A rare magical miracle in the world

"Is that so?"

Saimir understood, "Then for this meeting, I should stand on their side, right?"
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"Of course."

The Master of Miracles is more revered than the gods themselves, they will bring their capable subordinates. Even if a conflict arises, it will just be a contest between those under them.

"We're off!!"

On the side of the Zhu Xia Country, Ali had gathered everyone. She brought Xingtian and Chang'e, two Epic-grade powerhouses, more than enough to bolster Bailuo's presence.

"I really don't want to help them."

Unlike the naturally expected support from Clearspring Kingdom and Zhu Xia Country, the attitude from the Eastern Empire greatly troubled the Empress.

Gongsun Wu absolutely refused to side with Yatun, and Ying Muyao also found herself without any other options.

The personality of the Empress of the East resembled Bailuo's—foreign in her past life, but comparatively gentle within. When the little girl at home threw a tantrum, as the family elder, Ying Muyao didn't know what to do.

"Sigh."

This was also why Ying Muyao didn't want to bring many people along. Everyone was unwilling to submit to Bailuo or become his subjects.

However, little did they know, Ying Muyao ultimately still loved her younger brother a bit more.

For now, things were fine, she wouldn't do anything.

But if one day, the people of the Eastern Empire started rebelling against Bailuo, becoming a stumbling block on her brother's path, or even a threat to him, then Ying Muyao would have to make a choice.

For her brother, she could forsake her own life, let alone the Nine States People of the Eastern Empire.

Your value lies in ensuring that Bailuo has a great empire.

If you cannot achieve that, then why do you exist?

Ying Muyao would rather believe she hadn't left anything behind in her six thousand years than to see her family's legacy being used as a bargaining chip to harm Bailuo.

"Even if it means death, you are unwilling?"

"Unwilling, even to death!"

Gongsun Wu's stance was exactly that of all the Nine States People—utterly uncompromising.

"Why?"

Ying Muyao was somewhat puzzled, for Gongsun Wu's attitude seemed firmer than before.

"Could it be!"

Suddenly, Ying Muyao thought of a possibility, "Is it because of the Feng Kid?"

Feng Xi's position in the Eastern Empire was comparable to the old uncle's in Yatun, his influence was enormous, almost like a teacher and guide to all the Nine States People.

The Nine States People had all been graced by this man, and sometimes his words carried more weight than even Ying Muyao's.

"Your Majesty, the chariot is ready."

Looking at the ministers standing around her, Ying Muyao shook her head and eventually boarded the chariot, 'This is troublesome.'

Feng Xi was clearly not planning to attend the Kings' Meeting, and if he didn't go, what was the reason?

Ying Muyao could already predict the state of the Eastern Empire upon her return. As an ally, Feng Xi left no stone unturned, but as an enemy...

'So you don't have much faith in Xiao Luo, do you?'

The words of the Ancient Great Emperor, combined with Feng Xi's prophecy, and considering the future seen by Miya, it's likely Feng Xi also saw a part of it.

Faced with such an apocalyptic vision, Ying Muyao could imagine what choices Feng Xi would make.

"The others have set out."

In the Yatun Duchy, Bailuo gathered everyone, "Let's go too."

The old uncle was well familiar with the path to Holy City Arland. During the gathering of all the kings, the space-time there was completely open.

——Holy City Arland————

"Splash."

In a splendidly huge bathhouse, a man was soaking in the hot springs, while behind him, one after another, ethereal women draped in sheer fabrics were delicately wiping his skin.

They were Ningfu Female Immortals, a kind of elven, fairy-like Offspring of Miracle specially serving the gods.

"Your Majesty."

The golden doors opened and a statuesque woman, akin to a Female Martial God, knelt on one knee, "The Holy Emperor invites you over."

"Mm, I'll be right there."

The Emperor Candidate wrapped himself in a pure white bathrobe, tightened it, and then, with one hand behind his ear, cocked his head to the side and hopped gently.

"Do you need to wash up, Minerva?"

"Please be more dignified."

Minerva took a step forward, grasping the white belt of the Emperor Candidate and heading towards the door.

"Hey, hey, hey, the clothes, the clothes! Don't pull too hard, you'll rip them off."

The Emperor Candidate really had no way to deal with the woman before him, as she was both the Wisdom Goddess and War Goddess under his command, second to none in either strategy or combat ability.

Of course, it was mainly because she was too serious.

No wonder many people in his territory secretly called her the 'Iron Maiden'; with that temper, it was indeed unlikely that anyone would like her.

"This is the Holy Emperor's territory, you're going to meet Kings of the same level as you soon, do you really want to meet them in a bathrobe?"

"What's the big deal, we have meetings all the time, one more won't hurt."

The Emperor Candidate did things casually and was the type that could show up in flip-flops to accept an award at a company's annual gala, instead of wearing formal attire.

"People outside say you're born a slave, if you keep this up, won't you just be proving their speculations right?"

"I was born a slave indeed!"

"Huh?!"

"Err..."

Facing Minerva's sharp gaze, the Emperor Candidate pursed his lips: "Then what am I?"

"A hero!"

Minerva: "A great hero, who received a miracle and became a King!"

"That's not true, is it?"

"Hmph!"

Alright, if Minerva wanted to package him like that, the Emperor Candidate had no choice.

"Has it started?"

Soon, Minerva brought the Emperor Candidate before the Holy Emperor, but she didn't leave.

After all, the Holy Emperor was the strongest in the world, and as the Child of Miracle, she wasn't comfortable letting the Emperor Candidate face such a monster alone.

The Chubby Simpleton didn't care much, only asking Minerva what she would like to drink.

"Plain water will do, right?"

After seeing to Minerva's comfort, the Chubby Simpleton turned to the Emperor Candidate.

"Can you tell me your attitude?"

The Chubby Simpleton was dressed casually with flip-flops on his feet, the very kind Minerva detested the most: "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Me, you know."

The Emperor Candidate looked up to the Chubby Simpleton with great respect: "I'm a person with no ambition, with no interest whatsoever in the nation or power."

"But she does."

The Chubby Simpleton gestured towards Minerva sitting beside him: "They all do."

"Then there's nothing I can do about it."

The Emperor Candidate casually sat on the sofa, crossing his legs and jiggling them incessantly.

This scene nearly made Minerva jump up and beat him up.

"You called me here, what do you want to do?"

Emperor Candidate: "Are you speaking for Saros?"

"Yes."

"Then that's nonsense."

The Emperor Candidate shrugged, saying, "I've seen the prowess of that man with my own eyes, and I have no confidence in opposing him."

"Your Majesty!"

Minerva was not convinced by this, not believing her old uncle was truly invincible.

However, the Emperor Candidate still believed: "He is a man capable of creating miracles, to say he is a true Miracle is no exaggeration, and any who contend with him are bound to fail."

The old uncle held a very high status in the eyes of the Miracle Kings, especially those of the Miracle New Continent.

Just like when the Great Pirate Sigurian was defeated by Bailuo, he was unconvinced until he saw the old uncle, suddenly feeling his loss was justified.