"It seems we need to prepare for becoming immortals," Yaochi said with a smile. "Historically speaking, Jiajing will definitely agree to our conditions."

"Has the human calamity passed?" Bi asked.

“It should be over by now,” Li Qianxia said uncertainly. “They killed so many people, and Shao Yuanjie is dead too, leaving only Tao Zhongwen.”

It wasn't that Li Qianxia looked down on Tao Zhongwen; in this era where no one could become an immortal, numbers mattered.

“We cannot underestimate him,” Yaochi said, staring at Tao Zhongwen’s expression in the water screen. “This man is hiding something from Jiajing; he sees a clearer future.”

“Hmm—” Li Qianxia sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), soles of her feet pressed together, left hand supporting right hand, right hand supporting her chin, “An enemy who knows the future is indeed very dangerous.”

“There are still those players who haven’t made a move yet,” Yang Qinglan said. “There may be more than just the four of us who are trying to transcend tribulation and become immortals, and there are more than just Bi and the others who are trying to stop us.”

"I have a feeling... that with Shao Yuanjie dead, this calamity has only just begun?" Li Qianxia looked up at them.

"Do you think becoming an immortal is so easy?" Li Changzhou glanced at her, trying to correct her tourist mentality.

"This time it went quite smoothly." Compared to Li Changzhou's lecturing, Yaochi smiled warmly, "Your brother overwhelmed the Four Dragon Kings right from the start, caused snow in the capital, and gained Jiajing's trust—"

"The snowfall is all thanks to Miss Yang." Li Changzhou smiled with even more pride than if he had done it himself.

"It was a joint effort by the two of them." Yang Qinglan pursued objectivity and fairness.

She then added, "Only by working together could the two of them gain Jiajing's trust under those circumstances, through a single snowfall."

"—Then came New Year's Eve," Yaochi continued, "and then came the killing of the four great dragon kings, followed by the siege of twelve immortals. Any one of us facing these situations alone would at best fail the mission; one wrong move and we'd be dead."

"Now that you mention it, it sounds really difficult." Li Qianxia realized, "I only managed to do it twice for such a difficult task, and I ended up eating watermelon seeds all over the place."

Yaochi laughed and said, "Now you understand why I'm so determined to have your brother, right?"

Li Qianxia giggled like a little girl, cracking sunflower seeds as she shook her head and said, "I don't understand, I don't understand. I'm only fifteen years old, I don't understand the thoughts of you twenty-year-old uncles and aunts."

She's the one who said twenty is still a young girl!

Bi glanced at her sideways, the blonde, blue-eyed little girl looking at her with disdain.

Yang Qinglan looked at Li Changzhou and saw that he was deep in thought. She asked him softly, "What are you thinking about?"

"A golden crown." Li Changzhou raised his eyes. "What materials should a golden crown made of, capable of withstanding the dragon vein, be? Is it possible to manipulate it?"

"Make a fuss about it? You're going to skimp on it? No way, what's there to embezzle?" Li Qianxia leaned back on the couch and spat the sunflower seed shells into a dish with a "pfft".

The table collapsed, revealing five female Russian players and five of Yaochi's subordinates. These ten people sat in groups of five around a large round table, on which was laid out all sorts of food.

After all, we are modern people. Although we are in a superior-subordinate relationship, we still get along casually most of the time, eating and drinking as we please.

"Do you want to bring the Golden Crown back to reality?" Yang Qinglan asked.

“Yes.” Li Changzhou nodded. “One of the effects of my origin is that, as long as I have enough permissions and game currency, I can exchange for any item in the game after the game ends.”

"Only those with the Zhu family bloodline can use the Dragon Vein, so what use is it?" Yaochi asked.

“So we need to make a fuss about it,” Li Changzhou said. “The Zhu family was not born emperors. The imperial lineage has never belonged to his family. As long as there is someone who is more favored by the imperial lineage than Jiajing, they are qualified to wear the golden crown.”

“I understand the logic—it's changed from a fixed-number election for Jiajing to a competitive election.” Li Qianxia slowed down her sunflower seed eating. “But what can this golden crown do?”

“Yeah, what’s the point of it? I’m too lazy to even wear the crown. If you want it, I’ll give it to you,” Bi said.

"Princess..." the five Russian female players wanted to say.

Can the Tsar's crown be given away so easily?!

"So we need to make a statement." Li Changzhou repeated the same point.

After a moment's thought, he smiled and said, "How about collecting all the Taoist books in the world? Jiajing will definitely give his full support."

Yang Qinglan nodded in agreement, then looked at him and smiled with a hint of teasing, "Can you afford it?"

He hissed as if he had a toothache, and looked at Yaochi: "Besides the funeral business, do you have any loan-related business? Tell me about it."

Jokes aside—the loan is real. Next, the fifteen people work together to deduce Tao Zhongwen's next move and how to deal with the players when they encounter them.

"What are your thoughts on the materials for crafting the Golden Crown?" Li Changzhou asked finally.

"The only thing I can think of that can restrain the dragon veins and imprint scriptures is the Imperial Seal," Yaochi said with a smile.

"The Imperial Seal... is indeed the best choice."

“There are also Buddhist golden statues,” Yang Qinglan said thoughtfully.

"A Buddhist golden statue?" Li Changzhou looked at her.

“I’ve been thinking about faith lately, so I thought of this—Buddhist golden statues embody the faith of all beings, and scriptures are often engraved on them,” Yang Qinglan explained.

Li Changzhou nodded slowly.

"So, Taoism... oh, the Three Pure Ones of Taoism are all made of mud." Li Qianxia continued to ponder, chewing on a chicken foot.

"Besides these, there are the golden statues of Confucius, Guan Yu, Zhuge Liang, and others, but compared to Buddhist golden statues, the faith in them is certainly not as strong as that of the latter," Yang Qinglan said.

"Then let's choose the imperial seal and the Buddhist golden statue," Li Changzhou decided.

"The imperial seal is one thing, but Jiajing has already been dealt with by your feigned indifference," Yaochi said, looking at him with a smile in her eyes. "The Buddhist golden statue... if you're sure, it's going to be another disaster."

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