Chapter 683: Yue Fei: Gentlemen, With Me, Let Us Humbly Welcome the Founding Emperor

Bianliang.

After ending their casual chat, Zhao Kuangyin became more serious than ever before.

He took Yue Fei's affairs very seriously, just as Zhu Yuanzhang took Zhu Youjian and Zhu Wushi's worlds seriously.

In the Song world, the emperor's lineage was passed down in unbroken succession—a natural alliance of interests.

What the Ming Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang could conceive, Zhao Kuangyin could certainly conceive too.

The Ming Emperor sought to use the chat group to link all the heavenly Ming realms together, uniting their strength to forge a force belonging to Great Ming.

With the golden reputation of Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang, the prospects for this plan were extremely promising.

Sometimes, simply invoking the name of one's ancestors brings so many advantages.

And the other world's Great Mings, using the name of their ancestor Zhu Yuanzhang, reaped immense benefits as well.

They could prove they were following the Mandate of Heaven, win the people's hearts, and act under the authority of the Great Ming alliance.

It was a win-win situation.

And he, as the Song Taizu with ID "640," was naturally a top-tier figure in the Song alliance, so he could simply copy this plan.

"It's a pity I joined the group too late—many Song worlds have already been absorbed by Lord Daojun," Zhao Kuangyin sighed regretfully. "Otherwise, the Song alliance would have been stronger than the Ming alliance."

He shook his head, shaking off all those regrets from his mind.

"For now, focus on Yue Fei's side first. We haven't even conquered one world yet—thinking too far ahead is useless."

"Someone!"

At his command, Eunuchs and guards hurried forward.

"Your Majesty!"

"Come with me to inspect the Heavenly Dragon Guard!"

With a wave of his hand, true qi surged upward, lifting the entire group into the air as they headed toward the camp beyond the city.

This move instantly stunned the guards and Eunuchs.

"This… Your Majesty has truly become an immortal!"

"Your Majesty is Lord Daojun's emissary on earth—such divine power is entirely reasonable."

Soon, the guards and Eunuchs found their justifications and convinced themselves.

Their gaze toward Zhao Kuangyin grew even more reverent.

Zhao Kuangyin flew openly through the sky, only several hundred meters high—any citizen of Bianliang who looked up could see his procession.

Within moments, the entire city erupted.

"Has the Emperor become an immortal?"

"Our Song Emperor is a god!"

Many foreign merchants fell to their knees, bowing repeatedly, gazing skyward with worshipful eyes.

The more backward a civilization, the more superstitious its people.

These foreign merchants were deeply superstitious, originally worshipping only their own deities.

Now, seeing Zhao Kuangyin in the sky, their worship for deities shifted entirely to him.

Immortals who manifest miracles are naturally more revered than those who do not.

"Song is truly the center of the world—its Emperor has become an immortal, something no small backwater could match."

"Sigh, I only hope His Majesty will allow us to settle in Song—perhaps one day, we too may gain the chance to become immortals."

"Hmph, you foreigners are dreaming too big—we haven't even benefited yet, let alone you?"

"Exactly!"

"…"

Outside the city.

Shouts rang out as soldiers, clad in iron armor and wielding steel spears, trained in thrusting motions.

The steel spears and iron armor were clearly not products of this era—gleaming brightly, they reflected a cold, icy sheen under the sun.

Upon closer inspection, the soldiers carried bows on their backs—not of this era, but modern industrial compound bows—and their arrows were mass-produced, cheap and effective.

In addition, each soldier carried a steel canteen and a short knife.

All of these were Su Xiao's creations.

As someone backed by a nation, possessing a modern industrial system, producing weapons for an ancient society was truly overkill.

In modern society, with machine tools and materials, producing weapons for tens of thousands of ancient soldiers posed no difficulty even for a small factory.

"Excellent weapons," Zhao Kuangyin praised from above the clouds. "The technology of the future is truly remarkable. Once I've settled my affairs here, I'll buy a production line—then I'll manufacture weapons myself!"

As he praised, he landed atop the raised platform before the camp.

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, ten thousand years!"

Gao Huaide, seeing Zhao Kuangyin arrive, immediately ordered the soldiers to salute.

Though they had trained for only a few days, the army already obeyed orders with perfect discipline and flawless synchronization.

Zhao Kuangyin watched, thoroughly satisfied.

"An army trained from decent families is vastly superior to one trained from ruffians."

"Huaide, how many men are in the Heavenly Dragon Guard now?"