Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 439

Chapter 437 Please Ask Some Normal Questions

“Could President Ming Zhong please remove the time limit on the holographic simulator?”

The question resonated with everyone. The holographic simulator was fun, but the daily play time was too short, completely unsatisfying.

“No,” Jiang Li refused on Ming Zhong’s behalf.

Limiting the time the holographic simulator could be used prevent a repeat of the situation with the Outline Civilization, where everyone’s consciousness was uploaded and the entire civilization perished.

“My Corpse Driving Sect has a favor to ask.” The Sect Master’s face and fingers were pale, a sign of long-term dealings with corpses.

“Go ahead, as long as it’s not advertising.”

The Sect Master clasped his fists in gratitude. “Could the Yin-Yang Heavenly Seal also be used to enlighten the corpses we refine? We, the Corpse Driving Sect, are influenced by our cultivation techniques, resulting in a frightening appearance and a gloomy aura. Few female cultivators are attracted to us…”

“Next, anyone else?”

Jiang Li said expressionlessly. Giving corpses intelligence was unthinkable.

Originally, the Luo Ying siblings thought the Corpse Driving Sect had several great cultivators in the fusion stage, and that visiting their world would be a blessing.

Now, it seemed like this sect was a bit perverse.

The leader of the Luban Sect looked at the leader of the Corpse Driving Sect with pity. Both of their brother sects lacked luck with women, and now that the Luban Sect had found love, the poor Corpse Driving Sect was left struggling.

The Luban Sect leader clasped his hands together and secretly thanked the Yin-Yang Celestial Seal, vowing to forever remember its great kindness.

The Luban Sect and the puppet had married according to strict protocol: first bowing to heaven and earth, then to parents, the couple bowed to each other without a single slack.

This was a gesture of responsibility to the puppet.

The second bow was to the portrait of the Yin-Yang Celestial Seal.

“Buddhism has a problem,” Wuzhi said, a rare statement that caught Jiang Li’s attention.

“What is it?”

Wuzhi turned to Meng Youyou and asked, “Could the Hehuan Sect please refrain from opening a branch near Buddhism?”

If he had a choice, Wuzhi wouldn’t have wanted to bring this up at the Jiuzhou Council; there was simply no other way.

At the foot of Mount Xumi, the Hehuan Sect opened a branch. Wuzhi went to persuade them several times, but upon entering, he was met with a sea of white flesh. A group of beautiful female cultivators, smiling and pulling at Wuzhi, nearly got himself involved. There

was no way to persuade him.

In recent years, Meng Youyou had expanded the Hehuan Sect’s operations, opening branches in the Great Wei Dynasty, the Mengjiang Dynasty, and other places, much to the delight of the Wei and Mengjiang Emperors, who frequently visited them for inspections.

Unfortunately for Meng Youyou, of the nine great dynasties, only the Great Zhou Dynasty was exempted, temporarily barring operations. The approval of the operating license was delayed.

The reason was that the Hehuan Sect’s actions met seven or eight criminal charges.

Meng Youyou said, “That’s true. My Hehuan Sect isn’t located within your Buddhist sect. Why should we open up there? We’ll open up wherever there’s a need.”

“The problem is, my Buddhist sect doesn’t need it.”

“Who said that? The Hehuan Sect’s Xumi branch is one of the highest-grossing branches.”

“Besides, your Buddhist sect has Joyful Zen, which is similar to ours. Why do you have to exclude us?”

Meng Youyou argued confidently. She was retaliating for the Buddhist preaching platform being set up across from them during the Shangsi Meeting.

It was obvious that the Buddhist sect was deliberately looking for trouble.

“Master Meng, please stop. The Buddhist sect doesn’t want to make things too ugly. Otherwise, if all the Arhats and Bodhisattvas chant the Calming Mantra, the Hehuan Sect disciples and guests will lose their sexual desires, which would be bad for everyone.” Jiang

Li had said so, and Meng Youyou decided to stop while she was ahead. After all, she had already filled the gap for the Buddhist sect. Her goal had been achieved, and she felt relieved.

“The Confucian Church has something we’d like to consult with the Human Emperor.”

“What?”

“The Human Emperor often changes his given name while traveling the world. I’m worried that the Hundred Family Surnames isn’t enough. Would the Human Emperor like the Confucian Church to compile a Thousand Family Surnames?”

“No,”

the Beastmaster said. “I have a lovely little daughter. Everyone, take a look.”

The Beastmaster projected a shadow, revealing a graceful young woman of stunning beauty.

Jiang Li was curious: “What’s the problem?”

“No problem, I just wanted to show off.” The Beastmaster retracted the shadow.

Jiang Li considered whether to carry the Beastmaster out or kick him out.

Commander Liu knocked on the door, entered the conference room, whispered in Jiang Li’s ear, and then left.

“What did Commander Liu say? Is there something urgent?” Everyone was curious. Why would Commander Liu bring up something with Jiang Li now, for no apparent reason?

Jiang Li hesitated for a moment, then spoke truthfully, “Commander Liu asked you to be more restrained during battles. Don’t move mountains or fill in the sea recklessly, or move them back after the battle, otherwise it would be too troublesome to modify the map.”

“Commander Liu also said that if he found any faction not cleaning up after a battle again, he would have them draw a map of Jiuzhou.”

Representatives from other worlds looked at him with a puzzled expression. This was a truly Jiuzhou-specific problem.

Their worlds would never face such a problem.

What they didn’t know was that Jiuzhou’s weather forecast was also flawed.

Jiuzhou didn’t have a weather forecast. After all, the weather fluctuated according to the interests of the powerful, so there was no need for one.

The map of Jiuzhou was drawn by the Human Emperor Palace. After the initial edition was completed, it was printed on jade pendants and sold on a large scale. To ensure the accuracy of the map, Commander Liu would send people to inspect it and constantly monitor Jiuzhou’s topography.

Commander Liu discovered that the biggest impact on Jiuzhou’s topography wasn’t the collision of tectonic plates, but the irresponsible fighting among a group of Divine Transformation and Fusion cultivators.

This group refused to venture into space, insisting on fighting on the mainland. A single engagement destroyed countless mountain ranges. Commander Liu’s blood pressure soared. He

had to take advantage of this meeting to resolve this issue.

Li Er shrank his neck guiltily. Their Dharmakaya sect loved to play with planets in the universe, changing their celestial trajectories. Fortunately, the Human Emperor Palace didn’t need to draw star maps, otherwise their Dharmakaya sect would be in trouble.

“I have a small question I’d like to ask everyone, see if there’s a solution,” the Dragon King of the East China Sea asked.

“Tell me about it.”

“I just had a son. He’s very talented in cultivation, and his dragon blood is extremely pure, but he has a congenital defect that’s hindering his growth.”

“What defect?” the Spiritual Medicine Sect leader was curious; this was his area of expertise.

“Seafood allergy.”

Jiang Li held his forehead. What kind of questions were these? Couldn’t he ask after the meeting?

Every time we have a meeting to help you solve problems, there are always a bunch of strange ones, and very few serious ones.

You’re all just not doing your job. I think you have too much free time!

Jiang Li internally complained.

He had read the minutes of the meetings of the previous Human Emperors. The issues resolved at those meetings were all about preventing two countries from launching a large-scale war, or resolving the endless conflicts between two sects.

Why were these the only issues he encountered?

There was no sense of accomplishment even after solving them.

Despite his complaints, Jiang Li still worked hard to help them solve their problems.

A few days later, the Nine Provinces Council concluded, and Jiang Li was exhausted.

Representatives from other worlds said the meeting was an eye-opener.

(End of Chapter)