Chapter 216: Imperial Army, Let Me Show You the Way~
"The Federation has resolved, by a vote of twenty-eight in favor to ten against, to approve the construction of Spirit Transmission Tower branch divisions on both the Heaven Dou Continent and the Xingluo Continent!"
"Although the Xingluo Federation has yet to respond, the immediate priority will be the establishment of the Tower on the Heaven Dou Continent. The purpose will be to assist the Federation, to better understand the situation there, and to monitor its activities closely—preventing the Holy Spirit Cult from reopening the Abyssal Plane and invading Douluo once again."
"Now then, who shall represent the Spirit Transmission Tower as envoy and branch master?"
This was a highly significant position.
Ditian, representing the soul beast faction, spoke first.
"My disciple, Sima Jinchi, has already advanced to Rank 95 Super Douluo. He can go."
Everyone: "???"
Wait—what?
Rank 95?
The entire room went silent. Even Qian Gu Zhangting froze mid-breath.
He remembered clearly—wasn't Sima Jinchi still at Rank 89 the last time he saw him? How had the man jumped six levels in just a few days?
Was he even human?
But Ditian wouldn't lie, and it wasn't as though anyone could hide such strength.
Qian Gu Dongfeng, who had often worked with Sima Jinchi, felt even more baffled.
As Ditian's personal apprentice, Sima Jinchi had long served as a liaison between the Spirit Transmission Tower and the Federation. If anything, Dongfeng saw him frequently—and even thought to himself, If only this boy were a girl, I'd match him with my grandson!
Ah, such wasted potential.
Qian Gu Zhangting: "…"
Grandfather, you've lost your mind…
Still—Rank 95? That was outrageous!
Even the infamous Bloody Demon Tower Lord of the past hadn't advanced so absurdly fast.
If this weren't an official council, Dongfeng would've begged Ditian to share his methods immediately.
Yet no one dared question it. A Super Douluo at Rank 95 was more than qualified.
"So be it," Dongfeng concluded. "Sima Jinchi will represent us in Heaven Soul Empire. As for the Fighting Spirit Empire—who shall take charge there?"
"You Federation people—what is the meaning of this?"
On the Heaven Dou Continent, a massive fleet of mech units descended through the skies. Their armor gleamed deep purple, and at their head flew six black mechas in formation. When the lead unit landed, its cockpit opened to reveal a middle-aged man radiating formidable soul power.
He was a Titled Douluo!
"Greetings," the man announced. "I am Zhu Xuan, Titled Douluo, title Morning Cat. Commander of the Federation's Third Mecha Battalion. I am honored to serve as envoy to your great nations on behalf of the Douluo Federation."
"An envoy?"
The Heaven Soul Empire and Fighting Spirit Empire representatives blinked.
Was this what their higher-ups had meant by "receiving foreign guests"?
These weren't diplomats—they were soldiers.
Gleaming mechas armed with heavy energy cannons filled the sky behind the envoy, their muzzles glowing faintly with lethal light.
Was this a diplomatic mission or an invasion force?
"Federation," someone hissed under their breath. "You're going too far!"
Indeed—the sovereignty of nations could not be violated.
If the Federation entered by force, they would fight to the death!
Even if they couldn't win, they weren't anyone's clay to mold.
But Zhu Xuan's tone remained calm.
"This deployment serves merely to facilitate negotiations regarding the establishment of a Spirit Transmission Tower branch on the Heaven Dou Continent."
Ah.
That changed everything.
After all, any matter relating to the Spirit Transmission Tower's soul spirit system was of utmost importance. Having military support to secure it made sense—completely normal, in fact!
Even a full legion wouldn't have raised eyebrows.
Immediately, the tense faces of the Heaven Soul and Fighting Spirit envoys softened into obsequious smiles.
"Well then, please—this way, honored envoy!"
"No, no, this way, honored envoy!"
What began as rivalry turned into open competition.
They had completely forgotten their earlier arrangement to stand united against the Federation.
Those words were long gone.
Because this was about the Spirit Transmission Tower.
The Tower's soul spirit system—the key to evolution itself! Both empires had coveted it for years.
Yes, illegal trading existed here and there, but none possessed the proper, legitimate contract techniques.
Even the Xingluo Federation was better off—they at least had stable contracts, though failures still occurred.
The Heaven Dou empires, on the other hand, still relied on the earliest, experimental forms of the contract—a flawed, dangerous process that risked mutual destruction between soul master and spirit alike.
So yes—they desperately longed for a Tower branch.
The only real question was: Where would it be built, and how many would there be?
Both nations eyed each other with barely disguised greed.
Whoever secured more influence would rise above the other.
"No need for concern," Zhu Xuan assured them politely. "If negotiations proceed smoothly, the Spirit Transmission Tower will construct one branch in every major city approved by your governments."
"Truly?"
Stunned, the two envoys glanced at each other—then both relaxed, grinning widely.
Of course there would be ulterior motives. The Federation had always played the long game.
But really—why would the Federation need to invade the Heaven Dou Continent?
The land was poor in resources, split by two warring empires that had spent centuries bleeding each other dry.
Even the Spirit Transmission Tower had long dismissed it, forbidding the Holy Spirit Cult's evil soul masters from further slaughter in the region, attempting instead to curb the empires' endless wars.
There was simply not enough life force left for anything like the Demon Emperor's resurrection.
If the Federation advanced militarily, it would be pure charity work.
No gain. Enormous expense.
Thankless.
Unless… the true rulers of the Continent feared losing their power to reform and progress.
For their nobles and bureaucrats, that fear was real.
But ask the people—most of them would welcome the Federation's arrival with open arms.
"Go on, let the Imperial Army march right in!" they would whisper.
"Traitors?"
"Traitors, my foot! Ten thousand years ago, we were one people anyway! This is just returning home!"
As for whether their monarchs would approve the Tower's presence—
That question was already answered.
In both Heaven Soul City and Fighting Spirit City, the emperors themselves stood up and declared:
"Excellent! We shall personally welcome the Federation envoys!"
(END CHAPTER)
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