First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!-Chapter 791: My Inner Demon and I — A Blood-Soaked Path to Ascension. The Great Jing Shall Not Sheathe Its Blades!
"Our side will directly dispatch troops against yours."
"Let your side call for reinforcements, let your side set up formations, our side will simply crush them all, lay siege to your city gates, recreate the scenes of old, slap a contract on the table, demand territorial cessions and reparations, forfeit sovereignty and bring national humiliation! Your Jing Dynasty bloodline may survive, but the spiritual backbone of your Jing Dynasty will be shattered once more!"
The Jing Emperor fell silent again.
Such grating words.
Yet they were the truth.
Since ascending to the Second Circle, the Great Han had entered a phase of rapid development.
They possessed every advantage of time, place, and human harmony.
A gushing spring of all kinds of talents had emerged. If not for the national development momentum being dragged down by the heavily invested new city, how would the Jing Dynasty even have the chance to negotiate with the Great Han...
"Meaning we must see a satisfactory answer in An Wuyang, and internally designate him as the future Jing Emperor?"
"Once the Great Han intervenes in the future, will the Great Jing still be the Great Jing......"
The hawk faction representative couldn't help but laugh out loud:
"Hahahahaha, you say that yourself, do you find it funny? Feudal dynasties can never escape the influence of powerful families and clans, secretly manipulating power and politics."
"As if, before my Great Han intervened, your Great Jing was still the original Great Jing. Right now, aren't all those anti-Han factions within your Great Jing precisely their handiwork?"
"They fear the Great Han stepping in to intervene, implementing reforms that would topple them from their divine pedestals of superiority down to the mortal dust."
"And."
The man raised his voice.
"We also don't fancy your backwater piece of land. People strive for higher ground, water flows to lower ground. The Great Han won't regress in its progress. If your precious land was truly that good, the one speaking loudly right now wouldn't be me, it would be you!!"
The Jing Emperor leaned back, hiding his form in the darkness: "I understand."
"Then let's negotiate. If Wuyang truly has such resolve, then we'll use this incident to first establish the Crown Prince. Once he matures, I will abdicate and yield to the worthy, implement reforms. What the Enlightened Founding Emperor could do, I can do too."
The Enlightened Founding Emperor mentioned here.
His rise to power story is similar to that of the Ming Dynasty's founding emperor. If it seems identical, it's purely coincidental.
As for what this Enlightened Founding Emperor did.
It was merely that in his twilight years, he raised arms internally, killing until heads rolled like boulders, blood flowed for a thousand miles, all just to clear obstacles for his incompetent Crown Prince.
From this, it's evident that this Jing Emperor hadn't just had thoughts of cooperating with the Great Han for the first day.
His very existence also confirms why, amidst such strong internal rejection of the Great Han within the Jing Dynasty, a pro-Han faction could still exist.
It's true that powerful families and clans have grown into a scourge, but the emperor is always the emperor.
The previous arguments and probing were merely attempts to secure more benefits, but they unexpectedly touched a nerve on the Great Han side.
Lu Ding ascended from the Third Circle with the Rabbit Head, accompanied by a special merit award, advancing triumphantly all the way, his prestige and value constantly rising.
Although his cultivation realm is still weak, his edge has already begun to show.
The speed of his cultivation progress is unprecedented.
Given this situation, the Great Han isn't some brain-dead TV drama or a deliberately weakened nation from novels.
How could they not pay close attention to Lu Ding?
But procedures and processes must follow the rules to convince the masses; the nation requires standardized management.
Therefore, today's meeting and the subsequent Great Jing trip are essentially delivering merits!!
The guaranteed baseline opportunity is already there. As for how high the ceiling can go, that depends on how Lu Ding performs.
It's not just Lu Ding.
Every prodigy, every hero who can raise the Great Han's ceiling, the Great Han pays close attention to, placing bets so heavy it's almost exaggerated.
Right now, the level of attention on Lu Ding hasn't reached the most frenzied stage yet.
In the conference room.
The representatives of the hawk and dove factions both revealed smiles.
Darkness pressed upon the dove faction representative's body, while light illuminated half of the hawk faction representative's face.
Hawks and doves are not separate; the Great Han does not fight internally. The 'red face' and 'white face' are roles played; without entrapment, how can one fill their bowls to the brim?
Grasping both the upper and lower limits, flourishing both internally and externally.
It all boils down to four words: For the Great Han!
And the hawk faction isn't all so-called brawn over brains either.
"I apologize for my earlier words; they were a bit harsh. I hope the Jing Emperor won't take it to heart."
The Jing Emperor waved his hand: "It's nothing."
He'd like to make something of it, but they're giving him face. If he doesn't accept it, what else can he do?
Run to the Great Han and beat up this 749 Bureau representative from the hawk faction?
He'd have to dare first.
Might as well take the opportunity to back down. It's a secret meeting anyway; no one saw it. If no one saw it, then nothing happened. He'll just close his door, stewing somewhere between anger and humiliation, ultimately settling for sheer, impotent rage.
"Thank you, Jing Emperor. Then it's settled. Once Lu Ding sets off, our side will inform yours in advance."
The Jing Emperor added in reply: "When the time comes, I will send someone to the border to receive him with full state ceremony."
"No need. You needn't appear too attentive, lest you overcomplicate things."
The Jing Emperor thought of something, his expression darkening: "If I'm not proactive, I'm afraid some people will be reckless, not knowing their place."
"Then they just want to die, right?"
The Great Han representative laughed: "On that point, Lu Ding will satisfy them. We're sending him out this time with no intention of having him sheathe his blade."
"Some of your people over there have been too arrogant. They must see blood. The Great Han will bear all consequences for him. If you have any personal concerns, better restrain your bloodline early. Don't complain later; the Great Han will be displeased."
"This is advance notice. After all, a name can be wrongly given, but a nickname is never mistaken. Corpse-Shattering Taishui is not just wind from an empty cave."
The Jing Emperor nodded: "Is that so..."
"Still, don't go too far. Challenging imperial authority would put me in a difficult position...."
"Jing Emperor, let me remind you once more. Perhaps I wasn't clear enough. Notification equals informing, not seeking your opinion."
"A weak nation has no diplomacy. If you're not convinced, we'll meet on the battlefield. We can negotiate with courtesy, and we can fight with temper."
What kind of person Lu Ding is, the documents make very clear.
Today's representatives also know. The reason they don't say Lu Ding has his own sense of propriety is because, as negotiators, as representatives of the Great Han, they must secure enough room for error for Lu Ding, this Han Envoy.
The Jing Emperor's face darkened: "Fine. Let's leave it at that for now."
Can't talk anymore. If they keep talking, he really won't be able to hold back.
It's just too damn bullying!
Every word, explicitly or implicitly, does it have to stab right into the heart!?
Sigh....
As soon as the video conference ended, the two men stood up.
"Let's go, hand over the work to Secretary Qiu."
Matters on this side were temporarily settled.
At the same time.
On the other side.
Inside the secluded cultivation chamber.
At this moment, Lu Ding's cultivation had reached the absolute peak of the Five Restrictions Late Stage, so full it couldn't be fuller. One last step, just kick it out, and he would be a genuine God Ascension cultivator.
But here's the thing....
He hadn't received the Inner Demons' approval.
To be precise, he hadn't received the approval of the previous Inner Demons.
The reason it's 'previous' is because.......
Inside the Inner Demons' mental space.
"Nineteen years!! Nineteen years, Lu Ding!!! We've suffered so much! For nineteen years we haven't encountered a single monster! For nineteen years, we've guarded a treasure mountain empty-handed, unable to use it! This resentment we carry has nowhere to vent!!!"
"I want to kill kill kill kill!!!"
"The path to God Ascension, I won't block you. You and I are originally one. I'm willing to become your nourishment, to fight side by side with you. You have Flesh-aura, I have Blood Resentment!!!"
"Kill our way through, carve a bloody path across a hundred thousand miles of Great Jing! A single crimson road leading straight to God Ascension! Before the eyes of all, atop the Great Jing royal palace, Flesh-aura and Blood Resentment merge into one, achieving the first, the foremost God Ascension in all of history!!!!"
False Inner Demons: create some illusions, spout some rhetoric—'You're heartless, you're cruel, you kill indiscriminately, you've extinguished your humanity.'
True Inner Demons: understanding, empathetic, superbly in tune.
Who says these Inner Demons are bad? These Inner Demons are just too good.
Lu Ding also never expected that the accumulated resentment and obsession of his nineteen years would use the ferocious nature of the Six-Winged Cicada Slough to resurrect the Inner Demons. No breakthrough without destruction, and they even came with their own Blood Resentment, able to merge with him into one, mutually achieving greatness.......
This time, the nation had done him a huge favor.......
Lu Ding ignited with a body of black smoke, looking towards that figure shrouded in icy white mist, identical in appearance to him but even more maniacal, whose very speech carried a twisted, eerie resonance—the Inner Demons.
He extended his hand, holding Blood Frost level, pointing directly at the Inner Demons ahead: "Great Jing, no sheathing of the blade." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
The Inner Demons, holding a Blood Frost formed from condensed white mist level, pointed back in response: "Great Jing! No sheathing of the blade!!!!!"
