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Chapter 79 Advancement to Grandmaster of the Divine Realm, Awaiting Return! (Please subscribe!)
All martial arts sects within the territory of Dayong are required to register within one month, submit their pledges of allegiance, and have their lands and populations recorded in the Yellow Register, and pay taxes in accordance with the law.

This decree caused an uproar throughout the land!

"Outrageous! We, the people of the martial world, roam freely beyond the reach of the law, settling scores as we please. When have we ever been subject to the control of the imperial court?"

"Our sect has been established for eight hundred years, and even the founding emperor of the previous dynasty treated us with respect. How dare Chen Ye, a traitorous general who came from humble origins, point fingers at us?"

"The new emperor is going to make an enemy of the entire martial arts world!"

For a time, all the major sects were in a frenzy. They boasted that they were prestigious and righteous sects with a long history, some even longer than the Great Yong Dynasty.

In their view, the martial arts world is the martial arts world, and the imperial court is the imperial court; the two have always kept to themselves.

But now, this new emperor actually wants to bring these outsiders under the court's harsh laws, which is simply a trampling on their dignity.

……

In the royal palace, in the royal study.

Meng Yi looked at Chen Ye, who was sitting behind his desk reviewing memorials, with a somewhat complicated expression.

Meng Yi is now old, but his eyes are brighter than ever before.

Especially after Chen Ye ascended the throne, the Meng family, as the earliest supporters, naturally rose in status and returned to the core of power.

"Your Majesty, isn't it a bit too hasty to treat the various sects of the martial arts world so harshly?" Meng Yi finally couldn't help but speak up. "These sects are deeply entrenched, and there are many experts among them. If we force them to unite, it may cause quite a bit of trouble."

Chen Ye put down his vermilion brush, looked up at the old general, and smiled.

"Old General, do you know what these so-called prestigious sects are in my eyes?"

He stood up, walked to the map beside him, and drew circle after circle on it.

"These sects occupy the most fertile land in the world and possess countless riches, yet they never pay a single penny of tax to the imperial court. They are called sects, but in reality, they are states within a state."

Chen Ye's voice turned cold. "They set their own rules, established their own punishment halls, and when their disciples broke the law, the imperial court's laws couldn't touch them. They harbored wanted criminals, colluded with local powerful figures, and preyed on the people. Does the old general know nothing about any of these things?"

"What I want to establish is a powerful dynasty where orders are obeyed and the whole country is united. How can I allow these malignant tumors to continue to exist?"

Meng Yi remained silent.

He was well aware of what Chen Ye was saying, but the problems had been entrenched for so long that no one dared to touch them.

His concern was whether Chen Ye was being too hasty in taking action against these sects so soon after ascending the throne.

Seemingly sensing his concerns, Chen Ye smiled and said, "Don't worry, I even killed that terrestrial immortal from the Mu family. If they're smart, they should know what to choose."

"I want to see whether their bones are harder or my sword is sharper."

Sure enough, while Chen Ye was talking with Meng Yi, a group of sect leaders and elders from various martial arts sects secretly gathered in a secluded mountain villa to discuss countermeasures.

It was called a discussion, but in reality it was just a grievance session.

Everyone was indignant and spoke passionately, but when it came to specific solutions, everyone fell silent.

How to do?
Rebellion?
Even Li Xian's 50,000 elite troops of the capital garrison were slaughtered and wiped out in a single day.

These roughnecks of the martial world, gathered together, numbered no more than ten thousand. How could they possibly fight against hundreds of thousands of fierce and battle-hardened soldiers?

Assassination?

Even the Mu family patriarch, who was revered as a terrestrial immortal, was defeated in Chen Ye's camp, his neck snapped like a chick.

While these martial arts masters were arguing endlessly, in a corner, a woman dressed in a plain white dress looked at the chaotic scene before her with a worried expression.

She was none other than Lin Wan'er, who had appeared at Qingzhu Mountain with Mu Jianqing.

Time has passed, and the once spirited Senior Brother Xiao Che is said to have been seriously injured and completely crippled, while the exceptionally talented Mu Jianqing also died at Chen Ye's hands.

Now, looking at these so-called martial arts masters and sect elders, who seem like complaining women nagging incessantly, she feels incredibly melancholy.

Finally, the so-called martial arts tournament ended in discord.

After the meeting, she quickly caught up with her master.

"Master, what should we do?"

Lin Wan'er's master was an old nun. She paused, turned around and looked at her beloved disciple, and sighed after a long while.

"What else can we do? A wise person knows when to yield. Let's prepare pen and ink and write a letter of surrender."

……

Not only them, but those sects that shouted the loudest at the meeting also secretly prepared their surrender documents after returning home.

Therefore, within a month, surrender letters from various sects poured into Kyoto like snowflakes.

Chen Ye was not surprised by this, and immediately issued another decree. He wanted to personally receive all the sect leaders who came to surrender in the palace.

Lin Wan'er naturally followed her master on the journey to the capital.

To her surprise, despite having just experienced a major war that changed dynasties, Kyoto showed no signs of desolation; on the contrary, it was more prosperous and orderly than ever before.

The streets were bustling with traffic and very lively.

These martial arts practitioners were required to remove their weapons at the city gate, and then were led by special personnel to designated guild halls to await His Majesty's summons.

On this day, the imperial palace issued an edict summoning the leaders of various sects to the palace for an audience.

As Lin Wan'er walked with the crowd on the white jade square leading to the Hall of Supreme Harmony, she was deeply shocked.

On both sides of the square stood thousands of imperial guards clad in black armor.

They stood like silent statues, motionless, but the overwhelming aura of killing intent they exuded made it difficult for all the self-proclaimed masters of the martial arts world to even breathe.

Everyone's little schemes were crushed in that moment.

Upon entering the main hall, no one dared to raise their heads. Instead, they all knelt down with a thud, shouting "Long live the Emperor!"

Lin Wan'er was also kneeling in the crowd, but she couldn't help but raise her eyelids and quickly glance at the high dragon throne.

With just one glance, her mind was shaken.

The man on the dragon throne was as tall and imposing as a mountain. Just sitting there quietly, he exuded an aura of supreme majesty, as if he were looking down on all living beings and ruling the world.

Lin Wan'er hurriedly lowered her head, feeling her heart pounding like a drum, and dared not look any further.

Just then, Chen Ye said, "I am very pleased that you all understand the greater good."

Everyone was trembling with fear, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"However, I also know that some of you are still dissatisfied." Chen Ye changed the subject, "Wang Xing."

"The general is here!"

Wang Xing strode forward, waved his hand, and several imperial guards immediately carried up a huge tray.

The red cloth on the tray was suddenly lifted, revealing neatly arranged, lifeless human heads underneath.

"The remnants of the Mu family harbored treacherous intentions and plotted rebellion; they have all been executed." Chen Ye's voice remained calm. "I hope this is the last time."

No one dared to speak; some of the more timid ones were trembling with fear.

"We...we are willing to cooperate unconditionally with the imperial court! We will hand over all the land and property under our jurisdiction, conduct an internal investigation, and pay the outstanding taxes!"

"I do too!"

"Me too!"

No one dared to harbor any disloyalty anymore; everyone rushed to pledge their loyalty, fearing that if they were too late, their own heads would end up on the next tray.

Chen Ye nodded in satisfaction.

After these martial arts figures left the main hall in a daze, a long-lost voice echoed in Chen Ye's mind.

[Zhen Guolong has upgraded his job level to LV5, which is the maximum level. Should he change jobs?]

Sure enough, it came!

Chen Ye happily chose yes.

After a brief fluctuation of the light screen, a line of text finally appeared.

[Promote your profession to the ultimate level—become a Grandmaster!]

[Grandmaster of Divine Encounters: Through martial arts, one attains the Dao, becoming indestructible upon encountering the divine. The physical body is a divine weapon, the will is the will of Heaven. At the pinnacle of martial arts, one man becomes an army, one man becomes a nation.]

[Talent: Martial Arts Heart - Heaven and earth are the furnace, all things are the ingredients, and the heart is the guide; one can refine all martial arts techniques, break through shackles, and advance bravely and diligently.]

An unprecedentedly powerful feeling surged through his body. Chen Ye slowly clenched his fist, feeling the seemingly endless power within him.

At that moment, the ship on the other shore in his sea of ​​consciousness began to shine with brilliant light.

It's time to leave.

However, Chen Ye did not choose to return, because he had not yet reached the limit of what he could gain in this world, and it would be a real pity to leave like this.

Although both Dayong and Daliang are under his rule, there are still vast territories waiting to be conquered.

For example, the grasslands to the north, the barbarians to the west, and the islands to the south...

We need to establish a ruler for the entire world before even considering a return!
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