You became an emperor by letting me AFK.

Feng Tianyin's tone was somewhat urgent, revealing regret.

Xia He blinked, not expecting such a question.

She found it hard to explain why she didn't want to look at the deductions, but it seemed she couldn't avoid knowing things further into the future, and there was no need to limit herself.

There are better and more appropriate answers:

“Tianyin, you are like a novel I have written. Of course I have seen the long-term possibilities, but I also look forward to your performance. All I know is the stage; no one can predict what epic the heroes will enact.”

As these words were spoken, a vast spiritual energy seemed to surge forth, as if revealing the rules of the world.

Click!

In an instant, countless precognitive abilities collapsed and weakened, because this was the judgment of an extremely high-ranking individual, which was affecting the world.

Prophecy is limited.

In theory, Xia He should be able to get any information she wants. I even typed the code myself, so how could I not know? Yet I still held onto hope.

The Creator does not bless prophecies, but anticipates possibilities.

Upon hearing this, Feng Tianyin nodded as if waking from a dream, still somewhat bewildered but understanding.

She solemnly replied, "I will never let you down."

"Don't act like I'm some kind of strict elder. Just do things your way. Your current psionic abilities have changed you, haven't they? Get used to it. Goodbye."

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the Heavenly Dao."

Thinking of the huge amount of code that still needed to be commented on, Xia He took the lead and looked away from the present world.

However, she was mostly pleasantly surprised.

Unexpectedly, Feng Tianyin's growth has been faster than anticipated. She's already able to apply what she's learned to other situations, and her questions are spot-on. There's an atmosphere of self-awareness conveyed within her; she's still somewhat naive, but she's already perceiving it.

I have witnessed a vague sense of awareness gradually becoming clearer...

On the altar.

The golden auspicious clouds gradually drifted away and disappeared into the distance. The vast will that filled the heavens and earth vanished, and people immediately shouted praises, with hymns echoing across the horizon.

Although the glimpse of Heaven was an auspicious sign, its very existence was still too oppressive; at least I feel relieved now.

Amidst the intense attention of everyone, Feng Tianyin rose and loudly announced:

"A single fishing boat on the shore is already an inseparable part of the sacred Great Qian Dynasty."

Heaven officially accepted Yuhuopan.

The people of Daqian, who witnessed the miracle, cheered and wept with joy as they emerged from the shadow of the siege.

They believed that auspicious omens from Heaven would protect the souls of the victims and grant them peace, while a new and open road ahead would continue.

"Praise be to Heaven!"

The city, now immersed in celebration, has completely bid farewell to the disaster.

They were merely barbarians. They did bring some pain, but ultimately they could not hinder the progress of the Great Qian Dynasty. It was time for revenge. Those camps must pay the price.

It just so happens that the revenue from capturing slaves over the years hasn't been enough, so now the plains are full of fragrant herbs.

The soldiers and civilians by the fishing lights were all looking forward to war; to them, this was an operation that had just been blessed by heaven.

Feng Tianyin announced a period of rest.

She left with a smile on her lips, in a great mood.

The remaining clerks exchanged bewildered glances. It was rare to see the High Priest's usually expressionless, inorganic face display such a reaction; it was truly a rare sight. But perhaps this was for the best; he must have been having a pleasant conversation with the Heavenly Dao.

Although we don't know the specifics of their conversation, there's no doubt that the person expressed their support.

“There’s no need to repair the city wall,” Zhang Zhongsi said, stretching. “Our border troops need a rest and will defend the city first.”

"Very well, you've lost quite a few men. Our Imperial Guard will take charge of the attack."

Old comrade-in-arms Deng Kaixuan naturally understood. The two generals had reached a consensus: given the current situation of the border troops after high-intensity combat, it was more prudent to have them take turns resting and recuperating, and let the well-rested Imperial Guards take over.

It hits it off.

They each left to prepare.

Even though Feng Tianyin didn't say it, everyone knew that a war would follow immediately.

Because that great being actually leans towards force.

The Daqian army needs to prepare for the upcoming war, especially by maintaining its armor, weapons, and warhorses. The Great Plains are a good battlefield.

"I need to clean up the festival site."

Bayar volunteered to take on the task of cleaning up the temple, as it was always a mess after each major event. Incense ash, offerings, and colorful flags were scattered everywhere, requiring a complete cleanup.

He Wan quickly followed Feng Tianyin's footsteps, lest the High Priest suddenly give instructions but not be there.

One day later.

The fishing boats, which had been immersed in the festive atmosphere, finally calmed down. The residents of Daqian had resumed their production and daily life, working hard under the protection of the brand-new city walls made by the Heavenly Dao. The clanging and banging of metalwork could be heard all around.

The artisan shops throughout the city are working overtime.

Work chants echoed through the suburbs, while the surrounding farmland was constantly being replenished with grain.

They knew very well that all these metals would leave marks on the enemy, enough to avenge them and teach those guys a lesson.

at the same time.

At Feng Tianyin's request, the supply line at the rear slowed down slightly.

Because it's unnecessary; the focus is on sustainable supply.

She halted the large-scale resupply efforts initiated by Gegentana and Yu Xue in a fit of anger, as this was enough to support everyone's post-war efforts. The rest could be used to maintain the supply lines, which would be sufficient to sustain the war effort.

Aside from that, Feng Tianyin was just waiting, sharpening her knife while anticipating the reactions of the group of guests...

Inn.

The envoys from various city-states stationed here were deeply worried.

"I have a feeling that the craftsman's shop is too noisy. I think I heard it. I didn't sleep well at all last night."

"I can't sleep if my mind isn't at peace."

"Who could sleep after witnessing the scene of the Heavenly Dao? It would be a miracle if they didn't have nightmares."

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't talk about that person casually. Even if Heaven doesn't care, we won't escape if the High Priest comes after us. Don't forget that the Great Qian has always known about those little tricks."

“That’s true. They actually know that we’re instigating the barbarians behind the scenes, but it was all Nan Yuan’s idea.”

"Now you're blaming us? Shameless bastards."

"It's all your bad ideas that caused us to lose so much grain—"

The messengers who broke out in the argument pushed and shoved.

The two grabbed each other by the collar, gritting their teeth, clearly ready to fight. It took quite a bit of struggle before they were pulled apart by those around them.

"Don't embarrass yourself."

“You have come as envoys, not to fight.”

The guards outside had already seen it and burst into undisguised laughter. There was no way to hide it; it was simply too comical. They didn't try to stop them, after all, the other side was discussing their own business, and they couldn't be bothered to plant any spies.

There's no need. In this world, absolute strength prevails. I believe the Plains City-States will reach a conclusion through discussion.

moment.

After calming down, the group began to weigh the pros and cons again:

The Great Qian Dynasty is sharpening its swords, and the High Priest is poised to personally lead an expedition; a large-scale war is likely to begin within the next few days. Given their style, they are probably responding to this auspicious sign from Heaven by offering Him a plain in the name of "blessing."

It was impossible to conquer such a vast land in one go, but that didn't stop them from first dealing with the city-states at each key point.

Let's knock them off one by one first.

Therefore, it must be assumed that the Great Qian Dynasty will launch a massive expedition that will sweep across the northern plains.

Targeting barbarians is merely superficial propaganda.

"I'm sure the Great Qian will capture the barbarians in those camps as slaves, but they won't give up. It wouldn't be difficult for them to come to our city-state as well. What if they take the opportunity to cause trouble?"

"This festival is a form of pressure."

Those chosen as envoys are certainly not fools; they naturally understand the Great Qian's intentions and are displaying the Heavenly Dao's oppressive warning. In fact, after such a wave of auspicious clouds descending, many believers would definitely have surrendered.

Don't forget that the Heavenly Dao Sect's faith has spread far beyond the territory of the Great Qian Dynasty, and has long been rooted in the plains.

The city-states behind everyone are somewhat fanatical believers.

This is difficult.

For safety reasons, these messengers were specially selected non-believers, yet they witnessed the miracle.

It's hard not to be deeply moved and feel a genuine sense of refuge.

One can imagine how excited the believers would be if they saw the illusion of golden auspicious clouds in the distance, making them easily susceptible to being coerced into joining the Great Qian. But then again, wouldn't the Great Qian simply launch a direct attack?

Feng Tianyin never cared about war.

She actually favored resolving issues through force, believing it to be an efficient method. She figured that if things got really bad, they could just destroy everything and then rebuild it; the priority was to annex the entire territory first.

"...No matter what, the Great Qian has already got us plains city-states figured out, it's useless."

"In fact, all the propaganda we're doing now is aimed at weakening the resistance. That high priest is thinking about a forced takeover, and we've already entered the rhythm of war. Don't have any illusions, accept reality."

The envoy from the Southern Plains city-state made the definitive conclusion.

He arrived with the authorization of City Lord Song Yan and has the right to make a decision on the spot, but he should also work with other territories.

Making a pact alone makes it easier to get taken advantage of; it's better for everyone to join forces.

Everyone looked at each other.

“Let us seek a fiefdom from that one, and go together, let us set off now.”

Without further ado, the city-state's delegation immediately set off from the inn to the temple.

Although it was already dusk and evening was approaching, it was well known that the high priest's work did not discriminate between morning and night, and he was always online.

Well-deserved name.