Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 301 The Fifth World

"Get up." Huiyue gently massaged Murong Fu's chest.

Murong Fu stood up with a smile and said, "You should rest here. You can come to me if you need anything."

Without waiting for Huiyue's reaction, he walked out of the wooden house.

When he returned to his room, he found that Zhou Zhiruo had already woken up and was looking at him from the doorway, wearing a light gauze dress.

Murong Fu quickly pulled him into his arms, then carried him to the bed, wrapped him in the blanket, and said:

"Zhiruo, it's still cold. Get out of bed and put on a coat."

Zhou Zhiruo smiled sweetly and said, "It's alright, my husband."

Don't forget, I'm a second-rate expert now, impervious to ordinary heat and cold.

Murong Fu frowned and said, "What, a second-rate expert won't listen to his husband?"

"I'll punish you by making you massage my legs eight times..."

Zhou Zhiruo said, "Okay."

Then he had Murong Fu lie down and knelt down beside him to massage Murong Fu's legs.

Murong Fu closed his eyes comfortably...

Zhou Zhiruo blushed, extremely shy. Her upbringing forbade her from doing such a thing, but...

Murong Fu squinted and said, "Yes, Zhiruo is really great."

Zhou Zhiruo gave a soft "Mmm"...

The next morning, when Zhou Zhiruo saw that Murong Fu had woken up, she took the basin of water, towels, brushes, tooth powder and other items that the maids had brought to his bedside and served him as he washed up.

Murong Fu mentally criticized this kind of regressive lifestyle.

But then I thought about how I was the emperor of four worlds... then it's alright, I was just too frugal.

Afterwards, Murong Fu began eating the steamed buns, pickled vegetables, fruit, jianbing guozi (Chinese crepes), and miancha (a type of porridge) on the table...

Zhou Zhiruo sat to the side, and Murong Fu handed her a piece of fruit, saying, "Eat, Zhiruo."

Zhou Zhiruo took it in her hand, took a bite, and said, "Husband, what did you do last night...?"

When I came back, I smelled nice.

Murong Fu was taken aback, guessing it was something left behind from embracing Huiyue Envoy last night, but he didn't think much of it and said:

"Last night, the Ming Cult sent several assassins over..."

"Yes, the Persian Ming Cult."

Zhou Zhiruo suddenly asked with some concern, "Are you alright, young master?"

Murong Fu waved his hand and said, "It's alright, I've already taken care of it."

Last night they fought with Brother Qiao first, and then tried to ambush me, but I easily dealt with them.

One of the women was called something like "Radiant Moon Envoy." She's the one who ambushed me; I guess the scent came from her.

Is it really a fragrant aroma? I smell cumin.

Zhou Zhiruo laughed and said, "Persia probably produces these things. Maybe the perfume worn by women from those foreign lands smells like this."

Murong Fu nodded and said, "I'll tell Minmin later that Zhiruo said that this Mongolian girl smells like roasted lamb."

Zhou Zhiruo shook Murong Fu's arm and said, "Husband! Minmin is so annoying to me!"

Murong Fu said, "It's alright, she'll just scold you for smelling like an old nun."

Zhou Zhiruo breathed a sigh of relief. She was terrified of people talking about her past, about how she used to live on a boat and smelled of fish, but she also longed to go back to the past. It wasn't that she liked that life, but rather that she missed her kind father...

"Young master, you're making fun of my master again."

Murong Fu occasionally made jokes about Miejue in front of Zhou Zhiruo.

As a result, Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help but laugh every time she saw Miejue over the past few months.

Time flies, and years pass by in vain.

A year passed quickly, and Murong Fu married Yang Buhui in front of everyone. Yang Xiao seemed somewhat unwilling, but there was nothing he could do about it.

One was his boss, and the other was his daughter; he couldn't afford to offend either of them.

Meanwhile, the Ming Cult and the Six Major Sects occupied most of the territory originally belonging to the Yuan Dynasty. After all, it was a major event of changing dynasties, and after the initial swift and decisive actions, it was a meticulous process of peeling back the layers.

Governing a large country is like cooking a small fish; it cannot be rushed.

After all, while Murong Fu could incite the people's anger towards the Yuan Dynasty through the Ming Cult, he did indeed need a large number of grassroots administrators when it came to truly governing the country.

These can only be cultivated gradually.

However, the outcome is already decided; the rest is just a matter of carving the radish.

At this moment, Murong Fu looked at his world exploration progress:

[Tianlong World: Exploration Progress 87%] (100% Energy Recharge)

[The Condor Heroes World: Exploration Progress 72%] (100% Charge)

[Peerless World: Exploration Progress 51%] (100% Charge)

[The World of Yitian: Exploration Progress 30%]

(Charged to 100%)

[World V: Exploration Progress 0%]

(Charged to 100%)

In the world of Tianlong, they have already occupied the entire Eurasian continent, and their fleets have reached North America, Oceania, and Africa.

But it has not yet been occupied.

Judging from the map area, it is far from reaching 87%, and the population proportion is also far from reaching that level.

Therefore, Murong Fu was now certain that the exploration progress was not linear, and that it became increasingly difficult to increase the exploration progress as time went on.

He even felt that even if he conquered all regions and became the ruler of the Earth, he might still not achieve 100%.

But whatever the case, he'd just have to take it one step at a time. He increasingly felt that the higher the difficulty of achieving it, the better the reward for completing 100% might be, perhaps even exceeding his expectations.

Tianlong World, the island nation of Japan.

In a low wooden hut, Murong Bo was swatting flies.

He coughed every now and then and complained, "Strange, it's already late autumn, why are there still so many annoying things?"

Suddenly, one of his subordinates knelt down in front of the door and shouted:

"Master, I'm back!"

Murong Bo put away the fly swatter, sat up, and said:

"Come in, Gantaro!"

"Hi!"

Then, Gangtaro took off his boots and walked into the wooden house. His feet creaked as he stepped onto the tatami mats. He took out a wooden box from the bundle behind him. The box was not small, but it looked tiny in his hands.

He opened the wooden box, pushed it in front of Murong Bo, and knelt down to pay his respects.

"Master, these are the medicinal herbs you asked me to collect."

A few years ago, the Song Dynasty strictly prohibited maritime trade with us. Not only did the price of medicinal herbs, which were previously easy to obtain, skyrocket, but they also became extremely difficult to acquire.

?

Murong Bo was well-versed in astronomy, geography, medicine, and martial arts. With just one glance, he knew that the medicinal herbs in front of him were of good quality, but perhaps they could not cure his illness. Several years ago, because of his son Murong Fu, he left the Central Plains and came to this remote island country.

Although the people here have also developed civilization, it is far inferior to that of the Song Dynasty.

Furthermore, they are short in stature and have crude manners.

Sending wreaths as wedding gifts? Wearing mourning clothes to a wedding? Pasting white couplets for the New Year?

After watching for a while, Murong Bo became too lazy to say anything.

He initially developed his own power base smoothly, taking in several disciples and teaching them extremely harmful but highly effective unorthodox martial arts.

The man in front of me, Shimura Okataro, is the only one of his first batch of apprentices to survive.