N-M Chapter 150, 8 is 8
Chapter 150, 8 is 8
The air in the council chamber seemed to freeze.
"Ye Feng," Zhao Gongming's voice was somewhat hoarse, "you have more than one Dao Fruit?"
The council chamber fell silent for a moment.
"More than one?" The Night Watch Director's voice rose three degrees.
Ye Feng did not answer.
He then took out a Dao Fruit from his spatial ring and placed it on the table.
Both fruits emitted a halo of the Great Dao at the same time.
"Two!" the garrison commander murmured.
Then the third one.
Three Dao Fruits were placed side by side on the table.
They had lived most of their lives without ever seeing a single Dao Fruit, but today they saw three at once.
Zhao Gongming looked at the three Dao Fruits on the table.
He was a composed man who, having served as the prefect for so many years, never showed his emotions.
His fingers were trembling slightly at that moment.
Three Dao Fruits.
If he had these three Dao Fruits, he would be confident that he could break through to the Martial God realm within three days.
"May God bless my Shanhe Prefecture!" The garrison commander was the first to come to his senses.
"Lord of the Prefecture, with these three Dao Fruits, your breakthrough to Martial God is just around the corner! Then, our Mountain and River Prefecture will have its own Martial God!"
"Exactly!" The Night Watch Chief slammed his fist on the table and stood up.
"The Martial God is the Great Dao's own son. Blessed by the Great Dao, he is unbreakable except by those at the peak of invincibility. As long as the Palace Master doesn't leave the Great Xia Plane, even a ninth-tier invincible being couldn't harm him!"
His words hit the nail on the head.
The reason why the God of War is so powerful is not only because they control the power of the Great Dao, but also because the Great Dao bestows blessings upon them.
Every martial god who breaks through in their own birth plane will receive the recognition and blessing of the Great Dao of that plane.
The blessing of the Great Dao is a plane-level defense that cannot be broken by anyone who is not at the peak of invincibility.
In other words, as long as Zhao Gongming does not leave the Great Xia plane, he is invincible.
Even a ninth-tier invincible being couldn't defeat him.
"But," Ouyang Nan hesitated for a moment.
"With just one War God, the pressure we face from Kyoto is only slightly less."
"The one from the Wang family is at the half-step ninth level. Moreover, he's not the only Martial God among the aristocratic families; the Wang family also has an early-stage Martial God, and other aristocratic families also have Martial Gods. We only have one, which is not enough."
"Not to mention the mechanical race."
"The three royal families of the Machine Race each have an invincible ancestor overseeing them. The Silver Moon family even has several Martial Gods."
"We killed their first in line to the throne, and they won't let this go."
The hope that had just been ignited faded away again.
Yes!
A single Martial God can change the situation of Shanhe Prefecture within the Great Xia Dynasty.
However, this could not change the fact that Shanhe Prefecture was at a disadvantage in the face of foreign tribes.
"What are you afraid of!" The garrison commander slammed his hand on the table.
"Eight hundred it is! If you're so capable, let's face off at Xuanwu Gate. Whoever wins decides! The aristocratic families are all cowards; they wouldn't dare!"
"Furthermore, if the mechanical race wants to attack my Shanhe Prefecture, they'll have to get past the alien beasts first!"
The Mechanical Race and the Great Xia are separated by the Hundred Thousand Mountains, which are home to alien beasts.
If the Machine Race wants to deploy their War God, the first thing they'll likely face is the Beast God from the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
"The garrison commander," Ye Feng spoke again.
"If I give you four Dao Fruits, can you break through to the Martial God realm?"
The garrison commander was stunned.
He just said, "Give me two and I can break through to the Martial God realm," that was just bragging.
He was at the early stage of the seventh rank, two minor realms away from becoming a Martial God.
"Four?" The garrison commander's voice was somewhat dry. "Ye Feng, are you serious?"
Ye Feng then took out fifteen more Dao from his spatial ring.
Eighteen Dao fruits were placed on the table.
This is the output of the Great Xia Dynasty over a hundred years.
"Guardian, are four Dao Fruits enough for you to break through to Martial God?"
"Chief," Ye Feng turned to the Night Watch Chief, "four for you, is that enough?"
"Brother Ouyang," Ye Feng said, looking at Ouyang Nan.
"You're getting older, and your energy and blood are declining. I'll give you five. Is that enough?"
Ouyang Nan's reading glasses fell to the ground on the table with a crisp sound.
He has lived for nearly seventy years, and has been stuck at the bottleneck of being a seventh-level mental energy master for decades.
He thought he would never have a chance to break through to the Martial God realm in his lifetime.
Now Ye Feng tells him that he will give him five Dao Fruits.
With five Dao Fruits, he can not only break through to the Martial God realm, but also go very far on the path to becoming a Martial God.
"That's enough," Ouyang Nan said hoarsely. "That's enough."
Ye Feng then looked at Zhou Wuwei.
Zhou Wuwei stood in the corner.
Of all the people present, he was the most distant from Ye Feng, and he never expected Ye Feng to notice him.
"Vice City Lord Zhou," Ye Feng picked up two Dao Fruits from the table and handed them to him.
"These two Dao Fruits should be enough to help you break through to the seventh-tier Venerable."
Zhou Wuwei looked at the two Dao Fruits handed to him, his fingers trembling slightly.
"Give it to me?" Zhou Wuwei's voice was filled with disbelief. "I come from a prestigious family."
Ye Feng looked at him.
He didn't rush to answer the question, but instead stuffed the Dao Fruit into Zhou Wuwei's hand.
"Vice City Lord Zhou," Ye Feng looked into Zhou Wuwei's eyes, "when Shanhe Prefecture was in peril, you didn't collude with Wang Yaowu. You were able to sit in this council hall and discuss with everyone how to deal with the Mechanical Race. That's enough."
"Ye Feng," Zhou Wuwei raised his head, his voice hoarse, "from today onwards, the Shanhe Prefecture families will follow your lead."
Ye Feng's eyes showed a look of relief.
Dao Fruit is a treasure, a supreme treasure of heaven and earth that even martial gods would fight tooth and nail for.
Ye Feng took it out not because he was generous.
It's not that he needs a powerful Shanhe Prefecture, but rather that he needs a strong Shanhe Prefecture. Only when the Shanhe Prefecture is strong can Jiangcheng be safe.
Lord Ye Feng looked at Zhao Gongming and said, "Shanhe Prefecture now has four Martial Gods. The next step is up to you."
Zhao Gongming stood up, walked to the table, and looked at the sixteen Dao Fruits.
Sixteen Dao Fruits are enough for Shanhe Prefecture to cultivate four Martial Gods.
With these martial gods, Shanhe Prefecture had the confidence to stand tall in the Great Xia Dynasty.
With these martial gods in place, the central government of Kyoto no longer dared to casually give away the territory of Shanhe Prefecture.
As for the Mech race?
Wouldn't it be better if they came!
New grudges and old feuds!
Let's do the math together.
"Next step," Zhao Gongming raised his head, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.
"Seclusion for a breakthrough. The Garrison Commander, the Director-General, and Principal Ouyang, let's all go into seclusion to break through to Martial God status."
Then his gaze fell on Zhou Wuwei's face.
"These next few days, I'll trouble Vice Prefect Zhou to oversee the daily operations of Shanhe Prefecture."
"Yes!" Everyone clasped their hands in unison and agreed.
……
Kyoto Central Council Hall.
The long council table was empty on both sides, except for an elderly man with white hair sitting in the main seat.
He wore a deep purple brocade robe, his fingers gently twirling a string of jade prayer beads.
He was like a dormant volcano, silent and still, yet his presence made the air in the entire hall seem to freeze.
Wang Yaowu knelt in front of the door, his forehead pressed against the floor tiles, not daring to utter a sound.
He recounted in detail the story of Yin Xing challenging Ye Feng in Shanhe Prefecture, without embellishing or omitting anything.
His voice was trembling as he finished speaking.
"Ancestor, Ye Feng killed Yin Xing, enraging the Mechanical Race. A vanguard of 30,000 troops has already reached Jiangcheng."
"If this matter is not dealt with, it may ruin the grand plan between Great Xia and the Mechanical Race."
The old man in the main seat opened his eyes and looked at Wang Yaowu with an imposing presence.
"You mean, the machine race is going to attack Jiangcheng?"
"It's because that kid named Ye Feng killed Yin Xing."
The old man suddenly laughed, but the laugh was chilling.
"Nonsense."
His voice wasn't loud.
But the air in the council hall suddenly felt heavy, and Wang Yaowu felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his back, making it difficult to even breathe.
"Do you think I'm a fool?" The old man's voice turned cold, and the prayer beads stopped spinning between his fingers.
"You've reversed cause and effect, stirred up trouble, and shifted the blame onto the Shanhe Prefecture. You dare to try and pull off such petty tricks in front of me?"
With a wave of his hand, an invisible burst of energy shot out from his sleeve, striking Wang Yaowu squarely.
Before Wang Yaowu could even scream, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
"Take him away." The old man waved his hand.
Two dark figures entered through the side door and dragged Wang Yaowu out.
The old man closed his eyes again, and the prayer beads in his hand began to spin once more.
His voice echoed in the empty hall, tinged with disgust.
"A good-for-nothing who's more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything."
"It seems that Shanhe Prefecture is going to have to fight the Mechanical Race head-on!"
"Someone come here!"