Jiang Yan had no intention of lecturing Morax about anything.
If the man wanted to observe Liyue from the perspective of a human, that was entirely his own business.
"So, Consultant Zhongli—do you think what I just did was right or wrong?"
Jiang Yan set down his teacup and asked.
Since they were in the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor, Jiang Yan avoided calling Morax by his true name.
"Well… the method was a bit extreme, but the results were good."
Even as an employee of the Funeral Parlor, Morax neither approved nor denied Jiang Yan's approach.
"You're really good at saying a whole lot of nothing."
Jiang Yan rolled his eyes.
"If I'd known you were here, what did I even come for? You could've handled it yourself."
"Immortal, you jest. I am but a mere mortal. I may pride myself on some learning, but when faced with such matters, I am hardly competent."
Hearing Morax pretend to be helpless, Jiang Yan's mouth twitched.
Oh, please. A mere mortal?
What kind of mortal lives for several thousand years and acts like it's nothing?
"Fine, fine. You keep busy. Liyue's got plenty going on—I still have documents I haven't finished processing."
Jiang Yan felt the conversation going nowhere and prepared to slip away.
"Mhm. Immortal, take care. Come visit when you have time."
Morax stood and patted Jiang Yan's shoulder with a smile.
The meaning was obvious—he was telling him not to reveal that he worked here.
Heh… seriously…
Jiang Yan gave a dry laugh.
"Alright, alright, I get it. I'm leaving."
He waved at Morax and walked out.
"Eh? Immortal, you're leaving already?"
Hu Ming walked in just in time to see Jiang Yan about to depart.
"Ah, I suddenly remembered I have some matters to take care of. I need to head back."
Jiang Yan cupped his hands toward Hu Ming with a smile.
"When I have time, I'll come again."
"…Alright then. I'll see you out."
There was a trace of disappointment on Hu Ming's face. He hadn't even had the chance to properly host the Immortal yet.
"No need. Stay."
Jiang Yan waved him off, tapped the ground lightly, and soared toward the distant Yuehai Pavilion.
Hu Ming remained where he stood, watching the Immortal's figure vanish into the distance.
He couldn't help but sigh:
"Immortals…"
The following days passed peacefully.
After Jiang Yan implemented his "Rest and Recuperation" policy, both the economy and people's livelihood in Liyue experienced tremendous growth.
In the 17th year of Liyue, Hu Ming led many Wangsheng Funeral Parlor members across the land, dealing with plagues that could break out at any time.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yan immediately dispatched the Millelith to accompany them, and ordered all local Millelith units to fully cooperate with the Funeral Parlor.
This was all Jiang Yan could do.
The boundary between life and death would have to be established by Hu Ming and his descendants.
This was not something that could be completed within a single generation.
It was because the dead devoured the living's domain that plagues spread.
Only through generations of effort to restore the boundary could life and death return to balance.
What Jiang Yan had to do was ensure the Liyue government fully supported the Funeral Parlor—
Funds? They'd provide funds.
Manpower? They'd provide manpower.
After all, Liyue's big boss, Morax himself, was serving as a consultant inside the Funeral Parlor…
After several generations of development, under the fifth director, in Liyue Year 281, the Funeral Parlor finally established the Border of Life and Death at Wuwang Hill, restoring balance.
Jiang Yan praised this achievement greatly, even handing over Wuwang Hill's administration to the Funeral Parlor.
After all, a boundary of life and death was not something ordinary mortals should be exposed to.
Jiang Yan's Rest and Recuperation policy continued until Liyue Year 300.
For three centuries, Jiang Yan refrained from making any big moves, focusing entirely on commerce and livelihood.
The people had to grow wealthy first—only then would they消费, and only then would all of Liyue become wealthy.
After three hundred years of steady improvement, Liyue's national treasury had become impressively rich.
Jiang Yan was finally ready to establish the naval and aerial forces he had planned long ago.
Previously, he refrained because creating a navy and air force would exhaust Liyue and possibly collapse its finances.
But now, things were different.
The wealth stored in the national treasury was more than enough to support military development.
And if Jiang Yan's guess was correct, the Archon War was about to reach its end.
Once the Seven Nations were established, once the Era of the Seven began, a strong navy and air force would be essential for ensuring economic trade.
That's right—Jiang Yan planned to use a brutally forceful strategy to push Mora into every nation's markets.
Just like in his past life's game—
Mora would become the universal currency of the entire continent!
Keh keh keh!!
Sure enough, Jiang Yan's cosmic sense tingled. He looked up toward Mondstadt's snowy plains.
"Ah… that cry… Is that the people of Old Mond rising up against the Tyrant of the Tower?"
Jiang Yan muttered.
So the Archon War really was about to end.
Without hesitation, he stood up, tapped the ground with his right foot, and shot into the sky.
How could he miss such a spectacle?
He had to see how the people of Mond overthrew a ruling god.
Jiang Yan soared toward the snowy mountains, then activated Dual-Star Mode in an instant.
Radiant light burst from his eyes, seven-colored streaks covering his entire body.
After three hundred years of cultivation, he could fully control this state's energy output—he no longer worried about tearing the world apart from overuse.
"Let's go!"
A streak of rainbow light flashed across the heavens.
Brightcrown Mountains
"Woooohhh!!!"
"For freedom!!!"
"Down with the tyrant!!!"
"We want freedom!!!"
Countless people roared as they charged fearlessly toward the tower.
Under the protection of the Wind Spirit, an unnamed boy, the Wind Spirit itself, a red-haired knight, and a young huntress led the uprising against the raging storm.
Jiang Yan stood quietly in the sky, watching the small wind spirit—still young, yet stubbornly shielding the people beneath him.
A slight smile curved Jiang Yan's lips.
Barbatos…
So the future King of Slacking Off is finally about to debut…
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