Investiture of the Gods: I am Bigan, the Master of Conspiracy

Chapter 47: Rehabilitation of Jiuli
During a dispute over the ginseng fruit, Nanbo Hou committed suicide due to the division of the fruit.

This scene shocked everyone.

Yin Ziyu looked at this scene and naturally understood that from then on, the South, the North and the West had a great feud.

Not long after, Jiang Hengchu returned and was shocked when he saw the scene in the hall. He didn't even know what was going on.

I was just talking to my daughter about some family matters, but how come she turned out like this after I came back?

Emperor Xin continued to control the situation: "My dear ministers, just now, the discussion of the Jiuli tribe led to the death of Nanbo Hou. Now that our human race has entered a prosperous era, since a prince has died because of this, we will also have to discuss the Jiuli tribe again. What are your thoughts on the Jiuli tribe?"

Emperor Xin glanced at the princes below with a cold gaze, and the questions he raised were like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring up a thousand waves.

The air in the hall seemed to freeze. The princes looked at each other, their eyes full of hesitation and thought.

After a brief silence, a wave of whispers arose, and everyone was considering how to respond to Emperor Xin's sensitive and tricky question.

Those southern princes who had not yet left were filled with resentment over the death of E Chongyu, and now they transferred their anger to the Jiuli tribe.

It is necessary to exaggerate the harm caused by the Jiuli tribe to prove the value of the existence of the southern princes.

These people stood up one after another and exaggerated the harm caused by the Jiuli tribe in harsh words.

"Your Majesty, the Jiuli tribe is brutal and unreasonable by nature. For years, they have repeatedly invaded our southern border, burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of atrocities. Wherever they go, countless people of our race are displaced and corpses are scattered all over the land. Their evil deeds are simply too numerous to list. They are a serious threat to our race. If we don't eliminate them, there will be no peace in the world!"

"Your Majesty, the Jiuli people do not believe in the rituals and teachings established by the Holy Emperor, and they run counter to the orthodoxy of our human race. Their existence not only threatens the safety of Southern Xinjiang, but is like a cancer, constantly eroding the foundation of our Great Shang. If this continues, it will inevitably endanger the prosperity of our human race."

For a time, the princes in the south spoke one after another, portraying the Jiuli tribe as unforgivable, as if all the evil in the world was concentrated in them.

After the battle, Huangdi established rituals and education, but the Jiuli tribe fled to the remote and smoky areas in the southern border and still retained their ancient customs.

It can be said that this is a group of people who have not been civilized at all.

It is also mixed with the customs of the witch tribe, which is a huge gap from the current human race.

At this moment, Ji Chang secretly felt that something was wrong, and a strong sense of uneasiness surged in his heart.

Just now, in the dispute over the ownership of the ginseng fruit, in order to gain credit, he emphasized the importance of expanding territory, and indirectly denied E Chongyu's contribution in guarding against the Jiuli.

Now that Emperor Xin has mentioned the Jiuli tribe again, he has made it impossible for him to refute it. He just forced E Chongyu to death and now he begins to praise his achievements. This is too hypocritical.

Ji Chang opened his mouth and tried to speak, but he was overwhelmed by a deep sense of powerlessness and frustration. His hands trembled slightly unconsciously, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

At this moment, Ji Chang was shocked by Emperor Xin's tactics. They were truly terrifying. Now, Emperor Xin was trying to use the Jiuli tribe to make a fuss, but he and Beibo Hou couldn't say a word. If they did, everyone would accuse them of hypocrisy.

At this time, a thin civil official stood out from the queue, but his name was unknown.

This person looked respectful, clasping his hands together and bowing to Emperor Xin. He then spoke in a clear voice, "Your Majesty, I believe that now is the perfect time to resolve the Jiuli issue. Today, our Great Shang is flourishing, and the human race is at its peak of fortune, like the rising sun, radiant and embracing all rivers. Although the Jiuli once fought a decisive battle with the Xuanyuan Saint Emperor, time has passed, and circumstances have changed. Past hatred should not be like a heavy shackle, forever restraining our human race's progress."

After hearing this, Emperor Xin's expression suddenly became serious and he gestured for him to continue.

"Your Majesty is wise and sage. You should embrace the world with a broad mind. The Jiuli are, after all, a branch of our human race. If we dispatch capable ministers to pacify them, show them kindness, and reason with them, we will surely resolve years of resentment. Appeasing the Jiuli will not only end internal strife within the human race, but will also complete the human race's territory and unify its destiny. In this way, Your Majesty's grace will spread far and wide, and all will submit to him. Only then will you be truly respected by all and a well-deserved Human Emperor!"

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a lot of discussion in the hall.

Then another minister echoed: "Indeed, although Your Majesty is now the Emperor of Man, the Jiuli tribe is also human. If the Emperor of Man cannot pacify the Jiuli, then the destiny of the human race cannot be fulfilled. Only by pacifying the Jiuli can the destiny be fulfilled and the throne of the Emperor of Man be fulfilled!"

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Suddenly, some ministers appeared and began to praise this decision.

Upon hearing this, the princes of southern Xinjiang naturally disagreed.

If the Jiuli are pacified, the southern border princes will lose their value of existence, and the fortune of the human race will not flow to the southern border princes.

"Your Majesty, absolutely not! How can the Jiuli tribe be educated? Over the years, our southern border soldiers and civilians have fought countless battles with them and know their habits like the back of our hands. They are barbaric by nature, knowing only violence and plunder. They have no understanding of etiquette or morality, and will not be influenced by kindness or virtue."

"Your Majesty, I once personally led my troops into battle against the Jiuli. On the battlefield, they were disorganized and incredibly ferocious, like a pack of hungry beasts. They showed no mercy to our surrendering soldiers, slaughtering them wantonly with a brutality that was appalling. How could such a tribe be pacified? To pacify them would be like inviting a wolf into the house, a fate that would undoubtedly bring catastrophic disaster upon the Great Shang!"

After saying that, the man kowtowed heavily, and the sound of his forehead hitting the ground seemed to cheer for his firm attitude.

"Your Majesty, looking back to the ancient battles for the throne, the evil deeds of the Jiuli tribe were already clear. Back then, they set up the incredibly vicious Xuanyin formation, sacrificing countless lives. The formation was filled with swirling yin energy, with ghosts wailing and wolves howling. Wherever it moved, life was extinguished, the land was reduced to scorched earth, and all things were reduced to dust. How can such a blood feud be easily forgotten? Today, the Jiuli tribe's nature has not changed. If we continue to trust them and appease them, who can guarantee that they will not repeat their old tricks and once again use this vicious formation to endanger our Great Shang and our human race?"

After hearing this, Emperor Xin remained calm.

It is naturally difficult to implement this policy, and although these princes in southern Xinjiang may have exaggerated, they are not wrong.

However, this is the force that Da Shang must rely on if it wants to be reborn from the ashes.

By conquering Jiuli, the destiny of the human race can be fulfilled, and the ancient grudges can be put to an end here. No matter how great the merits of Emperor Xuanyuan were, the descendants of Xuanyuan have actually become a cancer of the human race.

(End of this chapter)