Sheng Fu

Chapter 1225 The Demon Lord's Whisper

Yuwen Jun quickly helped Ling and Wang Zuoyi up by the arms, and said with a smile, "You flatter me, you flatter me."

Bei Hanfei subconsciously tried to smooth things over, saying, "Let's sit down and talk."

Linghe Wang and Yuwen Jun then took their seats.

Yuwen Jun also keenly realized that as the regent of the Spirit Clan, he could not simply be a hands-off ruler; he had to be present on important occasions.

"Where has the new policy progressed?" Yuwen Jun asked curiously.

Logically speaking, Yuwen Jun should have been paying close attention to the new policies of the Spirit Clan, but clearly, he wasn't.

Although seclusion for cultivation is a legitimate reason, it is inevitable that the prince with heterochromia will have some doubts.

Bei Hanfei responded softly, "It went fairly smoothly. After Tang De and Qiu Yu left the capital, I promoted some officials and demoted some others. Those who supported the new policies were promoted, while those who resisted them were given a hard time."

"It was initially implemented in some city-states with relatively low taxation."

"This matter requires slow and steady progress; we cannot rush it."

"But the momentum has already started."

"And I also plan to form a cabinet when the time is right."

"Qiu Yu and Tang De will enter the cabinet. As for who will be the head of the cabinet, it will depend on the situation. In the end, these two just disagree with us politically, but their abilities are not weak."

"Unlike the human race, there are not many wandering heroes and scholars in the Spirit Race territory, nor are there many frustrated scholars. Therefore, we still need to use the original officials."

"The goal is to implement the new policies quietly and without fanfare."

"At that time, the clan members can check and balance the cabinet, and the cabinet can also check and balance the clan members."

“It’s naturally beneficial for the entire Spirit Race world to nitpick at each other.”

Yuwen Jun nodded slightly, realizing that this was the idea of ​​Huo Mu, An He, and Qing Yue.

Implementing the new policies smoothly and avoiding factional disputes as much as possible is naturally the best approach.

Linghe Wang also said, "I have already separated some of the elites of the Lingwang to start searching for talented people from humble backgrounds. I'm afraid it will be difficult to see results in the short term."

"I had intended to emulate the gods and hold an absolutely fair imperial examination, but the time was not right."

Although things are calm now, war could break out at any time, so there is no time to start a Chaohua Trial within the territory of the Spirit Clan.

Yuwen Jun pondered for a moment and asked, "Is there any movement at Sky City?"

Bei Hanmeng lowered her voice slightly and said, "It's very calm, but war could break out at any time. The Demon King is currently stationed in Iron Mang City and does not intend to go south. Judging from the signs, the God-Demon Alliance has collapsed, and the two races have once again entered a phase of mutual defense."

"The situation remains deadlocked, but this is a good thing for the three-race alliance."

"The simultaneous implementation of the new policies by the three races will also help win over the hearts of the people of the gods and demons."

"Of course, these actions have little practical significance in the face of absolute power."

Upon hearing this, King Linghe immediately showed displeasure and said, "Don't say discouraging things. The outcome is still uncertain, and anything is possible."

Bei Hanmeng lowered her eyes slightly and said nothing more.

……

The Demon Realm, the Capital City, the Eternal Palace.

Time and space are silent, without beginning or end.

The courtyard was covered in snow.

Suddenly, a snow-white lotus bloomed on the snow, its faint fragrance and subtle signs of life breaking the silence of the place.

With a creak...

The person who opened the door was a man of about thirty years old. His face was as white as snow, and his eyes were sometimes deep and sometimes innocent, as if the vicissitudes of different eras were being reflected in his eyes.

The man, dressed in a dark cloak with long hair reaching his waist, walked barefoot to the eaves. He gazed at the silver-clad courtyard, devoid of any aura, as if it belonged to another world. Suddenly, his gaze swept across the surroundings. The human world, the spirit realm, the demon realm—all came into view. From a single drop of water falling into an underground river deep within a cave, to a monarch cultivating in the palace, everything was taken in.

But he did not see those extremely hidden secret spaces.

"A new policy?" The man raised an eyebrow, seemingly showing some interest in or even admiration for the system.

He walked barefoot into the snow and slowly made his way out of the palace. His figure was mysterious and unpredictable. Before he knew it, he had arrived at the side of Dongtian Lake.

The dragon deep in the lake is still asleep.

At a glance, he saw a faint rune flash across his eyes. There was an ancient black dragon that had once perched on the head of this dragon, surviving by absorbing dragon energy.

Furthermore, it is said that a young dragon later came here, encountered the ancient black dragon, and obtained the ancient inheritance and the origin chip.

"I see!" the man murmured softly.

Subconsciously, he turned his gaze to the distant town of Yuxi.

Deep within the Dragon Clan's secret realm, in the depths of a nine-story palace.

The Dragon Lord, who was meditating, suddenly felt an extraordinary ripple of the Great Dao emanating from the secret realm. He abruptly opened his eyes, his gaze revealing the vicissitudes of countless ages.

"Awake?" the Dragon Lord exclaimed, deeply shocked.

With a wave of his sleeve, an invisible power of the Great Dao enveloped the entire Yuxi Town, blocking the prying gaze.

At this moment, the Dragon Lord's face suddenly developed many wrinkles, and he gradually aged.

A moment later, that deep, unfathomable gaze faded, and Yuxi Town remained as it always had, as if nothing had ever happened.

On the shore of Dongtian Lake.

The Demon Lord stood in the snow, aloof and independent, his imposing figure seemingly capable of overwhelming mountains and rivers.

Suddenly, a faint undercurrent appeared from the depths of the water. The Demon Lord looked at the dragon that was still pretending and asked in a clear voice, "What are you afraid of?"

"It's been a long time. You have reached the pinnacle of Lingxiao."

"congratulations!"

Deep underwater, the dragon trembled, not daring to look up at the surface of the lake.

"You are free." The Demon Lord's whispered words were like a thunderclap, reverberating in the dragon's ears.

The dragon's eyes were filled with confusion, wondering what this greatest man of all time was thinking.

But it is indeed free; the restrictions around it have been lifted.

Trapped at the bottom of the lake for many years, it didn't know where to go, because it was meaningless to go anywhere.

The once-cage-like Dongtian Lake is now the entire world.

In the wind and snow, the Demon Lord walked alone, his thoughts wandering endlessly.

Suddenly, a clear, melodious female voice rang out in the night: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, on your successful exit from seclusion!"

"Now that we have captured Iron Mang City, King Wu is preparing his troops and is just waiting for His Majesty's imperial decree before we can invade the heart of the Spirit Clan!"

The Lord of Eternal Night felt a surge of turmoil within him, as if he could unify the land and its inhabitants upon waking tomorrow.

However, the Lord of Eternal Night did not receive a response from the Demon Lord. He raised his head slightly and realized that his great emperor had disappeared.

An unprecedented sense of bewilderment lingered in the heart of the Lord of Eternal Night.

"You don't need to ask me about state affairs."

"The historical context needs to be carefully traced, but the general trend of the world remains unchanged."

His Majesty's voice reached his ears, yet the Lord of Eternal Night remained bewildered; His Majesty's heart was unfathomable...