Qingxuan looked at the chair. Although it was just an ordinary wooden chair, it had been given extraordinary meaning.
He understood what the immortal meant. When he was in the cultivation world, the immortal would bless some people he liked, most of whom were well-known good people. But he had never directly asked someone to sit in his seat like he did now.
"Master, I don't think he can sit on this chair, and I don't recommend you do this, at least not to protect him in the form of a chair."
The chair represents position and the authority of the immortal.
Modern society is no longer the system of the cultivation world, and Shangqing Palace is no longer a super sect with absolute discourse power. However, people from the Immortal Dao era are active here, and many of them have discourse power. If they are integrated, they will become a huge entity.
For example, the so-called national-level alliance that the government has always been afraid of.
So far, there is definitely no such so-called national defense alliance. None of them have such hobbies. Except for Li Yi, no one can gather all the national defenses together.
But this chair is power.
“This is not simply giving him power.”
Li Yi naturally knew what the other party was talking about. He was simply afraid that the other party would use his name to do something wrong, or abuse his power.
If two people are not related, it is better to keep a certain distance.
"Xiao Qi, aren't you very interested in the so-called prosperous era of hundreds of millions of monks? I think he is a talent in this area and can help you achieve your goal. Every profession has its own expertise, and you have never been the material to be in power, so it is better to leave it to professionals."
"Don't be held back by these trivial matters. Cultivation is the best strategy."
Having said this, Qingxuan said no more, but just nodded and said, "Yes."
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Although Zhongshu Mansion is thousands of miles away from the battlefield, the anger here is no less than that at the front line.
The staff racked their brains to coordinate all parties and tried every possible way to strike the enemy with great individual strength. After such a long period of contact, they had to admit that modern weapons were not suitable for dealing with powerful individuals. All the current thermal weapons were used to deal with other modern armies. Even though the government has made a lot of research and development and transformation, it still cannot reach the point of technological iteration.
For a weapon of the same maturity, a few years is not enough from project initiation to actual combat.
".The missiles are fast, but infrared and thermal sensing technology cannot lock onto the enemy at all. For those powerful ones, unless it is a saturation bombing, it is just a few iron rods flying in the sky."
".We can only use the Nine Cauldrons to trap it, and then use weapons of mass destruction to attack it. The atmospheric pressure of an explosion in a small space can reach tens of billions, not to mention the high temperature comparable to the sun. Even a Yuanying will be injured."
".The Yuanying arrived and immediately escaped."
"The Nine Cauldrons have already reached their limit. If a nuclear explosion is detonated inside, we don't know how much damage will be done. Who will be responsible if it breaks a few more times? If one of the Nine Cauldrons is missing, the luck will be unstable and a catastrophe may come."
The staff officers argued fiercely about a campaign against Liangzhou. The target this time was very powerful. It was said that he was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage and was only one step away from becoming a god in his previous life. In the government archives, this person could be ranked as a special class.
"The tripod in Tiandu can be used. It has never been moved from beginning to end." Prime Minister Pan Jun said.
When others heard this, their first reaction was to oppose.
"Absolutely not! This is the foundation, and it cannot be used lightly unless it is absolutely necessary."
"Tian Ding needs to suppress Tiandu. Prime Minister, we are not at the end of our rope yet. We are the ones who have the upper hand now."
"Why not just let this person run away, and then entrust the matter to Taoist Master Qingxuan of Shangqing Palace."
"I take the responsibility," interrupted the Prime Minister, and this sentence was almost becoming his catchphrase.
There is nothing to worry about now, it is either success or failure. All changes must be accompanied by blood, if it is not the blood of the enemy today, then the blood of the people will be shed in the future.
Many staff officers looked at each other, and before they could utter any words of advice, Prime Minister Pan Jun had already issued the order.
"Use the Tian Ding to kill the enemy and protect Zhou."
"No! Tianding must not leave Tiandu."
"yes!"
Outside the window on their right, a golden light shot up into the sky in the dark night, piercing through the thick clouds, carrying a tremendous force.
As the last target was suppressed by Jiuding, the words "The target has been killed" came from the phone and the staff group in charge of command fell silent.
Everyone held their breath, their eyes widened, and their heart rate suddenly increased.
"I won?"
I don't know who asked the question, but the voice was slightly trembling, followed by extremely obvious joy.
"All targets have been eliminated! Great victory! Great victory!"
"Good! I finally got rid of my anger after all these years."
Prime Minister Pan Jun, who was sitting in the main seat, stood up slowly. Although he was calm, he was also a little excited at this moment. He clenched his fist and said, "We have won. This is not a victory for mortals, nor a victory for cultivators, but a victory for the Great Zhou. It is a victory for you and all the officers and soldiers."
Although the government has always been able to suppress the reincarnations, they are actually always at a disadvantage when it comes to casualties. Especially when facing a group-like force like the White Lotus Riot, the number of casualties may be higher than that of a local conflict.
Qingxuan stood in the corner and watched the cheering crowd. No one noticed his arrival, and he did not disturb the celebration of these mortals.
He just watched quietly like this until late at night, until the finishing work was done, until only Prime Minister Pan was left.
He removed the sleight of hand and stepped out from the shadows in the corner.
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