Longevity by Picking up Attributes in the Battlefield Chapter 849 Chapter 345: Ying Zheng’s Golden Words Suppress the Buddhist Practitioner! Zhao Feng Sets the Rules!

Upon hearing Lv Buwei's words, the court ministers immediately recalled the celestial event where nine meteors had descended from the heavens. Back then, a prophecy foretelling Qin's demise had also surfaced. Fortunately, Qin's national power was at its apex during the meteor shower, and with the Tian Xuan Mirror safeguarding the realm, widespread chaos was averted. However, had Qin not possessed such dominion over Shenzhou and its territories, those nine falling stars would undoubtedly have plunged the land into turmoil. Now, the mention of immortals and gods certainly seems fitting for the current predicament.

"A drought, a plague," Ying Zheng murmured, a deep frown etching itself onto his face, a flicker of worry betraying his composure. "These calamities are poised to strike Qin." Such power, he mused, was indeed the domain of immortals and gods, capable of instantaneously inflicting severe drought and plague across Qin. In this era, such a predicament appeared insurmountable, and the affliction was remarkably targeted, with the drought manifesting directly at several of Qin's vital granaries.

"They have already made their move," a voice declared from beyond the hall. The assembled ministers snapped back to their senses, their gazes shifting towards the entrance. Zhao Feng entered with steady steps, his expression serene, devoid of any discernible worry.

"We greet the Crown Prince," the ministers intoned, bowing in unison. The sight of Zhao Feng's arrival instilled a palpable sense of reassurance within them.

"Feng'er," Ying Zheng addressed him, his tone solemn. "The drought, the plague – these are unmistakably the handiwork of those immortals and gods. How shall we proceed?"

"The solution lies within Qin's national fortune," Zhao Feng replied with a smile. "National fortune?" Ying Zheng echoed, a puzzled expression on his face.

"With the Northern Frontier and Baiyue now under Qin's sway," Zhao Feng continued, "we can seize their Qi Fortune, transmute it into our national fortune, thereby elevating Qin to the status of a dynasty. Once Qin possesses the national fortune of a dynasty, we can deploy the Nine Provinces Barrier, rendering the divine powers of the immortals incapable of affecting Qin's territory." Zhao Feng chuckled merrily.

"Excellent," Ying Zheng responded, nodding his head as his expression gradually eased. "Feng'er," he then inquired, a surge of anger coloring his voice, "what is their ultimate objective?" This anger was, of course, directed at the so-called immortals and gods of the Upper Realm.

"Father," Zhao Feng began, "as I have stated before, their objective is to bring down Qin, usurp the Qi Fortune of Shenzhou, and subsequently utilize the inhabitants of Shenzhou as sustenance. Be it the establishment of Qin or any other nation within Shenzhou, they will spare none." Zhao Feng spoke with deliberate slowness.

Ying Zheng nodded gravely. Although Zhao Feng had previously spoken of immortals and gods, Ying Zheng had dismissed their influence, believing that residing in the celestial Immortal Realm, they could not possibly affect Qin. However, today's events – the drought and the plague, confirmed as the work of these divine beings – forced Ying Zheng to reconsider. Even separated by vast distances, they could still unleash such devastating measures, compelling Ying Zheng to pay heed.

"Your Majesty, Crown Prince," Lv Buwei posed, his voice laced with confusion, "why do the immortals and gods specifically target Qin? Could it be due to Qin's burgeoning strength?" The other ministers mirrored his bewildered expression.

Upon hearing this, Ying Zheng was about to respond, but Zhao Feng interjected, "Chancellor, in your estimation, how do you perceive the existence of immortals and gods?"

"Immortals and gods, dwelling in the celestial heights, they govern the world's order and partake in the bounty of eternal life. They should be recounted in tales of myth, freely traversing the realms between heaven and earth," Lv Buwei stated after a moment's contemplation. Many of the ministers readily concurred.

Zhao Feng let out a light chuckle. "And if I were to reveal that immortals are, in truth, demons, what would be your reaction?"

"Immortals are demons?" The ministers exchanged glances, their faces etched with bewilderment.

"Allow me to demonstrate to you the true visage of Penglai, of those they call immortals," Zhao Feng declared, raising his hand. A surge of power instantly enveloped the grand hall. In a mere moment, the scene before everyone's eyes transformed dramatically.

The once majestic hall devolved into a desolate island teeming with corpses, a gruesome sea of blood engulfing everything. Skeletons lay scattered amidst scenes of horrifying carnage, starkly presented before the ministers' horrified gazes. After a period, the ethereal light curtain dissipated.

"This," Zhao Feng's voice resonated softly, "is the 'immortal' that you speak of. They subsist on human flesh, siphoning spiritual essence to prolong their existence and breaking through cultivation realms by capturing souls. In Shenzhou, this Mortal World, which could have remained a pristine sanctuary, has long been the target of these so-called immortals." The pronouncement left all the ministers pale-faced, their composure shattered, despite their high stations and extensive experiences.

Namun, pemandangan Pulau Abadi Penglai mengguncang hati mereka, karena mereka belum pernah melihat tontonan berdarah seperti itu.

Semua mayat.

Pria dewasa, anak-anak, bayi.

Dan kolam darah yang bergelombang.

Semua ini seperti gua iblis.

"Pangeran."

"Bagaimana Qin harus melanjutkan?" tanya Lv Buwei dengan muram.

"Tidak ada cara lain, kekuatan Qin adalah kuncinya, hanya dengan begitu ia tidak akan takut pada dewa dan makhluk abadi."

"Saat ini, mereka hanya dapat menggunakan seni ilahi untuk menargetkan Qin, namun tidak dapat turun ke Alam Bawah."

"Selama Qin menjadi kuat, mereka tidak akan punya cara untuk berurusan dengan Qin." Zhao Feng berkata perlahan.

"Kami bersumpah setia kepada Qin."

Para pejabat sipil dan militer membungkuk.

Setelah menyaksikan pemandangan kejam yang berdarah itu, setiap menteri merasakan desakan.

Dibudidayakan sebagai makanan?

Dimakan oleh makhluk abadi dan dewa?

Gambar ini sulit mereka bayangkan.

Pada saat ini!

"Laporan."

"Menghadap Yang Mulia, Pangeran."

"Seorang pria botak tiba di luar istana, mengklaim berasal dari Sekte Buddha Perbatasan Barat, mengatakan dia datang dari Perbatasan Barat khusus untuk menyelamatkan Qin."

Seorang Marquis Angkatan Darat dari Pengawal Kekaisaran bergegas ke aula untuk melapor.

"Sekte Buddha?"

Ying Zheng memandang Zhao Feng dengan sedikit kebingungan.

"Mereka akhirnya tiba."

"Akan aneh jika mereka tidak datang." Zhao Feng terkekeh pelan.

Setelah berurusan dengan Utusan Abadi, Zhao Feng secara alami menyadari bahwa ada pembudidaya di Perbatasan Barat Qin, dan mereka bukanlah praktisi dari Istana Surgawi melainkan dari Sekte Buddha.

Di Alam Abadi Bumi, banyak kekuatan menganggap Shenzhou sebagai kelezatan, semua ingin merebutnya sebagai makanan, dan Sekte Buddha tidak terkecuali.