Universal Steam: I, Newton, Make Money!

The seventeen-year-old slave Shen Mo knelt in the crowd and watched white threads spill out of Master Xuanfeng's palms and penetrate into the butcher's head. The man's legs were healed, but he was five years older. Everyone knelt down to thank them, except Shen Mo who was counting the rays of light - in his previous life, he was the youngest director of the Academy of Sciences, studying biological energy fields, and he knew what it was. This world is very strange. There are steam locomotives rolling over bluestone slabs, and government-run machinery factories roaring day and night, but practitioners still fly into the sky and escape to the earth, grabbing longevity from the people in the name of "blessings." The person who was whipped became old on the spot, and the face of the person who was whipped was glowing. Shen Mo wrapped a pottery bowl and a magnetized embroidery needle with copper wire, and then he dared to measure those things that the "immortal master" did not dare to let others measure. Later he met Song Yingxing, a stubborn old man who repaired gears in the Engineering Examination Department. Later, he fished out Newton from the counterfeit currency case in English Port. The three people gathered under an oil lamp and deduced the truth about spiritual energy: it was a thousand-year-old net that trapped living people across the continent and raised an exiled ancient monster. The emperor of the current dynasty is its skin, Si Tianjian is its lair, and nine dragon-suppressing pillars are inserted deep into the earth to suck out every breath day and night. Shen Mo wants to burn this network. He was sitting on the threshold of the woodshed grinding a piece of scrap iron. What he was thinking was: You call this spiritual energy, but I know it is nothing. I will settle the account with you regarding the conservation of energy.