Visitors from Treasure Island

Compared with external conflicts, internal conflicts were the truly frightening ones.

Once feudal superstition and all that misguided nonsense reared their heads again, the consequences for technological development across the Xia Kingdom would be devastating.

Zhang Hongxing was an immortal cultivator, and had even reached the Immortal Venerable level.

Yet that had only broadened his perspective.

Science could accomplish what immortal cultivation could, and even do it better. At the very least, science could allow everyone to enjoy the conveniences it brought.

Immortal cultivation, on the other hand, ultimately benefited only a small minority.

The path of immortal cultivation was also rife with bloodshed.

After all, cultivation resources were finite.

The higher one's level, the more cultivation resources one needed. If Zhang Hongxing had not unexpectedly developed a lightning spirit through a mutation, allowing him to raise his level directly by absorbing the energy of lightning,

whether he could ever have reached the rank of Immortal Venerable would have been anyone's guess.

Now he had returned to Earth, where his family lived, where the people of the Xia Kingdom shared his skin color and bloodline.

Naturally, he could not lead it down a road of no return.

"Hello, is this the front desk? Could you put me through to your lobby manager? Don't worry, I'm not making a complaint. I just need to ask a favor. All right." Beep, beep...

"Hello, this is Zhang Hongxing in Room 1815. Please prepare a fairly large conference room for me. I'll need it at ten tomorrow morning. Please also arrange for some staff to guide any reporters who come looking for me to the conference room. As for the cost, I've already scanned the payment code and transferred eighty thousand. You can check."

The lobby manager hung up in bewilderment and rose from