Chapter 1083

Not only did they kill the upper echelons of the Dayuan, Tie Muzhen included — every last one of them.

Even that grand imperial court — fully half of it is still ruins to this day!

Such terrifying methods — if applied here to Daqin, could Daqin truly withstand them?

For a moment, the civil and military officials, the Hundred Schools of Thought, all exchanged uneasy glances.

Everyone felt something was off, yet not a single person could refute Li Si's words.

Even the supreme Qin Huang Ying Zheng, apart from a face dark as still water, could not utter a single word at this moment.

Li Si knew well at this moment that, despite the silence blanketing the Orchid Pool Hall,

he had already reached an extremely dangerous position.

After all, as the Qin Chengxiang himself, such words truly carried the suspicion of shaking the army's morale.

If not for Qin Huang Ying Zheng's magnanimity,

any other Emperor would have had Li Si dragged out and beheaded on a charge of spreading monstrous lies to beguile the masses.

Every minister in the hall, every representative of the Hundred Schools, would surely have applauded and cheered.

Watching Ying Zheng's face grow darker and darker, Li Si dared not delay and hurriedly spoke at once,

"Therefore, this humble minister deduces that the Qinglong Society's ambition does not lie in the Nine Provinces at all.

Toward the various powers of the Nine Provinces, they are more about balance."

"What?"

Everyone hearing these words could not help but be stunned.

A super-faction as overwhelmingly powerful as the Qinglong Society — and they only want to balance the various powers?

Is it that the Qinglong Society's upper echelons are dim-witted, or that you, Li Si, have something wrong with your head!

Of course, regarding that first half of the thought, these people actually did not dare to truly think it through.

They did not dare risk the Qinglong Society learning of it and thereby falling into peril.

"Explain in detail."

Unexpectedly, it was Ying Zheng, seated high upon the imperial throne — the Long Yi — whose gloom had cleared from his face, who spoke lightly to Li Si below.

"Yes!"

Seeing Ying Zheng thus, Li Si's heart was instantly set at ease,

"The Qinglong Society's strength is extraordinary — this is known to all.

Such a transcendent faction, and a supreme figure like the Grand Dragon Leader, clearly have aims not confined to the Nine Provinces.

Take the Qinglong Society suddenly opening various missions — all those known so far lie in another world entirely.

From this we can see that the Nine Provinces under heaven truly are not regarded by the Qinglong Society."

The ministers, hearing this, could not help but nod vigorously.

Now the Ten Thousand Realms have already opened.

Setting aside everything else, take only Daqin's very first Ten Thousand Realms mission.

After planning for so long, it still has not been completely concluded.

Yet what Daqin has gained from the otherworldly Qin State far surpasses what ordinary conquests of Nine Provinces cities could yield.

At the very least, after Can Jian was finished being interrogated by Yin Zhong and learned the state of the Nine Provinces, he submitted to Daqin outright.

Can Jian, as a person, may not possess the highest sword-Dao talent.

But he is a supreme expert of the Mythical Realm — at the very least an existence on par with the ordinary Heavenly Dao Golden List tier.

With him joining, Daqin's strength has risen yet again.

Not to mention, under his guidance, Daqin has already captured Ximen Changkong and Wang Xu from the otherworldly Qin State, one after another.

These two supreme Mythical Realm experts also bowed their heads and pledged allegiance outright.

By now, the number of experts Daqin possesses has long since multiplied many times over compared to before the opening of the Great Contention Era.

Furthermore, Daqin has dispatched the Hundred Schools to infiltrate the otherworldly Qin State.

Guiding every gifted person among their Hundred Schools over to our side.

Thereafter, even rarer cultivation resources from the otherworldly Qin State — and from the other six states — have all been transported back to Daqin.

From this otherworldly realm, what Daqin has gained surpasses past conquests by who knows how many times.

A single otherworldly Qin State has already brought Daqin so many gains.

How much more so the Qinglong Society, which issues the missions!

How many mission worlds can they obtain, and how many mission resources?

Even if the Nine Provinces are vast and alluring, can they truly draw the Qinglong Society to unify them?

Yet if this is so, the Qinglong Society stands above the great powers of the Nine Provinces — what, then, is their true intent?

At once, this question rose in the minds of Daqin's ministers and the representatives of the Hundred Schools alike.

Li Si, seeing everyone in the Orchid Pool Hall fall into contemplation, could not help but curve his lips upward.

He knew that this round of his argument had indeed made these court officials and representatives of the Hundred Schools listen.

Then, with this, he only needed to press on and add a little more fuel.

The alliance between Daqin and the Great Tang would surely fall through.

Just as Li Si was preparing to continue his persuasion, a palace guard suddenly appeared at the Orchid Pool Hall's door, fist cupped, and announced,

"National Preceptor Yin Zhong, the Late Emperor's Highness, Lord Shang, Lord Wu'an, Mr. Can Jian, and others have returned in great victory from the other realm.

They have come before the Orchid Pool Hall to present captives to Your Majesty."

To wage war against the other realm's seven states, Daqin had nearly committed its entire elite force.

The ministers, who had been pondering the Qinglong Society's true purpose, were all drawn to look by these words at once.

Of the seven foreign nations, there were only six supreme Mythical Realm experts in total.

Now Canjian, Ximen Changkong, and Wang Xu have all surrendered to Great Qin.

Those not yet captured are only Qianggong, Miss Feixue, and that Nameless one.

Hearing that Yin Zhong, Prince Zichu, and the others had returned presenting captives, it showed that of Qianggong's group of three, at least one had been captured and brought back.

Hearing Ying Zheng was overjoyed, no longer caring to listen to what Li Si had to say.

He rose directly from the Long Yi, strode with great steps, leading the ministers out of the Lanchi Palace.

Li Si saw that the ministers and the various schools of thought had all followed along, and could not help but smile bitterly.

He had prepared for a long time this time, and was just about to persuade the ministers and Your Majesty.

If the matter of the Qintangjie Alliance fell through, and the Eighteenth Imperial Prince Hu Hai brought back good news from the Ten Thousand Great Mountains—

Then the blow to Hearing Fusu would absolutely be no small matter.

But now, everything had come to nothing.

After all, most of Li Si's arguments were his own personal speculation.

At the time one could still listen, could still think it over.

Once one calmed down and thought it through, one would discover—

Even if the Qinglong Society did not permit Great Qin and Great Tang to form an alliance, so what?

After all, the Qinglong Society would hardly strike again over such a small matter, would they?

Although the Qinglong Society was incomparably domineering, if one did not provoke them, they actually very rarely took action.

But once one did provoke them, one would receive their thunderous strike.

Elsewhere, Hearing Ying Zheng led the ministers and the various schools of thought, arriving in high spirits outside the Lanchi Palace.

He discovered that the great parade ground before the palace was already filled with experts who had returned from the campaign against the seven foreign nations.

The leader was precisely Great Qin's former prince, Prince Zichu, along with the National Preceptor Yin Zhong.

Captured by a group of experts was a woman in white gauze, whose appearance and figure were both first-rate.

It turned out that Miss Feixue had been seized and brought back.

Hearing Ying Zheng could not help but glance at Canjian, and discovered that although Canjian pretended to be heartless, he still could not help looking toward Miss Feixue's direction from time to time.

Clearly, although this master swordsman of another world could give up personal feelings for the greater good—

Miss Feixue had after all been in love with him for who knew how many years, and he still could not let go.

"We pay our respects to Your Majesty; long live our Emperor, ten thousand years, ten thousand years, forever and ever."

Yin Zhong led the way, and behind him a group of experts, including Prince Zichu, all bowed in homage.