I just reached the maximum level, and you want me to be a puppet emperor?

Chapter 741 Undercurrents Surge in the Eternal Day, Internal Strife Brewing Within the Pope! (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)

Meanwhile, Li Chen, who had finished his shopping and was preparing to rest, was completely unaware of this little incident.

In fact, there are countless people who support and admire him, but there are also many who secretly hate him and want to tear him to pieces.

However, most of these people didn't even have the courage to look him in the eye, let alone carry out an assassination.

Li Chen was not the emperor of the Tian Ce dynasty who faced the fewest assassination attempts, but he was the one assassins dared not touch the most.

Today, Li Chen's final step was to visit Lin Yue'e's residence in the capital.

This is an elegant and unique three-courtyard house. Although it is not luxurious, it is full of ingenuity and charm.

"I remember when you first came to serve me, your biggest dream was to have your own little home in the capital, so you wouldn't have to live under someone else's roof anymore."

Li Chen surveyed the scenery in the courtyard, his tone slightly teasing.

"Looking at it now, this little nest is not bad at all."

This mansion of Lin Yue'e was personally bestowed upon her by Li Chen.

As Li Chen's trusted confidante, whom he personally promoted and carefully cultivated, Lin Yue'e's loyalty to Li Chen is undoubtedly at the highest level.

Therefore, Li Chen was never stingy with his rewards for her, and as the Minister of the Imperial Clan Affairs, she held a high position and great power, and her salary was extremely generous.

The dream that might have taken her decades to achieve back then has now been easily attained, even far exceeding her expectations.

Hearing Li Chen mention the past, Lin Yue'e blushed slightly, her eyes filled with gratitude and warmth. She softly replied, "All of this is thanks to Your Majesty. If it weren't for Your Majesty's appreciation and cultivation, Yue'e would be struggling somewhere now, how could she dare to hope for such a blessing? Yue'e will never forget Your Majesty's kindness."

In her heart, the young emperor before her was already a complex figure who was a ruler, a teacher, and a friend, and someone she was willing to serve to the death.

Deep within Lin Yue'e's residence lies her most private and important cultivation place, a small paradise.

Although it is not large in scale, the fact that it has its own independent cave already symbolizes the extraordinary status and favor of its owner.

It should be noted that even in some long-established sects, only a few of the most powerful individuals are qualified to possess and create their own hidden realms.

When Li Chen bestowed this meticulously crafted miniature grotto-heaven upon her, Lin Yue'e was filled with trepidation, feeling that her cultivation was still shallow and her contributions to His Majesty were far from sufficient, and that she was truly unworthy of such a precious treasure.

Li Chen simply smiled casually, patted her shoulder, and said, "Take this as a gift. Just focus on your cultivation. When you cultivate to the point that I am satisfied, that will be the best reward for me."

This grotto-heaven is filled with spiritual energy far exceeding that of the outside world, and it is also planted with many rare treasures bestowed by Li Chen. It is surrounded by rosy light and has a gurgling spiritual spring.

Lin Yue'e was originally a genius from the Firefire Combat Academy, with outstanding talent. With Li Chen's unreserved resource allocation and meticulous guidance, her strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and she is no longer the same as before.

Given time, breaking through to the legendary "Saint Realm" no longer seemed like an unattainable dream for her, but rather a goal she was very confident she could reach.

Whenever she thought of this, Lin Yue'e felt an overwhelming surge of excitement. The Saint Realm was a threshold that countless cultivators could never reach in their entire lives, yet now she could actually touch it.

Li Chen looked at her cheeks, which were slightly flushed with excitement, and smiled calmly, but his tone carried a captivating meaning: "Cultivate well, the Saint Realm is just the starting point."

"Starting point?" Lin Yue'e keenly caught the word, a hint of shock and curiosity flashing in her beautiful eyes. "Your Majesty, do you mean there is a higher realm above the Saint Realm?" Li Chen kept her in suspense, smiling mysteriously: "I will tell you when you truly step into that realm."

With today's cultivation guidance concluded, Li Chen got up and left.

Lin Yue'e respectfully saw him off all the way to the gate of the mansion, still reluctant to go back. Judging from her posture, if Li Chen hadn't explicitly told her to stop, she probably would have respectfully escorted him all the way back to the palace.

Upon returning to the palace, Li Chen did not rest, but instead summoned more than ten concubines he had acquired from the Yongzhou Empire.

These women were all blonde with blue eyes, fair skin, and stunningly beautiful, exuding an exotic charm.

He ordered his men to unfold a detailed map of the Eternal Day Empire. Under the guise of reminiscing and showing concern, he subtly extracted information from these concubines about the Eternal Day Empire, especially the Papacy and the royal family, their customs and traditions, and the intricate relationships between various factions.

These concubines, having lived deep within the palace for so long, may have been slow to learn about their homeland. However, given their noble birth, they still provided a great deal of valuable information about the top power structure of Yongzhou and certain secrets.

Li Chen listened carefully, and the information he received from the secret guards confirmed his understanding of the situation in Yongzhou.

However, looking at the mere dozen or so beauties of Eternal Day, Li Chen felt a slight dissatisfaction.

He conquered and subjugated countless forces, and each time he brought hundreds or even thousands of beauties from various ethnic groups into his harem. In comparison, the number of concubines from Yongzhou, one of the strongest empires on the continent, seemed rather small.

'I wonder what I can gain from this trip to Yongzhou?' This thought flashed through his mind.

Meanwhile, in the Yongzhou Empire, thousands of miles away, the atmosphere in the solemn and sacred core council hall of the Papal Palace was completely different from the enchanting atmosphere of the Tian Ce Harem; it was filled with tension and tension.

Inside the magnificent circular council chamber, the walls are carved with sacred epic murals, and the dome is inlaid with huge crystals that emit a soft white light.

A huge round table, polished from pure white jade, was placed in the center of the hall, symbolizing the equal status of the various leaders within the Papacy, who discussed important matters together.

However, the atmosphere around the round table was tense at that moment.

At the head of the round table, the tallest and most magnificent chair, carved with a golden holy emblem, was the Pope's throne. It had been vacant for months, the cold jade stone silently testifying to its owner's absence.

Around the round table, three distinct factions emerged.

Seated to the right of the papal throne was a middle-aged man with a sharp face and piercing eyes, dressed in a scarlet bishop's robe. He was Cardinal Derek.

Cardinals are special bishops among cardinals, and are themselves members of the cardinal class.

He leaned forward slightly, his hands pressed firmly on the table, his knuckles turning white from the pressure, his voice loud and authoritative: "His Holiness the Pope has been missing for over a hundred days! The Holy See cannot be without a leader for even a day! Heretics are eyeing us covetously from the outside, and believers are filled with dread from within!"
The most urgent task is to immediately elect a highly respected acting pope to take charge, stabilize public sentiment, and exercise papal authority! Otherwise, what will become of the millions of believers in the Papacy?

His supporters, several bishops also dressed in red robes and a paladin commander in bright silver armor, nodded in agreement, their tone urgent.

Sitting opposite Derek was Cardinal Pamela, a woman of elegant bearing and still possessing a captivating charm.

She leaned back in her chair with a seemingly languid posture, but her eyes were equally shrewd and ambitious.

(End of this chapter)