters would instantly become his greatest enemies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These people were incapable of achieving success but excellent at causing failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they caused massive disturbances, they could not shake Luo Fu’s rule, for they had no idea what manner of being they were facing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Fu was the one truly capable of delivering a dimensional strike upon this world!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Luo Fu did not want chaos—he wanted to advance civilization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this advancement must remain under his control, not threatening his comforts; otherwise, Luo Fu had no qualms about tearing everything down and starting over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While preparing for both possibilities, as the coronation drew near, Wang Fei Lin Daiyu—who had departed Jinling a step behind Luo Fu—and Xue Baochai, Xue Baoqin, Xiangling; Miaoyu and Xing Xiuyan; Jia Yuanchun, Jia Yingchun, and Jia Tanchun—the Three Springs—finally arrived belatedly in Jingcheng, preparing to receive their titles after Luo Fu’s coronation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Fu’s coronation was truly the people’s unanimous desire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His original Luo Tian Army veterans, though utterly loyal to Luo Fu due to the Yuan Neng Seed, still had ambitions—they too wanted promotions and noble titles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a self-made group like Luo Fu’s, if those beneath him sought advancement, they naturally had to push Luo Fu upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Luo Fu didn’t rise, how could they progress?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This applied equally to the civil and military ministers of the outer court and the women of the inner palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the more urgent group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only by pushing Luo Fu further could Lin Daiyu truly become Empress, the mother of all under heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Xue sisters and the Three Jia Springs could finally secure their rightful positions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under such overwhelming popular support, combined with Luo Fu’s need to use coronation preparations to conceal his redistribution of the empire’s wealth,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luo Fu was forced to temporarily set aside his curiosity regarding the Jia women who had been thrown into the Yetinggong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yetinggong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After waiting in fearful uncertainty for several days, the Jia women received not a single word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, Wang Xifeng and others had feared being summoned or favored by Luo Fu; now, they almost longed for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yetinggong was, by nature, a prison-like place, though located within the imperial palace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once confined here, the former women of Ning and Rong mansions truly understood what “no labor, no food” meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if they worked themselves to exhaustion, their treatment was far worse than when they lived in the Jia household—barely enough to avoid starvation, and every aspect of food, lodging, and daily life left these once-aristocratic ladies utterly unaccustomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister-in-law, what do Itachi think the new emperor is planning?” Wang Xifeng, drenched in sweat, rubbed her aching wrists. “Could he really intend to make us coarse maids for life in the palace?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During this time, Wang Xifeng had truly experienced the life of a coarse maid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention anything else—just the daily laundry workload nearly broke this woman once hailed as a hero among powder and rouge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was even with others helping share the burden, like Ping’er and the rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Wang Xifeng grew ever more desperate for Luo Fu’s favor—even if not favor, just stopping this labor, she would agree to anything; her bottom line had been lowered daily under relentless toil, nearly vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Wan, equally exhausted from labor, wiped sweat from her brow, her brow furrowed with deep worry: “There’s no chance of seeing the new emperor here in Yetinggong—unless he personally summons us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Li Wan’s explanation, Wang Xifeng focused more on her worried expression and comforted: “Sister-in-law, Lan is still young—even if the Three Judicial Offices hand down a harsh sentence to our family, Lan won’t necessarily die.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, Li Wan nearly wept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice trembled: “I… Feng-ya, I’m more afraid now that Lan might be sentenced to the palace—what then?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xifeng froze, astonished: “That… can’t be? Isn’t the new emperor only fond of women?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Wan was left speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, their concerns were on entirely different wavelengths.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xifeng had unconsciously projected the fate of these women onto the men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t realize that if a male relative was sentenced to the palace after a family’s grave crime, it meant castration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, in feudal dynasties, castrating young male relatives of convicted officials and sending them into the palace had a specific term.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Entering the palace as a huo zhe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young male relatives of convicted officials were called Akatsuki huo zhe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Wan feared hearing this most—she would even prefer Jia Lan be exiled to a near-certain death than become a Akatsuki huo zhe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that Li Wan didn’t want Jia Lan to live—she feared hopelessness more than a life worse than death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, if exiled, there was still theoretically a future, a hope—one generation failing, another might rise; but as a Akatsuki huo zhe, everything was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Li Wan’s flushed explanation, Wang Xifeng finally understood her sister-in-law’s dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xifeng too grew uncertain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though both women, worn down by the brutal labor in Yetinggong, now longed for Luo Fu’s summons,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their motivations differed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Wan thought only of her son Jia Lan; Wang Xifeng thought only of herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t to say Wang Xifeng was selfish—her husband Jia Lian had vanished for a year, and she’d already prepared to be a widow, only to learn he was alive, imprisoned in Jinling’s Wang Palace, and sentenced to castration by Prince Zhao; now, the Jia family faced purge by the new dynasty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under these circumstances, Wang Xifeng had nearly no hope left; her only possible anchor was herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her dire situation and bleak future left the two sisters-in-law silent, staring at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, footsteps approaching from afar made all the Jia women scramble to their feet and bow in greeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yetinggong was a labor-reform facility—its intensity might be tolerable for commoners, but for these pampered aristocratic ladies, it was pure torment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time someone arrived, it meant a surge in their workload.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As convicted criminals in the palace, they had no rights whatsoever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thanks to the eunuch overseer’s orders, no physical punishments were inflicted, but mere starvation alone was enough to break these Jia women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hunger was one of humanity’s ultimate punishments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, the moment they saw who had arrived, the Jia women froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially Wang Xifeng—after a moment of shock, her eyes instantly filled with tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing before her, silent, was none other than Jia Lian—the former legitimate son of Rongguo Mansion, and its nominal heir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Jia Lian before them wore a mid-rank eunuch’s robe, his feminine aura far more pronounced than his former life of luxury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally regaining composure, Wang Xifeng’s face twisted in sorrow: “Second… Second Master… Itachi… we…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Jia Lian now felt too ashamed to face Wang Xifeng, his former wife, and the other women of his household,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was still, among the Jia family’s remaining men, the only one of any merit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet here stood the former Rongguo Mansion’s true legal heir, now dressed as a eunuch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More crucially, Jia Lian’s very aura plainly told everyone present—he was no longer a complete man, especially to these women who had once been his family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Wang Xifeng, his former wife, present; Jia Xichun, his cousin; Li Wan, his sister-in-law.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though inwardly humiliated and desperate to die, Jia Lian realized he wasn’t meant to die yet—death was easy, but if his death angered Luo Fu, the new dynasty’s founder, the Jia family would be utterly finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Lian knew that after Luo Fu’s rise, the Jia family would meet no good end; the hatred from the Jia servants who had destroyed Luo Fu’s family would be exacted upon them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Luo Fu’s harem contained no Jia women—or if his empress wasn’t Lin Daiyu, the Jia family’s niece—Jia Lian might have chosen death over dishonor; though that resolve was, more accurately, despair born of utter hopelessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, with even the faintest hope of preserving the family’s lineage, however slim, he could sacrifice himself—he was already castrated, already broken, with no future anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could truly work hard to ensure the Jia family’s bloodline endured—even for one or two generations—Jia might yet rise again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, too many women in Luo Fu’s harem were connected to the Jia family—some were Jia girls themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking a deep breath, Jia Lian knew this was no time for mourning or reminiscing with the women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Feng-jie, Sister-in-law, listen to me,” he said, steadying himself and fixing his gaze on Li Wan and Wang Xifeng. “Prince Zhao will soon be crowned. Itachi know the hatred between our Jia family and Prince Zhao. If we don’t beg him for mercy, the Jia family will be utterly exterminated.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second Master, what are Itachi trying to say?” Wang Xifeng looked bewildered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In matters of money, Wang Xifeng was sharp—even in household management, she had some talent—but when it came to grand affairs, her limitations were instantly exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recall how she once sold Jia family favors for three thousand taels of silver—just three thousand taels—and completely alienated a powerful local official.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Jia family’s fortune truly resided in these gifted women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Xifeng didn’t understand—but Li Wan’s eyes instantly brightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During her labor in Yetinggong, Li Wan had spent every moment thinking how to save her son Lan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But trapped in this prison-like place, she’d been cut off from all outside news; her knowledge of Luo Fu was only hearsay—how could she devise a plan?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Jia Lian’s arrival gave Li Wan a glimmer of hope—even if faint, she would sacrifice anything for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second Uncle Jia, do Itachi have a way to make Prince Zhao show mercy to the Jia family?” Li Wan asked urgently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, she guessed Jia Lian had a plan to prevent the Jia family’s annihilation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the Jia family would surely be purged, if Luo Fu showed mercy—even just to appear benevolent, following tradition—the Jia family’s descendants might survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Undoubtedly, the current generation of Jia family heads—Jia Jing, Jia She, Jia Zheng—would not escape punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even if Luo Fu punished two generations, Jia Lan, as a third-generation member, might still survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as Jia Lan wasn’t killed or castrated into a Akatsuki huo zhe, even exile would be acceptable to Li Wan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Lian ignored the confused Wang Xifeng and turned to Li Wan: “Sister-in-law, our only hope now is to spare no effort to please Prince Zhao. He seems… seems to have designs on our Jia women. To ensure our family’s survival, I beg Itachi—all of Itachi—to endure this humiliation for now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1963,"2026-06-21T01:08:31.665Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0c3e1426a435600a6a0bca2af1a4d298c5177b04fdbc02708618071f90b19712","simultaneously-transmigrated-i-forge-the-dao-acr-chapter-684","simultaneously-transmigrated-i-forge-the-dao-acr-chapter-682",686,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fsimultaneously-transmigrated-i-forge-the-dao-acr-cover.jpg"]