"I have seen a lot of immortal masters in my previous life. Even if they built immortal bodies, formed the gold core or the nascent soul, they never oppressed mortals with their own pressures. You only built the immortal body, but you pretend to be a saint and want everyone in the world to submit to you! "
Xiao Naihe sneered at heart. While assisting Qin'er to keep her head, he inculcated the Phonetic Mantra into his mind and used the spiritual power of the gold core to remain calm and clear-headed.
If he hadn't finished the gold core, he would not have been able to resist the pressure of Murong Fengjian.
"Mm?"
Murong Fengjian, standing on the sacrificial altar, felt a flicker of his eyelids and seemed to be aware of something different. He overlooked and saw thousands of people around the square were prostrating themselves before him.
"Did I feel wrong? Somebody broke the fetter of my pressure just now." Murong Fengjian calmed down. After gently waving the horsetail whisk in his hand, he flew into the air and then slowly dropped to the ground.
The crowd burst into an uproar. Even the master of the peak of the Sky Spirit Realm couldn't poise himself in the air. Murong Fengjian's performance shocked all the people of aristocratic families.
"Immortal, immortal!"
There was a rustle from the sacrificial altar as people kneeled down again. Those young men performed the etiquette of three kowtows with deep admiration on their faces.
Because Qin'er cultivated the devil kung fu and had a strong resistance to the pressure of Murong Fengjian, she returned to normal state soon after Xiao Naihe warned her. Seeing the expression of other people, she thought coldly, "The etiquette of three kowtows should be performed to parents and the emperor, but now they perform such an important etiquette to a charlatan without rank. Murong Feng is a vain person and is too utilitarian. He even wants to be a saint! "
In Dubhe Country, as the National Master, Murong Fengjian did not have an official position. Instead, he was a holy man who was respected by the emperor. To put it mildly, he was a scholar who achieved the Dao, while he was, for lack of a better term, a fair-haired charlatan of the emperor.
However, Murong Fengjian had been the National Master for ten years. Due to a variety of reasons, he was deeply trusted by the emperor and remained the locus of real power. All the people in the court were more respectful to him than to the emperor. This idea took strong root among the aristocratic families as well.
"Today the family association meeting will begin. I will preside over the sacrificial ceremony, and then Gong Liang, the prime minister, will be in charge of all the next affairs."
Murong Fengjian's face revealed a kind of dignity. Admittedly, he was half an immortal and accumulated much pressure in his body, thus he looked like a saint in every action.
"National Master, the emperor is discussing matters with the envoys of other three countries. You can go and I'll take it from here."
"Very well, thank you, prime minister!"
The two people made a gentle bow to each other and then left in different directions.
When Murong Fengjian went down the sacrificial altar, a man in a red suit of armour came up in a rush and clasped hands, "My lord, the news came from the capital, River City, Flower City and other places that they have controlled the strategic place of local aristocratic families, and they're ready to eliminate the objectors as soon as the formation starts."
"Ask them to wait first and don't act. At five p.m., when I give the killing order, you'll go into action immediately. "
"Yes, my lord!"
"I did experiment on Xiao family, and the blood spell formation was really successful. I have set up this formation in hundreds of backbone families in Dubhe Country. Once the formation stars, they will die. Since those backbone families don't want to work for me, it is better to destroy them. I'll collect their industries and distribute them to the families who are willing to obey me. It serves as a warning to others and let them be dead set on working for me. Some hardcore families like Yun family and Xiao family must be ruined." Murong Fengjian gave a flick of his sleeve, as if he were talking about a very ordinary thing.
Murong Fengjian took two steps and then murmured, "Speaking of Xiao's family, Xiao Chen said he was going to kill someone in the palace. He mustn't spoil my plan."
"My lord, although Xiao Chen turns to you, his mind is unpredictable. He even was resolute to destroy his own family, I'm afraid he's hard to control." The man in a red suit of armour bowed and said respectfully.