Jiajing Cultivates the Dao: Father, I’ve Already Built My Foundation

When other people transmigrated to the Ming Dynasty, they either started rebellions or fought to inherit the throne. Zhu Zaiji, however, only wanted to shut the gates of his prince's residence and cultivate in peace. He thought that if he kept a low profile, he could avoid the political struggles at court and live freely for eternity. But the day he established his foundation, a pillar of purple energy shot into the sky, startling the capital. Jiajing discovered that the so-called immortal was none other than the son he had neglected for years. Lu Bing was about to protect the Emperor when Zhu Zaiji merely waved his sleeve, forcing the commander of the Embroidered Guard to his knees. At that moment, Jiajing, who had spent over twenty years cultivating bitterly and swallowed countless golden elixirs, completely lost his composure. “Zaiji, does your father have the fate to become an immortal?” “Father, set cultivating aside for now. You're covered in elixir poison. If you keep taking them, you'll be dead before long.” From then on, the political winds at the Ming court changed completely. Prince Jing presented a good plan for disaster relief, and Jiajing tore it to shreds; Prince Yu brushed him off in public, and Jiajing smiled and told him to speak his mind. For no apparent reason, Yan Song became Prince Yu's subordinate. Lu Bing was ordered to purge the Daoist alchemists across the land, while Tao Zhongwen, once favored by the Emperor above all, was dragged into the imperial prison, where he exposed the truth about the poisonous lead-and-mercury elixirs. The officials at court all thought Jiajing was preparing to make Prince Yu the Crown Prince. But no one knew that Jiajing had turned around and bowed to his son as his senior fellow disciple. Jiajing: “Senior Brother, can you teach your junior to cultivate immortality today?” Zhu Zaiji: “Don't rush, Junior Brother. Eat this Marrow-Cleansing Pill first.”