I just reached the maximum level, and you want me to be a puppet emperor?

Chapter 675 You must be Master Urg, right? (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)
After a month, apart from those that Li Chen personally selected and brought back during his occasional "inspections," the number of beauties who entered the Witch Ancestor's Cave Heaven through this "selection" mechanism has exceeded four hundred!

They were of all shapes and sizes, each with their own unique charm, encompassing the customs and styles of various ethnic groups in the north.

However, these four hundred-plus people, placed in that blessed land comparable to a small world, only occupied a small section of the palace complex, and there was no sign of overcrowding.

Li Chen lived a life of unparalleled bliss.

He experiences something new and different every day from morning till night.

Helping them cultivate diligently for thirty consecutive days was not Li Chen's limit; there were simply too many people and too many things outside that required him to occasionally step in and handle.

Otherwise, he might really be willing to remain immersed in this gentle paradise forever.

It's not that Sergei and Tian Ce's military situation was so urgent that Li Chen needed to deal with it immediately.

In fact, he didn't care about any of this. He just let them fight to the death, which would only weaken the strength of the Great Luo Kingdom.

The main reason is that the envoy sent by Emperor Ivan of the Great Luo Dynasty, a Saint Realm expert named Vladimir, has been waiting for more than ten days in the inn on the outskirts of the Frostwolf Tribe.

This Vladimir was a confidant of Emperor Ivan, a member of a collateral branch of the royal family, known for his fiery temper and formidable strength, and was one of the top figures in the Great Luo Dynasty.

He was acting on Ivan's secret orders, carrying a personal letter from the emperor and generous terms, to pay homage to this newly promoted shaman who had caused such a sensation, with the intention of winning him over.

However, in these ten days or so, he didn't even catch a glimpse of the ancestor of witchcraft.

Each time they inquired, the reply was always, "The Great Ancestor is currently handling important matters in the secret realm and is unable to receive you. Please wait patiently, Your Excellency."

When had Vladimir ever been treated so coldly? He had already reported the situation to Emperor Ivan in the Holy Capital many times through secret means, his words growing more anxious with each report:
"Your Majesty, the news is true! A sorcerer ancestor has indeed been resurrected, and a sorcerer at the Saint Realm has inherited the position, triggering the phenomenon of the 'Words of the Stars' scepter recognizing its master! This matter is absolutely true!"

"Your Majesty, this man is extremely arrogant. I have been waiting here for ten days and have still not been able to see him! In my opinion, the reappearance of the ancestral witch's lineage is by no means a blessing for our dynasty!"

Vladimir was right. Under normal circumstances, if Emperor Ivan learned that a totem figure like the Witch Ancestor had appeared, capable of threatening imperial power and garnering immense faith and secular influence, his first reaction would be to do everything in his power to nip it in the bud.

Just like the Eternal Day Empire in the far west, where the Pope's authority has long surpassed that of the emperor, something no emperor could tolerate.

Ivan had no desire for a "living totem" to emerge in his own country that would diminish or even challenge his authority.

But now, circumstances are beyond our control.

Even if Ivan really wanted to kill this new sorcerer, he had no choice but to lower his head and beg for a favor.

To the south, the Tian Ce army, numbering a million, is closing in relentlessly; internally, the traitor Sergei, under the guise of "purging the court of corrupt officials," is advancing northward, causing chaos in the rear. Ivan is now beset by internal and external troubles, utterly overwhelmed.

He urgently needs this new ancestor of witches to step forward and use his newly acquired influence over all the witch tribes in the north to lead the witches of the world to fight against external enemies and quell internal troubles!
This has even become his biggest hope for a comeback.

In his reply to Vladimir, Ivan even subtly mentioned that Vladimir could try to "persuade" the shaman using "righteousness."

The implication was as if to say: "Witch Ancestor, since you are the totem and spiritual symbol passed down from ancient times to our Great Luo Dynasty, you would not want to see the Great Luo Dynasty, which gave birth to you and raised you, trampled by the iron hooves of Tian Ce, and hundreds of millions of people displaced, would you?"
At this critical moment for the nation, you should step forward and protect the dynasty!
Fortunately, Ivan only kept this idea to himself, or only mentioned it vaguely in secret letters.

If Li Chen knew this thought, he would probably laugh out loud on the spot, thinking with disdain: I am the Emperor of Tian Ce himself! Your Great Luo Dynasty has been destroyed, and I'm happy to celebrate. You want me to help you? Dream on!

Vladimir, sitting in the inn, had reached the peak of his rage.

He is a venerable Saint Realm expert! A representative of the royal family! Wherever he goes, he is surrounded by people and treated with utmost respect.
This new Witch Ancestor, who appeared out of nowhere, is only at the Saint Realm, yet he dares to be so arrogant, leaving him standing outside for half a month! It's an utter disgrace!
"You bastard! If it weren't for His Majesty's strict order that I treat him with the utmost respect and invite him back to the Holy Capital, I would have already stormed his damned grotto and tested just how much this new Witch Ancestor really weighed!"

Vladimir slammed his fist on the table, instantly cracking the sturdy ironwood. His chest heaved violently as he forcefully suppressed his anger.

With the domestic situation in such a dire state, he knew that His Majesty could not withstand any more turmoil and could only endure it!
To calm his raging emotions, Vladimir could only constantly conjure up a "reasonable" excuse in his mind for the shaman he had never met:

"Hmph, it must be that the Witch Ancestor's Secret Realm has been closed for ten thousand years and has just been opened. There must be countless ancient mechanisms inside that need to be deciphered, mountains of rare treasures that need to be refined and subdued, and perhaps ancient demonic beasts guarding the secret realm that need to be tamed and disciplined. Yes, that must be it! He must be busy with these important matters, which is why he has no time to see me."

He could never have imagined that the ancestral sorcerer he had imagined, who was "busy with important matters" and "handling important affairs," was currently in his paradise-like grotto.

Surrounded by hundreds of beauties of all shapes and sizes, living a life of unbridled revelry and pure bliss for over a month, he had long forgotten about his role as an imperial envoy and the conflicts outside.

When Vladimir was finally allowed to enter the core area of ​​the Frostwolf tribe, he saw Li Chen sitting high on the throne carved from millennia-old ice crystals and the bones of giant beasts.

Even with his pride and arrogance, he had to admit that the vast and abyss-like natural spiritual power emanating from the other party was indeed that of a Saint Realm expert, and even gave him a faint feeling of unfathomable depth.

He suppressed his anger, which had been building up for half a month, and stepped forward, treating others of the same level with the courtesy due to a powerful opponent.

He nodded slightly as a greeting, his voice loud yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible arrogance: "You must be Master Urg? I am Vladimir, and I have come to pay my respects on the orders of His Majesty Ivan."

Li Chen, clad in a star-patterned robe symbolizing his status as the Witch Ancestor, with mysterious painted faces, leaned back on his throne, one hand casually resting on the "Words of the Stars" scepter, his eyes indifferent.

He even looked at Vladimir silently with a hint of displeasure, without responding at all.

(End of this chapter)