Chapter 367 Making trouble? You're crazy!

While Zhou Jue was diligently training these hundred people at the post-apocalyptic base, the situation on Blue Star had already changed drastically.

The phone in the capital never stopped ringing.

"Yes, it's true."

"It's not special effects; Comrade Zhou Jue himself is a cultivator."

"Regarding the matter of cooperation with Reiki... we are currently evaluating it. This is not a trivial matter and requires careful consideration."

He hung up one phone, and another one immediately rang next to it.

......

Meanwhile, at the base on the other side, Commander Qi stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking outside.

Her phone vibrated; it was a new intelligence briefing.

Within 72 hours of the news broadcast, the number of applications for Chinese immigration worldwide exceeded five million.

Flights to China from airports around the world are extremely difficult to book.

More than 30,000 overseas students have already completed their leave of absence procedures and are returning home immediately.

Qi Si's lips curled into a smile.

"The will of the people is the general trend," she said softly.

"Yes." Chen Jianguo put down the documents in his hand and rubbed his temples. "The thresholds of embassies from various countries are almost worn down. They all have the same core demand: they hope to share the 'Qi Induction Technique' and send people to Yunlan University for exchange and learning."

“They’re scared.” Qi Si’s tone was very calm.

Zhang Shou Z picked up his teacup, took a sip, and shook his head.

"Fear is not a good thing."

"Even a dog will jump over a wall when cornered."

He pushed a document to the center of the table.

"It's very quiet over there in the US."

"It's too quiet."

"On the surface, they are also actively contacting each other to discuss the possibility of the President visiting our country and starting a new round of strategic cooperation."

"But in private, they supported a madman to take power."

The first page of the document contains a photograph of a woman.

Fumie Kishida is the new Prime Minister of Japan.

"Who is this woman?" Commander Qi asked.

“Far-right, with a powerful family background; her grandfather was a Class A war criminal.”

Zhang Shou Z slowly said, "As soon as she took office, she openly visited the temple, denied history, claimed to want to amend the pacifist constitution, and intervene militarily in the affairs of the surrounding areas."

Chen Jianguo frowned: "What is she trying to do? Provoke us at this critical juncture?"

“She doesn’t just want to, she’s already doing it.” Qi Si swiped his phone and pulled up another piece of information.

"Just an hour ago, Fumie Kishida gave a televised address, demanding that we immediately cease all 'illegal activities' in the East China Sea, and listed Comrade Zhou Jue as a 'high-risk asymmetric warfare force,' demanding that we hand him over to the 'international community' for joint supervision."

"They also claimed that they would use armed intervention in an attempt to interfere in our internal affairs."

In the conference room, Zhang Shou Z let out a cold laugh.

"When they asked us to remove the missiles from our doorstep, they talked about freedom of navigation."

“Now that we have our own power, they’ve started talking about ‘international regulation.’”

"It seems the lesson we taught them last time wasn't painful enough."

...

The Prime Minister's Residence in the Land of Cherry Blossoms.

The atmosphere inside the meeting room was oppressive.

The Foreign Minister slammed his fist on the table and roared in a low voice at Fumie Kishida, who was sitting in the main seat.

"Prime Minister! Are you insane?!"

"Do you know what you're saying? Supervising a... a god who can fly on a sword?"

"The whole world wants to be on good terms with China, but you've chosen this moment to deliberately provoke them!"

The Minister of Defense's face was also ashen.

"Last time, their weapons struck our country, and the previous leader even had to publicly apologize to let it go! Now, they have demonstrated power far beyond technology."

"What can our Self-Defense Forces do to fight against a country that can flatten a mountain with a single finger?"

"Kishida, take back your words immediately and apologize to China! This is your only chance!"

A cabinet elder said in a trembling voice, "Otherwise, you will lead this country into the abyss!"

Faced with everyone's accusations, Fumie Kishida's face remained expressionless. She simply sat quietly, waiting for everyone to finish speaking before slowly opening her mouth.

"Apologize?" Her voice was soft, yet carried a chill.

"Then what?"

"Do you think they'll accept us just because we apologized?"

"Will they share their cultivation techniques with us?"

She looked around at the faces, some angry and some terrified.

No, it won't.

Never.

"Because their history books record the blood debt of 35 million lives."

"This hatred is etched into their bones and flows in their blood; it is an original sin that we can never wash away."

The Foreign Minister was stunned: "But...we can..."

"What can we do?" Fumie Kishida interrupted him.

"Can we kneel down? Can we apologize? Can we burn down the sanctuary? Can we trample on the memorial tablets of our 'heroes'? And then beg for their forgiveness?"

"Can you do it?"

The conference room was deathly silent.

No one can answer this question.

Those "heroes" they worship are sinners against China.

But they were also "heroes" in their country's expansion.

"If we can't do that, then we can never truly be forgiven."

Fumie Kishida stood up and walked to the map.

Her finger touched the narrow map of Japan.

“Any country can receive mercy and help from China.”

"Europe is fine, Southeast Asia is fine, even the United States has the right to sit down and negotiate with them."

“We are the only ones who don’t have it.” Her voice grew colder and harder.

"Since we're going to die anyway, why not choose a path that allows us to live with more dignity?"

"The hawks need a knife, a knife that can draw the wrath of China to them."

"And we need an opportunity, a chance to fight for a sliver of hope in the cracks."

“Standing in front of the US, their promised technology and military strength are still the best on this planet. The fact that they dare to send us to the front means that they must have some trump cards that we don’t know about.”

The Defense Minister's pupils contracted: "Trump card? You mean..."

“I didn’t say anything.” Fumie Kishida turned around, a strange smile on her face.

"All I know is that we cannot bear the wrath of China, but can we bear the wrath of the US?"

"Since we can't afford to offend either side, we might as well choose one that is still willing to accept us for now."

"A madwoman!" The Foreign Minister looked at her, a chill running down his spine. "You're a madwoman! You'll ruin everyone!"

"I agree with the Prime Minister's view."

A voice that had been silent for a long time suddenly rang out.

He is the Finance Minister.

He adjusted his glasses and said slowly, "Our hatred for China is indeed difficult to resolve. Rather than hoping for the enemy's mercy, we should take our destiny into our own hands."

"The technological strength of the United States should not be underestimated. Since they dare to do this, they must have something to rely on."

More and more people are beginning to waver.

Yes, being caught between two giants, weakness is the original sin.

Rather than being crushed while hesitating, it's better to completely side with one side, gamble with the fate of the nation, and perhaps there's still a glimmer of hope.

Looking at the divided cabinet, the Foreign Minister slumped into his chair in despair.

He knew it was all over.

This little boat named "Sakura" was steered by a mad captain and sailed headlong into the most turbulent deep sea.