Xian Ming: Traveling to Jiajing, I Really Became an Immortal

When I woke up, I became Zhu Houcong, the Jiajing Emperor of the Ming Dynasty—the emperor who was most obsessed with Taoism and died of taking elixirs in history. Facing the dynasty that was riddled with holes, the powerful ministers who were eyeing covetous eyes, and the political affairs that were difficult to recover from, I smiled. Alchemy? I understand chemistry. Cultivation? I understand the conservation of energy. Governing the country? I understand the historical process. From then on, I made seals with my left hand to draw thunder and build the foundation, and with my right hand I implemented the new coup law. Use the Bigu Pill to solve the famine in the northern border, use the swordsmanship to deliver eight hundred miles of emergency, and use the mountain-protecting formation to protect the sea frontier of thousands of miles. Zhang Juzheng became the chief assistant of my cabinet and promoted the "spiritual root and one whip method"; Hai Rui held the law and law books and killed corrupt officials and inner demons; Qi Jiguang led the "Shenji Camp" with flying swords and artillery. When I have reached the peak of my golden elixir, I will be on top of the Forbidden City, overlooking the Iron Horse Glacier, the sun, the moon and the new sky. The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty and the envoys from all over the world bowed their heads and trembled: "Your Majesty, what you have cultivated... Is it really an immortal?" I smiled calmly: "What I am cultivating is the destiny of the country, and what I am cultivating is China's eternal prosperity."