Otherworld Advance Team-Chapter 1770 - 1763: Sacrificial Ceremony

Ichuan Fei wore luxurious clothing, quietly standing to the side with a humble appearance, looking unnoticeable. The surrounding civil and military officials also kept their heads bowed, occasionally exchanging glances, seemingly worrying about something.

Luo’er looked at Emperor Wu. Despite his gentle demeanor, he appeared very thin, with furrows visible between his brows from frequent frowning. Perhaps it was an illusion, but Luo’er always felt that this Emperor Wu lacked the heroic aura a martial artist should possess and instead looked weak and easily bullied.

After all, he was the Emperor Wu, the martial ruler of the Dongsheng Empire. Even if he wasn’t the most formidable cultivator in the world, he was still no ordinary person. Why did he appear so fragile?

Emperor Wu’s skin was well-maintained; he probably had a constitution that prevented him from gaining weight, so while he looked thin, he wasn’t emaciated, with his overall facial appearance still relatively full and smooth.

"Greetings, Emperor Wu!"

Luo’er overlapped his hands over his abdomen, bowing as he spoke softly. He tried to convey an ethereal tone to match his appearance.

"No need for such formality, Saint, please rise and join me in camaraderie," Emperor Wu offered his hands as he spoke.

It was the first time he had seen a race like Luo’er. Despite being the Emperor Wu, his reaction was similar to any ordinary person, completely captivated by Luo’er’s beauty.

This was understandable; anyone who had never seen an elf before would have similar reactions upon encountering them.

The Wood Elves were different from the aloof Snow Elves and the worldly Night Elves; they were a synthesis of both, possessing their own unique charm.

According to the population market survey conducted by the headquarters on the Western Continent, Wood Elves were the most popular species in the slave market, with their acceptance level generally high among Western Continent people.

Emperor Wu gently grasped Luo’er’s arm, carefully lifting him up, appearing very cautious, like handling a delicate piece of porcelain.

Cheng Ziang, standing behind Luo’er, noticed that when Emperor Wu touched Luo’er, Ichuan Fei and all the surrounding civil and military officials were moved, with Yichuan Xv secretly clenching his fist. It seemed that if Luo’er accidentally made any inappropriate moves, these people might immediately rush in.

Having Emperor Wu touch Luo’er was an extremely high-risk action. Despite Ichuan Fei’s calm demeanor, ever since stepping onto the altar, his brows had remained furrowed.

After Emperor Wu lifted Luo’er, Luo’er slowly raised his head, and the two met eyes. In that instant, Luo’er gathered a lot of information from his gaze.

Firstly, he dared to conclude that Emperor Wu was very likely not a cultivator, or even if he were, his level would not be very high.

Luo’er had encountered many cultivators from the East Prosperity Nine States, whose eyes naturally carried an aura of arrogance. Anyone who had cultivated, no matter how humble their demeanor, could never completely erase the arrogance in their eyes.

Conversely, as a regular person, Ichuan Fei’s gaze lacked such arrogance. Although he could exhibit a compelling attitude, the arrogance of considering oneself superior due to being a cultivator was something he, as an ordinary person, could never replicate.

Emperor Wu’s eyes carried a hint of weakness, making it hard to believe that someone of his rank couldn’t exhibit the qualities of a martial ruler.

"I’ve long heard of the Saint’s illustrious name, and meeting you today proves the rumors true," Emperor Wu, with a look of delight in his eyes, scrutinized Luo’er, speaking with joy.

His voice seemed somewhat insubstantial, lacking the steadiness expected of a martial ruler. The accumulation of such clues made Luo’er increasingly intrigued by this Emperor Wu before him.

"Your Majesty is too kind, merely idle chatter from a wandering traveler, hardly worthy of Your Majesty’s concern," Luo’er replied softly.

Evidently, due to the advance team’s high profile while traveling, the rumors had quickly spread across Kyushu, even reaching the ears of the Emperor in the Capital City.

"I heard the Saint possesses a Western Secret Technique capable of granting people a realm. Is it true?" Emperor Wu asked excitedly.

"What does Your Majesty mean by secret technique?" Luo’er paused, momentarily taken aback.

"I wish to appoint the Young Lord as a national advisor and respectfully request teaching to obtain a realm from you," Emperor Wu said eagerly, bowing his hands.

"Your Majesty, this cannot be..." Luo’er appeared slightly caught off guard, instinctively taking a step back.

"Please do not refuse, national advisor!" Emperor Wu persisted, stepping forward almost adamantly.

In the midst of Luo’er’s dilemma, Ichuan Fei silently stepped forward, respectfully bowing, and said, "Your Majesty, inviting the Saint to the altar is meant to comfort heaven and earth and bring peace and prosperity to the nation. Please prioritize the well-being of the realm; other matters can be postponed."

"If the Saint doesn’t agree today, what will happen in the future?" Despite being reprimanded publicly by Ichuan Fei, Emperor Wu, instead of getting angry, seemed somewhat aggrieved.

"Your Majesty governs Kyushu, not the Western populace. Kyushu martial artists respect Your Majesty’s authority, yet Your Majesty is willing to humble oneself and study Western Secret Techniques. If known to the world, how would everyone react?"

Though Ichuan Fei’s tone was gentle, his words were well-crafted, courteous and restrained, rendering Emperor Wu speechless, with no idea how to respond.

The fact that Ichuan Fei dared to publicly reprimand Emperor Wu surprised Luo’er. Not considering their ruler-subject relationship, Emperor Wu was also Ichuan Fei’s uncle. Being chastised by his own nephew showed Emperor Wu’s lack of authority.

In truth, Ichuan Fei took advantage of Emperor Wu’s poor debating skills. If such words were directed at Luo’er, he could have almost immediately retorted, "As the Emperor, you should be the Emperor of the world, not just Kyushu. Why limit your ambitions to Kyushu without considering the entire world?"

Ichuan Fei implied that Emperor Wu’s learning of Western Secret Techniques violated ancestral decisions, and could be countered by including the West in the Empire’s territory, thus not violating ancestral regulations. freewebnøvel_com

Whether this argument is right or wrong aside, the key is to leave the opponent speechless. In this aspect, Luo’er’s proficiency was exceptionally high.

Such words not only demonstrated ambition but also silenced Ichuan Fei, making them perfectly suitable for such occasions, though unfortunately, Emperor Wu didn’t possess Luo’er’s eloquence.

However, Luo’er had no mind to pay attention to this because he realized that Ichuan Fei seemed to want him to preside over the ceremonial ritual. Could it be that his Saint’s identity was seen as advantageous?

With Ichuan Fei having many sources, he should be well aware of the advance team’s true identity and intentions. So what is this ceremony all about? Do they really want him to act all mystical?

After dealing with Emperor Wu, Ichuan Fei looked at Luo’er, bowed and said, "I respectfully request the Saint to conduct the prayer for Emperor Wu, comforting heaven and earth, ensuring the four seas eternal peace and peace in the provinces."

Cornered by Ichuan Fei, Luo’er had no choice but to brace himself, nodding and saying, pretending to be calm, "Since it is the Emperor’s divine will, we should certainly comply."

After speaking, he composed himself slightly, glanced at Emperor Wu’s disappointed expression, turned to face the altar, coughed lightly, and slowly began to speak.

"The War of the Western World lasted five years, and the Demon Clan ravaged many. Such devastation has led to a thousand miles of desolation, millions of skeletons exposed in the wilderness. Now, feeling the weight, may all unjust wars end with aggressors meeting their own demise. From this point, acknowledging the thousand-year history, all those brave enough to resist tyranny and invasion will be forever immortal..."

Luo’er spread his hands wide, murmuring incantations. He was not at all worried about being overheard by those around him because he was speaking in Chinese, not Kyushu language.

As an atheist, he couldn’t possibly believe in the supposed power of prayers, given that he was to preside over this ritual, he could certainly improvise, as these people couldn’t understand what he was saying anyway.

Subsequently, Luo’er continued to recite several segments, criticizing various acts of aggression and tyranny by the Dongsheng Empire. Those who couldn’t comprehend the language, like Ichuan Fei and Emperor Wu, were taken aback, feeling something was off but not daring to say much.

Luo’er was adept at seizing such opportunities to gain control. After his series of antics, the so-called ritual lasted for more than ten minutes, with its content largely criticizing the Dongsheng Empire.

This demonstrated Luo’er’s strong aversion to such acts of aggressive dominance, perhaps stemming from family influences.

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