Chapter 1109: Chapter 387 The Tenderness of That Strike_3
The Human Race ministers held differing attitudes.
Approximately forty percent of the ministers believed the matter feasible, arguing that the post-return of the Six Great Masters in a millennium would reshape the Desolate Era landscape. Even if the Human Race claims the region north of Mount Ling, holding onto it securely would prove challenging.
Another forty percent of ministers deed the matter unfeasible.
They presented compelling argunts.
“So many of our Human Race soldiers gave their lives to eradicate and drive away those ancient sinful demons. If we cannot even fully claim the lands of the Western Continent, wouldn’t it dishearten the fallen soldiers?”
“Only by placing all Hundred Clans of the Western Continent firmly under our Human Race governance can we ensure peace of mind.”
“His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor’s considerations are reasonable; however, given the current circumstances, the Hundred Clans must submit to our Human Race. We can offer them assurances of clency without raising the blade against them.”
Neither side could gain the upper hand.
anwhile, nearly twenty percent of the ministers refrained from expressing their opinions and opted to defer entirely to Lady Ba’s command.
Li Ping’an proposed, “If everyone feels this approach is improper, then perhaps the Heavenly Court and the Human Race can jointly station troops, while the Human Race abstains from directly managing the affairs of the Hundred Clans.”
Lord Yushi, the divine general, asked, “If the ancient sinful demons return and rouse the remnants of the Hundred Clans to trouble us again, what then?”
Li Dazhi responded nearby, “If these Hundred Tribes’ creatures fail to appreciate our leniency, then naturally we cannot allow the tiger to nurse its trouble. Right now, the priority is establishing rules and formulating a charter, which we can adhere to in the future.”
The gathered ministers nodded in agreent.
“This matter requires careful deliberation and need not be rushed.”
Li Ping’an responded smoothly:
“Father, I’ll leave so of the Heavenly Fury Guards under your command.
“I’ve already preselected those among them linked to the Demon King. Moving forward, they’ll obey your orders.”
“From now on, you’ll represent the Heavenly Court as a resident overseer for the Main Domain, managing Casting Cloud Sect and the northern segnt of the Western Continent… What do the esteed officials think?”
The Human Race ministers shared wry smiles.
The Heavenly Court is already controlled by your father and son duo, yet you’re here as if dividing territories!
Li Dazhi chuckled, saying, “I must truly shoulder the burdens of labor… Then let convene with the wise sages of the Human Race later to finalize this discussion.”
Li Ping’an nodded and stood, saying, “Since this is decided, I shall now excuse myself. I must hurry back to enter seclusion.”
“Wait! Hold on!”
Lady Ba suddenly rose and called out:
“There’s no rush for this half-day’s wait. This ti, amid the great battle, His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor braved peril by entering the inner heavens, saving my life in the process. I humbly request His Majesty to stay a while longer while I prepare wine to express my gratitude.”
Li Ping’an:…
General, you’re being so tender that it feels sowhat unfamiliar.
Li Ping’an replied, “There will be plenty of opportunities in the future. My insights are truly on the verge of overflowing.”
Lady Ba’s figure drifted closer.
Only now did Li Ping’an notice the loose, long robe she was wearing—a simple, ancient design. Between the folds of the robe, glimpses of her snow-white skin could be seen.
She landed gracefully before Li Ping’an, speaking sweetly, “Is His Majesty unwilling to spare Lady Ba even half a day’s ti?”
Li Ping’an instinctively sensed that sothing seed off about Lady Ba.
He took a half-step back, narrowed his eyes, and smiled, saying, “General, we’ve weathered life and death together, faced trials and tribulations. Please, General…”
Bang!
Lady Ba lightly flicked her sword finger, and Li Ping’an collapsed forward with a thud, his eyes narrowing into slits, leaving only whites visible inside.
“Oh no!” Li Dazhi quickly stood up but imdiately understood what had happened.
Lady Ba swiftly caught hold of Li Ping’an, casually stowing away the floating ‘Post-Creation rit Spiritual Treasure’ fainting staff. She turned to face the assembled ministers in the hall.
Her expression remained calm and unchanged as she said flatly, “His Majesty’s old injuries have flared up again. I’ll take him for… treatnt… Uncle Li, this…”
“Ah, yes!”
Li Dazhi nodded serenely, suppressing his laughter and gesturing his encouragent, “Go quickly; Ping’an’s injuries mustn’t be delayed.”
The ministers’ expressions were notably complex.
Lady Ba’s delicate features suddenly flushed red as she hoisted Li Ping’an onto her shoulder and, with a voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, murmured one last sentence. Her figure transford into a streak of rainbow light and vanished.
“Prepare a bonfire… Make it small… Otherwise, it won’t follow proper decorum…”
Soone in the hall couldn’t hold back their laughter first, and soon the room was filled with mirthful chuckles, none lingering too long on the topic.
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