Upon hearing Quan Ji's words, Feng Ge also became interested.
"Oh, what kind of status can the leader of a third-level empire use to suppress a fifth-level empire and make it willingly give you resources at the Sky Conference? I'm quite curious."
Quan Ji's lips curled slightly, and without saying a word, she extended her palm.
Suddenly, a burst of golden light shone from her palm, illuminating the entire space. Pang Bo's power spread out like a domain, and everyone within its range could feel the extraordinary nature of this golden light.
They immediately focused their energy on what was in Quan Ji's hand.
One word.
A text of truth.
The character "道" is in gold.
Suddenly, everyone realized which identity Quan Ji was referring to.
The Junior President of the Missionaries Association!
The moment the golden text of truth was revealed, they all understood.
This happened not long ago, when Kwon Ji won the Rising Star Tournament, which is held every five years by the Preacher Association.
At that time, the Missionaries Association only revealed that the next president had been confirmed, but did not specify who it was.
However, they still thoughtfully gave a reminder—that women who can use the Golden Truth Scripture.
Furthermore, the members of the Missionaries Association made a special explanation.
This year's junior president is different from the past; he has received more attention than any previous president, and even more than the current president.
Even though she didn't fully take over the Missionaries Association, it was still her personal fiefdom.
The Missionaries Association will unconditionally support this mysterious young president, whatever his demands may be.
Because she is regarded by Bai He, the president of the Contemporary Evangelists Association, as someone who can lead evangelism to its ultimate goal.
Quan Ji's gaze held a hint of disdain, and the corners of her mouth slightly turned up, forming a very beautiful arc: "Do you all understand what I'm trying to say?"
The other sixty-three people all had solemn expressions, and even Jun Linjian couldn't help but take it seriously.
His daughter-in-law is actually the junior president of the Missionaries Association... How come his precious son never mentioned something so important?!
Feng Ge's expression instantly turned ugly. She narrowed her eyes but didn't say anything more.
Seeing that no one spoke, Quan Ji chuckled softly again.
Since no one is saying anything, I'll assume that everyone knows what I mean.
"I wonder if the young president of the Missionaries Association is qualified to request resources from the level five empires present here?"
Quan Ji's words floated into everyone's ears, causing a complex mix of emotions that were difficult to express.
Does the young president of the Missionaries Association have the right to make a level five empire bow down?
The answer is obvious: yes, absolutely!
What exactly does the Missionaries Association represent in mainland China?
It represents all orthodox preachers and the production chain of cultivation techniques in each country.
Each country maintains close cooperation with the Missionaries Association on the practice of their respective practices, thus holding absolute power over the practices of their nations.
If a missionary severs cooperation with a country, it means that the empire will soon fall behind other empires in terms of strength!
If you fall behind, you will be attacked.
The consequences of this are predictable.
A threat, this is definitely a threat that doesn't need to be explicitly stated!
At this moment, no one spoke.
Everyone held their breath, some even furious.
They began to doubt themselves—were they there to fleece people, or to be abused?
Is this Princess Quan really that abnormal?
If she's so amazing, why doesn't she just become a god?!
Feng Ge took a deep breath, her gaze fixed on Quan Ji, a hint of anger in her eyes.
"As the young president of the Missionaries Association, you are naturally qualified. So, may I ask how many resources, and what kind of resources, you require?"
Quan Ji chuckled and yawned, “To be honest… my ability is mental, as you all should have seen clearly just now, so… everything you were thinking before has been reviewed by me.”
“I am not one to force others to do things against their will, so… let’s proceed according to the ways that various countries originally intended to treat my Holy Empire.”
"The Phoenix Prison Empire's Phoenix Perch City, Wutong City, and Fire Rebirth City—take 10% of the tax revenue from these three cities over the next five years and give it to my Holy Glory Empire. What do you say?"
As soon as Quan Ji finished speaking, Feng Ge's face turned deathly pale.
Princess Quan truly knew what they were thinking!
But so what? These are absolutely impossible conditions to agree to!
He scoffed, "Young Master, you really love to joke. Do you know how much profit ten percent of the tax revenue from these three cities of my Phoenix Prison Empire generates? There's a limit to how much you can ask for!"
Quan Ji's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery: "Oh... really? Ten percent of the tax revenue from three cities, isn't that what your Phoenix Prison Empire is after? Such an outrageous demand... who are you talking to? The tiny Phoenix Prison Empire dares to openly provoke the Preaching Association, you've got some nerve."
Upon hearing this, Feng Ge was so angry she almost vomited blood.
Little Phoenix Imprisoned Empire?
How dare you, the leader of a level three empire, say such things to a level five empire!
But... at this moment, Quan Ji really had the right to say it.
There is only one reason: the Missionaries Association.
Feng Ge could only seethe with anger inside, but outwardly gritted her teeth and retorted, "Although my Fengqiu Empire is indeed not powerful enough, we have had a friendship with the Preachers Association for hundreds of years. How can the young president be so sure that he can make the Preachers Association abandon us for your sake?"
Quan Ji blinked innocently, then covered her nose and mouth and let out a merciless sneer.
It is extremely sarcastic.
She said, "How can I confirm it for you right here?"
Feng Ge narrowed his eyes; he wanted to see how Quan Ji would confirm it!
No matter what, his Phoenix Prison Empire is a level five empire, a regional overlord. He really doesn't believe that the Preaching Association would actually cut off its cooperation with them for the sake of Quan Ji!
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the character "Dao" in Quan Ji's hand unfolded with golden light and transformed into a water mirror.
In the mirror, the face of the strongest person on the entire continent appeared before everyone's eyes.
Bai He, President of the Contemporary Evangelists Association.
At this moment, everyone's expression changed again.
They became even more convinced of their belief—Quan Ji was indeed the extraordinary young guild leader as rumored.
It seems... the outcome is already quite clear.
The old man in the water mirror opened his eyes and saw the stunning face that appeared before him, and he immediately beamed with joy.
"Quan Ji, what brings you here?"
Quan Ji clasped her hands in a fist salute to President Bai He and said, "President, I may have caused you some minor trouble. Would it be convenient for you to step in and resolve it?"
Bai He stroked his beard and smiled: "Since you asked, it's naturally convenient. Tell me, what's the problem?"
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