The Demonic World I designed-Chapter 666 - 656: Plotting...

"Half a million soldiers for a loan period of three years?"

Weichi Feihong, listening to Lady Ziyue’s words, was quite puzzled and curiously asked, "What’s the meaning of this?"

According to Lady Ziyue, these half a million battle soldiers would directly join his Wind Department for an intense half-year training, after which they would be sent straight to the Northern Territory’s battlefield for training through real combat.

His own method of training soldiers was actually similar, not as mild and steady as Xuu Hu’s. As a bastard son from the Weichi Clan, he was able, in just one short year, to have an elite troop at his command and swiftly earn many military achievements by using the harshest methods and polishing them on the battlefield into an iron-blooded elite force.

Many people knew of his great name, and knew that under Weichi Feihong’s command, one would die the quickest, but also earn military achievements the fastest. It all depended on whether you dared to risk your life. Therefore, those who were willing to join Weichi Feihong’s ranks were determined to make their mark in the military.

So the Emperor’s order for him to lead the new recruits for half a year before sending them to the Northern Territory to nurture troops through war did not bother him at all, as this was his expertise. But what was this about a three-year loan?

Was he, after all his hard work training the soldiers, supposed to give them back after three years? Was that a joke?

"There’s no other way..." Lady Ziyue said with a wry smile, "If we were to demand them outright, that young Emperor wouldn’t be so easily fooled. Only by asking to borrow them would he be willing."

"He would be willing!" Weichi Feihong said with a cold laugh, "We provide the resources, train an elite force for him, and it’s like a pie falling from the sky for him—who wouldn’t want that?"

This method of emergency troop training was not cheap; high risk required a high reward. In the past, to calm the soldiers’ emotions, he had not spared top-tier medicinal materials. It’s as if they were free, and this time to support him, the Emperor sent Lady Ziyue with loads of jadeite!

This jadeite had more energy than even the highest quality emerald, and its pure energy, when flowing directly into the soldiers’ bodies for refinement, was more helpful than any medicinal material, but this method was particularly expensive. Now, top-quality emerald, which could buy a house in Jiangnan for a single piece, was surpassed in value by this jadeite, which could match dozens of top-quality emerald pieces. Using it to train soldiers directly, even the always generous Weichi Feihong felt immense regret, especially now that he was told he would have to return these trained soldiers?

Who would think this reasonable?

"Don’t worry about that..." Lady Ziyue said with a smile, "The beauty of the Divine Path is that once a person enters our system, they won’t want to leave. We only promised the Little Emperor to return those soldiers, but will those soldiers want to go back?"

"Uh... that’s true..." Weichi Feihong realized this as well.

Which fool would be willing to come back?

Leaving the Warrior Army and losing the boost from the power of faith, even if they could take their strength with them, after experiencing these benefits, who would want to stop?

All creatures crave evolution, and once accustomed to the Divine Path’s intense support, who would want to return to the way things were?

As for luring them back?

What a joke, what could the Little Emperor offer them?

Could he help them break through to First Rank? Or provide them with nearly infinite energy support?

He had nothing, so what made him think these soldiers would serve him?

Title? Military exploits?

What a joke...

In the end, even if half die during training, there’ll be at least two hundred thousand elite troops left, each at least of Third Rank or above. How many titles can the Emperor bestow to attract them?

And how many would want to come back to accept such useless titles?

In the end, it’ll just be a formality: the soldiers will return, and then they will run back to Jiangnan. By then, it’ll no longer be my concern...

Moreover, that’s not even the main point. Once the soldiers return and demonstrate their astonishing strength, the nomads of the Northern Wasteland will inevitably race to enlist in Jiangnan. Even if they have to abandon their livestock and flee to Jiangnan, the nomads of the Beilang Ice Plains are naturally talented in archery and horsemanship and are accustomed to hardship—prime candidates for soldiers. Once the word spreads, will I ever lack a source of troops in the future?

With this in mind, Weichi Feihong suddenly burst into laughter, "Lady Ziyue is indeed wise, while I have been short-sighted..."

Among the War God Army, locals from Jiangnan recognized almost only Xuu Hu, and very few were willing to choose this new War God. After all... it still came down to not being famous enough.

Tian Heng, that fellow, is now making use of the opportunity to rescue the Southeast to zealously promote the image of the Western Sea Army. I can barely get a word in, and if I want to compete for troops, the only chance is this Northern Wasteland.

"Calculating against a child, this is still a first for me..." Lady Ziyue said with a shake of her head and a smile.

Perhaps the child hadn’t even realized it yet, but from the moment he promised to rely on Jiangnan, his fate as an Emperor was destined to be nothing but a puppet.

Once Weichi Feihong’s reputation began to spread, every man on the steppe would yearn to follow him, and internally, once the office of the Great Hell Ruler was established, clan powers would soon be tied down too. By that time, even if the Emperor caught on, it would be too late to escape the entanglement... It was nearly impossible.

In Lady Ziyue’s eyes, a child of about ten was already quite astute, but sadly, what he faced were old demons and matters that went beyond conventional wisdom. Not to mention a child, how many shrewd politicians could spot such a trap?

However delightful the blueprint was, it all hinged on whether Chen Qing could win the battle...

Lady Ziyue looked outside, feeling unaccountably heavy-hearted.

She reminisced about her past encounters with that member of the Siao Family.

That fellow... had given her a distinct sense of danger long ago, and his current performance had far exceeded her expectations. He was a guild player who could leave the Federation completely at a loss. This time... if not for Chen Qing, she truly feared he might force her into a corner!

Could Chen Qing really win against such an adversary?

"By the way, Lady, how do you plan to deal with the office of the Great Hell Ruler?"

More and more lost souls were gathering in Northern Wolf City, and theoretically, with only one city present, there should only be one City God. However, Northern Yan was a nation with substantive mass, not some minor country. Having conquered sixteen cities in the Youyun of Central Plains, it was one of the strongest with the largest population among the nations of the Northern Wasteland.

Someone so inexperienced was unsuitable to manage such a volume of souls, but if they were to continue to let a person from the Shen Family take charge...

It wasn’t that Weichi Feihong had any issue with the Shen Family, but he felt that if this continued, their power would grow too extensive.

Lady Ziyue nodded slightly, "I have someone in mind... you should know them too..."

"Oh?" Weichi Feihong was taken aback. Believing himself to be clever, he was completely unable to guess who she meant in that moment.

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"Bingyun... busy with yet another matter?"

In the Southeast District, the newly appointed Great Hell Ruler was a face unfamiliar to many.

Many knew him only as a well-reputed scholar, but none had anticipated that such a previously obscure individual would suddenly leap to power, taking charge as the Great Hell Ruler of the vast Southeast province!

Many had assumed the position would go to Wei Gongcheng or someone from the Shen Family, but instead, it went to someone whose name had never been widely known.

The announcement caused much discussion among the populace. Murong Bingyun was also puzzled.

However, having followed the scholar for some time, he had learned quite a bit.

It seemed the scholar knew much and had vast experience, and his discernment in criminal matters was extremely astute, not at all like that of a conventional Confucian scholar.

To Murong Bingyun, he seemed more like a veteran official seasoned with years in the Judicial Department.

"Bingyun..." the old scholar looked at him and suddenly spoke with a smile, "Have you ever wondered why I’ve never sent you to serve as the City God of any city?

"Eh?" Bingyun was startled, feeling a mix of emotions welling up inside him.

In Southeast, being newly acquired land, the Lord above didn’t intend to let the Shen Family grow stronger, so appointments for the office of the City God seemed to be handed out by the elder before him, often to new figures, and sometimes to scholars not born of Magicians who lucked into the position. Yet despite all this, despite being regarded quite favorably by many lately, he still hadn’t managed to land even a county-level City God role.

Was it really... because he was from the Northern Wasteland?

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