In the fifteenth year of Hongwu, Empress Ma was critically ill.
As Zhu Yuanzhang searched for a doctor and medicine, he stumbled into a “Transcendent Academy” deep in Zijin Mountain.
The moment he opened the door, Lao Zhu’s entire worldview collapsed!
He saw his fourth son, Zhu Di, driving a steel behemoth that spewed blue flames from its exhaust as it furiously plowed a valley!
His grandson Zhu Yunwen was being whipped around the floor by a mechanical pointer, crying as he recited The Recoil of Reducing the Fiefs.
Worse still, a young man named Zhu Qizhen had been tossed into an alien insectoid simulation pod, wailing for his father and mother. They called it a “make-up exam in practical combat”!
Furious, Lao Zhu was about to draw his saber and chop down the academy’s dean, Lin Beichen.
But Lin Beichen casually pulled out an “Anywhere Door,” and Ming cavalry instantly appeared at the northern steppe royal court! A single “weather controller” ended the severe drought in the Central Plains!
Looking at his descendants, who had been beaten black and blue but had mastered Starfleet Command Studies,
Zhu Yuanzhang silently put away his saber and dropped to his knees with a thud. “Sir, I want to sign up for remedial classes too! Would paying the tuition with the entire Earth be enough? And while you’re at it, beat that Zhu Qizhen fellow to a pulp!”
