840 Awakening of the Divine Beast in the Desolate Wilderness (4)
The 3,000 senators were only temporary. He needed to recruit more people from the various forces in the Heavenly Mystic and the Outer World army to gather 10,000 people.
In the future, all matters in Heavenly Mystic would be handled by these tens of thousands of participating officials. Each of them would have his own duties, and when something big happened, it would be decided by the new emperor, Yunduan.
As for himself, he had to cultivate.
In the battle of the Dao, one’s strength came first. Without enough strength, one could not win the battle of the Dao. Everything else was nonsense.
This was Han Muye standing in the main hall of the Imperial City, refuting the words of the generals and civil servants.
Using a council of senators to handle government affairs, the civil and military officials would naturally be dissatisfied if their authority was deprived.
But Han Muye didn’t care.
On the other hand, the Heavenly Mystic Royal Family strongly supported Han Muye’s decision.
After all, Han Muye was still in charge of the new emperor.
In a year, the situation in Heavenly Mystic Imperial City changed drastically.
The Imperial City Academy’s participating officials, as well as the generals who had returned from the frontlines, and the representatives sent by various factions to deal with matters of the Heavenly Mystic Realm were orderly.
The first three to two months were a little chaotic.
Many times, even Yunduan could not make a decision and had to consult Han Muye.
Han Muye’s judgment about these things was that since he could not make a decision, it would depend on whether both sides had selfish motives.
Those with selfish motives were directly expelled from the Heavenly Mystic and became soldiers at the front line.
If there were no selfish motives, then it would depend on which side’s suggestion was more useful for the Heavenly Mystic to win the Dao competition.
If they couldn’t win the Dao Competition, everything would be nonsense.
Three months later, after the exile of 300 senators, Han Muye did not need to interfere in any matters in the Imperial City.
Other than cultivating in seclusion, he returned to the Pill Destiny Pavilion and sat behind the counter in a daze.
“Foster Father, you’d better not come to the Pill Destiny Pavilion in the future. If you continue to stay here, our Pill Destiny Pavilion will go bankrupt.” Huang Zhihu, who was wearing a yellow dress, looked at Han Muye and complained.
“Look at Yuting and the others’ pills. How long has it been since they were sold?
“You’re the prime minister. If you sit here, who would dare to buy medicinal pills?” Huang Zhihu muttered angrily.
Zuo Yuting, who was standing at the door, smiled.
There was not a single grasshopper outside the door.
“Do you think that I can’t fool around outside if I keep a fat tiger like you in the Pill Fate Pavilion?” Han Muye looked up and said calmly.
“Stop fooling around. Your Brother Xiaoxuan will be back in a few days.
“He’d be coming with a gift from Sixth Brother.”
Hearing the gift, Huang Zhihu’s face revealed a trace of anticipation.
Han Muye kept saying that her father would send someone back, but she didn’t know if it was true.
Could her father really return after transforming into a demon and leaving the Heavenly Mystic?
At the entrance of the Pill Destiny Pavilion, a young boy climbed in.
Huang Zhihu reached out to hug her. “Little Five, did you come here yourself?”
The little guy with the tiger head whimpered a few times. A voice came from behind. “Sister, I’m Little Five. He’s Little Six.”
At the threshold, there was also a tiger head, but the kid with slightly longer eyebrows looked up.
Huang Zhihu nodded and muttered, “It can really give birth…”
Han Muye smiled and looked outside. The Southern Wasteland Snack Shop next door was doing well. Shao Datian and Cuicui had already given birth to a nest of little fellows.
If Junior Sister Mu Wan is still in the Pill Destiny Pavilion, will I have a child too?
Looking at Huang Zhihu in front of him, the smile in Han Muye’s eyes deepened.
This little girl had grown up in the blink of an eye. He could finally answer to Sixth Brother.
“Minister Han, the sixth sister-in-law of the Western Frontier’s Jinyang City has arrived at the Imperial City.” Qian Yiming’s voice sounded from the door.
Han Muye stood up. Huang Zhihu threw the kid in her arms and ran out.
“Zhihu, Sixth Sister-in-law was picked up by Princess Yunjin and has already entered the palace to see the Emperor,” Qian Yiming shouted from behind.
“Oh,” Huang Zhihu replied and turned to run towards the palace.
Han Muye stood at the door, his gaze on the avenue.
On the main road, a figure in a green robe with a long sword on his back slowly walked over.
Qian Yiming’s entire body trembled. He wanted to go forward and stop him, but he felt that he could not stop him at all.
“I’ve finally returned to the Imperial City.
“Mortal world…”
Gao Xiaoxuan carried his sword on his back, his eyes filled with vicissitudes.
“Kid, why are you so emotional?” Han Muye glared at him and sized him up. “Is the demonic nature suppressed?”
Gao Xiaoxuan grinned. “Almost. We’ll have to wait for your pills.”
