Vientiane Throne of Civilization

Chapter 2089 Keep Your Tail Tucked Between You
Monk Baoyin finally couldn't hold back and used the Great Compassion Palm to wake up the Hundred Refinement Realm officer who was like a dead pig.

He had accumulated too much pressure along the way, and he needed a place to vent it.

Despite his thin appearance, the old monk Bao Yin possessed surprisingly strong strength. The Hundred Refinement Realm officer, who was unconscious at the time, was immediately knocked dizzy by his blows.

After confirming that the other party was awake, Monk Baoyin ignored him and looked at Zhou Ye again.

"Captain Zhou, what about our Southern Capital Kingdom's request for aid?"

"Don't worry, the Emperor has already made arrangements for this matter. Come with me."

After saying that, Zhou Ye led the monk Bao Yin outside at a leisurely pace.

Just as they stepped out of the main hall of the court, they bumped into a figure dressed in a black military uniform.

In just one glance, a storm raged in the heart of the monk Baoyin.

[A Saintly Mage?]

Before he could think any further, Zhou Ye's voice rang out.

"Vice Commander Gillespie, it's been a long time."

"Long time no see, Captain."

At this moment, Geert's appearance was not deliberately arranged.

As Zhou Xu's student, he would regularly visit the palace to consult Zhou Xu on cultivation issues; their encounter was purely accidental.

Both of them were busy with their own things and didn't chat much. They basically just exchanged greetings and passed each other without even stopping.

This is one of the characteristics of the Great Zhou Dynasty: maintaining basic politeness without excessive formalities.

But the monk Baoyin, who was following behind Zhou Ye, was completely unable to calm down.

He was fairly certain that the person who had just brushed past him was a mage at the Saint Realm level.

However, a mage of this caliber is only a vice-captain?

This made the monk Baoyin dare not think any further, but later, when he thought of that terrifyingly powerful emperor, he couldn't help but feel that it made sense.

[Is the strength of the Great Zhou Dynasty truly this terrifying?]

As a dignified Saintly Realm Master and the National Preceptor of the Southern Capital Kingdom, he was second only to the emperor and above all others in the kingdom.

However, upon arriving in the Great Zhou, everything he experienced along the way told him that his strength and status were nothing in the Great Zhou.

Even if you are the Grand Preceptor of the Southern Capital or a Saintly Master, you still have to keep a low profile in the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

During this time, the officers at the Hundred Refinement Realm following behind didn't dare utter a single word.

He had no chance to change his wet crotch. At this moment, he just wished he could become invisible, otherwise he wouldn't feel at ease even if he was following behind Monk Baoyin.

Just as the two were thinking, Zhou Ye had already led them to the Imperial Guard's training ground and laid his cards on the table.

“Our Great Zhou has no intention of sending troops to support us, but if your Southern Capital is willing, we can provide you with some assistance in terms of weapons and equipment.”

Upon hearing this, Monk Baoyin's composure instantly crumbled, and he even had a curse on the tip of his tongue.

Are you fucking kidding me?
Of course, in the end, he didn't dare to actually say it.

Given the strength of the Great Zhou, the worst thing is that he might be speaking one second and dying the next.

In the eyes of the monk Baoyin, what use is this support of weapons and equipment?

Does their Southern Capital Kingdom lack weapons and equipment?
What they need is high-end combat power!
What's the use of having more weapons and equipment if we can't withstand the attack of those three Vajra Realm warriors?

“Actually, we don’t need your country to send troops. We just need to support two Vajra Realm level martial artists.” However, before Monk Baoyin could finish speaking, Zhou Ye waved his hand to interrupt him.

"Our emperor has a saying, 'Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach a man to fish and you feed him for a lifetime.' It means that instead of simply giving someone a fish, it's better to teach them how to fish so they can fish for themselves."

"Of course, our Great Zhou can send troops to help you get rid of the hyena threat, but even if we get rid of the hyenas, there's no guarantee that other beastmen won't invade your Southern Capital again in the future. Do you expect our Great Zhou to send troops to solve your problems every time?"

Zhou Ye's words were so righteous that even the monk Bao Yin, who had almost lost his temper and cursed a moment ago, had to admit that what he said was absolutely right and even very reasonable.

But this weaponry cannot change the reality that it cannot help their Southern Capital Kingdom escape its predicament.

Having probably guessed what Monk Baoyin was thinking, Zhou Ye spoke up again...

"Don't rush to conclusions, you'll see once you've read it."

As Zhou Ye spoke, he pointed to the training ground not far away.

The Imperial Guards were conducting shooting training at that moment.

The continuous gunshots startled both Monk Baoyin and the accompanying Hundred Refinement Realm officers.

"Captain Zhou, what kind of weapon is this? How can it make such an astonishing sound?"

From the perspective of Monk Baoyin and his companions, putting aside the power, the noise was truly frightening.

Seeing this, Zhou Ye smiled slightly.

"This weapon is called a rifle, and it is one of the standard weapons of our Great Zhou soldiers. Ordinary martial artists at the Hundred Refinement Realm cannot withstand the attack of this rifle!"

Upon hearing this, the Hundred Refinement Realm officer immediately lost his composure.

If a rifle, which is the standard weapon for ordinary soldiers on the Great Zhou side, had that kind of power, wouldn't I, as a martial artist at the Hundred Refinements Realm, just be a roadside idiot?

"I don't believe that thing can really have that kind of power!"

Perhaps out of a desire to protect his own value, the Hundred Refinement Realm officer finally couldn't help but question Zhou Ye's words.

Without further ado, Zhou Ye waved his hand, and the Imperial Guard soldiers in the distance immediately understood and brought over a target.

"You can check this target first. It's made of wood inside and covered with sheet metal on the outside. This thing is tougher than the flesh of a Hundred Refinement Realm martial artist, right?"

As Zhou Ye spoke, he handed the target directly to the Hundred Refinement Realm officer.

After taking it, the Hundred Refinement Realm officer quickly checked it and then nodded.

To achieve a body of copper and iron, one would need to be at least a Vajra Realm level martial artist; even a Hundred Refinement Realm martial artist's physical strength wouldn't reach that level.

After waiting for the other party to confirm, Zhou Ye handed the target back to the Imperial Guard soldier in front of him.

The Imperial Guard soldier jogged to the 100-meter mark and fixed the target in place.

Without further ado, the Imperial Guard soldier in charge of firing fired five shots in quick succession, emptying the magazine.

Immediately afterwards, the soldiers waiting nearby took the target and handed it directly to Zhou Ye.

Five shots in a row, all hitting the head and all penetrating the target.

Zhou Ye then smiled and handed the target to the Hundred Refinement Realm officer.

"Is the head of a Hundred Refinement Realm martial artist harder than this target?"

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(End of this chapter)