Downstream from the Mountain God Reservoir, inside a very humble-looking thatched hut.

Qing He was adjusting the massive talisman device while carefully broadcasting all the reminders and weather updates for the autumn harvest.

Even though Li Jingshu only let Li Boyang see the complete version of the Sound Transmission Talisman today,

in truth, this mythic-style radio station had already been running for half a month.

Since the very day autumn harvest began, plenty of people in Li Family Village had gotten used to holding their Sound Transmission Talismans, listening to the voices inside.

After all, the Nine Chapters of Divination was already commonplace,

but if you could get a direct answer, who would still bother trying to calculate it themselves?

"You’ve been working hard!"

It wasn’t until Qing He finished today’s tasks that Qiwa gently draped a coat over her shoulders.

This almost husband-and-wife level of closeness had now become second nature between Qing He and Qiwa.

"Honestly, the one who’s working the hardest is Li Jingshu."

"She revises the talismans on those Sound Transmission Talismans every day, always on the hunt for better materials—just to show only the finest to the Prophet."

With a wistful little smile, Qing He murmured softly.

"If it weren’t for the autumn harvest and being unable to hide it any longer, Li Jingshu probably would’ve dragged it out even more."

At those words, Qiwa also broke into a gentle smile.

"To be honest, if Non-crying Baby hadn’t been so busy recently, there’s no way she could’ve hidden this ’surprise’ so long."

Qiwa had never doubted Li Boyang’s abilities.

As long as Li Boyang wanted to know, there’s barely anything in the Hundred Lands Mountain Range that could escape him.

"So to make her surprise even more of a shock—and even more delightful..."

"I specifically broadcasted the weather and autumn harvest precautions for the next few days via Sound Transmission Talisman."

"I believe the Prophet will definitely understand the value of the Sound Transmission Talisman."

Unlike Li Jingshu, who’d been pampered by Li Boyang since childhood,

Qing He was a priest who had truly clawed her way back from the edge of death—her views and willpower far surpassed ordinary folk.

If, back in the South Sea disaster, her village had possessed even just one Sound Transmission Talisman, she wouldn’t have been the only survivor.

To take it even further—if they’d had a Sound Transmission Talisman to spread the ideas of the Celestial Beings,

Qing He’s village wouldn’t have rejected new things so desperately, and in the end, been wiped out by calamity for failing to keep up with the times.

Be it for warnings or spreading knowledge...

From the moment she saw Li Jingshu fiddling with that Sound Transmission Talisman alone,

Qing He knew, maybe this was the thing she’d strive for the rest of her life.

So, to truly maximize the value of the Sound Transmission Talisman,

Qing He had actually done even more behind the scenes than Li Jingshu, the ’founder’ herself.

"You really don’t have to plot so much, you know."

"Non-crying Baby is the smartest person in this world—even if you don’t remind him, he’ll figure out the value of the Sound Transmission Talisman."

Qiwa gently reached his arm around Qing He’s shoulder, naturally understanding the care behind her actions.

Nowadays, Li Boyang was no longer an ordinary person, but the icon of faith for Li Family Village, and the whole Hundred Lands Mountain Range.

As the saying goes: keep too far, it’s disrespectful; get too close, it’s impertinent.

For outsiders like Qing He, she simply couldn’t call Li Boyang ’Non-crying Baby’ as intimately as Qiwa did.

Honestly, not just Qing He,

even in Li Family Village right now, there aren’t many who dare use Li Boyang’s childhood name.

This sort of subtle way of reminding Li Boyang is already Qing He’s limit.

"By the way, what’s the Prophet been so busy with lately?"

Not sure if she was truly curious, or just changing the subject,

Qing He’s question made Qiwa tilt his head, then replied,

"I heard Er Tu came back..."

"Um, Er Tu—that’s the Thousand-Change Divine Monarch. After the Great Flood he left the Hundred Lands Mountain Range."

At that, Qiwa’s face showed a rare flash of gossip.

"Word is, Er Tu brought back a goddess this time."

"And apparently she’s carrying Er Tu’s child—the Prophet’s been busy helping her with her pregnancy lately!"

This news came to Qiwa from Chen Yun, and he thought it was probably true.

"Pregnancy?"

In times like these, offspring of gods, demigod hybrids of human and divine blood aren’t that rare.

For example, right now there’s a half-god, snake-haired baby girl at Li Boyang’s home, cared for by Chen Yun.

As far as Qiwa knew, once that girl grows a few years older, she’ll join other three-eyed infants at the enlightenment classes.

At that point, Qiwa himself would be their Martial Arts Instructor, officially teaching them Breathing Technique, Perception Technique, Five Elements Magic, even Divine Control Technique.

"Qiwa, do you think the Prophet might have a way for us to have a child?"

After a long pause, Qing He suddenly blurted it out, making Qiwa freeze in place.

After Ling Guzi’s rescue surgery, Qing He was already half a Bronze Body—trying to conceive again was basically impossible.

This was the reason why things between Qing He and Qiwa had always been stuck here.

Qing He believed she couldn’t bear children anymore, so she didn’t feel qualified to be Qiwa’s wife.

Even though Qiwa had always said he didn’t care about that, Qing He still stubbornly refused to go any further.

"Yes! Non-crying Baby will definitely have a way!"

After a brief daze, Qiwa finally snapped back, then declared firmly.

"Non-crying Baby has all kinds of divine powers—he’ll definitely figure out a way for you to have a child!"

Clenching his fist, Qiwa couldn’t hide the joy and excitement on his face.

Qiwa didn’t actually care whether they’d have children or not.

What mattered to him was that Qing He was finally willing to become his wife.

Now that they had that, even if they couldn’t have kids in the end, so what?

"Say, what kinds of things does the Prophet like?"

Bashfully tugging on Qiwa’s arm, Qing He lowered her head and softly asked.

"I recently got a plant seed from Ancient River Village I’ve never seen before, probably left by some Innate Divine—do you think the Prophet would like it?"

Hearing that, Qiwa scratched his head.

"If you put it that way, Non-crying Baby really does love all sorts of odd and quirky things."

"He’s always been like that since he was a kid—that seed, he’ll definitely love it."

While saying all that to comfort Qing He, Qiwa was actually already rolling his eyes, plotting what gifts he should give Li Boyang.

Qiwa might be a touch simple and honest, but it didn’t mean he had no emotional intelligence.

[Non-crying Baby doesn’t seem to lack for anything—so what should I get him?]

[Wait a sec, maybe I should bring something for Brother Yu and Sister-in-law instead?]

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