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And just like that, the Beautiful Daoist Nun took up residence in the Celestial Master’s Mansion.

The servants of the mansion found it a bit strange, but on second thought, it wasn’t strange at all.

A Daoist Nun and the Celestial Master... they weren’t an odd pairing, really.

In fact, they seemed a better match than the Commandery Princess and the Celestial Master, or the mysterious female Swordsman and the Celestial Master.

Although Wu Ai lived in the Celestial Master’s Mansion, she acted like an outsider.

Sometimes, she wouldn’t be seen for an entire day.

Other times, she could be found admiring the flowers in the garden.

When the mood struck, she would even mimic Du Youqian, flying to the rooftop to practice her swordplay.

When she saw Du Youqian, she would sometimes fall silent right after greeting him.

But if she had something she wanted to discuss with him, she would speak up naturally.

She spoke when she had something to say and was silent otherwise, never making small talk for the sake of it.

Du Youqian actually found this quite refreshing.

He found the time to make a trip to the Hundred Thousand Mountains and brought Little Wukong back.

When Wu Ai first saw Little Wukong’s intelligent, human-like demeanor, she was a little surprised, but the thought that ’This is a demon’ never crossed her mind.

After that, she never suspected a thing.

She made no secret of her fondness for Little Wukong. And because Little Wukong liked to stay by Du Youqian’s side, she found herself near Du Youqian much more often as well.

She tried all sorts of ways to amuse and please Little Wukong—feeding him treats, combing his fur, and even using her Magical Power to soothe his meridians... Du Youqian put a stop to that last one, afraid she might discover the abnormalities in Little Wukong’s body.

However, it was only around Little Wukong that she would act as cute as a teenage girl.

At all other times, she maintained her otherworldly, ethereal air, as if she didn’t belong in the Human World.

Du Youqian would occasionally think with a touch of malice, ’Beautiful Daoist Nun, why are you always so prim and proper? Doesn’t it get tiring?’

’You have to shit and fart like everyone else, so why pretend to be a fairy!’

But then he would have a second thought: ’She seems to have been Fasting for a long time and doesn’t need to eat. Eating, drinking, and excreting... those things really might not have anything to do with her.’

Suddenly, he had nothing to retort with, not even in his own head.

Later, Du Youqian came to understand that she wasn’t deliberately putting on airs.

That demeanor had truly seeped into her very bones, becoming her unique temperament.

It was like Fang Hua, from whom people naturally sensed a sharp Sword Intent.

Or Lin Sha—anyone who saw her knew she was a Demoness.

It was an indescribable quality. Even if Lin Sha dressed conservatively, never flirted with her eyes, and didn’t even wear makeup, she still exuded the air of a Demoness.

As for this immortal-like temperament, Du Youqian couldn’t say he liked or disliked it.

But as his interactions with Wu Ai increased, the accumulation of small moments made his fondness for her grow day by day.

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Du Youqian’s sixtieth birthday was fast approaching.

Two years ago, before he had even returned to the Wu Kingdom and was still in the process of Core Formation, the Nine Countries had already begun preparing for his birthday celebration.

It must be emphasized that this wasn’t truly about currying favor with him. Given Du Youqian’s crucial standing, his birthday celebration was a significant political event. Anyone in officialdom understood its importance for boosting national cohesion across all classes, strengthening the common people’s faith in their country, and even maintaining public order.

The preparations for the Celestial Master’s birthday celebration were spearheaded by the Ministry of Rites in each of the Nine Countries, with many other departments working in concert.

They had to make it grand, yet they also had to consider the Celestial Master’s principles of governance and not over-exert the populace or squander resources. This left the Ministers of the Ministry of Rites in charge of the preparations feeling utterly frazzled.

They even had to prepare two sets of plans for the celebration: one for if the Celestial Master himself returned, and another for if he remained abroad, his whereabouts unknown.

Due to different geographical locations, and especially because they were under the jurisdiction of Immortal Sects from different camps, the various countries had vast differences in national character, lifestyle, customs, and even the way their officials handled matters.

For example, in the countries of the Demon Sect Camp, officials were somewhat unscrupulous in their methods, and their moral bottom line was extremely flexible. They cared only for results, not the process.

In the countries of the Profound Sects Orthodox Camp, officials were comparatively more upright and rule-abiding. Even if it meant a job wasn’t done well, the rules could not be broken. They placed greater emphasis on procedural justice.

Of course, this was just one example; the disparities existed in every aspect.

It was precisely because of these many differences that, with less than a month until Du Youqian’s birthday, some of the countries in the Profound Sects Orthodox Camp had yet to complete their preparations.

The four countries of the Demon Sect Camp, however, had all completed their preparations for the celebration.

Du Youqian paid no attention to any of this.

After all, even if they weren’t ready, they would be forced to proceed when the time came.

Besides, in an era of such low productivity, wasn’t it normal for a few problems to arise during a large-scale celebration? There was no need to make a fuss.

However, taking the practical situation into account, Du Youqian eventually sent a notice to every country: the celebration in each nation was to last for only one hour.

Then, the schedule for the Celestial Master’s appearance would have to be adjusted accordingly.

This was because Du Youqian needed time to travel between them.

He had to manage his time well to make an appearance at every country’s celebration.

Soon, the day of Du Youqian’s birthday arrived.

The atmosphere had been building for a month.

Countless people from out of town had rushed to the Capital City recently.

The inns were long since full, and many people had no choice but to wander the streets.

Ultimately, the Government Office arranged for the out-of-towners to stay in the homes of residents with spare rooms, with the government covering the cost of room and board.

This was not an order from Du Youqian. Rather, after his decades of reform, the Government Office of the Wu Kingdom had finally learned to solve problems from a "people-first" perspective.

And Du Youqian was very satisfied with the actual results.

Early in the morning, Du Youqian used Sword Control to fly into the sky, watching the city below awaken.

The city’s layout was not much different from forty years ago.

But in the details, there had been earth-shattering changes.

The biggest change was in the people.

They were more confident, had more self-respect, and as they became more prosperous, they also developed a greater sense of compassion. As the granaries fill, the people learn etiquette.

All of this was the result of his efforts.

Back when he was a powerful court official, he could never have achieved this.

But in this life as the National Preceptor, he could truly decide many issues with a single word, without having to consider any political forces or make any compromises.

Only then could he finally achieve what he had today.

A faint sense of satisfaction rose in Du Youqian’s heart.

In his life as a powerful official, a scene like this was what he had dreamed of.

And now that his dream had finally come true, Du Youqian felt his state of mind seem to stabilize another level.

At Chen Hour, the celebration officially began.

To accommodate more people, the ceremony was held on the outskirts of the city, in a large plaza that had been cleared at great expense of manpower and resources.

One hundred thousand soldiers and civilians packed the plaza, with three times that number watching from the periphery.

Twenty thousand soldiers were deployed on-site to maintain order. The fanatical atmosphere could turn any ordinary person into a rioter, so it had to be taken seriously.

On the majestic high platform, the Emperor gave a speech, the honor guard marched, and the Daoist Children cultivated by the Grass Tower Temple over the years chanted Daoist Scripture to pray for the Celestial Master’s fortune...

Then came the disciples from the Shengxuan Sect, making a friendly guest appearance. Forcing smiles, they performed Magic to enhance the atmosphere, pushing the celebration to its climax.

But they were not the main attraction.

The main attraction—the Celestial Master, still appearing as a youthful Young Man—made his entrance via Sword Control, landing on the Jade Chariot in the center of the field.

Several Foundation Establishment Disciples, gathered from the various Sects of the Wu Kingdom, lifted the Jade Chariot and circled it through the air above the plaza.

The hundreds of thousands below roared fanatically, "Long live the National Preceptor!"

The sheer force of their voices seemed capable of collapsing mountains, diverting rivers, and splitting the earth. Anyone with a weaker will would have been lost in it.

Du Youqian, however, remained perfectly clear-headed. ’All of this is a means, not an end.’

’Just scenery along the way, not the destination of the journey.’

After a brief appearance, the ceremony continued, while Du Youqian—accompanied by Fang Hua and the Beautiful Daoist Nun, with Little Wukong in tow—boarded the Treasure, the Thousand-Mile Shuttle. Powered by Spiritual Diamonds, they hurried off to the next country...

A similar scene soon played out in the Yue Kingdom.

Then came the Han Kingdom, the Jin Kingdom, and so on...

Eventually, he had made a round through all Nine Countries.

Sitting inside the Thousand-Mile Shuttle, Du Youqian felt a torrent of Human Dao fortune, several times stronger than usual, surge into his body.

’If only I could collect this much every day in the future...’

Of course, that was impossible.

Today’s celebration was akin to a religious ceremony, whipping the people into a state of excitement and fervor.

However, if productivity developed further in the future and the population grew, there was still a chance of achieving this goal.

Currently, the total population of the Nine Countries of the Momenan Desert was about one billion.

Given the land area of Momenan, it could actually support five times that population.

Du Youqian felt a bit frustrated with their lack of ambition.

’You are the embers of the Human Race’s civilization!’

’How can you be so passive and lazy about procreation!’

’Reproduce! Reproduce for me with all your might!’

Next, once the administrative reforms in the Nine Countries reached a certain stage, Du Youqian planned to begin promoting more advanced agricultural and breeding techniques to ensure the Nine Countries had a stable food supply.

He would also promote construction technology and medical and public health practices, building more infrastructure so the cities of each country could support higher population densities without suffering from epidemics or squalor.

Naturally, this would be accompanied by measures to encourage childbirth, educational reforms, and more.

Du Youqian was confident that by his one-hundredth birthday, he could double the population of the entire world!

People’s lives would be more stable and prosperous, and their level of education would be higher!

At that time, the Human Dao Fortune he harvested daily might be even greater than it was today.

He had to do everything possible to break through to the Golden Core Late Stage within a century.

Lest a long night beget more troubles!

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