Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1879: 1408: Dissemination (Part 2)

While uttering those words, he passed a talisman across and clarified that right before the operation began, he would trigger it, setting the talisman ablaze.

“Got it. If there's no more to discuss, I'll head out now.”

Noticing the silence from the other side, he rose swiftly and departed without delay.

People who acted with such resolve earned Li Zhirui's approval, since their straightforward approach to tasks boosted efficiency and conserved precious time.

Soon enough, a securely sealed missive arrived in his possession, bearing a single bold word on the plain sheet: Ready!

The signature belonged to Huang Jing.

“It seems even His Majesty is growing impatient at last.”

With all preparations in place, Li Zhirui turned his focus to his routine practice sessions.

Even for a cultivator who had advanced to the Heavenly Immortal Realm like himself, regular meditation and training might not add the slightest bit to his mana reserves, yet he persisted whenever time allowed.

Daily practice could offer only minimal gains in his cultivation progress, but like droplets forming an ocean or grains building a mountain, true advancement demanded steady buildup.

At the same time,

in a shadowy niche that escaped widespread notice, a certain group was expanding at an astonishing pace!

Countless wanderers started assembling, swelling from a handful at the outset to tens of thousands presently, a growth rate that could only be called lightning-quick.

Strangely, this enormous assembly appeared to slip under everyone's radar, drawing zero scrutiny.

For one, wanderers represented fringe elements seldom in the spotlight; for another, credit went to Emperor Qiansheng's clever maneuvers—he had surely employed subtle techniques to mask their activities, keeping them out of sight.

Days ticked by steadily, as wanderers recruited additional allies, ballooning their ranks further.

The duplicated papers and memory stones from Li Zhirui's efforts had amassed to an outrageously vast stockpile.

“The forecast shows fine weather tomorrow, so we'll launch the plan then!”

Positioned in a cross-legged stance on his chamber's cushion, he employed basic divination methods to predict the upcoming day's conditions. Confirming the clarity, Li Zhirui resolved to proceed without hesitation.

In that instant, talismans held by various individuals flared up spontaneously, defying any breeze.

Witnessing this, those recipients grasped the signal at once, knowing the moment to move had arrived.

By the first light of the following morning, a vast throng of wanderers converged, creating a dense crowd numbering at least thousands strong.

Observing the turnout, Li Zhirui gave an approving nod.

These formed the core team for information dispersal, and greater numbers only amplified their impact!

“Train troops for a thousand days to deploy in one critical hour! A vital mission awaits you all today, and I trust you'll execute it flawlessly!”

Whispers rippled through the wanderers as they buzzed with guesses about the nature of a job demanding such a grand gathering.

Li Zhirui produced heaps of neatly folded and sealed envelopes, announcing: “In addition to your standard duties, handle these as well.”

A smaller batch of memory stones materialized in the grasp of select wanderers. Their selection stemmed mainly from outstanding results in everyday assignments.

He outlined the distinct deployment guidelines for both artifacts, stressing the need for utmost caution.

“Very well, depart at once.” Having covered the essentials, Li Zhirui prompted them to launch into motion.

“Yes!”

The group responded with barely restrained enthusiasm, sensing their role in a grand undertaking, a key thread in a momentous tapestry.

After the wanderers dispersed completely, Li Zhirui geared up for his own involvement in the scheme.

“Should we sneak a look inside these envelopes and memory stones? Find out what's inside?”

“No idea, and it doesn't matter to me. Let's just finish the job fast.”

“Idiot!” The speaker couldn't restrain a scoff, grumbling quietly.

Yet facing his partner's disinterest, he dropped the topic, though his intrigue about the materials burned brighter than ever.

The wanderers dashed across the capital's outer districts, distributing letters to homes with readers and positioning memory stones in pathways, plazas, and other communal spots for broader exposure.

As the hours wore on, their stockpiles ran dry per instructions, aiding in masking their traces and safeguarding anonymity.

Seated in lotus position on the visitor quarters' padding, Li Zhirui detected the unsealing of the initial letter, then a cascade of others, exposing Confucian corruption to ever more educated eyes.

Concurrently, as foot traffic swelled on the avenues to a tipping point, he triggered thousands of memory stones in unison!

Suddenly, throughout the outer city, visions of the suffering and torment endured by ordinary folk at the hands of Confucian followers played out vividly.

Certain Confucian adherents seized farmlands outright, stripping farmers of their holdings and dooming them to tenancy in abject poverty.

Other Confucian officials in local posts disregarded the plight of the masses, safeguarding only the privileges of entrenched noble clans.

Still more siphoned endlessly from communal granaries, hoarding vast troves of grain privately, which led to countless deaths from hunger amid withheld aid.

…

Instances like these abounded beyond count!

Nevertheless, every account rang true, drawn from historical and current events, not invented by Li Zhirui to assail the Confucians.

Therefore, at each narrative's close, he included the origin details for doubters to investigate.

Naturally, speed proved essential, since Confucian retaliation could swiftly obliterate those proofs, rendering checks futile.

“Aren't all Confucians meant to be upright scholars? How could they commit such acts?”

“This can't be real! It defies belief!”

…

At first, the bulk of ordinary residents rejected the revelations in the letters and memory stones, their expressions drained and disbelieving.

After all, they viewed most Confucian followers as honorable folk, marred only by a minority of villains.

But confronting claims of widespread Confucian culpability and pervasive disciple depravity shattered that view—acceptance came hard.

However, upon embracing the facts, their revulsion toward Confucianism would intensify twofold!

A few stayed level-headed and perceptive, suspecting rival sects' assaults on the Confucians, and to avoid involvement, they rushed homeward.

As moments slipped away, the spiritual essence in the memory stones drained completely, and the projections dissolved.

By that juncture, though, awareness had spread across most of the outer city's populace, so the disappearance of visuals held little consequence.

“The Confucians remain far too haughty and self-important!”

Li Zhirui gazed at the avenue where Confucian followers hurried near, his voice carrying a tone close to lament.