I Pick Up Talents on the Interstellar Battlefield Chapter 611 - 471: Senate, Empire Resolution

Dongfang Haoyue along with Zhuge Yu skipped returning to the Ice Extreme Pass. Instead, they boarded a flying device straight to the Mingwang Planet’s star gate base station, accompanied by their subordinates and sealing team members.

The critical nature of the Ice Gate was well-known to them, demanding swift delivery of the intelligence back to the royal star for the family’s top leaders to address.

Upon traversing the star gate, their flying device touched down on the East Emperor Continent of the royal star. Without delay, the pair rushed to their family headquarters, detailing the Mingwang Planet discoveries: the Luoho Clan’s covert experiments, the Ice Gate’s condition, and Gao Shiniang’s account.

Meanwhile, Qin Tian from the Ice Extreme Pass command room put together a comprehensive report on the Ice Gate’s specifics, complete with videos and images, dispatching it promptly to his superior, Yang Zheng.

News reaching the Dongfang Family, Zhuge Clan, and Military Department ignited a storm of turmoil across the once-serene Imperial Capital.

...

Military Department Headquarters Building

Yang Zheng eyed the report from Qin Tian, a grin breaking uncontrollably: "Marshal Lin, that kid Qin Tian really can’t sit still for a moment."

Admiration laced his voice. In under a week as Ice Extreme Pass Guardian Envoy, Qin Tian had ousted the troublesome Duan Guangtai, struck back fiercely at the Luoho Clan, uncovered the game-changing Cold Tree on Mingwang Planet, and now exposed long-buried Luoho Clan secrets. Every move was flawlessly pulled off, bolstering their side while inflicting heavy blows on rivals.

Qin Tian’s meddling had utterly demolished the Luoho Clan’s painstakingly hidden secrets over years, with vital personnel hauled back to the royal star.

The Luoho Clan’s rage was easy to picture, likely still clueless about the culprit behind their ruin.

This thought stirred deep satisfaction in the usually stoic Yang Zheng, curving his lips into a pleased smile.

Behind the desk, Marshal Lin stared at the holographic display of the Ice Gate—timeless and enigmatic, flanked by two icy pillars etched with indecipherable script, radiating an aura of profound antiquity.

After a brief reflection, he instructed Yang Zheng: "Yang Zheng, report this to the Military Department Committee right away. Request deployment of the 29th Army to Mingwang Planet for total site lockdown, barring all access."

"Yes!"

Yang Zheng gave a firm nod. The committee, typically rife with clashing factions, moved decisively on major matters like possible ancient relics.

With the Luoho Clan—a Holy Blood Clan infamous for its shady dealings in the Empire—involved, the committee’s action would accelerate, leaving no room for Luoho interference.

Yang Zheng departed to prepare the application papers, leaving Marshal Lin solitary in the office. His gaze lingered on the Ice Gate hologram, thoughts heavy, as he whispered almost silently:

"What is meant to come, will inevitably come."

...

At the heart of the royal star stood the Political Council’s edifice, like a slumbering colossal beast, awe-inspiring and grand.

White marble steps ascended loftily toward the heavens, beneath a vast dome adorned with a stellar emblem. Rays of sun filtered through stained glass, scattering patterned lights across the floor.

Numerous departments filled the courtyard, each diligently at work; the shuffle of papers mingled with hushed official talks, all enveloped in disciplined gravity—this was the Empire’s pivotal hub for political choices, every ruling tugging the vast threads of the realm.

Within the top-tier council hall, more than a dozen active councilors encircled the round table, clad in star-embroidered robes, faces grave as they debated "Mingwang Planet Resource Allocation".

Commanding the head seat was a striking middle-aged figure in the chief councilor’s black-and-red robe, edged with golden olive motifs denoting ultimate authority in the Political Council. His features were refined, gaze profound like ocean depths, piercing all illusions—this was Zhuge Jin, Great Elder of the Zhuge Clan and present Political Council chief.

"The development of Mingwang Planet must not be rushed. We need to first improve the basic energy infrastructure..." A councilor wrapped up when a soft knock echoed at the chamber doors.

"Enter." Zhuge Jin commanded with steady, irrefutable weight.

The doors swung open as Zhuge Jin’s secretary hurried in, clutching a hefty pile of documents stamped red for "urgent".

Straight to Zhuge Jin he went, bending to murmur briefly, set the stack on the table, and retreated with a bow, silent throughout.

Zhuge Jin lifted the uppermost file, swiftly reviewing the text alongside attached visuals—the Ice Gate images, Luoho Clan hidden outpost, and Gao Shiniang testimony abstracts stood out boldly.

A subtle glint crossed his eyes, fingers tracing the paper’s rim lightly, composure unshaken on his face.

As every councilor’s gaze converged on him, Zhuge Jin declared evenly: "Ladies and gentlemen, a short pause. An urgent report from Mingwang Planet has arrived, demanding our prompt resolution."

Thereupon, he handed out the documents to all.

The stack of reports circulated rapidly among the councilors, the rustle of flipping pages instantly resounding through the chamber.

Councilors scanned the details at speed, faces shifting diversely—shock widened some eyes, stunned by the Luoho Clan’s undisclosed Empire schemes; curiosity gripped others, locked on Ice Gate depictions, intrigued by this ancient treasure prospect; rivals of the Luoho Clan smirked faintly, relishing their foe’s plight; while Luoho allies scowled, fury flashing in their stares.