Chapter 1016: Chapter 788: Bad News
Two days ago.
As the framework of Truth Prosperity crumbled, the gate to the Endless Sea slowly closed, obscuring the figure guarded by thunder.
From beginning to end, there was never any action between the strongest of the Fifth Stage and the first of Dongxia.
They only glared at each other coldly.
"Rainy weather is unfavorable for travel, what a pity." Ye Xueya put down the beer in her hand and sighed softly, "How about waiting for the rain to stop before setting off?"
The General turned back indifferently, looking at her face: "Set off, where to?"
"Let me think... How about the border?"
Ye Xueya pinched her chin, pondering for a moment before saying, "I have a method that can solve the conflict between the Wu Family and the Duke in one stroke—the Emperor can gain power, and Lord General can gain freedom..."
She said, "Since a country can’t have two masters, why not simply split into two?"
The Heavenly White Fox raised her finger, like a knife, slicing through the burning scene in the distance: "Separate the Current Circumstances and the Border of Yingzhou; the Current Circumstances belong to the Former Emperor, while the Border becomes the General’s territory.
We’ve already convinced the Former Emperor. As long as you accept the coronation of ’Kensoku Suzunoko’s Order,’ you can become the substantive leader of the Yingzhou Phylogeny, free of worries henceforth!"
The General chuckled, "Like Dongxia? Like the Xuan Niao, being merely a figurehead?"
"Lord General—"
Ye Xueya paused, saying with some pity, "You’re the one arranged by those old figures you call figureheads, don’t you get it yet?"
From long ago, the General has been considered an unstable element by Dongxia.
And since the last Asian New Star competition, determined by Xuan Niao as a threat that must be eliminated—a move scheduled in the agenda—whether to remove the major foothold of the American Genealogy in Asia or for the long-term strategic plan...
It was from that time onward that there was a seamless understanding between Xuan Niao and the Former Emperor of Yingzhou.
Even though the Former Emperor is young, only fourteen, it would not change his essential nature as a creature of power. Beside an underage bed sleeps an American...
A person from America, a place renowned worldwide for cherishing freedom.
Who wouldn’t fear waking up to a sore backside?
Yingzhou people don’t have the habit of eating Yi Zhou hotpot!
Thus, using Amber as a bridge, a formal alliance was established between the two parties. And Li Jian Amber, existing as the Master of AnFang, became the cornerstone of this alliance.
The Yingzhou Phylogeny will detach from the influence of the American Genealogy and instead lean towards Dongxia.
As for whether the neighbor who helped driving away the family ruffian would tear off his friendly mask, that would be a concern for the future—
Solving the major instability of the General, the Former Emperor will regain complete internal power, and henceforth, the Yingzhou Phylogeny will have only one voice.
Xu Zhou Nan Ming’s words will be ineffective by then.
For Yingzhou Phylogeny has always been a lineage of one dynasty; the Former Emperor himself possesses the attribute of the present-day god, a cornerstone indispensable to the Yingzhou Phylogeny. At worst, another ’Confluence of Gods and Buddhas’ style purge could take place to deal with those jumping brothers, at least there would be a revival atmosphere.
As for flourishing bright and wide... forget it, dear brother, let’s not daydream such things within ten generations, shall we?
Too far from America, too close to Dongxia, right next to the Five Constants acknowledged by the Astronomical Society... when has the Yingzhou Phylogeny ever flourished in Asia, this chamber of monsters, except when the Magic Card changed its version?
Don’t seek overnight riches; returning to the moderate prosperity of the past would already be quite good.
Such was the decision made.
After the contract was signed on the other side, Xuan Niao put on reading glasses and, after a few days of perusing newspapers, discovered that this matter was easily dealt. Calling Ye Xueya over, he said: a few months later, Xiaoye, take a trip and have Fu Canlight block a door, and that’s it.
As for the intrigue between the General and the Golden Dawn, whether Xuan Niao is egging it on behind the scenes, whatever other arrangements there are, unless he speaks of it himself, it’s unlikely anyone else could deduce any clues, let alone grasp leverage.
Ye Xueya suspected a little but was reluctant to ponder over it. Since it was a lunch arranged by Xuan Niao, she only brought her mouth to eat.
Thus, watching the General, who fed the flames himself, blew on the fire and sprinkled the seasoning—an Iron Pot stewing himself.
No disruption to order, no severe damage, no leverage left for others to seize, and in the end, not even a move was made.
Fu Canlight wasn’t here to fight.
But as the Heaven Punishment acknowledged by the Astronomical Society, the guardian of East Asia, came to take a look and tell him: behind the door lies a world with everything except for the freedom he’s yearning for.
A dead-end.
To be honest, Xuan Niao anticipated the General would make a move, so he could issue the Black Envelope in the name of the Astronomical Society and completely execute him.
From the beginning, this was a case of fishing law enforcement.
"There are six hours left until the temporary meeting of the Five Constants of the Astronomical Society, Lord General," Ye Xueya said, "Before Dongxia submits an agenda, you still have one hour to consider Xuan Niao’s proposal; he doesn’t like waiting for anyone."
"I don’t need an hour, I can answer you right now."
The General scoffed, "He’s dreaming."
Having been a prisoner of the American Genealogy for so many years, would he become a prisoner of Dongxia?
Being a prisoner, what’s the difference?
This proposal, from the beginning, he never considered.
Thus, Ye Xueya sighed, and said no more.
And the General reached out, opened his liquor cabinet, took out a bottle of whiskey, unscrewed the cap, and drank it in one go, gazing at the rising sun in the distance.
"Lived here for so many years, it’s the first time witnessing a sunrise." He lit the cigar at the corner of his mouth, sighing softly, "It’s truly beautiful."
"Want to have two more drinks?"
"No need." The General waved his hand and threw the bottle into the trash can, "I’ve never liked this stuff from the start..."
After speaking, he turned around and walked straight towards the door.
He passed through the exquisite and luxurious hall and the long corridor and pushed open the door.
There, a representative from the Astronomical Society had been waiting for a long time, with an arrest warrant from the Astronomical Society.
"Do I need handcuffs?" The General asked.
"No need." The agent opened the car door for him: "Please, General."
The General smiled and got into the car.
"Drive slowly."
He gazed at the scenery outside the window he had never appreciated before, "Let me take a good look at the landscape."
The pitch-black sedan started, and slowly departed along the road.
Disappeared from sight.
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On the beach, Ye Xueya finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Honestly, I originally thought things would get physical, scared me to death." She shook her head in amazement: "It’s a pity, Fu uncle, you didn’t determine who won, huh."
She curiously asked: "I’m quite eager to know who is stronger between you and the General?"
Beside Ye Xueya, Fu Canlight’s silhouette slowly emerged.
"Although I didn’t win, he already lost long ago."
The middle-aged man gazed into the distant sea view, sighed empathetically: "His era has long passed, but he has always been unwilling to admit it."
The old soldier, long silently withered.
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Three days later.
In the ward of a subsidiary of the Existence Institute, Shah pinched his chin, pondering over the data in his hand, tut-tutting in admiration: "Still alive and kicking, impressive, Huai Shi."
"Honestly, even I..." Huai Shi shrugged, lying inside the frame of the instrument, looking at his appalling stats.
Now, he finally experienced the benefits of spending money on games.
Huai Shi, 18 years old, living in the Stone Marrow Pavilion, unmarried, working for the Ivory Tower. Doing tool work round the clock till dawn, smoking and drinking without sleeping at all, his source substance full of curses, his blood full of poison. Also had a fight before sleep last time, gnawed at a cell from the Element of Destructive, then fell into a stupor till now, lying in ICU of the Existence Institute.
Even the Existence Institute was surprised, how hasn’t he suddenly died yet?
His Stigma is already about to collapse, his soul riddled with cracks, the Abyss has eroded to such an extent, not only has it not congealed, it even looks quite healthy.
As for Divine Nature...
In order to stuff the meat chunk of the Eternal Beast into the Ruins, the Godly Nature of the Great Priestess basically got completely burnt away.
Taken from Tanbo, used in Tanbo, Huai Shi doesn’t feel heartache, just headache.
A headache in the medical sense, sporadic migraines.
It’s the ill effect of source substance scarcity, now he seems to return to before seventeen, every moment the source substance is extracted by the Ruins, used to suppress and seal off the internal Eternal Beast, the tissue hardly even reaches a particle of dandruff.
"Hmm, I’ve finished reading the report."
Shah closed the thick book in his hand, pinching his chin, asked: "One good news, one bad news, which do you want to hear first?"
"...Why not call in another person, say good news on the left, bad news on the right, counterbalance each other?" Huai Shi suggested: "Maybe then everything will be fine."
"Creative, hahaha! Next time I must tell this joke at the quarterly meeting with Niflheim!"
Shah clapped his hands, then put away his smile, "Then let’s start with the bad news."
"I want to hear the good news."
"The bad news really sounds a bit serious."
Shah pretended not to hear, earnestly said: "Based on our cautious investigation, detailed analysis, meeting discussions, and expert group research... Unfortunately, in the end, it was discovered that with the technology we are currently able to publicize, there’s basically no way to remove the meat chunk of the Eternal Beast from your Ruins.
Look, this probe scan result..."
He lifted the image in his hand for Huai Shi to see, already turned into a blood-red whirlpool.
"The Godly Nature of the Great Priestess is rather weak for dealing with such a level of opponent, although successfully sealed it within the Ruins, itself has already been nearly depleted. And the Eternal Beast’s cell under external pressure has combined with the Ruins... How should I say it?"
He thought for a moment, clapped his hands, vividly illustrated: "Um, simmer gently to cook white rice, then it boils dry and sticks to the pot!"
"Huh?"
Huai Shi was dumbfounded, soon realized the hidden meaning in his words, "Wait, open technology can’t do it, but what about the unopen one?"
"Of course it’s doable."
Shah nodded, then replied: "But after use, you’ll no longer have a way to open it, you see? Existence Institute main seat available, twenty-four hour air conditioning, do you like it?"
