Fu Xinghe nodded.
With a rather solemn expression, he said, "He's quite a figure."
Then casually breaking into a faint smile, "But everyone who's died at your hands, Brother Lu, has been a figure."
Fu Xinghe didn't know the details of Third Circle affairs, so he didn't dare speak recklessly, but in the Second Circle, ever since he'd followed Lu Ding...
Every single one who died by Lu Ding's hand...
Was soone with status and reputation, soone with a na and surna. Fu Xinghe felt like he was playing so kind of raising ga.
Witnessing it firsthand all along, assisting Lu Ding as he overca obstacles and cut down opponents, starting from the Heaven-Man First Restriction and Second Restriction, killing his way up to God Ascension Fifth Layer now, from Great Han all the way to Great Jing.
Though he hadn't personally fought, just watching felt exhilarating!
Wasn't this also a kind of achievent?
Just like reading a novel—everyone knows the protagonist is bound to be aweso; what people watch is how the protagonist grows from weak to strong, becoming more and more aweso step by step.
Fu Xinghe maintained the highest professional standards of an assistant investigator and secretary, carefully rembering and deeply pondering every word from the main investigator and leader.
He pulled out the materials he'd just organized.
"Brother Lu, I've compiled the battle process. In certain places, I applied appropriate artistic embellishnts. Please review it. If there are no issues, I'll notify White Eagle to have them help disseminate it throughout all of Great Jing."
Lu Ding had said during the earlier battle that he wanted today's events made public.
He ca to Great Jing precisely to walk this ten-thousand-mile path of slaughter.
Even if he didn't walk it...
Hiding his head and concealing his tail wasn't his nature.
Sches and brains—those could exist.
But what directness could match super power?
Great Han not slapping Great Jing across the face was because the cost and return weren't proportional. National managent should avoid acting on impulse as much as possible; in matters not involving bottom lines, everything should proceed from interests.
That's why they sent Lu Ding—using the pretext of an envoy mission and his relationship with An Wuyang, to display Great Han's national prestige at the smallest cost.
Lu Ding himself also knew.
Given his personality and thods, aside from his relationship with An Wuyang, the remaining reasons for sending him... without saying it, it was naturally understood. Even a dog by the roadside in Great Jing, if Lu Ding walked past, he'd give it a kick.
He wasn't afraid of people coming for him; he was afraid people from Great Jing wouldn't co for him.
At worst, he'd just beat Great Jing's Qi Refiners until there was a gap in generations, a break in the middle.
Either you yield and hold it in, or you co out and accept death.
Weren't you quite impressive earlier, playing those little tricks, those petty sches? Now that Great Han gets slightly serious and sends Lu Ding, you're not happy anymore.
Lu Ding took the materials and finished reading them.
"No issues. Send it."
"Oh, right, rember to tell the people at White Eagle—after they spread the news, help pass a ssage to An Wuyang. Ask him, am I aweso or what?"
Lu Ding's mood had recovered; he never cried over spilled milk.
If he didn't have so ability for self-regulation, the ten-plus, nearly twenty years of hardships and difficulties, the dual tornt of mind and body, would have crushed him long ago.
As he spoke, he took out the shirt Yan Feifan had previously custom-made for him from the Red Coffin, shook it open, and was about to put it on.
That accompanying investigator from earlier in Great Jing's Laicheng who had particularly good perception, Fang Zhi, stepped forward to help Lu Ding hold the clothes. Lu Ding simply stretched both arms back; the substantial, quality shirt went on, accentuating his broad shoulders and narrow waist physique.
He continued changing pants and shoes while saying, "Rember to tell him to wait at ease. Wait until I pull him out of the mire. When I reach the Royal Capital, everything can be resolved. If it can't be resolved... then it'll be resolved by eting the 'blade'."
Noting Lu Ding's words, Fu Xinghe nodded. "Understood."
He took out the sheepskin scroll and began transmitting information to White Eagle.
Lu Ding had also finished dressing.
Still the sa outfit: suit pants, shirt, red-soled gold-insignia leather shoes, paired with broad shoulders, narrow waist, thick back, and long legs.
Without a jacket, collar half-open, revealing faintly visible, clearly defined collarbones. Small details displayed a perfect physique while exposing the fact of extrely low body fat.
Lu Ding adjusted his sleeves. "Seems I'll have to avoid intense movents in the future."
Like many guys, Lu Ding didn't have many clothes. He also didn't like buying clothes. Before, it was to save money, but he maintained cleanliness, tidiness, and no odor.
Later, it beca a habit.
Even now, his Red Coffin only contained two relatively formal outfits: one set of scholar-warrior sleeves gifted by Bai Hen, one Western suit gifted by Yan Feifan, and over a dozen pure black heavyweight short sleeves and so simple pants without exaggerated designs or logos.
Short sleeves weren't suitable for wearing shoulder insignias, nor did they have any formality.
So he could only choose the one Yan Feifan gave.
If it got torn up again...
Crows would only flip tables, but Lu Ding would flip cities—he'd upend the Royal Capital for you!
ntioning clothes...
He thought of his buddies in the Third Circle.
"Counting the days, it should be about ti..."
Lu Ding pondered; he still had Disheveled Hair and Mourning Guest left in the Third Circle, having the Third Circle 749 help raise them.
The reason he hadn't ntioned this when going up to the Second Circle earlier was because this was a foreshadowing Lu Ding left.
If Yan Feifan, Bai Hen, and others got stuck later...
He'd use these two monsters as an excuse to have them escorted up. Once the people ca up, Lu Ding would directly assign them to the new city. New city, new governance—with people already in his hands, could he possibly let them go back?
Moreover, inside and out, they'd all be his people.
Fu Xinghe responsible for new city docunt issuance, Secretary Qiu responsible for Director-General docunt issuance, Xue Kai, one of the Six Departnt heads of the Review Office, facilitating convenience again—perfectly handled.
Though he could do this, Lu Ding also wouldn't go too far.
At the very least, Yan Feifan and the others needed to be Heavenly Perception.
Otherwise, forcibly bringing them up would only subject them to suppression and insecurity.
"After finishing matters in Great Jing, I'll make a call back to ask. If possible, have them co up earlier. Have them bring so clothes along the way."
Lu Ding himself thought this and paused—well, another excuse. Delivering clothes could also make them make the trip.
Don't ask why not make them in the Second Circle.
Second Circle clothes on Lu Ding would make him cough.
On the other side.
Deep within the most secure secret chamber of the White Eagle embassy in Great Jing's Royal Capital.
Several top leaders of the White Eagle embassy looked at the characters appearing on the ancient scroll before them, glancing at each other.
"My God... this... is he Satan reincarnated?"
"Shuntian Manor turned into a lava hell. Four major sects, three major schools, eleven God Ascensions, tens of thousands, even a hundred thousand disciples—all killed by him. This... Great Jing shaken, this is Great Jing shaken..."
"Seemingly Shuntian Manor is finished, but actually Tianshun Prefecture is finished too. One of Great Jing's three major developnt areas, just flattened like this, and cut off at the waist..."
As for why "at the waist"—that's because Tianshun Prefecture's four major sects, three major schools, middle managent and above—all out.
"Too insane, simply too insane. Future Tianshun Prefecture—who knows if it can recover within a hundred years. What exactly happened to make Lu Ding unleash such heavy slaughter? Even during the Third Circle National Campaign, he didn't kill like this, right..."
"And eleven God Ascensions—that's eleven God Ascensions!!!! He... he... he's too crazy."
"Now he wants us to publicize it out. If this gets publicized, wouldn't all of Great Jing, top to bottom, fight him to the death..."
Suddenly, the person speaking paused. In the secret chamber, the several top leadership of the White Eagle embassy looked at each other simultaneously.
Gulp gulp...
Sounds of swallowing echoed in the secret chamber.
They seed to have discovered sothing incredible.
"Could it be..."
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