Chapter 738 - - 548 Human Race should prosper_1

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“Just stoke the atmosphere, and individuals will be swayed by the group, doubt and change their views and actions, and shift towards the consensus; this is the effect of conformity.”

When everyone’s blood was boiling with the effort to revive the Human Race, naturally, no one cared about the old Emperor and his family anymore.

Just a few hours.

Even though the abdication ceremony had not yet taken place, in the hearts of the people, the supreme royal family of New Moon Country had already become a thing of the past.

Atop the Jinluan Hall.

All officials, led by Chi Muzhi, engaged in fierce debates over the abdication and the Human Emperor plan, striving for absolute perfection.

In everyone’s mind, the South Peak Emperor and Emperor Donghua were of paramount importance.

In the early days, with Emperor Donghua as their cover, they could develop unhurriedly, without having to confront the powerful Heavenly Court and Immortal Emperor right from the start.

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The discussion went on for a full two hours.

During that time.

Duge enriched the concepts of Literary Heart and Martial Gall, and using Solar Divine Power, he healed the elderly Civil Officials and injured Military Generals, while pacifying everyone’s hearts through Emperor Donghua.

To have what you want, you must first give; this was Duge’s usual trick.

The officials, once they had tasted the sweetness, dispersed to carry out their tasks.

The moment the ministers left the palace, Duge’s perception had naturally locked onto each one of them.

You can know a person’s face but not their heart; only by listening to their private conversations can you tell who is sincere and who is not.

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In the blink of an eye.

Only the old Emperor, his son, and a group of Cultivators from the Offering Institute were left on the Jinluan Hall.

A despondent He Yan summoned his son, their heads hung low like quails huddled in a corner, like two helpless children. Occasionally, a flicker of resentment showed in their eyes when they glanced at Duge, but most of the time, they appeared bewildered and clueless.

The royal family had a set of mature responses to coups and palace changes, but they were helpless in the face of a downgrade attack from the higher realms, without a single strategy at their disposal.

Duge no longer paid any attention to the two tools, instead turning his gaze to the State Preceptor and the others.

At the moment when Duge’s eyes swept over them, the State Preceptor and all the other Offerings prostrated themselves at once: “We are also of the Human Race, and we wish to protect and escort the revival of the Human Race.”

What else could they do?

Their backer was either an Emperor or a Great Emperor, accompanied by two True Immortals as guards. This sufficiently demonstrated the Emperor’s regard for the Human Emperor plan.

Among them, the State Preceptor merely had a Nascent Soul Cultivation Level. What could they use to stand against their opponents, their lives?

They had rallied to the Emperor in hopes of a place among the Yin Gods. Now that the Emperor was a thing of the past, they had no reason to sacrifice themselves for him anymore.

“Very good.” Duge looked at them and said, “The Cultivators from Dragon Tiger Mountain have already gone to invite your sect elders to come and congratulate my ascension. When the time comes, you will join with your respective sects to protect and escort the rise of the Emperor. When the day of achievement arrives, I will reward you according to your merits.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” The State Preceptor crawled on the ground, promptly changing their form of address.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” All the Offerings said in unison.

He Yan’s mouth twitched in frustration, and he closed his eyes, not wanting to see such a disheartening scene anymore.

“Your Majesty, may we also cultivate the Literary Heart and Martial Gall?” one of the Offerings boldly asked.

“No,” Duge decisively said. “The Immortal Realm and Mortal Realm are two distinct systems of cultivation; there is no reason to mix them. Once you have embarked on the path of cultivation, concentrate on it, and there will be a day when you come out on top.”

If there was a day when they could come out on top, who would seek a position among the Yin Gods from the royal court? If only they had known people in the Mortal Realm could cultivate Literary Heart and Martial Gall, they would have never entered into cultivation; how much better it would have been to focus on learning and martial arts…

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In the following two days.

Cultivators from various sects and schools steadily arrived at the Capital City, and stories of the ancient Human Race’s Literary Heart and Martial Gall began to spread through New Moon Country’s capital without any official announcement—all in private whispers.

Accompanying the tales of Literary Heart and Martial Gall were the legendary exploits of the ancient sages, the resurgence of the Human Emperor Inheritance, and the memorable poems used by the Literature Saint for battle:

“A sword qi cutting through thirty thousand miles, one sword’s chill extending over nineteen provinces”

“Torrential waterfalls plummet three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way is falling from the heavens”

“There exists a righteous qi within heaven and earth, taking shape spontaneously; below, it becomes rivers and mountains, above, it becomes the sun and stars. In humans, it is called the vastness…”

“Dark clouds press down on the city about to break, armor shining against the sun like scales of gold.”

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Admiring the mighty is a natural human instinct, especially when such valorous figures are closely related to oneself and there are facts to support the claims. Even if things aren’t verifiable, people are willing to believe they are true.

Because it adds to the sense of honor, identity, and empathy of the common people. Who wouldn’t want their own race to be so magnificent and glorious?

After all.

This is about adding luster to one’s own face…

Duge was adept at manipulating public opinion; rumors spread unofficially were much more believable than official information.

In just one day’s time.

The streets and alleys of the Capital City were all abuzz about the Literary Heart and Martial Gall.

“Have you heard? In ancient times, the Human Emperor could rival the Immortal Emperor.”

“I knew that a long time ago. The Literary have their Heart, the Martial their Gall. With a scholar’s pen, one can kill on paper; with a visit from the Literature Saint, one man can face down an entire nation.”

“The Martial Saint Kua Fu chased the sun, drinking half a river’s water in one gulp, drying up the Black River with another. When he died, he hurled his peach-wood staff at the sun, and where it fell, a peach forest grew. How magnificent was that!”

“Still, Kua Fu was not as great as Hou Yi, who truly shot down nine suns, saving the people from the dire straits of flood and fire, a true hero. It’s a pity he offended the Great Sage of the Demon Clan…”

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