The young man seemed very excited, still somewhat impetuous even after inheriting the throne. Upon seeing Wang Wen land, he excitedly shouted, "Master, it really is you who has used magic to save the world!"
Wang Wen asked him with suspicion, "What brings you all this way?"
The young man dismounted, casually brushed the dust off his clothes, and said, "I came to tell you that the plague is under control, and you can stop using your supernatural powers now!"
Under control?
Wang Wen shook her head secretly.
To outsiders, the condition of the victims of this plague did appear to be improving.
But only Wang Wen knew that it was all temporary.
The viruses and bacteria are temporarily suppressed by the power of the oath.
At most, with the help of doctors and medicine, the immunity of some people was improved.
This makes it appear as if the plague has disappeared.
But this is purely an illusion.
Once the remaining power of the oath has completely dissipated and the virus regains its "fighting power," everything will return to normal.
However, Wang Wen did not intend to say these things to the public.
Instead of providing help, it may cause unnecessary panic.
He nodded to the young man. "Okay, I understand."
After saying that, it prepared to "fly" back into the sky.
The young emperor quickly continued, "Please wait a moment, sir, I have important matters to discuss with you."
Wang Wen looked at him amusedly. "You're the emperor now, why do you still call yourself 'Little Wang'? It's like you're always calling me that."
The young emperor smiled indifferently, "My current status is all bestowed upon me by a sage; how dare I call myself emperor?"
This kind of topic is a bit scary for ordinary people.
The people around were unsure how to handle the situation.
Pretend you didn't understand anything.
The emperor and the immortals were both smiling.
Quickly join in the laughter.
In no time at all.
A large group of people were laughing so hard they were doubled over because of two sentences that were not jokes at all.
Unaware bystanders pressed for details about the acquaintances in the front row.
The acquaintance laughed until tears streamed down his face, and breathlessly recounted the conversation between the emperor and the immortal.
Those unaware of the situation were slightly taken aback.
He then looked around, clapped his hands and laughed, and soon he was laughing so hard that he was covered in sweat, tears and snot streaming down his face.
Wang Wen glanced at the mentally ill people around her.
He shook his head helplessly and said to the young man, "Just tell me what it is."
The young man quickly bowed and said, "It's like this. The neighboring countries that you attacked before have all submitted, and the resettlement of your troops is proceeding in an orderly manner. Is there anything you need to instruct us on?"
"You're the emperor, you can handle this yourself. I have no other requests, just remember to pay the rewards to the activists in the grain distribution area." Upon hearing it was such a trivial matter, Wang Wen immediately lost interest and casually asked, "Is there enough gold? I'll give you a few more when my apprentice returns."
"That's more than enough." The young man nodded repeatedly, saying, "Brother Zhu has left me a huge mountain of gold; it's more than enough to cover the rewards from the various prefectures."
"That's fine then." Wang Wen nodded, sensing that the energy suppressing the plague was fading and becoming almost imperceptible.
He knew that time was running out.
A new wave of outbreaks is about to begin.
Wang Wen's brain was working at high speed, thinking of a solution.
I dare not continue using the " Unity with Heaven and Man " technique for the time being, so I can only swear an oath through the energy within my body.
Fortunately, thanks to the divine power provided by the common people, the energy level has been continuously expanding.
Perhaps we can find a "keyword" with lower consumption to continue suppressing the plague.
He gripped the Scepter tightly, carefully choosing his words, and immediately stopped drawing the Scepter if it was depleted too quickly.
The young man in front saw that Wang Wen was busy again.
I was quite puzzled.
The disease is already under control, so why is the expert still busy?
Why are highly skilled individuals busier than the emperor himself?
The young man hesitated for a moment and said, "Master, whether it's expanding our territory or relieving disasters, it's all ultimately your doing, an unparalleled achievement. I even believe you didn't need to cooperate with me at all; you could have simply replaced our dynasty. Why have you asked for nothing from the beginning? What is it that you seek after doing all this?"
Wang Wen watched him silently.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "If I said that all I want is for the people on this land to live a good life, would you believe me?"
"I believe you!" The young man seemed to have finally gotten the answer he wanted.
He exclaimed excitedly, "Is that so! You are undoubtedly either an immortal or a saint! I will have all my subjects build temples and shrines in your honor!"
Wang Wen seems to have gotten the answer she wanted.
She raised an eyebrow, somewhat intrigued.
Smiling, he said to the young man, "I agree with this. To be honest, I will soon 'ascend to heaven.' Before that, the more people I can make into my followers, the better. I know the name of the Demon has already spread, so you can continue to help me expand this faith. Even after I leave, you must continue to do so. I will come back to visit you when I have the chance."
The two reached an agreement.
Both sides were very excited.
The young man felt he was participating in a "great undertaking," possibly related to the celestial realm, which was even more exciting than being an emperor!
Wang Wen, on the other hand, experienced the wonders of divine power and wanted to obtain as much as possible, ideally with all the worlds within the tower worshipping her—perhaps that was true "infinity."
Everything was agreed upon.
The young man left, satisfied.
Several people walked out from behind, the one in the lead being Xue Chong.
He solemnly presented the light machine gun to Wang Wen, saying respectfully, "Master, I have fulfilled my mission. The handover of the Northern Kingdom has been successful, and I have come to return the treasure you bestowed upon me."
The people following behind opened the boxes one by one, each containing a gun with the same design.
Wang Wen nodded to him. "I'm giving them all to you. Please take good care of these people in our country and make sure they don't get killed by any evil people."
He paused.
He added, "Especially those who have already believed in me."
Xue Chong gripped the light machine gun tightly with both hands.
Their devout and sacred demeanor made it seem as if they were holding not a gun, but a divinely bestowed authority.
Seeing this, the young man spoke up, saying, "Rest assured, sir, I will issue an edict appointing Xue Bo Ru as the Grand General Protector of the Nation as soon as I return to the palace!"
Wang Wen gently reminded him, " Xue Chong's main task is to help me take care of the believers. You can ask him for help if you're in trouble, but don't use him as cannon fodder to fight tough battles for you, understand?"
The young man suddenly realized. "So Xue Bo Ru will be your personal guard from now on, Master!"
At this point, the young man, without any airs of an emperor, cupped his hands to Xue Chong and said, "Lord Xue, I hope you will take good care of me in the future!"
Xue Chong was so frightened that he almost dropped the gun in his hand.
He quickly lowered his gun and respectfully returned the salute to the young man, saying, "Your Majesty, I am deeply apprehensive! I will do my utmost to fulfill the trust placed in me by the esteemed man. Your Majesty's safety is also my greatest concern. I will act in my own best interests, for the sake of others, and to live up to the expectations of both the esteemed man and the emperor!"
"My dear minister!" The young man had thought that Xue Chong, having gained the favor of a master, would become arrogant and no longer respect the emperor.
Honestly, I don't have the guts to do anything to Xue Chong after the master leaves.
I won't say that an expert will question me.
The "magic weapons" in Xue Chong's possession alone are not something an ordinary person can handle.
He had witnessed the power of a light machine gun firsthand.
Therefore, when he saw that Wang Wen did not take back the magic weapon but directly bestowed it upon Xue Chong, the young man no longer regarded Xue Chong as his "soldier" but as an equal.
Unexpectedly, Xue Chong still respected him as always.
This deeply moved the young man, who quickly stepped forward and reached out to help him up.
Wang Wen watched the two of them, the emperor and his minister, cuddling and kissing passionately, and shook her head speechlessly. She prepared to take to the air to see Mo Ran had returned.
Just then, a straight plume of dust rose from the distance.
Someone rushed over, shouting an urgent report.