Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 354

"Who else could it be but Wu Tian, the man revered by the Dragon Country's Martial Arts World as the Martial Emperor?" the Chief Minister said coldly.

He wanted the Sword Saint of Fusang to defeat every challenger in Dragon Country, instilling deep-seated pressure in the hearts of its people. Then, Fusang would seize the momentum to completely invade Dragon Country's economy and other sectors. By then, much like during Li Shimin's era, the Five Surnames and Seven Families would rule without being kings. Dragon Country would still appear to be governed by its own people, but in reality, it would have become Fusang's puppet.

This was the plan the Chief Minister had formulated.

The Chief Minister had started his machinations against the people of Dragon Country long ago, but they remained blissfully unaware. After all, it was the Chief Minister who had proposed targeting Dragon Country as the primary market for those kinds of films. Once the internet became popular, those kinds of films were deeply beloved by the people of Dragon Country. The youth would hide away to watch them, and the adults? They would watch secretly as well, hiding them from their children. By that point, the physical constitution of most people in Dragon Country had already been depleted. It had truly become a 'Sacred Ruins'!

The Lord of the Four Seas at the time also noticed this problem. Those kinds of films were impossible to ban completely. Therefore, under an official campaign led by the Lord of the Four Seas, milk was introduced into every household. But the people of Dragon Country had already lost too much; no amount of milk could replenish their depleted vitality.

Furthermore, Fusang feared that if they entered Dragon Country, they might be assimilated, just as the Five Barbarians had been during their invasion of China. Thus, Fusang needed the people of Dragon Country to accept their culture, which is why Fusang's anime also became a weapon in the Chief Minister's arsenal.

This time, the Chief Minister planned a full-scale assault to completely conquer Dragon Country. However, he felt the only oversight in his plan was Wu Tian.

"Wu Tian? Are you certain the Sword Saint cannot defeat Wu Tian? You must know, all three Ghost Cleave blades are now in the hands of our Sword Saint." The Emperor of Fusang was very confident in the Sword Saint, who was of royal blood and a distant relative of his.

Hearing the Emperor's words, the Chief Minister waved his hand. "You don't understand. You truly don't. Opportunity knocks but once. We must seize this chance."

As he spoke, the Chief Minister's calm gaze turned fierce, and a cold sneer touched his lips. "Wu Tian is our stepping-stone. He must die at the hands of our Sword Saint, no matter what methods we use."

"Are you referring to what happened to Huo Yuanjia?" Hearing this, the Emperor of Fusang instantly understood the Chief Minister's intentions.

"Yes and no. Wu Tian is immensely more formidable than Huo Yuanjia ever was." A smirk played on the Chief Minister's lips, and his eyes glinted with an arrogance that seemed to defy the world. "We will use poison, yes, but we won't stop there. Before his battle with the Sword Saint of Fusang, we must ensure he is grievously wounded. That way, he will undoubtedly die beneath our Sword Saint's Ghost Cleave blades. This entire matter must be kept from our Sword Saint, for he is a true believer in the spirit of Bushido. He would never permit an unfair duel."

"It is time to summon the Onmyoji and Ninja." After speaking, the Chief Minister looked at the Emperor of Fusang. "These ancient forces still pledge allegiance to your decree. It is up to you."

The Chief Minister's role was like that of Dragon Country's Prime Minister, while the Emperor of Fusang was the Emperor. Yet now, the lines of authority were blurred; the lord was not a true lord, and the minister not a true minister.

But in the end, the Emperor of Fusang had no choice but to nod. If the Onmyoji and Ninja were to move against Wu Tian together, he would certainly be covered in wounds before his duel with the Sword Saint. His death beneath the Sword Saint's Ghost Cleave blades would be a certainty.

"You may proceed with the arrangements," the Chief Minister said, waving his hand to dismiss the Emperor of Fusang. The Emperor clenched his teeth but left nonetheless.

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