The world bows down, a million fierce soldiers suppress evil.
Under the heavens, the struggle of the grasshead kings has subsided, the realm is at peace, and within the Path, all the strange people of the Ten Families Sect have recognized the great trend and no longer dream of seizing wealth and glory with their skills.
Therefore, many believe that when the new emperor ascends the throne and the Luotian Festival begins, people will still worry about Tai Sui looming above, hoping to drive it out sooner rather than later; this is the greatest hope.
After all, it seems there is only this chance to expel Tai Sui. This was the result agreed upon by the Hu Family and the Outer World Immortals. The hearts of the people are scattered, but if there is a moment when the will of the masses is united, and wishing power surges, it would be when the new emperor ascends the throne.
"Nonsense!"
At this time, it was Mingzhou King Yang Gong, who had taken over Shangjing, who directly denied this.
Facing countless skilled people within the Path, he calmly replied, "What new emperor ascending the throne, the will of the masses united?"
"Others might not know, but I do. The only ones happy about the new emperor ascending the throne are me and my brothers who fought for fortune with me. What does it matter to the common people?"
"People don't care who becomes emperor. In their eyes, the new emperor ascending the throne is worthless. If you want to see the will of the masses united, conducting Luotian Festival, you must wait until the crops are strong, the rain is plentiful, the granaries are full, and the grasses lush!"
"When people are full and can see extra grains, that is the real time to welcome the unity of the people's hearts during the suppression of evil!"
"..."
Regarding the skills within the Path, Yang Gong had never even touched the threshold of entering the Mansion, yet his words astonished many skilled people, including the Reincarnator Er Guotou, and suddenly awakened them, leading to many inquiries.
"I'm not in a hurry to become emperor. What is mine is mine."
"So, the Luotian Festival will be set after autumn when people can see food in their mouths."
"Before this, if you support me, let all the strange people under heaven travel the world to suppress evil, reassure the people, drive away demons, and appease ghosts."
"Where the rain is insufficient, help them pray for rain; where the land is not fertile, bestow them blessed land; where people are uneasy, help them cure diseases and eliminate plagues; where heaven and earth are unsettled, help them avert disasters and solve difficulties."
"When the tillers have their fields, the young have their nurturing, and the old have their grain, why fear not winning the hearts of the people like a dragon?"
"..."
Having enlightened the people within the Path, he ordered, "Return the farmers to the fields, disband the fierce soldiers, reclaim wasteland, exempt taxes, and encourage food production."
With this order, the world welcomed good times.
Now under this heaven, it was precisely the time of spring and summer, when provisions were scarce, but due to the Master of Zhensui Mansion seizing Purple Qi from Da'ai Mountain, even the dark Tai Sui turned white, and the people had food to fill their stomachs.
Having seen the end of the blade and soldier disasters, they gained strength to cultivate, and with Purple Qi returned to the human world, everywhere became harmonious with the winds and rains, crops grew robust, making farmers simply happy just to look at them.
For those within the Path, these six months were somewhat astonishing.
Seeing this rolling Purple Qi returning to the human world, they understood that between heaven and earth, the balance should be light, and it was believed that Tai Sui was devouring the bones and absorbing the marrow, taking away the weight of the world. It turned out, much of the weight was taken by Douyi, so how much could Tai Sui have seized?
There were No-Eating Bull Disciples, walking ghosts across the world, and members of the Ten Families Sect treating evil and reassuring people across the land.
With the decree from the King of Shangjing exempting taxes and encouraging food production, the fierce soldiers overwhelmed the grasslands of the earth, and as far as the south and the north, the shadows of people farming in the fields grew ever more numerous.
By the time summer turned to spring, the fields nurtured by Purple Qi were already full of grain and swollen ears, and the people of the world were already full of joy.
They heard that the world would be exempt from taxes for three years, and all these fields would be collected into their own granaries, a happiness and sense of security beyond description by words.
Those skilled in observing Qi, viewed the world from Shangjing.
They saw the ascent of fortune, countless times stronger than when Yang Gong first entered Shangjing, finally confirming that in terms of observing the fortune of the living world, it was that half-Path outsider, the Ming King, who saw most accurately.
Interestingly, there were many who were dissatisfied with Yang Gong becoming emperor, many who hated him. If he had been eager to conduct the Luotian Festival upon entering Shangjing, outwardly unified, in truth, who knows how many harbored ill intentions amongst the crowd.
But now, with the hearts of the people across the world united, even their slight dissatisfaction was drowned out.
In some places, there were even ambitious people who saw Yang Gong entering Shangjing but delaying ascension to the throne, believing he lacked the mandate of heaven, spreading rumors:
They claimed Yang Gong was a demon falling from heaven, wanting to remove Tai Sui, taking away the work upon which the people of the world relied for survival, stirring people's hearts to protect Tai Sui, eliminate the Ming King. Without needing troops from Shangjing, he could be eliminated by the No-Eating Bull Disciples.
Blue fields turned yellow in the blink of an eye.
The time of the cycle had arrived, the azure heaven turned into the imperial heaven, and it was also when the Ming King officially ascended the throne, gathering all capable people for the Luotian Festival.
Upon the new emperor's ascension, the ancestral hall would be established, and it was time for the Hu Family Ancestral Hall to leave the capital.
Ming King Yang Gong, however, brought only a limping little ghost the day before, arriving in front of the ancestral hall. The limping little ghost sniffed and at last confirmed the familiar scent, kowtowing several times, loudly exclaiming, "Good fortune to Old Master Hu," but no response came.
In the end, with its not-so-clever head tilted, it stealthily took out a piece of Blood Food from its sleeve and placed it in front of Hu Ma.
"Brother, the longer I delay, the longer you can enjoy the incense here. I hope it can help you."
Yang Gong, facing Hu Ma under the green domed tent, did not kneel this time, but instead conversed as equals, like their first meeting: "They all talk about moving the ancestral hall and replacing it with my family's tablet, but as I grew up, what ancestors or forefathers do I have?"
