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

As the words left his mouth, he passed a talisman to the other and described how, on the eve of the operation, activating it would make it burst into flames.

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

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

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

Soon enough, a securely closed 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 preparations complete, Li Zhirui turned to his routine practice.

Even for one who had ascended to the Heavenly Immortal Realm, such regular sessions of meditation and training yielded no noticeable boost to his mana, yet he persisted whenever opportunity allowed.

Daily efforts might contribute little to advancing his cultivation base, but like droplets filling an abyss or grains building a monument, progress demanded steady buildup.

Meanwhile,

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

Rangers flocked in droves, swelling from a handful at the start to tens of thousands presently, a surge that could only be called lightning-quick.

Strangely, this vast assembly drew no scrutiny, slipping under the radar entirely.

For one, rangers occupied the fringes of society and rarely caught the eye; for another, credit went to Emperor Qiansheng's cunning strategies, which likely employed subtle means to mask their movements and keep them hidden.

Days slipped by, and rangers recruited additional allies, ballooning their ranks further.

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

"The forecast shows fine skies tomorrow, so we'll launch then!"

Perched in lotus position on the chamber's cushion, he employed basic divination to predict the morrow's conditions. Satisfied with the outlook, Li Zhirui resolved to proceed without hesitation.

At that instant, talismans in various holders' grasps flared to life unbidden.

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

Come the first light of dawn, a throng of rangers assembled, a dense cluster numbering thousands strong at minimum.

Li Zhirui observed the sight with a pleased nod.

These formed the core team for circulating the news, where greater numbers promised amplified impact!

"Train troops for a millennium, deploy in an instant! A vital mission awaits your execution today, and I trust you'll carry it out flawlessly!"

Whispers rippled through the rangers as they buzzed with guesses about the assignment demanding such a grand turnout.

Li Zhirui produced stacks of sealed and folded envelopes next, declaring: "In addition to your standard duties, handle these."

A smaller batch of memory stones materialized in select rangers' hands, awarded to those who excelled in everyday operations.

He detailed the distinct positioning needs for the two artifacts, stressing the need for utmost caution.

"Very well, depart at once." Having covered the essentials, Li Zhirui prompted them to move out.

"Yes!"

The group responded with barely restrained fervor, sensing their role in a grand undertaking of profound significance.

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

"Should we sneak a look inside these envelopes and memory stones? Find out their secrets?"

"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.

But facing his partner's apathy, he dropped the topic, though his intrigue about the materials only intensified.

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

Hours ticked away, and as per orders, their stockpiles ran dry to aid in blending in and shielding their anonymity.

Ensconced in the visitor's quarters on the floor mat, Li Zhirui felt the initial envelope unsealed, then a cascade of others, exposing Confucian corruptions to ever more educated eyes.

Meanwhile, as crowds thickened on the avenues to a critical mass, he triggered countless memory stones in unison!

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

Certain Confucian followers seized farmlands outright, stripping peasants of their holdings and dooming them to tenancy in misery.

Other Confucian adherents in official posts disregarded the masses, safeguarding only the privileges of entrenched noble clans.

Still more siphoned endlessly from communal granaries, hoarding vast stores of rice while famine claimed lives for want of aid.

…

Innumerable such atrocities abounded!

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

Thus, at each tale's close, he appended the origin site for doubters to investigate.

Naturally, haste proved essential, lest the Confucians respond and obliterate the proofs, rendering checks futile.

"Aren't all Confucians meant to be upright scholars? How could they stoop to this?"

"No way! This can't be real!"

…

At first, ordinary folk dismissed the revelations in the letters and stones, their expressions ashen with disbelief.

In their view, most Confucian pupils embodied virtue, marred only by a minority of villains.

Yet here was proof branding the sect as profoundly culpable, with hordes of followers cut from the same rotten cloth; acceptance seemed impossible.

Still, upon embracing the facts, their revulsion toward Confucianism would surge twofold!

A few maintained clear heads and caution, suspecting rival sects' plots against the Confucians, and they scampered home to steer clear of trouble.

As moments elapsed, the spirit power in the memory stones drained, and the projections dissolved.

By that point, though, awareness had spread across the outer city's populace, rendering the images' disappearance irrelevant.

"The Confucians' arrogance knows no bounds!"

Li Zhirui gazed at the Confucian acolytes hastening down the road, his voice laced with a sigh-like lament.