Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

Chapter 746 Are you teaching me how to do something?

In the courtyard where Song Xuan lived, Lord Song was lying on a bench, looking lazily at the void, opening his mouth from time to time to eat the fruits fed by Yao Yue.

Yao Yue seemed to really like the feeling of feeding him, and she had no intention of ending until Song Xuan told her to stop.

In the end, Song Erni, who was painting, couldn't bear it anymore and coughed lightly, interrupting the peaceful and comfortable scene.

"Brother, I think the Song Dynasty court didn't send anyone here to negotiate, but to surrender!"

Song Xuan spat out a grape seed, nodded, and smiled, "I can see that the entire peace negotiation delegation, apart from the civil officials, the escorting Royal Guards are only at the early stage of fusion.

Although the two of us have real combat power comparable to that of a Mahayana cultivator, according to the records of the Imperial City Bureau, we have only just broken through to the Fusion Realm.

Therefore, the high-end combat force of this delegation is apparently escorted by only three powerful men in the early stage of fusion.

Looking at Mo Yuan's side, the imperial delegation has not arrived yet, but there are more than ten city lords who have arrived today alone, all of whom are at the peak of their fusion state.

If we really get to the negotiation table, there's no need to talk at all. All they need to do is release their pressure, and that coward Qin Hui will immediately kneel!"

Song Qian concluded: "Therefore, in this negotiation, the twelve cities occupied by the Dao Song army will not only be undefendable, but in order to quell the incident later, the Dao Song side will probably have to cede some of its interests appropriately.

The Emperor of the Song Dynasty sent Qin Hui to lead the delegation, probably with the intention of calming the situation down."

Victoria Song complained: "This is the softest emperor I have ever seen, second only to the old emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty!"

Whenever talking about the emperor, Song Qian always had to bring up the long-dead Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty to mock him. There was no way around it, because the old guy had issued an edict to take Song Qian as his concubine.

For the petty-minded Victoria Song, she will never forget this incident in her life.

Yao Yue asked curiously, "Logically speaking, Dao Song is a strong nation. If the two armies faced off head-on, they would have a good chance of winning. Why is the Emperor of Dao Song so spineless?"

"This has nothing to do with backbone or not."

Song Xuan waved his hand and said, "According to the news from the Second Prince, Emperor Dao Song has already reached the Mahayana stage of cultivation. It is estimated that he will abdicate within a hundred years to fully prepare for the subsequent tribulation.

For a casual cultivator, it is normal to be indifferent to life and death and fight just because you don't obey. But for the emperor of the Qiyun Dynasty, what he cares about more is stability and the stable and orderly inheritance of the throne.

For this reason, he would rather cede some territory than start a war between the two countries, just to ensure a smooth transition of imperial power."

Yao Yue stroked her hair thoughtfully and asked, "How does my husband plan to deal with the upcoming negotiations?

The Emperor of Dao Song only wanted a ceasefire, but for my husband, as a member of the delegation, if he signed an unequal treaty, his future path to advancement in Dao Song would be cut off.

This will have a huge impact on my husband's plan to take charge of the Imperial City Bureau!"

"That depends on your ability, madam!" Song Xuan laughed and subconsciously reached out his hand to Yao Yue's arms, but then he seemed to realize something and rubbed his forehead awkwardly.

Yao Yue glared at him coquettishly, and glanced at Song Qian out of the corner of her eye. Seeing that the little girl was painting seriously, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

My husband is good in every way except that he can't control his hands. He always wants to pinch something.

It would be fine if there was no one around, but my sister-in-law is not far away. How embarrassing would it be if she saw this?

Taking a deep breath, she said calmly, "What does my husband want me to do?"

"Come here with your ears!"

Song Xuan whispered in Yao Yue's ear, and the two of them whispered and discussed countermeasures.

In the distance, Victoria Song rolled her eyes.

Two idiots, so childish!

......

Two days later, the delegation from the Demon Yuan court arrived.

There weren't many people, just three.

A silver-haired old man, wearing a gray robe, perhaps to maintain his dignity, had an extremely obvious scar on his face, looking extremely intimidating.

A middle-aged man dressed as a scholar, tall in stature and with extraordinary temperament, gave Song Xuan the first impression that this man was a man of deep scheming and great talent.

Although the aura of these two people was only slightly dissipated, Song Xuan was able to keenly judge their cultivation level.

The peak state of fusion!

There was another person, wearing an imperial robe, who looked handsome and had an air of nobility in his every move. It was obvious that he was a member of the Moyuan royal family.

This person's cultivation is average, only at the middle stage of the fusion realm. Compared with the city lords of Mo Yuan, his strength is much weaker.

As soon as they entered the city, the three of them headed straight for the City Lord's Mansion. After seeing Yao Yue at the entrance of the mansion, the silver-haired old man spoke first with some displeasure.

"Are you the new Lord of Black Rock City?"

"I heard that you rang the bell ten times to welcome the Dao Song envoys who arrived, but why didn't you leave the city to welcome the imperial envoys who arrived?"

"Do you have a problem with me, or with His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince?"

As soon as these words were spoken, silence fell in the City Lord's Mansion. Many City Lords subconsciously took a few steps back, and each of them looked at the old man with amusement in their expressions.

Especially the Black Rakshasa, whose body was shattered and he temporarily condensed a new body to use, had excitement flashing in his eyes.

Fight!Fight!

Why is it that only my body was shattered? This old guy has to be shattered along with it!

As if hearing her prayer, Yao Yue's calm face turned a bit colder, and she said indifferently, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"So what if I teach you?"

The silver-haired old man was not afraid at all. In the imperial capital where there were Mahayana cultivators, his cultivation at the peak of the fusion stage was not very impressive, but outside the imperial capital, he was the top existence in the world.

Even if they are both at the peak of fusion cultivation, their combat power is different. In his opinion, with all the ancient treasures and multiple top-level magical powers at his disposal, shouldn't it be easy for him to take down a city lord?

In terms of background, how can you, a city lord who can only plunder resources from the periphery, compare with him, the guardian of the Temple of Worship who stays in the imperial capital all year round and enjoys the blessing of luck?

"Senior Lingxuzi!"

Just as the situation was tense and a battle was about to break out, the Seventh Prince hurriedly stepped between the two men and advised, "You two, this peace talk is of great importance. You must not act rashly."

As he spoke, he pulled the silver-haired old man Lingxuzi back and whispered, "Senior, national affairs are more important. We must not engage in internal strife! Peace is the most precious thing, peace is the most precious thing!"

Lingxuzi hesitated for a moment, just snorted, and said no more.

In this peace talk, the Seventh Prince is just here to go through the motions and gain experience, but even though he is not the Crown Prince, he has the support of an old Mahayana monster behind him. For a prince with such a backer, due face must be given!

After persuading Lingxuzi, the Seventh Prince looked at Yaoyue again, bowed and said with a smile: "Don't blame me, Lord Black Rock City. Senior Lingxuzi just has a bad temper, but he actually has no ill intentions.

I heard that the Dao Song delegation has been here for some time. Why not start negotiations now?

How about reaching an agreement sooner rather than later, avoiding any incidents on the border, and allowing the people of both countries to have a peaceful and happy New Year?

Chapter 747 Where do you get the nerve to make the two countries go to war over this?

Yao Yue was a little surprised.

She wanted to take this opportunity to lose her temper. It was normal for demonic monks to fight each other over a disagreement.

Even the Demon Yuan court couldn't say anything.

But before he started to lose his temper, the seventh prince resolved the conflict in a few words and even brought it up with state affairs. If he took forceful action at this time, it would seem like he was deliberately slapping the royal family in the face.

Although she didn't mind being slapped in the face, she was well aware of her own strength. Ordinary Mahayana cultivators could not do anything to her, but if she really encountered a Mahayana peak existence, she could only escape in embarrassment.

His strength has not yet reached its true peak, so rationally speaking, there is no need to completely turn against the Moyuan Royal Family now.

Just as I was thinking about how to deal with the follow-up situation if we fell out, I saw my husband leading the Dao-Song delegation coming from the side of the street. Before they arrived, he burst into hearty laughter.

"Haha, since your delegation has arrived, let's not waste time and start now."

As he spoke, Song Xuan nodded slightly at Yao Yue.

Yao Yue immediately understood that her husband wanted her to maintain her status as the city lord and continue to be promoted to the upper echelons of the Demon Yuan clan, and did not want to fall out with the Yifang Qiyun Dynasty now.

At that moment, she waved her sleeves and made a gesture of invitation.

"Then let's get started!"

...

In the reception room of the City Lord's Mansion, the envoys from both countries sat facing each other at a large square table.

After the servants from the City Lord's Mansion brought tea and fruits and left, Yao Yue waved her hand and the door to the reception room creaked shut.

"Let's start talking now. Once we've finished talking and signed the agreement, you can leave the room!"

As she spoke, she looked at the city lord sitting on the side and asked, "Is everyone okay with this?"

Black Rakshasa nodded first, "No problem, no problem, that's how it should be!"

The other city lords also nodded, as if they were all willing to follow the arrangements made by the Black Rock City Lord.

Lingxuzi and the middle-aged scholar beside him were stunned when they saw this. At this moment, he realized that the situation seemed a little strange.

This city lord, who is more beautiful than the fairies in the paintings, seems to be extremely prestigious among the city lords!

This woman must be very powerful to be able to make a group of unruly demons so obedient. She is very likely to be at the half-step Mahayana stage.

They did not consider the Mahayana stage.

Those old monsters are all busy preparing for the tribulation. Even if they want to experience the feeling of being an official, they can go to the imperial capital to serve as a priest or a supreme elder. They can enjoy the luck and resources without having to do any specific work. Isn't it refreshing?

Yao Yue didn't even look at Lingxuzi, but looked at the Seventh Prince, "Then, Your Highness, do you have any opinions?"

The Seventh Prince smiled gently, "The guest should follow the host's wishes. I came here just to gain experience. Senior, you are the host, and I will follow your arrangements in everything!"

Yao Yue retracted her gaze and couldn't help but mutter in her heart,

He has some skills, but it seems he is just another old villain!

I guess he is another guy who is eyeing the throne, but for her, this is not a bad thing.

Yao Yue moved her chair back and raised her hand to gesture for the start. "Now, let's get started!"

As soon as she finished speaking, it was like the referee's starting gun sounded, and an old man among the Five Heavenly Evils couldn't wait to pull Qin Hui up from the air.

"Dao Song occupied my city and sent a weak civil servant like you to negotiate?

Do you look down on me, or do you think you have me in your sight?"

Qin Hui's neck was pinched, and his face flushed red. "Senior, please talk it over nicely. A gentleman doesn't resort to violence!"

He knew that this negotiation might be full of difficulties. In his impression, the people on Mo Yuan's side were all devils who would eat people without leaving any bones. Negotiating with a devil would definitely not be smooth.

But he really didn't expect that it would be so unsuccessful. It had just begun and he had already suffered personal attacks.

If there is any disagreement here, will this hot-tempered old man smash my skull with one palm?

Ning Caichen slammed the table, a surge of righteousness rising from his chest. He shouted angrily, "Is this how you negotiate? If you don't want to talk, then our delegation will go back now!"

I'm sure General Yue would be happy to have a good fight with you on the battlefield!"

The three words "General Yue" seemed like a curse. The city lords looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear and helplessness.

At the beginning, the twelve city lords formed an alliance and jointly sent troops to invade the border of Daosong, hoping to gain some advantage. However, they failed to gain any advantage. Instead, they were defeated by the army led by General Yue, who marched straight in and even destroyed their lair.

When the armies of the cultivation world fight, they don’t fight alone. They need to set up formations, coordinate with magic spells, and make timely commands based on the specific situation.

Logically speaking, the city guards under the command of the city lords are all demons who rose up in fighting and grew up stepping on countless corpses. In terms of individual strength, they are even stronger than the Song army.

But Dao Song was too good at the art of combined attack using formations, and their coordination was no match for Mo Yuan's soldiers who were good at fighting alone.

As soon as the two armies collided, the Mo Yuan side collapsed and was directly attacked by the Dao Song army, losing twelve cities in a row.

Even now, they still can't accept why they lost so miserably.

The old man who was pinching Qin Hui's neck snorted coldly. Although his face was still cruel, he let go of his hand.

He just did it to intimidate others and gain an advantage in the subsequent negotiations, but he didn't really intend to end the negotiations.

"Don't use Yue Fei to scare people!"

The man who called himself the Bloody Hand Butcher slowly stood up and stared at Ning Caichen, "I admire Yue Fei's ability to command troops, but in the Wanling Continent, the one who truly determines victory or defeat is the Mahayana stage.

No matter how strong Dao Song’s army is, it is meaningless in the eyes of the Mahayana period.

Right now, it's just a border conflict. We acknowledge Yue Fei's abilities, but if a national war breaks out and a Mahayana cultivator is dispatched, I can say without hesitation that you, the Dao Song, have no chance of winning!"

"That's not necessarily true. You, a Mahayana-level being of Demonic Yuan, are incredibly powerful. Our Dao Song ancestors are no pushovers either. Do you think they would risk their own lives to start a national war for the sake of a dozen cities?"

Ning Caichen's expression was calm, without a trace of fear. "We're discussing the border conflict now. Don't bring up the national war. That's not something you can decide. I don't think you have such a high profile that it's worth the ancestors starting a national war just for you!"

The Bloody Hand Butcher's face was a little gloomy. He subconsciously raised his hand and stretched out a palm, trying to grab Ning Caichen's neck and lift him up.

The city lord had been sitting for a long time and had long been accustomed to being high and mighty. In front of an old monster in the Mahayana stage, he could be submissive, but at this moment he was publicly humiliated by a civil servant, which made him subconsciously want to solve the problem with force!