You became an emperor by letting me AFK.

"Me too, but I haven't decided yet."

Both of them joined their family business in New World after graduating from Xia Yi University, and initially thought it would only be peripheral business.

As a result, the temple's emphasis on the colonies seemed to become increasingly crucial.

As the tide rises, so does every boat.

They also gained more influence within the company, after all, there were so many untapped new frontiers. It was a business where revenue could easily grow and thrive, with no shortage of profit.

However, a significant portion of these industries consist of plantations, maintenance, and logistics, which lack technological sophistication.

It is well known that the High Priest still prefers technological products.

“I have an idea,” Wu Tong said, suddenly inspired. “Let’s hold a lantern festival, but not like the power project in Xiayi, since we don’t have enough resources. Let’s use all kinds of electric lights to decorate, preferably in various colors.”

"It's both clever and effective; all that's left is time."

The two hit it off.

Of course, the lantern exhibition isn't everything; the latest varieties of fruits and vegetables can also be exhibited together. Don't underestimate agricultural technology.

For example, the rubber cultivated in Daqian used to be bitter and astringent, with thick skin and little flesh, but this was gradually improved later.

The hybrids of the New World brought it to its peak.

An unprecedentedly sweet banana was born, along with various other fruits, enriching our dining tables. While shipping it back home is impractical, it could certainly be canned and become a global phenomenon.

Both Wu Tong and Nanwei run their own plantation businesses and are shareholders of Newland Company, so of course they want to make their presence felt.

There's a premium for products that can be featured at the high priest's welcoming ceremony.

They were filled with anticipation.

"Speaking of which, we haven't seen His Majesty since the last opening ceremony."

"You went back to Salan, didn't you? I saw you a few times in Xiayi." Wu Tong, a local, had seen you from afar a few times.

"It's a pity I didn't have time to attend the Heavenly Dao Festival."

"But we've already witnessed His Majesty's arrival in Xinxiang, haven't we?"

“That’s right, I’ve been lucky lately.” Nan Yuan’s introverted personality has improved somewhat, but he still has some concerns. “There must be a lot of people at the High Priest’s welcoming ceremony, you know, I get dizzy from crowds…”

"Alright, alright, I'll stay with you." Wu Tong nodded.

"Thank you so much, senior."

The two had their own ideas and hoped to see Feng Tianyin as soon as possible. They wondered if she had changed since her last speech at the start of the semester.

City Lord's Mansion.

The newly appointed high priest paced back and forth, both surprised and nervous, for the high priest was about to arrive.

He scratched his head and said, "Jiang Chaosheng is running too fast, searching for flight routes all over the world. I thought he was going to settle down here and become a city lord, but he recommended me directly."

He did have experience as a local official, but he never expected to be promoted to city lord.

The subordinates then began to offer their suggestions and advice:

"Just follow the usual procedures and hold the ceremony with the priest. The main purpose is to highlight the achievements of our Xinxiang."

"Let's do it together with a company; those guys always come up with something new when they organize events."

"Let's do it this way."

After calming down, Jifeng decided to make preparations as soon as possible.

We can't afford to let him down; after all, he's still young, and as long as he continues to accumulate merit, he can definitely be promoted to the Temple. In this regard, we still have to thank Jiang Chaosheng for recognizing his talent and generously giving up his position to a crew member he admires.

That's right, Jifeng was a maritime clerk who had participated in voyages and seen the world.

But he gradually got tired and decided to stay and seek better opportunities.

"Send a telegram back to Xia Yi saying that we are preparing and looking forward to the arrival of the High Priest."

Yes, sir.

Meanwhile, midway along the eastern ocean route.

The high priest's fleet, having traveled continuously, had just docked at an island city-state, where they were warmly welcomed by the Great Qian Dynasty, expressing their heartfelt admiration. A grand ceremony was held on site, and they were overjoyed.

This city-state, named "Volcanic Reef," as its name suggests, originated from an underwater volcano and once maintained the appearance of a primitive civilization.

It was only in the years following the opening of new sea routes that it came under the rule of the Great Qian Dynasty.

They have a kind of convert's fanaticism.

Faced with a civilization that was clearly a level higher than their own, the inhabitants of the volcanic reef welcomed them with great enthusiasm and joy, especially when the high priest stepped down from the deck, when the cheers were deafening.

Feng Tianyin waved acquaintancely, but the two promoted people accompanying her looked tired.

After all, Gegentana, who comes from the northern desert and is definitely an "inlander," gets seasick, while Zhuang Qing is no less of a "tech geek" and is not used to long journeys.

It wasn't that I was physically weak enough to get seasick; it was just psychological.

tired.

The ground swayed constantly, and even the largest "luxury cruise ship" deployed by Daqian couldn't keep up with the passengers.

They seemed a little listless.

"Speaking of which, why not occupy this city-state?"

Zhuang Qing replied, "Tana, didn't you look at the nautical chart? Actually, there are other alternative routes. The reason we kept them is to let them compete for service capabilities. Anyway, the island is here, and whether the empire conquers it or not, it's still within the sphere of influence of the sea control."

After she finished speaking, she pointed to the port, where coastal defense artillery, military bases, and docks had been built.

It's not much different from the local products anymore.

Gedentana nodded thoughtfully, but seemed dazed and probably hadn't taken in much of what she was saying. She only felt better after getting ashore; otherwise, she would have been completely disoriented and confused.

On the other side, the city lord and Feng Tianyin talked about the lost island.

"...I have indeed heard that there are lost civilization ruins up there. Your Majesty, if you are going to explore it, be careful, because it has changed hands several times, but all of them have been cursed and perished. One after another, they rise and fall."

"Although your country conquered and developed that island, the evil things inside must not have been completely eradicated yet."

He offered his sincere advice.

Little did people know that Feng Tianyin was not afraid of trouble at all; she was afraid of nothing happening.

PS

Recommend a book with a relatively long text length.

Spy, Witch, and Playing House

【tangerine】

Miss Eline, who works for the Iron Alliance intelligence organization O-Duik, is an elite agent codenamed "Grey Falcon".

The shrewd and ruthless woman hates nothing more than onions, witches, and traitors who defect to the opposing camp.

Because cutting onions will make your eyes sting, a witch with a screw loose can cause strange occurrences, and as for enemies with ill intentions, cooking them will only get you a cup of sweet orange juice from the system.

In 963, Irene was sent to the treacherous city of Flint to deal with an unprecedented and difficult situation in human history.

"So, what problem do I need to solve this time? Infiltration? Subversion? Elimination of mutations?"

"...What do you mean by 'the most urgent thing is to get married'?"

"What kind of nonsense is this, asking me to cheat on my wife with someone else?!"

...

971 years.

"It's not that we can't eliminate the mutations, but that it's more cost-effective to summon her."

This is how Sylvia, the former secretary general of Iron League, commented.

This statement immediately sparked widespread discussion across all sectors of society.

The large-scale documentary "Stealing Food, Then Being Transformed into Shang Yang by a Yandere Witch" continues to air for you.

This is a story about a soft, golden little cake that overwhelms all sorts of strange, older female creatures.

Chapter 181 Traces of the Lost Empire (6K)

Lost Island.

After a long and winding voyage, the fleet finally arrived.

Although it is an island protruding from the continental shelf of the New World, it is quite large, more than enough to build a city.

The bustling and prosperous port welcomed the high priest's fleet.

"Welcome, Your Majesty."

Feng Tianyin was used to the cheers from below deck, and Zhuang Qing and Gegentana, who had recovered their spirits, also greeted them. Their presence together made the island's residents cheer even more.

Even after seeing their portraits and photos, they still can't compare to the real people.

That special aura, majesty, and psychic energy cannot be replicated; only those who have ascended to higher realms appear extraordinary.

"It's more bustling than I imagined."

Gedentana nodded in satisfaction; it seemed plausible.

The volcanic reef city-states where we stopped along the way were rather barren. Apart from the port area, which was built with aid from the Great Qian Dynasty, the rest of the city-states still had a primitive atmosphere, which was really unbearable and too backward.

In contrast, the island of Lost Home has not only established a protected area for the relics of that time, but has also developed coastal towns.

Win-win.

Although its administrative level is "county-level" in the temple system, its actual potential is far greater. The output value of the surrounding fishing, shipbuilding, and service industries is quite high, and it will surely become a dazzling pearl on the sea in the future.

However, it is not perfect either.

The harbor where the fleet docked still bears traces of typhoons, demonstrating that while the industrial age could withstand such turmoil, civilization would have been easily erased decades earlier.

"Your Majesty, your arrival has brought glory to the land, and even the weather has improved."

The resident clerk, of course, showered him with praise and beamed with joy.

That's true.