After My Innate Perfection, I Was Put on a Dragon Chair and Beaten to Death

The Daqian Dynasty was established for a hundred years and passed down to the third generation of old emperors. It seemed prosperous on the surface, but in fact it was rotten to the core. The powerful ministers in the DPRK clumped together, and party disputes continued. Half of the three ministers and six ministries obeyed the orders of the prime minister's office, and the imperial power was left empty. Nine princes are fighting openly and secretly, and the crown prince's position is unresolved. Twelve local states are divided among aristocratic families and vassal kings. Taxes are not paid, and orders cannot leave the capital. There are barbarians and cavalry pressing down on the border in the north, hundreds of Yue are moving in the south, and the countries in the Western Regions are watching eagerly in the west. The border vassal kings hold heavy troops and claim to be kings and hegemons. People are dying of hunger everywhere, refugees are everywhere, and troubled times are coming. There are three major secluded forces in the rivers and lakes: the Medical Immortal Valley masters the art of living the dead and making flesh and bones; the God of Wealth Pavilion controls the money in the world and is as rich as the enemy; and the Tianji Pavilion knows everything and can make prophecies when spoken. Martial arts is divided into seven realms along the way. Innate masters are already there, there are only a few masters, and there are only legends among gods and humans. The protagonist comes from a humble background, but has reached innate perfection and is waiting for the situation to turn around. The world will change, and the destination of destiny is not in the temple, but when ordinary people raise their arms.