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Chapter 659: 435: Shen Zhou, a Vast Land, How Could It Allow Japanese Slaves to Covet It? (Don't Raise Books!)

Chapter 659: Chapter 435: Shen Zhou, a Vast Land, How Could It Allow Japanese Slaves to Covet It? (Don’t Raise Books!)

Long before, the Japan Martial Artist had once requested an audience with the newly ascended Jingtai. At that time, the Clan Leader of the Yagyu Family personally came to the Central Plains, seeking to acquire a piece of land and gradually scheme against the Central Plains.

However, he was refused, and only then did he turn to more secretive measures.

Upon hearing the words of Ito Shinsei, the civil and military officials in the Golden Throne Hall immediately erupted, with voices of reprimand echoing throughout the hall.

“Presumptuous, how dare these petty Japan ruffians intrude upon our Central Plains?”

“Shen Zhou, our vast land, how could it be a place for you Japanese to set foot on?”

In the Central Plains, more concerned about these were the civil officials. Well-versed in literature and sharp in speech, they immediately berated Ito Shinsei standing before them.

Completely disregarding his Yang Transformation Cultivation.

Ito Ikeda, listening to the disdainful voices around him, his expression grew darker, a flash of murderous intent and humiliation passing through his eyes. In Japan, the Ito Family was revered by everyone.

But in the hearts of the people of the Central Plains, even though they might possess Sky-reaching Cultivation, they were still considered barbaric ruffians!

He recalled what a senior had once told him.

Prejudice in people’s hearts is like a great mountain.

No matter how hard you try, you cannot move it; this was vividly demonstrated by these ignorant people of the Central Plains. He was holding back his anger.

Not daring to retort in the slightest.

Because Japan did not have the strength, even the three great families combined could hardly contend with the Great Jin Court.

They could only endure!

Now, in the grand hall, there were several Yang Transformation experts who could effortlessly suppress them.

Even his father, Ito Shinsei, showed no displeasure.

Jingtai’s expression was unmoved as he stared at Ito Shinsei and said:

“When I ascended to the throne, the Clan Leader of the Yagyu Family had mentioned this matter. Now, my answer remains the same, the magnificent Central Plains, the vast Shen Zhou, does not have an inch of spare land.”

Ito Shinsei, his gaze sharp, spoke in a low voice:

“Your Majesty misunderstands, in fact, Japan and the Central Plains are of the same lineage. Not long ago, an ancient tomb was excavated in Japan, revealing that thousands of years ago, after the Martial Emperor conquered the world and defined the Martial Arts Realm, one of his Divine Sovereigns crossed the sea to Japan and proliferated…”

“What?”

The officials in the court, upon hearing this, were instantly filled with doubt and disbelief.

The Central Plains was the ancestor of the Japanese ruffians?

“Nonsense, matters of Ancient Times have long been disconnected; how can we ascertain if what you say is true or false? Do not think to use this as an excuse.” Someone whispered sharply.

“Indeed, how could you Japanese ruffians possibly share the same origin with our superior Central Plains?”

However, not all were voices of censure; there were also those who said:

“This matter is not entirely impossible. Among all the barbarians under heaven, only the people of Japan resemble those from the Central Plains.”

“Yes indeed.”

“That’s precisely why we in Japan wish to truly integrate with the Central Plains, we hope for Your Majesty’s compassion…”

Jingtai’s gaze flickered uncertainly, not saying much for a moment.

Beside him, Pu Xian Bodhisattva, with hands clasped together, said:

“This monk believes that this could be beneficial for the Central Plains.”

“Hmm? Why would the State Preceptor say that?”

“As fellow members of the Human Race, all beings should be equal; with the Central Plains vast and boundless, and Shen Zhou measuring in the tens of thousands of miles, allocating a piece of land for the Japan Martial Artist to integrate would not be a bad thing; our dynasty could also greatly increase its national strength.”

“The Preceptor’s words, I dare not agree. The lands of the Central Plains are barely sufficient, how can we afford to give a piece of it to Japan? Of course, if the Buddhist could annihilate the Northern Barbarians and send these ruffians to the grasslands, that would be another matter.” The Heavenly Divine Envoy, Xiao Jing, spoke.

His cultivation might not be as profound as that of the State Preceptor Pu Xian Bodhisattva, but before the Great Governor entered seclusion, he had handed over the great authority of the Heavenly Patrol Bureau to him, thus he also held substantial influence.

“This minister seconds the motion.”

Zhang Yantong spoke out.

“This minister seconds the motion.”

“This minister seconds the motion.”

The two military generals at this moment also spoke.

Though there were conflicts between the Heavenly Patrol Bureau and the military, in the face of greater good, they could still maintain unity; all believed the national territory should not be conceded to Japan.

“Your Majesty, this minister believes, if we open our national gates and let Japan in, perhaps after some years, it could become another Blood State,” the Minister of War spoke solemnly.

Upon hearing the words ‘Blood State,’ Jingtai’s gaze grew slightly sharper.

This place was not originally called Blood State, but later, due to the Demon Dao forces occupying it and continuous chaos, and with the court repeatedly frustrated, the name Blood State started to spread.

Moreover, this place was also a significant concern for the court.

A hidden danger left from the foundation of the empire, it was highly likely that the remnants of the former Chu had taken refuge here.

“This need not be mentioned again. My answer is but one, the Central Plains does not have an inch of surplus land, allowing Japan Martial Artist free entry into and exit from the court is already heavenly grace,” Jingtai echoed through the Golden Throne Hall.

Ito Ikeda took a deep breath, feeling extremely indignant.

Ito Shinsei, however, remained composed, his expression unchanging and showing no sign of disappointment; thus before coming, he had already anticipated this outcome. He had merely brought it up in a trial attempt.

If it could be accomplished, that would have been best; if not, they would continue to scheme gradually.

“Does the Japan envoy have anything else to report?”

An eunuch spoke in a falsetto.

Ito Ikeda’s ears pricked, and he slowly nodded, then stepped forward and spoke:

“Reporting to Your Majesty, Ito Ikeda has something to report.”

“How audacious.”

The eunuch immediately rebuked him.

The principal envoy was Ito Shinsei; even when the eunuch was asking, it was directed at him. As for the others, they were merely backdrops, aside from when they had initially entered the Golden Throne Hall and had the opportunity to respectfully address the Emperor.