Jiang Yu, bathed in light and shadow, was already dressed in a yellow robe, causing a stir among the onlookers, who all leaned back slightly.
Time flows at different rates in the two worlds.
It was already the morning of the third day in the Imperial Capital.
Although the Celestial Person Trial was important, state affairs still needed to be dealt with. Emperor Jingtai was busy until late last night, and when he woke up, he found that he had fallen asleep in the Imperial Study.
Outside the study, a eunuch in purple robes, hearing the emperor's movements, quickly handed him a hot towel to wipe his face.
"His Majesty has awakened."
"How is the Map of Mountains and Rivers '?" Jingtai asked through the towel, his face covered.
He had people take turns watching the Map of Mountains and Rivers, and they were to report any unusual activity to him immediately.
"His Highness the Crown Prince follows your teachings and promotes the prestige of our Great Yu in the Heavenly Human City, which shows that His Highness also cares about the national dignity," the purple-robed eunuch said, bowing his head.
"How was it publicized?"
Emperor Jingtai filtered out the flowery words in the text.
"His Highness is in the Heavenly Human City, and has already discussed with the other Celestials his ascension to the throne."
The purple-robed eunuch coughed lightly. "He wants to establish a new Great Yu!"
Emperor Jingtai: "?"
He rose and walked out of the imperial study with the purple-robed eunuch, and as he looked up, he saw the Map of Mountains and Rivers .
At the same time, Jiang Yu was standing in the main hall of the Celestial Clan, dressed in a yellow robe:
"From this day forward, the Celestial Clan will have no leader, only an Emperor! This position will be held by the strongest innate being within the clan, and the Divine Sword will be the symbol of the Emperor."
You could tell from Jiang Yu's tone that he couldn't hide his excitement and anticipation for the future.
"Then how is he different from the chief?"
Some of the Celestials were born merely blue and were not qualified to participate in council discussions, hence their confusion.
The Heavenly Human City has never had an emperor, and no one knows what that means.
"The leader is only in charge of the affairs of my Celestial Clan, while the Emperor is the common ruler of the Heavenly Human City and must be concerned about the three cities. If anyone is willing, they can compete with me. We can start by having two Emperors compete."
Jiang Yu appeared very generous and magnanimous, not acting out of personal gain.
"Concerned about the three cities? Does that mean you also have to take care of the mortals in the human city?"
"Forget it, being an emperor is too tiring and exhausting. I won't take it."
"Since Jiang Yu is so capable, I think you should take on this heavy responsibility."
The Celestial Clan members waved their hands repeatedly, as they were going to listen to Jiang Yu anyway.
In their view, whether Jiang Yu should take charge of the underground city and the human city or not makes no difference to them; this reform only increases the burden on Jiang Yu himself.
They thought Jiang Yu was actually quite nice.
"Emperor Jiang, the underground city is easy to deal with. As long as we subdue the strongest person in the underground city and make the rest of the people in the underground city obey our orders, it is not difficult. But what about the human city?"
"Yes, the human city is vast, yet it lacks a leader and consists of scattered small villages. Although they respect the Celestial Clan, they may not necessarily submit to them."
"Even if they submit, how should they be managed?"
Most of the Celestials focus on themselves.
The reason they chose a leader in the first place was that they hoped someone capable of handling all matters, big and small, so they could have an easy life.
Moreover, the method Jiang Yu described was indeed helpful for them to resist natural disasters.
"Let the people of the dungeon handle that; we just need to be good gods who receive worship."
Jiang Yu smiled and said, "As for the people of the City of People... fifty years from now, when natural disasters strike, they will be powerless to protect themselves and will naturally beg to submit to our rule."
Rencheng, Dawang Village.
Autumn arrived in the blink of an eye, the harvest season. A refreshing breeze swept across the wheat fields, creating golden waves of grain.
The villagers, carrying their farm tools, arrived in the fields in small groups, ready to begin the autumn harvest.
However, as soon as they arrived, they saw the village's blacksmith, Little Li, standing on the narrow path.
The village chief laughed and said, "Since you're here early, why don't you harvest your own grain first? What are you waiting for us for?"
"I'm afraid if I harvest too quickly, I'll finish before the sun is high in the sky, and then I'll have to do all the work for you." Li Mo swept down the weeds beside him with a wooden stick, like a lonely, peerless master.
Everyone smiled, and a few children ran up to Li Mo, calling him "Brother Li" and wanting to borrow his "good sword" to play with.
"Oh, you have the strength, I admit it, but experience counts, and my skills are far superior to yours."
"Then let's have a competition. Let's see what they're made of."
Li Mo didn't just laugh it off as usual.
"Let's compare!"
"Brother Li, when the village chief was young, he was the best harvester in our village. You can't beat him just because you're strong."
"Let's see what they're made of!"
The villagers clapped and cheered.
An old man and a young boy each picked up a sickle and went into the wheat field, clearing a golden path through it, unable to see each other.
But gradually, the old village chief could no longer hear Li Mo's voice. He smiled to himself, thinking that he had probably left the kid behind.
But not long after, they heard the children outside shouting, "Brother Li won!"
The old village chief dropped his sickle and ran out, and sure enough, he saw Li Mo standing at the finish line, not even sweating, his wheat-colored face full of hearty smiles.
"You can't deny getting old... but you're getting old way too fast."
"Yeah, Brother Li just burrowed in like a gopher, from one end to the other."
The villagers were all amazed; even wild boars couldn't root up the fields this fast.
A formidable opponent (the village chief) + the villain's skepticism (the children) + the shocked onlookers = a brilliant public display of divine power!
Nobody knows how to perform miracles in front of others better than me!
Li Mo was in high spirits and waved his hand, saying, "Actually, it was the Fairy Goddess who taught me some martial arts. I practiced it and it worked really well for harvesting wheat."
"Did the Celestial Goddess teach you that?"
"Ah, Your Highness can even use a sickle?"
"Hmph, let alone a scythe, she can even wield a hammer. Otherwise, how could she be an omnipotent Celestial?"
Li Mo stood tall with his chest out and hands on his hips, looking very proud.
"That's right, Brother Li, please teach me."
"I want to learn too!"
When it came to the possibility of using it for farming, the villagers became very enthusiastic and eager to learn, not afraid of delaying the autumn harvest.
Sharpening your axe won't delay your woodcutting; everyone understands this simple principle.
Not far away, Ying Bing looked at Li Mo, who was surrounded by a crowd, and couldn't help but smile.
No wonder he insisted on changing his martial arts style towards the direction of hammers and farm tools.
Swords and knives are more lethal, but the villagers don't know how to use them, nor would they use them.
They toil in the fields, their faces to the earth and their backs to the sky. As long as they have enough to eat, they start with farm tools and practice diligently without needing anyone to urge them on.
He has always been very smart.
I only act like a child when I'm with her.