The Envoy of Abundance from Onphalus

million?!

Huanlong's heart trembled violently, but she forced herself to maintain a calm tone. Jingyuan, this isn't about finding a doctor at all.

This is clearly... a force aimed at her? And the "first batch"... could there be more to come?

"Lord Yukong, do you mean... Physician Cihui will be coming to Luofu later?" Her voice carried a hint of tension that was barely perceptible.

“Otherwise what?” Yu Kong’s tone was full of apprehension. “This envoy’s influence far exceeds our imagination! The Sky Ship Division now has more than 200,000 port entry applications piling up! Even if each application only represents one starship, and each starship only carries a hundred people…”

She took a deep breath and exclaimed, "That's over 20 million! Luofu can't just turn away all these doctors who came in response to the call; they can only do their best to receive them."

Twenty million!

The words struck Huanlong (Tingyun) like a hammer blow to her heart. She could almost hear the sound of her carefully constructed mask of calm cracking.

Twenty million compassionate physicians? This is no joke! Could this be a trap set for her by the blind general Jing Yuan?

Otherwise, what's the point of having 20 million compassionate physicians who can be both doctors and soldiers? Are they just there to treat patients in Luofu?

"Lord Yukong, you...you're not joking with me, are you?" Her voice finally trembled slightly. "Twenty million Compassionate Physicians? This...this is simply unbelievable."

“Sigh, Tingyun.” Yu Kong’s voice was tired but real. “How could I not hope that this was just a joke? If it were really a joke, the entire Tianbo Division wouldn’t have had to cancel their vacations and work day and night, and even the Gongzao Division and Taibu Division would have to transfer a large number of people to support them. This number… is absolutely true.”

Twenty million!

A blinding golden light instantly flooded Huanlong's mind. Twenty million compassionate healers possessing abundant power…

This is no longer a simple legion, but a near-immortal tide of divine grace capable of engulfing everything!

Compared to this, the scene of the sea patrolling knights piling up corpses and killing Luo seemed mild.

What's even more terrifying is that she may be facing far more than just those 20 million doctors, but also Jing Yuan and that wealthy envoy Huai Xiu.

This is no longer a matter of "looking up to" her; this is a deadly situation that ensures she has absolutely no chance of survival. Let alone 20 million, even if it were only 10 million... she wouldn't see the slightest chance of winning.

Huanlong fell silent for a moment, not even paying attention to Yukong on the other end of the phone.

A puzzled voice came from the other end of the communication: "Tingyun? Hello? Are you listening? Is something wrong?"

Huanlong snapped back to reality, her fingernails almost digging into the communicator's casing.

She took a deep breath, using all her strength to suppress the surging fear in her heart, and her voice regained its unique gentleness, even managing a hint of a smile:

"No...it's alright, Lord Yukong. I will take care of the task you assigned me right away. Please rest assured, I will head to Starship Harbor immediately to begin preparations."

"Yes, thank you for your hard work, Tingyun."

"Serving Luofu is no hardship at all. Lord Yukong, just wait for good news."

"Okay, I'm very busy here, so I'll leave everything at Chaxing Port to you." After saying that, Yu Kong immediately cut off the communication.

The busy sound rang out, and Huanlong (Tingyun) slowly lowered his arm, his palm icy cold.

The smooth surface of the communicator reflected her stiff expression.

Star Harbor…twenty million…these two words swirled wildly in her mind, like a cold noose tightening ever more. She needed to sort things out immediately. Just how large a net had Jing Yuan laid?

Now she has to make a choice: give up the opportunity to seize the power of Jianmu, or continue to bet everything and take a gamble?

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This is the second chapter today, and there's one more to come.

Golden Branches Through the Ages: Chapter 142 (Continued)

Huanlong is facing a crucial choice. The power of Jianmu is within her grasp, and once she succeeds, she can immediately withdraw and flee.

Reconstructing her physical body? In this perilous place called the Immortal Ship? She had no intention of doing so.

With that malevolent star named Huai Xiu around, it's already a miracle that we were able to steal his power and escape.

As for the new body, it's not too late to find a safe place to reshape it. After much deliberation, Huanlong decided—to continue betting.

The power of the Jianmu tree is crucial to her, and now is the best, and possibly the last, opportunity.

Once she gives up, no one within Luofu will be of any use to her, making it virtually impossible to seize Jianmu. This is her last chance.

If it weren't for the Dan Shu of the Dan Ding Division secretly distributing pills that could induce demonic possession to the Cloud Cavalry soldiers, creating large-scale chaos, and the impact of that star core, Jing Yuan would probably have already closed in.

Now, relying solely on the secret teachings of the Medicine King and those scattered, abundant, and wicked things, we are utterly powerless to resist the immense power of the Compassionate Physician.

Huanlong sneered inwardly. This rabble numbered less than 300,000 at most, and even the Cloud Cavalry, without the aid of the Compassionate Physicians Association, could easily suppress them. Moreover, millions of Compassionate Physicians were now joining the battle.

The fate of these wretched creatures who only know how to chant the praises of the Medicine King is predictable...

In her view, the rebellion plan, based on the secret teachings of the Medicine King, was doomed to failure and destined for certain death. However, they always seemed to be clinging to a vague hope, and that vague hope was Illusion.

Huanlong sighed inwardly. A hidden piece, originally planned to be played only after stealing the Jianmu tree, had to be revealed prematurely. If it wasn't revealed now, forget about seizing the Jianmu tree; even escaping Luofu would be a problem.

This was a last resort. She could only hope that those guys she had high hopes for could do something; she didn't expect them to destroy the immortal ship, just buy them some more time.

Her gaze (or rather, Tingyun's gaze) turned towards the direction of the Prison of Darkness. She hadn't intended to make this move.

But the current situation is pressing. She can only use her identity as "Tingyun" to secretly let in a few starships of "unknown origin" to stir up the waters even more.

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The era of the departed has long since ended.

Nearly a century ago, Huaixiu appeared out of nowhere, like a natural disaster, crushing the prosperity of the Buli people. They could not understand why an emissary blessed by the Lord of Longevity (the Abundant Star God Medicine Master) would not only fail to protect His people, but instead wield a butcher's knife and cruelly slaughter them.

Whenever they questioned this Huaixiu envoy, Huaixiu never answered, only relentlessly slaughtering.

Since the catastrophe that the Buli people called the "Disaster of Decay," they lost their homes, their constant supply of "blood offerings," and their slaves.

The once fierce Buli tribe was decimated by Huai Xiu and his followers. These formerly ruthless jackals, now broken and homeless, lived in constant fear.

To escape the relentless pursuit of the Compassionate Medicine King Society, many Bu Li people have had to disguise themselves as the fox people they despise and mingle in the peripheral star systems.

They could only survive on some low-quality "blood food," and had to be constantly wary of the compassionate physician's cold gaze. The hunt had lasted for nearly a century, and several groups of the Step-Out Humans had been completely wiped out.

After a long period of disguise, some of the people who had been away from the fox spirits even began to have the illusion that being a fox spirit might not be so bad.

At least they wouldn't have to live in constant fear, risking their lives for a mere "blood food." More fatally, the Bu Li human race no longer had a leader capable of commanding the others—those with prestige had long since been purged by Huai Xiu.

People's hearts have scattered. Many have gradually become accustomed to their new identities and no longer respond to the so-called call of the departing people. They are now fox people, living new lives on the Azure Immortal Ship. Do not disturb them.

Perhaps in a few decades, the name "Bu Li Ren" will only be marked as extinct in the historical archives of the evil and prosperous people.

In this time of crisis, a strategist named Modu stepped forward. He appealed to the surviving Buli people to put aside their old tribal divisions and unite to survive.

His ideas resonated with the remaining diehards. The remnants of the Bu Li people managed to reunite, but Mo Du himself lacked prestige and could not convince the masses.

So he threw out a very tempting slogan: Rescue the former leader of the Bu Li War—Hu Lei! Only with the return of this legendary war god can they lead them to regain their former glory!

This proposal ignited the last spark in the hearts of the remaining Buli people. They recalled the glorious days when Hulei Zhanqiang led them to tear apart the enemy's throats, drink their blood, and enjoy endless blood sacrifices.

Ever since Hu Lei was imprisoned in Luofu's Dark Prison, their situation has steadily deteriorated. Upon learning that Zhan Shou was still alive, the idea of ​​rescuing him grew like wildfire.

However, rescue is easier said than done. Even at their peak, Bu Liren couldn't shake Luofu in the slightest, and now this group of defeated soldiers can hardly even get close to the gates of Luofu.

Modu knew perfectly well that his advocacy of "rescuing the war chief" was more of a numbing agent for his people, immersing them in illusory memories of glory and temporarily making them forget the despair of reality.

More than a decade has passed just like that.

Huanlong coldly observed Bu Liren's predicament, a thought quietly taking root in her mind to manipulate things from behind the scenes. Her avatar, disguised as the legendary "High Priest" of Bu Liren, issued a "divine decree": The time is approaching; the day we welcome back the leader of the Thunderous War will be the day Bu Liren rises again!

Under the influence of this "high priest," the remaining Bu Li people became incredibly enthusiastic and began frantically preparing a rescue plan.

The high priest would "communicate with the gods" daily, claiming to be waiting for the perfect moment in the "prophecy".

As usual, Mo Du used his fox-human disguise to purchase supplies at a trading post on the edge of Luofu. He knew in his heart that even if he rescued Hu Lei, the War Chief might not be a match for Huai Xiu.

But the Buli people desperately need a leader who can silence all voices. Hu Lei is their only remaining hope. They've endured over a decade; what's a few more decades?

However, today, an exciting announcement came from the High Priest's tent: "The divine decree has been issued! Set off for Luofu immediately! Rescue the leader of the Hulei War, and the history of the Buli people will be rewritten today!"

Upon hearing the news, Modu's blood boiled! The moment of revival had finally arrived!

He immediately summoned all his people: "The High Priest's oracle is never false! Board the ship! Destination: Luofu! Welcome back our War God!"

These endangered beasts, driven by their final madness, swallowed the pills, transformed into fox-people, boarded several stolen old general-purpose starships, and sped towards Luofu.

Every member of the Bu Li clan harbors the same burning fantasy: to rescue Hu Lei and reclaim their glory!

But no one asked, and no one could answer:

What if the high priest who brought the "divine oracle" was actually part of a carefully planned scam?

From beginning to end, they were nothing more than pawns used by others, and these pawns were even discarded.

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Golden Branches Endure Through the Ages: Chapter 43 Illusory Moves

"Lord Modu, if we go in so openly, will the Luofu Immortal Ship let us in now?" Modu's confidant, disguised as a fox-person, asked with unease.

The oppressive feeling brought by the abundance of the envoy was profound, but every stubborn old man who still survived could not forget the humiliation of being defeated and imprisoned by that crazy woman from Luofu.

Huai Xiu was indeed not to be trifled with, but the Luofu Immortal Ship was also an impenetrable fortress. At the height of their power, the Chuli people followed Shu Hu and gathered a large number of wealthy people to attack Luofu. However, Shu Hu was suspected of perishing, and from then on, they were completely defeated.

Now they have only a mere 50,000 men left, and no powerful envoys to command them. Facing them is General Jing Yuan, the Shence General who rules Luofu. To force their way in? That would be tantamount to suicide.

"Fool!" Modu crossed his arms, his face full of disdain. "Who said we were going to force our way in? The High Priest has already made arrangements. As long as we reach Luofu, we'll have inside help. If we really want to fight, why bother wearing this disgusting fox-fox skin?"

"But Lord Modu, even if we manage to infiltrate, what about the Ten Kings' Division..." The confidant still had doubts.

"Hmph," a glint of fanaticism flashed in Mo Du's eyes, "You think the 'Broken Mirror' plan is going to be a battle we can't win? Our inside man has a background deeper than you can imagine, he can even get in and out of the Ten Kings' Division. Be smart then, and keep your mouth shut!"

He leaned closer and whispered, his voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement: "Moreover, the High Priest's plans are flawless. Once we release the War Chief Thunderclap and alert the Ten Kings, we may find it difficult to escape."

"So his plan is to not only rescue Zhan Shou, but also release all the prisoners held in the Ten Kings' Division! To throw the entire Ten Kings' Division into chaos, draw all the firepower, and cover our retreat with Zhan Shou!" In his mind, as long as Hu Lei is rescued, the rise of the Bu Li people will be just around the corner.

"Then...why isn't the High Priest accompanying us? Logically speaking, such an important matter as rescuing the war chief..." the confidant asked hesitantly.

Modu waved his hand impatiently: "Why do you talk so much? The High Priest is a prophet, not a general charging into battle!"

“Bu Li only has one high priest left! You want him to take up arms and go to the battlefield? What if he is killed? When the war chief returns, who will assist him in leading the restoration plan?”

"Understood!" The confidant lowered his head and respectfully stepped back after being reprimanded.

Looking out the porthole, the enormous man-made celestial body—the Luofu Immortal Ship—rapidly magnified in his field of vision.

A surge of heroic spirit welled up within him. He seemed to already see the historical records: Mo Du, the wise general who turned the tide, united the nearly collapsed Bu Li clan and welcomed back the war chief Hu Lei!

Under his and Zhan Shou's leadership, the Bu Li people not only did not perish, but instead prospered like never before!

Immersed in this magnificent vision, Modu overlooked the glaring doubts that should have been obvious.

For example: Why did all the high-ranking members of the clan perish at Huai Xiu's hands, but the so-called high priest remained unharmed?

This enormous contradiction is imminent.

However, his mind was completely blinded by the desire for "historical recognition" and "ethnic revival," and he was no longer willing to think deeply about it. In his mind, there was only a wild fantasy of the leader returning to his post and the Bu Li clan being revitalized.

Huanlong quietly placed the first hidden piece in the chess game he had set up in Luofu.

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The nearby Star Peace Company cargo transit station

Inside the massive metal warehouse, lights shone brightly and machines roared. Workers were operating heavy robotic arms, carefully hoisting one menacing giant mech after another into the containers. These mechs gleamed with a cold metallic sheen, and their torsos and joints faintly revealed unnatural flesh textures and writhing movements.

A man dressed in the company's standard P20-level security captain's uniform pointed at the enormous objects with a furrowed brow: "Supervisor, are these things... really going to be sent into the Luofu Immortal Ship?"

The chubby supervisor next to him didn't even look up, his fingers flying across the data panel, typing out order information: "What else can we do? It's a strict order from above, we're just responsible for executing it. If you asked fewer of these kinds of questions, you'd be in my position by now."

The captain pointed to one of the mechs that had just been hoisted. The mech seemed to be asleep, but at a hydraulic joint on its leg covered with what looked like rough skin, a palm-sized piece of "flesh and blood" suddenly swelled slightly before quickly flattening out.

"Look at these! These are all prototype mechs infused with the flesh and blood of the Bu Li people! The stability reports are all high-risk warnings! If something goes wrong when we send these things to Luofu..."

The supervisor finally looked up, his face displaying the shrewdness and weariness typical of a mid-level manager: "Look, here we go again. I'm telling you, even if the higher-ups want to pin the blame on us, we have to grit our teeth and bear it."

“Maybe…” he glanced around and lowered his voice, “…if the handover of this batch of ‘special goods’ goes smoothly, our ranks will both be moved up a bit?”

His gaze swept over the grotesque creations that incorporated the features of the Bu Li aliens, and his heart pounded with apprehension: Sending these half-finished products into the Luofu Immortal Ship? What exactly are the higher-ups planning? Testing its stability in actual combat? Or is there some other motive?

But as a cog in the company's massive machine, he had no choice. If he didn't do it, the mistake would happen immediately; if he did it, the mistake might happen later.

"Get ready to load!" the supervisor raised his voice, suppressing his anxiety. "Hurry up, we can't afford to delay the ship!"

The massive container doors slowly closed amidst the hissing of hydraulic rods, engulfing the steel monsters that had fused with flesh and blood.