"Tsk, indeed, quite a spectacle, a grand display created by the forces of nature, compelling the masses to bow in submission. This really reminds me of the Sang Country, where they have perfected the art of flattery..."
Chong Wu Hou's gaze swept over the kneeling crowd below, which resembled a black tidal wave, his expression filled with awe.
"You're right, the craftsmanship of this country really has reached its peak," Fang Yuan said, standing with his hands behind his back, a smile in his eyes as he slightly nodded in agreement with Chong Wu Hou's words.
Ever since entering the He Sang country, he had felt a sense of ease; these He Sang people were so meticulous in their work, it was as if they were born with this kind of talent.
They were like natural-born servants of the highest order.
Amid the masses' worshipful chanting, the enormous, beast-like Yun Suo soared across the sky above the He Sang Imperial City, then hovered steadily in place.
Here too, there was a large group of people kneeling. They were likely the high-ranking officials of He Sang.
"Welcome, Your Majesty!" As soon as the Yun Suo appeared, the crowd, speaking in their slightly awkward Summerian language, shouted in unison: "Long live the Emperor, long live the Emperor, ten thousand years..."
Fang Yuan leisurely stepped out of the ship's cabin, onto the deck, and looked down at the high-ranking officials of He Sang.
At the forefront of those kneeling was a woman in a black振袖 kimono, her long hair casually tied with a white flower at the back of her head, a few strands of hair falling gently on her fair shoulders.
As the saying goes, "A man must wear black to be handsome, and a woman must wear white to be beautiful."
At this moment, the woman in the white kimono perfectly embodied this saying. Her attire, combined with her delicate demeanor, made her incredibly endearing.
Even Fang Yuan couldn't help but take a few extra glances at her.
[He Sang Country Empress: Chitose Yukiko]
"I see, the Empress of He Sang," Fang Yuan thought. "No wonder her attire gives off the aura of a widow... This kind of aura often increases a man's desire to conquer..."
He shifted his gaze to the four divine officials standing behind the woman, their names appearing above them:
[Shōtō God Official], [Aobōzu God Official], [Hōtō God Official], [Kuroki God Official].
This reminded Fang Yuan of the Tengu God he had encountered earlier... He chuckled. A bunch of demons, pretending to be gods and fooling mortals.
Looking at the heads of the He Sang officials, aside from the [Saintly Prince] who had a blood-red name, the rest were all green.
Tsk, it seems most of them are loyal defectors.
"Heh, as expected of you He Sang, always coming up with new tricks for me!"
Fang Yuan lightly laughed, "But I must say, I am quite satisfied with your performance this time."
Upon hearing Fang Yuan's praise, the officials in the Imperial City of He Sang all felt a surge of joy in their hearts.
They had claimed to be professionals in this area, and they were right!
"Thank you for your kind words, Your Majesty!" Shōtō God Official stepped forward and said respectfully:
"We heard that Your Majesty would be arriving, so we spared no effort in preparing all of this. Later, there will be a grand performance of singing and dancing for Your Majesty's enjoyment..."
He paused, then continued, "Additionally, the first beauty chosen by our He Sang country, Empress Chitose Yukiko, will also personally serve Your Majesty and ensure that Your Majesty has an unforgettable and enchanting experience."
With that, he shot a sidelong glance at Yukiko and whispered, "Yukiko, make sure you use all your skills to serve the Emperor well. Don't slack off for a second!"
Yukiko nodded slightly, lifting her head with courage and glancing at Fang Yuan in the sky. Then she shyly lowered her head, her expression full of charm.
This action contained seven parts performance but also three parts genuine emotion from her heart.
Yukiko had heard that the Summerian Emperor was a young, heroic figure, and now that she saw him, it was clear that his reputation was well deserved. After just this one meeting, her heart was already stirred.
In that case, to serve this young Emperor was truly an honor for her.
Seeing his mother behave this way, the Saintly Prince could only feel a chill in his heart. His father had only just passed, and yet his mother was already acting so obsequiously, completely forgetting the bond they once shared as husband and wife.
At this moment, the high-ranking officials of He Sang had different thoughts. The four divine officials were desperately flattering Fang Yuan, while Empress Yukiko was already lost in her fantasies about spending time with the young Emperor. As for the Saintly Prince, he felt as though he were in an ice-cold abyss, filled with sorrow.
However, Fang Yuan was completely indifferent to all these displays. He continued standing on the deck, not at all planning to descend: "Let me ask you all, do you have any Daoist techniques with a Yang attribute?"
Yang attribute Daoist techniques?
The He Sang treasury was controlled by the four divine officials. They exchanged a glance, and Shōtō God Official spoke:
"Your Majesty, our He Sang treasury does not contain any Yang attribute Daoist techniques, but if Your Majesty has any other orders, we are willing to serve you with utmost loyalty, even to the point of sacrificing our lives!"
After speaking, the He Sang officials all knelt again, silently awaiting Fang Yuan's next command.
They believed that even if they couldn't provide the Yang attribute Daoist techniques, with the resources of the country, they could fulfill the Emperor's other needs.
But in that very moment, the situation suddenly changed!
High in the sky, Fang Yuan's figure, dressed in white, emitted an oppressive aura that felt like a mountain pressing down on them. This pressure suddenly surged!
The entire sky above the capital began to darken at a visible speed. No, it wasn't that the sky itself was darkening, but rather some force had obscured the entire sky!
"Serve with utmost loyalty, even to the point of death?"
Fang Yuan's voice echoed across the land, his words like thunder in the heavens, reverberating through the entire capital. Each word struck like a heavy hammer, crushing the hearts of everyone present:
"Very well, as you said, then go ahead and die now!"
Boom!!
As Fang Yuan's words echoed, the dark clouds churned, and the ground trembled violently!
It was clear that a terrifying, world-destroying move was quietly being prepared in the depths of those dark clouds!
The commoners in the capital, who were prostrating on the ground, suddenly let out screams of despair, their bodies, like candles in the wind, rapidly became blurry and indistinct under the invisible pressure.
This was just the opening move of a grand attack, and these powerless mortals were already on the verge of collapse, hanging by a thread!
Perhaps sensing Fang Yuan's overwhelming divine might, in that instant, the commoners of the capital, who had originally had red names above their heads, all turned green!
Their bowing was no longer out of resentment but filled with terror and reverence. One by one, they frantically kowtowed, begging for mercy from the sky above.
Indeed, although most of the high-ranking officials in the capital had already turned green, the commoners' names had all turned blood-red.
They seemed to hate Fang Yuan even more than the nobles of the capital, simply because he had killed their Emperor!
This made Fang Yuan laugh. "You, a servant, don't feel sorry for yourself, but you pity your lavishly-dressed master?"
However, the speed with which these people changed their tune was astonishing. The moment Fang Yuan revealed his terrifying power, they immediately switched sides... As expected, they were quick to fear strength and submit to authority, but lacked any moral integrity, and cared more for petty rituals than upholding justice.
Well, then, they should all die!