I became the King of Ryukyu

The old village chief skillfully launched into the "reminiscing about the old days" mode, a skill all the elders seemed to have mastered without being taught, while the chubby little boy frantically tried to get his attention, patting his chest and promising, "I definitely won't cause trouble with the boss! I'll definitely be back before school starts!"

After much arguing, the sister finally gave in to her brother and repeatedly told him to be obedient and not cause trouble, before he reluctantly nodded.

The two set off that afternoon, taking a bus and changing buses twice. By the time they arrived at the pier, it was already dark.

Master Bai Ling was already waiting at the agreed location.

His simple monk's robes were washed until they were almost white. The evening breeze lifted the hem of his robes. He stood straight in the twilight, and the stubbornness and ruthlessness of the previous night had faded from his eyes, leaving only a peaceful and serene expression.

From a distance, he seemed to possess an even more otherworldly air about him than when we first met.

Zheng Yi was secretly astonished.

He hadn't seen him for just one day, but after washing up and changing his clothes, he looked like a completely different person. If he hadn't personally witnessed him frantically speeding through the turbid yellow river, enduring electric shocks and being shot, even he would have almost believed that this was a hermit master who had cultivated himself in some remote mountain.

"Grandpa Bai Ling?!"

Little Fatty Che also came running over, carrying a bulging backpack. He looked up and stopped in his tracks, as if he had been frozen in place. His eyes widened, and the backpack in his hand almost hit his foot with a "thud".

Little Fatty's CPU practically burned out on the spot. He turned and stammered, grabbing Zheng Yi's sleeve, his voice barely audible: "B-Boss! That, that really is Grandpa Bai Ling, no, is it that scoundrel Bai Ling? What's he doing here?! The temple matter…"

The second half of the sentence, "Wasn't he colluding with bad guys and dying in the 'Ryukyu Restoration Justice Pit Explosion Case'?" was stuck in his throat, afraid that the other party would hear him and punish him.

"Oh, him?" Zheng Yi crossed his arms, his tone as indifferent as if he were saying, "The weather's nice today." "The former Master Bai Ling has retired and changed careers. He's your new colleague now, his Dharma name is Sha Wujing. If you're used to calling him Grandpa Bai Ling, just keep calling him that. It's fine, he doesn't mind."

Cheya the Fatty: "???"

Retirement? Reassignment?

He did know that a colleague named Sha Wujing had been added to the list of military officers, but he never dreamed that Sha Wujing was actually Master Bai Ling!

Little Fatty stared blankly for a long time, unable to close his mouth. Finally, he mustered up his courage, stepped forward, patted the old monk's bottom, and said in a haughty tone, "Before, you called me Xiao Che, and I called you Grandpa Bai Ling, and I didn't mind. But from now on, you have to call me Senior, understand?"

"Hehe." The old monk put his hands together, his face kind and gentle, showing no embarrassment whatsoever. "Second Brother is right, Wujing understands."

"Who's the second senior brother?!"

Cheye, the chubby boy, blushed bright red, like a ripe tomato, and shouted excitedly, "I'm the eldest brother! Lao Da just changed my name to Zhu Wuneng, but I really am the eldest brother!"

"I know, Second Senior Brother is right." Master Bai Ling still smiled.

"How can this be repaired!"

Ignoring the little fat boy's tantrums and explanations, Zheng Yi turned around and went straight to the boat rental shop at the dock.

Tourism is well-developed in Ryukyu, and there are many tourists going out to sea for fishing and snorkeling in the evening. It is very convenient to rent a boat and go out to sea.

"Welcome... Ah, it's you, Senior Zheng Yi!"

Looking at the young woman with a high ponytail in front of him, Zheng Yi asked in surprise, "Lu Yao, how many part-time jobs do you have?"

"Hey, you were right, senior. That gym really did close down."

Lu Yao shook her head, looking helpless, and said, "I had to rearrange my work schedule. Luckily, many part-time workers are going on vacation during the Silver Week, so there's hiring everywhere. Hehe, I didn't expect to run into you here, Senior Zheng Yi!"

Although Lu Yao had just taken on this job of leasing ships, it was clear that she was smart and serious, and she picked it up quickly.

Zheng Yi completed the formalities in just fifteen minutes.

After bidding farewell to Lu Yao, Zheng Yi brought two trusted generals to the dock.

That's how powerful the game is in real life. The driving skills he acquired from the donkey cart not only allow him to control cars, but also to drive ships.

Of course, Zheng Yi didn't have a driver's license.

But Master Bai Ling has it.

It's not surprising that an old guy who's lived for over seventy years would know some skills.

Master Bailing carried the seeds, farming tools, and other items he had purchased earlier onto the boat.

He and Zheng Yi took turns driving the boat.

The small boat departed from the dock, breaking through the twilight on the sea, and slowly headed towards the vast depths of the ocean.

Tetsuya initially clung to the gunwale, looking around curiously, but his excitement didn't last more than half an hour before he fell fast asleep against the gunwale, snoring loudly.

When he was woken up by his own snot bubble, he opened his eyes and saw Zheng Yi leaning against the ship's side, gazing at the rising sun in the distance. In the rosy light, there were hazy island shadows that appeared and disappeared, like a blessed land of immortals.

Only he and the military officers he appointed could see the island's silhouette. Ordinary fishermen would only see a thick fog, then wander around before being sent out of the area.

Zheng Yi couldn't suppress the smile on his lips; it was the smile of a working-class man who had saved up for ten years for a down payment, seeing his new house.

The fishing boat broke through the last layer of mist and slowly approached the shallows.

The sand beneath their feet was fine, white, and soft, without a trace of mud. The sea breeze, carrying the fragrance of grass and trees, wafted towards them. Tetsuya was the first to jump off the boat, stepping on the sand with shining eyes.

"Wow—this place is so beautiful! It's even prettier than the back of Benzhan Mountain!" the chubby boy exclaimed. "I wish my sister could come here."

"No rush, let's develop first!" Zheng Yi followed closely behind and stepped ashore, walking across the not-so-wide beach, where low shrubs were on the side.

The leaves were still covered with morning dew, and the sounds of insects and birds filled the air. The tinkling of the stream winding down the mountain could be heard clearly. The whole island was like a paradise forgotten by time.

Master Bai Ling slowly stepped ashore carrying a simple bag, looking just like Sha Wujing carrying a load.

As people age, they become wiser. Before Lingquan Temple received funding from the organization, it was not a temple that did not provide full-time services. Therefore, Master Bailing also had a lot of experience in farming.

His gaze swept over the surrounding mountains, forests, and soil, and he nodded slightly: "The soil and water are abundant, and the earth's energy is concentrated; it's a good place to live."

Letting Cheye and the chubby boy play in the sand on the beach, and as a precaution, Zheng Yi led the old monk along the stream toward the island, surveying the terrain along the way.

The sunny south-facing slope has fertile soil, suitable for cultivating vegetable gardens; the small lake in the valley has clear water, which can both store water and raise fish; the woodland on the west side is thriving, ensuring a steady supply of timber.

As Zheng Yi walked, he sketched out a blueprint in his mind, essentially performing a ritual within a snail shell.

When they reached a flat area at the foot of the mountain, Master Bailing suddenly stopped.

"My lord, look here."