Chapter 9: The First Transmigration

That evening, the Qi Wang Mansion held a grand banquet.

Yin Qi hosted Ding Ce and the other two; besides Zhang Shaokang and Zhou Jian, many important retainers of the Qi Wang Mansion were also present to accompany them, which he took as an opportunity to get better acquainted, and of course, there was also an inspiring speech.

Only when thoughts are unified can minds be in accord.

Yin Qi first recounted the events of the morning court session, then proceeded to paint a grand vision to boost morale, stating that as long as he won this assessment and secured the position of Crown Prince, he would certainly promote everyone to important posts upon inheriting the throne in the future.

He even used Yi Yin as an example, saying that back in the day, Yi Yin was also a retainer of Shang Tang.

Upon hearing this, everyone could not help but feel their blood surging with excitement.

Their eyes were filled with longing, as if they could already see the scene of themselves becoming generals and ministers in the future.

……

After the banquet, Yin Qi returned to his sleeping quarters.

After a bout of intense intimacy, Zhou Ji had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Yin Qi closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking deep into his mind, where he saw an ancient and weathered Altar floating in the Xukong Sword Sword Sword.

The Purple Gold Luck was now only three feet high.

"Altar, consume one foot of Luck, open the Gate of Heavens!"

Yin Qi communicated with the Altar with his mind.

As his intention fell, he saw the Purple Gold Luck on the Altar instantly shaved down by one foot, and then the Altar trembled slightly, tearing open a spatial rift in an instant.

Through the spatial rift, Yin Qi seemed to see a vast world.

But before he could see the appearance of that world clearly, he completely lost consciousness.

Traveling to the heavens for training, no matter how many years pass, is but an instant for the Fengshen World.

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"Young Master, Young Master!"

As soon as Yin Qi regained consciousness, he heard someone calling by his ear.

He struggled to open his eyes, and what met his gaze were a pair of excited and joyful eyes, a bald forehead, and a thick, greasy braid hanging down from the shoulder.

Yin Qi did not rush to respond; he shifted his gaze to examine the room.

The room was antique, the carved wooden bed still hung with a mosquito net, there was a bedside table at the head of the bed piled with various items, and there was also a sandalwood-colored wardrobe and other furniture in the room.

It seemed this body came from a wealthy family.

However, looking at the servant standing by the bed and that bald forehead, he estimated this was some period of the Qing Dynasty.

"Young Master, what is wrong? Does your head still hurt?"

"That Chen Rui, born of a bitch, actually dared to hit you with a teacup; he truly deserves to die. Fortunately, the Young Master is fine!"

The servant was full of concern, cursing with resentment.

"Teacup... Chen Rui..."

Yin Qi recalled subconsciously, and then countless memories suddenly flooded his mind.

These were the memories of the predecessor.

The predecessor was also named Yin Qi, from Shanyin, Zhejiang, eighteen years old.

Shanyin, which is Shaoxing.

The Yin Family was a family of officials; their ancestors had produced a Gold Corpse, and his father, Yin Chengtao, was also a successful imperial examination candidate who had served as an official elsewhere for a few years, only to resign and return home due to his dissatisfaction with the corruption and darkness of the officialdom.

It is now the Guangxu era of the Qing Dynasty; the great powers have used their strong ships and powerful cannons to knock open the gates of China, forcing the Qing Imperial Court to sign a series of humiliating treaties, so many men of ambition have raised the cry of "learning from the advanced techniques of the barbarians to control them."

Eventually, under the promotion of the Imperial Court, the vigorous Self-Strengthening Movement unfolded.

Yin Chengtao was also a man who could look at the world; he took advantage of the trend of the Self-Strengthening Movement to build many factories, becoming one of the few wealthy merchants in Shanyin Prefecture with a family fortune of a million.

Yin Chengtao had two sons and one daughter; the eldest son, Yin Xuan, twenty years old, had returned from studying in Japan and was assisting his father in managing the family business.

The second son was Yin Qi, eighteen years old, who was good-for-nothing and proficient in eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling.

The youngest daughter, Yin Shishi, seventeen years old, was still studying at a girls' school.

Yin Qi never imagined that he would transmigrate into such a scoundrel.

No, actually, it would be more appropriate to say he awakened his memories.

He was a consciousness reincarnation; it was only yesterday at the Hongxiu Building that he got into a fight with his nemesis Chen Rui over the top courtesan Li Qinghan, and was finally knocked unconscious by Chen Rui with a teacup.

Only after waking up now did he discover he had awakened the memories of his past life.

"What year is it again?"

Yin Qi recalled, and soon found the anchor event—the First Sino-Japanese War.

The year before last, because of the affairs in Korea, the Qing Dynasty and Japan broke out into the famous First Sino-Japanese War, which ended in the defeat of the Qing Dynasty and the signing of the humiliating Treaty of Shimonoseki.

Not only were the Liaodong Peninsula, Taiwan, and the Penghu Islands ceded to Japan, but two hundred million taels of White Silver were also paid in compensation.

The predecessor could remember it clearly because after the news of the signing of the Treaty of Shimonoseki arrived, Yin Chengtao beat his chest and roared in anger, and incidentally gave the troublemaking Yin Qi a sound beating.

That time, Yin Qi could not get out of bed for a full month.

Otherwise, the predecessor would really not have cared about such national affairs.

"In other words, it is 1897! Right, the Altar..."

Yin Qi reacted abruptly; he hurriedly closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking deep into his mind, and after seeing that vast and ancient Altar, he let out a long sigh of relief in his heart.

Fortunately, this golden finger had also followed him over.

At this time, on the ancient and weathered Altar, there floated a foot-and-a-half-high White Luck Essence.

Judging from the luck, he was just an Ordinary person.

"Young Master, Young Master, what is wrong? Someone come, someone come, the Young Master has fainted ag... uh..."

The servant Yin Hai shouted in a panic and was about to run out to find someone.

Yin Qi hurriedly opened his eyes and scolded softly: "What are you shouting for? I am fine, my head was just a bit dizzy earlier. By the way, how long have I been unconscious?"

Yin Hai trembled, discovering that he actually dared not look directly into the young master's eyes.

That indifferent gaze gave one a tremendous sense of oppression, something he had not even felt from the master of the house.

Yin Hai hurriedly lowered his head and said, "Young master, it is now the afternoon; you have been unconscious for nearly a day."

"Nearly a day, no wonder my head feels a bit dizzy."

Yin Qi sat up, got out of bed to put on his clothes, and said while doing so, "Let's go, accompany me out for a walk, and we'll grab a meal while we're at it."

Since he had arrived in this world, he should at least go out and wander around to familiarize himself with it.

As for other matters, those could be discussed later.

Yin Hai hurriedly said, "Young master, the master was very angry about what happened last night and has already ordered you to be grounded for a month. There are guards stationed outside the courtyard; you cannot get out."

"Is that so!"

Yin Qi was not surprised, just a little disappointed.

In any case, from childhood to adulthood, he had been grounded if not a hundred times, then probably eighty.

"Then forget it, I'm a bit hungry, go and get me something to eat!"

"Understood, young master, you wait, I'm going to the kitchen right now."

Yin Hai hurriedly agreed and left.

Yin Qi finished dressing and came before the mirror.

The glass mirror clearly reflected his current appearance: his complexion was somewhat pale, his eyes were sunken, and he looked like someone who had indulged in excess, lacking even a shred of vitality.

However, overall, his features were still quite regular.

"Tsk tsk!"

Looking at his own appearance, Yin Qi couldn't help but shake his head.

Fortunately, his father was strict, and he hadn't dared to smoke Opium before; otherwise, he would already be neither human nor Ghost, his body completely ruined, and even with the Medicine Bath Formula he brought from the Fengshen World, he probably wouldn't be able to recover.

As he was now, it was at most just a deficiency of kidney yang.

"Second brother, second brother!"

A clear, bright voice came from outside the room.

Soon, a handsome young man wearing a long gown walked in, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking quite scholarly.

The person who arrived was none other than his elder brother, Yin Xuan.

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Many brothers have questioned in the comments, asking why the protagonist doesn't just cultivate properly in the main world, and why he must run to a low-martial world to show off?

Let me explain here:

1: First, it is to harvest luck. The protagonist's golden finger is the Luck Altar. Although the protagonist has ways to obtain luck in the main world, there are gods and Fo everywhere there, and they don't even have enough for themselves, so the protagonist doesn't dare to act recklessly. The channels to obtain it are very limited, the main one being ascending the throne to become the Human Emperor, but the protagonist himself is also a mortal and needs time to grow, so he needs to go to the heavens.

2: Absorbing the essence of the civilizations of the heavens: No matter how high-level a world is, it cannot cover everything, and even a low-level world's civilization has its own merits and unique aspects. The protagonist's experience in the heavens is actually absorbing the essence of the civilizations of the heavens for his own use. For example, Minguo; although the power level is low and the technology is not advanced, many techniques are not present in the Fengshen World, such as Medicine, and cultivation also has its unique aspects.

3: Although the protagonist is traveling with his consciousness, he will bring back cultivation experience and cultivation base when he returns. It's just that the cultivation base will be transformed into a specific energy; it won't be poured into the protagonist all at once, but it will merge in when the protagonist cultivates, allowing the protagonist's cultivation base to advance by leaps and bounds.

This is equivalent to cheating for the protagonist's cultivation.

There is less than ten years left before the Fengshen begins. If the protagonist only stays in the main world to cultivate, even with God-Demon Level aptitude and comprehension, he would probably at most be able to become an immortal, which is simply not enough time.

4: It's an infinite-style story, so the world levels naturally go from low to high. The protagonist can grow all the way, and this book can also be written to completion.

(End of this chapter)