Chapter 690 - 425: The Sun and Moon Emperor’s Doubts! Proposal to Appoint Lu Xuan as Imperial General! (Part 2)

Chapter 690: Chapter 425: The Sun and Moon Emperor’s Doubts! Proposal to Appoint Lu Xuan as Imperial General! (Part 2)

But this noble minister, born of illustrious lineage, was already blinded by jealousy—why? Why should a Martial Artist of common birth be able to break through that barrier for which countless nobles have dreamt in vain?

They, these heirs of family who were born with the finest resources and most noble blood, remained trapped in the Fiery Sun Realm, unable to progress!

"Minister Yunxing is absolutely right!" Another noble official immediately voiced his agreement, stroking his meticulously trimmed beard, and spoke with righteous indignation.

"Lu Xuan, as an important member of the Imperial Guard, ought to fulfill his duties and not desert his post, recklessly wandering outside the Safe Zone, an act which not only displays disloyalty to His Majesty but also shows contempt for the Imperial Court Council!"

Before his words could settle, yet another minister hurriedly added, "Since Lu Xuan has fortunately broken through to the Star Realm, he should submit all his insights on cultivating the power of the stars for us to study.

Only thus can he demonstrate his loyalty to the Empire, and help us colleagues avoid detours on the path of cultivation."

These words immediately drew numerous noble councilors to echo them.

They appeared dignified on the surface, yet could barely conceal the greed and jealousy in their eyes.

These privileged nobles were eternally unable to accept that a Martial Artist of common birth could ultimately be the first to break through the realm they dreamt of.

This is the truth of human nature—no matter the situation, the first concern is always one’s own desires and greed.

In the eyes of these Empire nobles, the life and death of others is merely a chip to be exchanged.

If the benefits were substantial enough, they would even lead the way for the crimson monsters or crimson degenerates.

These noble families entrenched at the Empire’s top levels long ago viewed the nation’s vital interests as private property.

Clusters of nobles monopolize various cultivation resources and hold key military and political positions, each living indulgently.

Meanwhile, common people struggle to survive at the subsistence line, with countless deemed "worthless" abandoned outside the Safe Zone, left to fend for themselves.

In the eyes of these nobles who control everything in the Empire, the world outside the walls is nothing more than a buffer zone for consuming crimson monsters.

The lives of those exiled are worth even less than a bottle of fine wine at their banquets.

"Silence, you fools!!!"

A commanding female voice thundered down from the high platform, echoing through the massive council hall, shaking countless glass lamps with its resonance.

The few noble legislators who had been shouting the loudest immediately fell silent, their pampered faces turning purple before gradually darkening like the bottom of a pot.

They clenched their fists, their fingernails digging deep into their palms, yet dared not make a sound.

Indeed, if it were anyone else, these spoilt nobles would have long united against such rebukes.

But at this moment, they dared not even breathe heavily.

Only because the one who had spoken was none other than the one seated at the center of the seven chief councilors—Sun Moon Ying Shu.

She was not only the backbone of the council but also the current Emperor’s eldest daughter, the Empire’s Grand Princess.

Her status is exceedingly noble, second only to the Emperor himself, not something mere nobles could compare with.

"This meeting is to appoint Lu Xuan, the deputy commander of the Ninth Guard Group, to an important position."

"After deliberation, the seven chief councilors and I unanimously agree to promote Lu Xuan to Imperial General, you may proceed to vote."

Sun Moon Ying Shu’s cool voice echoed in the hall, each word carrying undeniable weight.

This appointment was evidently already reached consensus among the seven chief councilors, and the vote now was merely a formality.

In the next instant, Sun Moon Ying Shu calmly swept her gaze over the various expressions of the legislators below, her fingertips lightly tapping on the desk, awaiting the vote whose outcome was already destined.

"What!"

An old noble with grayed hair suddenly slapped the table, his gold-lined sleeves rustling loudly in the air.

He extended a trembling finger and spoke in rage, his voice filled with disbelief and anger.

"The position of Imperial General has traditionally never been held by those not of noble birth! It’s an established rule since the founding! How can a rootless commoner be entrusted with the Empire’s Commander’s Seal?"

"I second the motion!"

Another corpulent noble staggered to his feet, sweat beading on his forehead: "The General commands the armies, it pertains to the Empire’s stability,

if even this significant position can be casually granted to a commoner, where does that place the ancestral laws? And what about the Empire’s security?"

"Opposition! We adamantly oppose!"

Noble after noble rose from their seats, their fervent voices clashing and echoing under the dome of the hall.

Their faces were a composite of shock, anger, and fear, as though this appointment was not merely about selecting a commander, but shaking the very foundations maintaining their noble authority.

A few young nobles had even placed their hands on their swords, despite knowing that drawing arms at the council is a serious offense.

The entire noble seating was in chaos, akin to boiling water.

Imperial General—this position signifies direct command over all military corps of the Sun and Moon Empire, immensely esteemed, ranking just below the Emperor and the seven chief councilors.

Since the previous General’s death by old age fifty years ago, this position had remained vacant to this day.

Over fifty years, various noble factions have contended openly and covertly, each hoping to install their own candidate into this position.

Precisely because they constrained each other, unwilling to yield, the significant position remained unfilled for a full half-century.

And now, this position, yearned for by all noble families, was to be seized by a Martial Artist of common birth with no background.