This scoundrel is a bit of a swordsman.

Chapter 177 The Business Acumen of the Confucian Temple

"This..." The demise of the sub-saint was evident on his face, as if he were being gnawed at by a million ants. He glanced at the surrounding crowd with difficulty and cautiously probed,

"How about we find somewhere else to talk?"

Upon seeing the sage's expression, Emperor Wu was enlightened, instantly realizing that this must be a shameful scandal that was absolutely inappropriate to be revealed in this setting.

But before he could even nod in agreement, the people of Great Xia objected, their voices booming like thunder, echoing through the heavens.

"No need to change the setting, we're here to collect our debt! The Confucian Temple made a five-year agreement with our Great Xia, promising to build three giant ships capable of long-distance voyages for the Confucian Temple within five years. Now, the goods have been delivered, but the payment is still outstanding. Therefore, we have no choice but to turn to the Great Qian as our guarantor. The Sage of Literature once said that if the Confucian Temple cannot repay the money, it will bestow the entire eastern region of the Great Qian, the Hanhai Sea, upon our Great Xia. This statement has been approved by the Jade Capital Heaven. If you have any objections, you may inquire with the Jade Capital Heaven yourself."

With a deafening roar, like a bolt from the blue, Emperor Wu staggered and nearly fell to the ground. Consort Xian, quick as lightning, swiftly stepped forward and caught him.

Everyone was so shocked that they stood frozen like statues, at a loss for what to do.

"Holy crap, what happened? I'm totally confused. The entire Hanhai City area has been mortgaged? When did this happen?"

"What exactly happened? Can anyone tell me what's going on?"

"Damn the Confucian Temple, why do you have to drag my Great Qian Dynasty down with your debts?"

...This sudden situation was like a violent storm, driving all the civil and military officials into a frenzy. They were worried every day about the Great Li beyond the vast sea, but now, the suddenly emerging Great Xia had interfered, and they had gained nothing.

What's even more infuriating is that Yu Jingtian seems to have witnessed all of this, leaving them no chance to back out.

"Confucian Temple, you damned bastards, what do you want? I'll fight you to the death!"

Even the usually composed Left Prime Minister could no longer sit still. His eyes widened in fury, like an enraged lion, staring intently at the Second Saint as if he wanted to devour him alive.

"Everyone, please don't act rashly, please don't act rashly!"

The Second Saint complained bitterly. The last time he and the Sage of Literature went to the Great Xia, they went through countless hardships and spent several years.

After experiencing the civilization of the Great Xia, they coveted the enormous ships and indeed harbored the idea of ​​tricking a few of them into returning home.

Anyway, since the Great Xia is isolated from the world, they won't come looking for us, right?

Even if they find them, it will take many years. By then, Hanhai may no longer be under the name of Daqian, and all of this will become a mess.

They did this without thinking, taking advantage of others. Who could have predicted that the people of Daxia would find them so quickly? This really caught them off guard.

After all, the Great Xia Dynasty had brought in Yujing Tianzuo as an intermediary, but now they were being chased for debts all the way here, which was extremely embarrassing.

Hidden in the shadows, Chen Han was furious. He, the master of Hanhai City, was completely unaware that his home had been stolen. He was even angrier than Emperor Wu. That was his territory, and it had been sold out just like that!

Shadow Assassin stood guard beside him as if facing a formidable enemy, constantly on guard against Chen Han rushing out to fight the Saint.

This is not the time for the Chen family to show themselves.

The news that the Eastern Vast Ocean had been mortgaged was like a bolt from the blue, leaving everyone stunned.

Whether it was the Great Qian Dynasty or the other states, everyone realized that something terrible was about to happen.

If Daqian were to swallow this insult, it would become a laughingstock throughout the world. As for the instigators, the Confucian Temple, they've simply gone mad!

This matter came as suddenly as a storm, leaving everyone bewildered. They had thought that with the arrival of the Great Xia, the Great Qian would have a chance to take off, but that joy vanished in less than half a day.

Everyone in Daqian had a livid face, their eyes wide with anger, staring intently at Daxia and the Second Saint. An atmosphere of anger and tension permeated the air.

If Emperor Wu had suddenly launched a killing spree at this moment, they wouldn't have been surprised; they might even have applauded. However, people clearly underestimated Emperor Wu's level of forbearance. Even when provoked to his face, he chose to remain silent for the time being.

"Return to the palace; this matter will be discussed later."

After saying that, he flew away like a bird without looking back. However, his departing gaze was as cold as a blade, making the Saint shiver.

He knew that Emperor Wu was truly enraged this time. Emperor Wu was usually the one scheming against others, but today he was being schemed against by the Temple of Literature in front of everyone. Such a humiliation was truly unexpected.

He never expected that the people of Daxia would be so foolish, and that they would demand their debts with such confidence and self-righteousness; this was truly unprecedented.

"Disperse, disperse, everyone go home, everyone find your mother!"

Despite shouts urging everyone to disperse, the burning passion for gossip remained undiminished, and no one voluntarily left. They continued to gaze expectantly at the visitors from Great Xia, hoping to hear even more sensational news.

And the people of Great Xia lived up to expectations, their debt-collecting momentum utterly righteous and unyielding. Seeing Emperor Wu depart,

They remained unfazed as they questioned the Sage: "What does this mean? Is your Confucian Temple determined to renege on your debt? If so, we'll have to go to Jade Capital Heaven to have a serious talk with him, after all, that person made a guarantee back then!"

"Please calm down. You have come from afar, so please rest for a while. We will follow up on the follow-up matters ourselves. After all, this matter involves the Eastern Region, and it is a major issue. We must give others some time to process it."

"I am a saint," Ya Sheng hurriedly explained. At this moment, he felt as if he were in a frying pan, caught in a dilemma.

Although he tried his best to hint to the people from Da Xia to settle the matter privately, the debt collectors were fearless and wanted to make the matter as big as possible so that they could get their money back more easily.

Therefore, they remained unmoved by the actions of the Saint.

“I know you’re using delaying tactics, but it’s futile. Paying back debts is a matter of course. Even if it’s the Jade Capital that owes us money, we’ll come knocking on their door. Let alone you. It’s a bit tricky, but it’s not impossible.”

These people from Daxia were like iron-clad Arhats, impervious to reason, and they showed no sign of leaving unless they were paid, which put the Second Saint in a difficult position.

If it were anyone else, he would have slapped them all to death like autumn leaves in the wind.

However, he had witnessed the situation of the Great Xia firsthand. It was a civilization that could rival the Nine Heavens Jade Capital, and it was not something they could easily offend.

The situation remained deadlocked, like a stagnant pool, without any ripples.

Outside Yong'an City, as Emperor Wu departed, the civil and military officials retreated like a tide. Clearly, staying there would only make them lose face even more.

The people of Daxia seemed determined, offering no chance for reconciliation, and no amount of persuasion could change their minds.

At this critical moment, Xiao Xingchen flashed by like a shooting star, instantly appearing before the people of Great Xia. He bowed slightly to the Quasi-Saint, then turned around, his gaze sharp as he looked at the people from Great Xia, and said softly, "How about you all listen to what I have to say?"

His appearance was like a lightning bolt piercing the night sky, causing everyone who was about to leave to pause in their tracks.

Those who knew Xiao Xingchen were all shocked. Just yesterday, he had been beaten half to death, like a candle flickering in the wind. But after only one night, he appeared here unharmed, like a phoenix rising from the ashes. The mystery behind this was profound.

"It's Xiao Xingchen!"

Someone gasped in shock. At that moment, everyone fell silent, no one daring to step forward.

After all, this matter involves several powerful forces, and no one without a certain status and position can control the current situation.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Xingchen stepped forward, drawing everyone's attention. Yan Yi's eyes flashed with surprise upon seeing him, while the Crown Prince and Princess scoffed disdainfully, "This guy just loves to show off. Doesn't he know who's here? Doesn't he know he's playing with fire?"

"Being ignorant of one's own limitations is simply courting death."

Xiao Xingchen completely ignored the murmurs of the crowd. His gaze was fixed on the young people from the Great Xia Dynasty, his eyes sparkling with intense interest, as if he were admiring rare treasures.

"It's you? What are you doing out here? Don't cause trouble, leave at once. This is not a problem you can solve."

The Saint's face showed displeasure; his already bad mood was now as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Teacher, perhaps they will listen to me? The longer this stalemate drags on, the worse it will be for you. Since they refuse to leave with us, why not listen to what I have to say? Maybe they will agree then?"

"You?" Xiao Xingchen stared at the Asura with an inscrutable expression, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

"Just me."

Having said that, he ignored the Second Saint and walked straight to the Great Xia, extending his hand.

"Hello, my name is Xiao Xingchen."

"Hello, Ma Xiaobo."

Xiao Xingchen was slightly taken aback. This name was like a gust of wind from 1980s China, rushing towards him.

"Gentlemen, may I have a word to say?"

Can you resolve their debt problem?

"No."

"Then why should I listen to you?" Xiao Xingchen sighed, leaned closer to Ma Xiaobo, and whispered a few key words.

"Steam, internal combustion engine!"