Gao Wu Da Qin: You don't want your secret to be known, do you?

Chapter 162: Treating to a meal, beheading, and taking in dogs! Treating to a meal!

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Bad news travels fast.

Daotian quickly returned to the mortal realm and spread the word about Qin Feng's trip to the underworld.

In an instant, the Foundation, the intelligence organizations of the seven countries, and the intelligence organizations of the Eighteen Blessed Lands were in an uproar.

Zhuolu, Li family.

"What? Qin Feng's dead? Really? Let me go open a bottle of '82 Yujiu to celebrate!"

"Patriarch, don't be too happy yet! The accurate description is that Qin Feng went to the Underworld through the Qiaoshan Pass, not that he died. He can still be brought back to life!"

"Holy crap! This is so heartbreaking! Why didn't Qin Feng die in there?! It would be good news if he did!"

"My lord, perhaps we can do something to keep Qin Feng in the underworld forever, turning him into a dead man."

"you mean?"

"Qin Feng has already gathered 100,000 of his old troops in the Underworld and marched on Iron Enclosure Mountain, completely surrounding it. He even challenged the Lord of Iron Enclosure Mountain to his face, seemingly intending to pacify the Underworld."

"Damn it! Has Qin Feng gone mad?! Even the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors didn't interfere much with the Underworld; even the gods are wary of it. And he's actually shouting about going to pacify the Underworld? Has he got his head stuck in a door?!"

"If we support some of the native forces in the Underworld and defeat Qin Feng, do you think there's any possibility of keeping Qin Feng permanently in the Underworld?"

"This...it seems like there's actually room for maneuver! It's just that we can't enter the underworld!"

"There's a way! The Qiaoshan Secret Realm is now open, and everyone can use the Qiaoshan Secret Realm passage to go to the Underworld, and they can even return in their physical bodies!"

"In that case, let's find a way to keep Qin Feng in the Underworld."

"..."

Jianye City, Foundation.

The six vice presidents sat in a circle, looking at the intelligence reports above them, each with a worried expression.

"I just don't understand! What is the chairman doing? The foundation is already struggling, and now he's gone to the underworld to open a new channel. He really can't stop for a moment!"

"Can't the chairman just let us have a break? The Datong stock market has just opened, we've just started making money, and now we have to fight again? We just finished paying off the last loan! Are we going to have to take out another loan to fight? This constant borrowing isn't going to work!"

"Alright!" Lord Xinling looked at everyone. "The intelligence from the Foundation has come back. The traitorous alliance in Zhuolu is planning to gather top-notch managers to assassinate the Chairman in the Underworld. We can't remain inactive! As for Warehouse Manager, Lord Mengchang, how is the main mecha force progressing?"

Lord Mengchang looked awkwardly at Lord Xinling, "I'm fine on my end. The main mechs and Iron Curtain ships are already 80% repaired and upgraded, and the remaining 20% ​​will be completed within the next month! But Wuji, you must understand, these weapons of ours can't enter the Underworld! What's the use of repairing them!"

Lord Xinling said, "Of course it will be useful. If the experts in Zhuolu make a move against the chairman, the foundation will launch a war, cross Tianhe Pass, and launch a full-scale attack on Zhuolu! With the foundation's current wealth accumulated from harvesting the seven kingdoms and our reserves, even if we can't take over Zhuolu entirely, destroying the Yang and Li families, or any one or two of the Four Seas Dragon Lords' forces, will be a piece of cake!"

Lord Mengchang asked, "What if the Ji family launches a surprise attack if we rashly launch an attack?"

Prince Dan interrupted Lord Mengchang, saying, "If the Ji family attacks us, we may be completely wiped out. But the Ji family's stronghold will be vulnerable. Do you think the seven vassal kings will target Uranus, which has been bothering them for so long? Their battleships might be lining up to enter Uranus and offer some comfort to the Zhou king."

Lord Chunshen tapped his fingers on the table. "The most urgent task now is to demonstrate a sufficient level of war threat. I suggest the Foundation enter a state of first-level combat readiness!"

Lord Xinling said, "Good! Enter Level 1 combat readiness. Your Highness Crown Prince Dan, please increase the recruitment of wandering and retired mech pilots. The Foundation will begin a new round of troop production. This time, we only want our own soldiers and will not accept the elite troops of the seven kingdoms."

Prince Dan said, "Alright, no problem!"

"Let's adjourn the meeting here!" Lord Xinling stood up. "I'd like to say a few words at the end of the meeting."

"The president's solo risk-taking is definitely not a rash decision. I believe the strategist is not a reckless person; I am even more convinced that he has given this matter considerable thought!"

"Looking back on all the absurd and outrageous things the president has done since his debut, in the end, none of them helped him achieve his incredible feats."

"Therefore, I hope everyone can increase their trust in the president. A man of his stature is exceptional; anyone who dares to follow him will surely be richly rewarded!"

The people around burst into laughter.

"That's inevitable. The strategists would never suffer a loss against themselves, no matter who else they might lose!"

"The fact that the chairman became chairman is definitely due to great fortune and luck. We subordinates should just follow suit and bet on it. There's no point in thinking too much about it."

"Let's get this going! It's too quiet here; we need to create the right atmosphere for the president!"

Confucianism, the peach grove of Jixia Academy, clear ponds and warm springs.

The water was as smooth as a mirror, and the golden lotus radiated holy light.

Master Meng sat upright in the center of the most magnificent golden lotus, closing his eyes to rest and recuperate.

Just then, a water-like figure materialized and appeared in front of them.

Shuiying gradually developed facial features and a distinct appearance, revealing herself to be Ming, Qin Feng's former brother-in-law.

Ziming said respectfully, "Greetings, Master Meng! The kitchen staff has something to report."

Master Meng asked in a languid voice, "What is it?"

Ziming said, "The day before yesterday, the Foundation sent word that its president, Qin Feng, appeared in the Underworld through the secret passage of Qiaoshan Mountain, gathered 300,000 of his old troops, and surrounded Iron Enclosure Mountain."

Master Meng raised an eyebrow and silently looked at Ziming.

Ziming stiffly said, "Qin Feng patted his chest and promised that he would not start another war. However, the Underworld is full of dead people. Strictly speaking, a war between the dead is not within the scope of the guarantee. Therefore, Qin Feng's launching of this war is theoretically not wrong."

"Stop pleading for him!" Master Meng was extremely displeased. "Tell me first, why did he go to Iron Enclosure Mountain for no reason! The Qiaoshan Secret Realm has opened, wouldn't it be better for him to go to the Yellow Emperor's Tomb in Qiaoshan to train? Why did he choose Iron Enclosure Mountain instead of the Yellow Emperor's Tomb? What does that mean? Are you the one who's behind this!"

Ziming's dry face was full of grievance. "Master, I'm innocent! I really didn't cause any trouble. It was Qin Feng who insisted on going! This has nothing to do with me!"

Master Meng said, "One city, two mountains, three palaces, and ten temples—these sixteen underworld offices are already set. Now, only two more offices are needed to complete the eighteen levels of hell. At that time, the ghost realm will be fully formed! Its destiny and merit will be endless! This is the foundation of the celestial realm; you should understand!"

"The Celestials will not allow anyone to undermine their core base!"

"Without this solid foundation, the Heavenly Court would be nothing more than a makeshift operation!"

"Now, anyone who attacks the core of the Celestial Realm will die! The sixteen Underworld offices cannot be allowed to change! Ziming, do you understand?"

Ziming waved his hands, "Of course I understand! But Qin Feng doesn't understand!"

Mencius said, "Does he really not understand? He's pretending to be confused when he does! This kid is incredibly bold! He's wild and unruly! Is he trying to reach the heavens by doing this?"

As Mencius uttered these words, the surface of the water began to churn wildly, and the ripples showed that Mencius's state of mind had been completely shattered.

Ziming said, "To be precise, it's going to the ground."

"Do you need to correct me?" Master Meng glared at Ziming. "You, as his uncle, have been on holiday for a while, and you haven't even kept an eye on the kids, on your Qin Feng. Now he's causing trouble right here in the Celestials' territory. Do you think the Celestials will set a trap to keep him in the Underworld? Then I'll have to go and get him! Is it a crime for me to have a moment of peace?!"

Ziming stiffly replied, "Master, you are mistaken. To be precise, we are still traveling throughout the world and there is no time for rest."

Mencius said, "You are the teacher, and I am the teacher! Are you going to teach me how to do things?"

Ziming hurriedly replied, "I wouldn't dare."

Master Meng sat back down on the Vast Golden Lotus and muttered to himself, "This matter must be handled with caution. We absolutely cannot escalate the war, or at the very least, we cannot engage in a full-blown conflict. Otherwise, if our foundation is destroyed, and the Heavenly People investigate, even Heaven itself will be punished, which will make things very difficult!"

Ziming said, "Yes, that's what I think too. Judging from Qin Feng's current situation, he doesn't seem to be planning to launch a war to attack Tiewei Mountain. It seems like he's taken on a case and is debating scriptures for others."

Mencius raised an eyebrow. "Debate with others? I had to clean up his mess, and now he's going to go around cleaning up other people's messes? Does he even deserve it? He's a strategist! Only Confucian scholars have ever debated classics; do strategists even have that authority?"

Ziming said, "He said he was the future sage of Confucianism, and that he was the top student in the humanities. As a disciple of the sage, he was naturally qualified to debate the classics."

Master Meng did not speak, but his face was very ugly. After all, he had indeed said that he was the new sage of Confucianism. But he did not expect that Master Meng would take it so seriously and go to debate the classics with him.

Debating scriptures is similar to the concept of collective punishment!

If you believe he is innocent, then you defend him. If you lose, the other party is finished, and you will at least be socially dead. It is a true case of shared glory and shared loss.

Great Confucian scholars cherish their reputations and rarely engage in debates on classical texts, as this often means a fight to the death—a fight with no way out!

Qin Feng's debate with the scriptures was a desperate act, risking his own reputation and prestige!

Mencius asked, "Who was the fellow who had Qin Feng debate the classics?"

Ziming hurriedly presented a proclamation: "This man, Zhang Zhi'en, is a major troublemaker in the underworld. In his previous life, he was from Longcheng in the Great Qin Dynasty. When he was young, he had a conflict with his neighbor and witnessed his mother being killed by the neighbor in the street. This matter was later given a lenient sentence by the Qin law, but Zhang believed it was a case of favoritism and corruption. After serving in the army for twenty years, in the year he was discharged, he killed his neighbor's entire family of three in the middle of the night, causing serious social impact. He was sentenced to death by the local authorities! He then fell into the underworld. This man is destined to be a noble person, with great fortune, but he has suffered injustice. His resentment is so great that it can be described as seven lifetimes of bitter enmity. His case has already gone through seven rounds, but each time it has resulted in eight deaths and eight lives, and there is still no clear answer!"

"Qin Feng has taken over this case and is preparing for the eighth round!"

Master Meng said, "This case involves many things!"

Ziming said, "Yes, it involves the Great Qin Empire in the mortal realm, and sixteen government offices and residences! Now Qin Feng has joined in, involving the World Travelers! Moreover, there is also the fundamental interest base of the Celestials! If we are not careful, the Underworld may be thrown into chaos."

Master Meng said, "The most important thing this time is to stabilize the Celestials and strictly control the entry of experts into the Underworld. We absolutely cannot let our foundation be compromised! I need to go to the Heavenly Gate to discuss this matter with Old Man Taibai."

Ziming asked, "Is there anything I need to do?"

Mencius pondered, "Tell Qin Feng that when he's debating scriptures with others, he should do so honestly and not escalate the conflict or spread negative emotions like panic and anger. This kid's ability to sway people is too strong. If he gains power, I reckon all sixteen government offices will have to change hands! At that point, the base of support will still be there, but it will probably all be Qin Feng's base, not the Heavenly Man's base."

Ziming said respectfully, "The cook understands, Master, please take care."

Master Meng turned around and disappeared.

The old man's gaze lingered on the peach grove in the distance. "Lord Zilu, when do you plan to go to the Underworld? Why don't you come with me?"

Deep within the peach grove, Zilu emerged. He had transformed into a young, white-haired boy of eight or nine, yet his voice carried a mature air. "Tell Qin Feng," he declared, "the nine of us won't stand with him. We'll stand against him! The challenge he faces next will surpass the eloquence required for the humanities competition. Let him wash his neck and prepare to admit defeat! He can't overturn Zhang Zhi'en's case!"

Uncle chuckled, "I admire Lord Zilu's spirit of never giving up despite repeated defeats! Even though he's been beaten bloody, he's still putting on a brave face! So what if there are seven more Lords of Hell? Sixteen Lords of Hell against Qin Feng, the Lord of the Eighteenth Level of Hell, you don't really think that numbers guarantee victory, do you?"

Zilu looked at his uncle and said, "In the underworld, numbers matter!"

Uncle chuckled and said, "Yes, I admit it! But I also want to remind Lord Lu that there is an out-of-control Lord of Hell who wields a pen that can create thousands of troops and boundless pagodas!"

Zilu said, "The novelist, Baili Changqing! His pen has broken!"

The old man said, "The pen is broken, but he's still alive! Moreover, he's the only Hell Lord besides Qin Feng who goes against the Celestials. If his pen is found, coupled with Qin Feng's eloquence, can the sixteen of you really withstand the attack of the eighteenth and sixteenth Hell Lords?"

Zilu said, "Whether you can block it or not, you have to block it! There's no point in saying more."

"That's true," Uncle said. "You have no way out. It's like Qin Feng took the initiative to launch a challenge by using Zhang Zhien's case. Everyone can see that the conflict is on the verge of collapse and is about to erupt. At this stage, it is a great thing for us and for the Three Realms to have a low-intensity, low-severity, controllable outbreak of the conflict."

"No one wants to disrupt the foundations of the underworld! The celestial beings don't want it, nor does Mencius of the mortal realm! Not even you or I!"

"Therefore, this incident can only be a battle of wits, not a war like the one at Tianhe Pass."

"Goodbye, Lord Zilu!"

My uncle turned to leave the Jixia Academy.

Just as he disappeared above the water, his uncle seemed to remember something and reminded him, "By the way! Master Zilu! Let me give you a heads-up! It's best not to involve Qin Feng's parents in this case. His parents are Qin Feng's bottom line. If you cross that line, this kid will really turn against you. Even Master Zilu might not be able to stop him then. He will definitely take crazy revenge on the Celestials!"

After speaking, the uncle disappeared.

Only Zilu stood in the peach grove, his face extremely grim.

(End of this chapter)

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