"What? Unify the entire Beast God Continent?" The five people in black robes suddenly looked up, staring at Fang Jueyu with an incredulous expression.
They didn’t doubt the first part of what he said. The annual Centennial Tribal Tournant was for the young geniuses from various tribes across the Beast God Continent, and their power generally ranged between Peak Divine Ability Users and Controllers.
Fang Jueyu had already surpassed the Controller level and even survived the Nine Dragon Tribulation. With the complete Divine Weapon in hand, it indeed seed not too difficult for him to win first place in this tournant.
However, unifying the entire Beast God Continent seed like a fantasy. It’s important to know that the eight demigods of the eight great nations were constantly plotting to dominate the whole Beast God Continent on their own.
But the powers of the eight were similar, and the strength of the eight great nations was also almost evenly matched. It was impossible for one nation to annex another; they were all dissatisfied with each other. This Centennial Tribal Tournant was actually a competition between nations.
To unify the entire Beast God Continent would require winning the hearts of all the tribes and Honorable Kings from the eight nations.
Could conquering the eight demigods be that easy? Once they activate their bloodline power and transform into their true forms, they are colossal creatures comparable to gods and demons. Even if Fang Jueyu had a mysterious power protecting him, it might not be enough to safeguard him against the eight demigods.
But although they thought this way, they didn’t dare to say it aloud. If they did, Fang Jueyu might kill them all with one punch, and they really had to cherish the lives they narrowly escaped with!
"How about this, I established an organization called the Ming Sect, and we’re just short a few people. Do you want to join?"
"Ming... Ming Sect?" The five people in black robes were instantly dumbfounded. On the Beast God Continent, tribes were the form of organization, where had they ever heard of such a gang-like organization? Only humans would create such factions.
"What? You don’t want to?" Fang Jueyu said with a threatening tone, "Although we Ming Sect have been established for only a few years, we’ve already developed tens of thousands of Transcenders and even several demigods. We’re much stronger than the forr Beast God Continent!"
"How could that be possible?" The five showed expressions of disbelief. Although they hadn’t been exposed to the human world, they knew so basic common sense.
In cosmic civilization, only the Federation and Cosmic Federation School had organizations with several demigods; there was no third organization with such power.
An organization established just a few years ago having such strength?
"If I ask you to join Ming Sect, it’s because I think highly of you. Are you going to disrespect ? Do you want to force to lose my temper?"
Fang Jueyu gave a cold snort, and incredibly, that crack in the sky appeared again. The purple arm was faintly visible within, as if it would imdiately appear and smack them dead if they said no.
"Join! We’re willing to join Your Excellency the Beast God’s Ming Sect!" The five no longer dared to hesitate and imdiately bowed down and pledged allegiance.
"Very good," Fang Jueyu said, pulling out a small notebook and pretending to check, "Let’s see, the roster is full now, so you guys will have to start as contract workers!"
"Contract workers?" The five were once again bewildered.
"This is the contract, and this is your salary for the next hundred years!" Fang Jueyu tossed over five Contract Runes. These were similar to slave contracts, but the contract’s power wasn’t as exaggerated. If the contract was violated, they would incur backlash.
"Join Ming Sect... in the publicity departnt? Work ti is ten thousand years, and the reward is a top-grade elixir from the Root Universe?" They stumbled over the information on the contract, not completely understanding it, but getting a rough idea.
They cautiously picked up the bottle. As soon as they opened the cap, they felt their bloodline power boiling!
This was specially refined by an Alchemy Master from the Root Universe, designed to nurture fierce beasts. It could not only enhance and purify bloodline power but also had the heaven-defying ability to optimize bloodlines. Even Fang Jueyu didn’t have much of this elixir in stock, and with his current power, he couldn’t make it on his own.
Such a "salary" was undeniably a deadly lure for these demi-humans.
Fearful as if Fang Jueyu might go back on his word, they hurriedly imprinted their soul marks on the contract.
"Your Excellency the Beast God, this... this publicity departnt, what is it? What do you need us to do?"
"Oh, nothing much, just go back to your royal cities and spread my deeds. It’s best to let all people in the other seven great nations know that in four years, I aim to win the Centennial Tribal Tournant, beco the Saint Heir of the Holy Land, conquer the entire Beast God Continent, and beco its ruler!"
"Hiss!" Upon hearing this, they couldn’t help trembling all over. Such outrageous words could probably only be said by him!
Fortunately, they were just the ssengers; compared to their "salary," this tiny bit of risk seed insignificant.
"In ten years, I want the whole Beast God Continent to know my infamous na, the ’Green Plain Little Sheep.’ Do you understand?"
"Yes, Your Excellency the Beast God, we understand!"
The five people saluted Fang Jueyu and then vanished into the void.
"Only four years left; the selection for the Centennial Tribal War should be starting soon, right?" Fang Jueyu muttered to himself.
"Let’s go, we’re heading back," Fang Jueyu said, returning to the Luoyu Tribe. But at this ti, the people of the tribe stood motionless, as if they were statues.
"Hey, Sha Yan, what’s wrong with you?" Fang Jueyu waved his hand in front of them. "Don’t feel pressured, just treat as a friend as usual."
They were instantly embarrassed. After all, he was a being from the Noble Clan, possibly even a reincarnation of the Beast God. How could they possibly treat Fang Jueyu with the sa approach?
"Your Excellency the Little Sheep, our Luoyu Tribe also wants to join your Ming Sect, would that be alright?" Though the Luoyu Tribe was one of the largest tribes in the region, they were still but a small tribe in the broader scope of the Beast God Continent.
But if they could latch onto this powerful figure, they might soar to great heights.
"Your Excellency the Beast God, we also want to join the Ming Sect!"
"Your Excellency the Beast God, we the Alpaca Clan also wish to join!"
"Alpaca, who are you cursing?" Fang Jueyu’s face darkened.
"Sir, our Fakyoe Clan is also willing to join the Ming Sect!"
"We the Sand Sculpture Clan are willing too!"
...
"Alright, alright, stop!" Fang Jueyu loudly interjected, "Of course, you all can join. The Ming Sect seeks to benefit all beings and has always been fair and equal, but from now on, all tribes must be integrated, no more racial distinctions."
"Sir, unifying everyone sounds good, but our customs and practices are different. We fear that..."
"Minor issue!" Fang Jueyu pulled out a high school geography and politics textbook and tossed it over. "You can all study the section about the ’Ethnic Regional Autonomy System’ in there."
The people of the Luoyu Clan took the book, which had already been translated into the universal language, sothing these demi-humans could understand.
"Gosh, the Ming Sect’s principles are really advanced!"
"At a mont like this, I suddenly feel like singing!" Fang Jueyu looked around at the dozens of tribes and started singing.
"Fifty-six ethnic groups, fifty-six flowers, fifty-six race tribes all one family! Fifty-six languages co together to say, love my Ming Sect, love my Ming Sect, love my Ming Sect!"
"What’s the boss doing?"
"I don’t know, seems like he’s performing so kind of ritual?"
"Regardless, let’s all sing along with Your Excellency the Beast God!"
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