Free Web NovelChapter 1861: Chapter 880: Ascending to Human Emperor
The most important thing was that although Grand Ancestor Chu had said this could at least suppress the Immortal Sect for ten years, what if something went wrong halfway?
It was never wrong to prepare in advance.
"What do you all think of this matter?" Chen Yuan sat upright in the upper seat, dragon robe upon him, a powerful pressure shrouding his body as his calm gaze slowly swept across everyone in the hall.
He was not asking for opinions; he was giving notice.
Everyone present naturally understood this.
Thus, without the slightest hesitation, Prince Zhen Nan, Chu Changfeng, cupped his hands and said in a deep voice:
"Your Majesty has achieved literary and martial perfection, your merits overshadow all ages and your might suppresses the four quarters; you ought to be the Emperor of our Human Race!"
"Your Majesty has pacified the chaotic world, pressed down over the Human World, and protected the Human Race of the Central Plains. Your deeds can stand shoulder to shoulder with the Martial Emperor of the Human Race and Emperor Chu. If you are not advanced to the position of Human Emperor, who else is qualified?"
Wei Wuque immediately chimed in in support.
"Your Majesty should become Human Emperor and sweep clean the Immortal Domain." Daoist Tianxu continued.
"Your Majesty’s accomplishments can be proclaimed to sun and moon, rivers and mountains, heaven and the starry river. For you to be Emperor is only right and proper."
"This minister seconds the motion."
"We ministers all second the motion..."
The many ministers and Immortals in the hall each spoke in turn, supporting Chen Yuan’s advancement to Human Emperor. In the end it all merged into one sentence—"We ministers all second the motion"—echoing again and again through the hall.
Chen Yuan was not the Jingtai of those years. Back then he faced internal and external troubles, the court was weak, and he delusionally tried to take a shortcut to prolong Great Jin’s national fortune. In truth, whether in the Jianghu or among the common folk, or in the court, no one supported him.
He had merely acted willfully, forcibly suppressing others’ objections.
But Chen Yuan was different. He was truly the one whom all looked to, cloaked in prestige. The new court had just been established, spirits were high, and the Jianghu was pressed so hard it couldn’t even lift its head.
Among the commoners, the people had received the Emperor’s grace—how could they not support him?
The reaction of everyone in the hall was exactly as Chen Yuan had expected. He smiled faintly, raised his wine cup, and said in a deep voice:
"Proclaim this to the world. Choose an auspicious day—We shall ascend as Human Emperor!"
"This minister obeys the decree!"
"This minister obeys the decree...."
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With a single order from Chen Yuan, news that he was to advance to Human Emperor spread throughout the Human World in the shortest possible time. As he had foreseen, once the people of the Central Plains heard of it,
they were all overjoyed and threw their support behind Chen Yuan.
Whether in the Jianghu or among the common folk, it was the same. All were looking forward to the day Chen Yuan would become Human Emperor. Although many had no idea what "Human Emperor" actually meant, judging from the title, it was clearly an extraordinary status.
But Chen Yuan deserved it!
His deeds had long since, under the court’s deliberate propaganda, spread across the entire Central Plains, not without mythic embellishment, telling of his legendary life and his aspiration to save all the people.
What’s more, after certain interested parties collected materials, a Holy Martial Biography was compiled. Some also called it the Annals of the Yan Emperor or the Grand Ancestor’s Record. In short, it was printed in countless copies, all to further elevate Chen Yuan’s prestige.
One could say this was the legend of a man still living. If he advanced to Human Emperor, what would be wrong with that?
Of course, it wasn’t that no one cried out in opposition. After all, there were hundreds of millions under heaven; nowhere could you have all hearts truly as one.
But their voices were basically drowned in the vast ocean. Add in the suppression of the Jinyi Guard, and they didn’t even stir up the smallest splash.
The main theme under heaven was still support for Chen Yuan’s advancement to Human Emperor.
There were even countless people who wanted to enter the Central State to witness this grand ceremony, to behold with their own eyes the true countenance of Holy Martial. Relay stations everywhere were packed with surging crowds, an endless stream of people.
And outside the Central Plains, the repercussions were equally huge. The Emperor of Great Yan was the Emperor of the Central Divine Continent, but the Human Emperor of the Human Race was the Emperor of the entire Human Race.
Whether on the Grassland, in the Western Regions, or among the overseas nations, they too were Human Race.
Some people, after years of tireless brainwashing, had long since come to see Chen Yuan as an incomparably great, glorious, and upright existence, believing him to be the savior of the Human World. Upon hearing this news,
they were extremely excited, even to the point of forgetting the old hatred of their clan’s extermination.
After all, in their view, it was the Holy Martial Emperor who had brought them fire, brought them civilization, and dragged them out of the fiery pit. Now they were merely paying for their sins.
But there were also those who showed resistance. After all, the chaotic times had only ended a few years ago. Many had survived that era and harbored extreme hostility toward the Central Plains.
In many places, various dark forces had formed, striving to overthrow Great Yan and restore their kingdoms and lost lands.
Under the propaganda of Chen Yuan’s advancement to Human Emperor, many forces began to show signs of making trouble, spreading the claim that Chen Yuan was a demon, a fiend from the Abyss.
He was no savior, much less the common lord of the world and Heavenly Khan.
All they met with, however, was frenzied suppression by the local Government. As long as there was suspicion, no one cared about evidence of guilt. At the slightest pretext, families were ruined and clans exterminated.
With iron-blooded methods, everything was washed in blood.
What’s more, those who struck the hardest were often people of their own race who opposed them. To these, the reason they had received favor and power in the first place was all because of Great Yan.
How could they allow others to insult that?
They... were the truly righteous side!
But whether resistance or support, it was all just an attitude, nothing more. It could not change anything. The matter of advancing to Human Emperor concerned the entire Great Yan.
Before the great trend of the age, all voices were tiny; all resistance would be ground to dust.
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While the outside world bustled and clamored, busy with all sorts of preparations, Chen Yuan, the central figure of it all, was incomparably at ease, indulging in pleasure in the Harem every day, enjoying everything he possessed.
This was the goal of his step-by-step, never‑resting climb to the peak. If he had to personally handle every matter, what use were all those civil and military officials and the various Immortal Sects?
What would be the point of being Emperor?
This was how it should be: one word from him, and the world followed; the Human World stirred.
In the Imperial Garden.
Chen Yuan leaned against Lady Xu’s bosom, breathing in her faint fragrance. In his hand he held a bound book, on whose cover were the four characters "Holy Martial Biography."
With great interest, he read the text and deeds recorded within, the smile at the corner of his lips constantly curving upward.
"The Holy Martial Emperor, born humble yet with lofty aspirations, from childhood resolved to..."
Many of Chen Yuan’s deeds had been greatly beautified and exaggerated, and his growth had been padded with numerous events that had never actually happened.
What they were shaping was not a man, but a flawless God.
One account even stated that when Jin Jingtai first met Holy Martial, he was astonished by him as if by a celestial being and thus suppressed him, unwilling to let the people be saved from their sea of suffering, lest the court lose its ability to exploit them.
Holy Martial, however, was steadfast and unyielding, enduring for years, finally uncovering a shocking secret, exposing Jingtai’s crimes, and vowing that the chaos of the world would end with him.
That the chaos of the world in fact began with Chen Yuan, however, was not mentioned at all.
"Your Majesty, open your mouth...." Lady Xu picked up a lychee and fed it to Chen Yuan, laughing softly as she said:
"Your Majesty is quite engrossed in your reading."
"Hehe, who compiled this Holy Martial Biography? It’s rather interesting. Looking at the man in here, even I feel it’s not me..." Chen Yuan shook his head and set down the book.
He was nowhere near as great, glorious, and upright as in the book. The reason he kept striving was merely to obtain more power and greater strength. He had not hesitated to use methods such as plotting, framing, and exterminating whole clans.
But that wasn’t important.
Once he sat the Dragon Throne, all past events and all histories could be revised. It was no longer that he was a wolf with wild ambitions and grand designs; it was only because the world was in chaos and the people were in misery
that he overthrew the tyrannical Jin and established Great Yan.
The saying that "history is written by the victors" was absolutely correct, and it was now being vividly illustrated in the Holy Martial Biography. At present it could only fool some ordinary commoners and Martial Artists of low status.
But a hundred years from now, a thousand years from now, this would be the true reality.
"This concubine thinks so as well." Lady Xu giggled, blooming like a flower.
"Hehehe...."
"Your Majesty."
"Mm?"
"Some time ago, Zhi’er said he wanted to enter the capital to see this concubine...."
"Mm, grant it."
"Will Your Majesty have any free time?"
"We’ll see when the time comes. If I’m free, I’ll see him."
"This concubine thanks Your Majesty on Zhi’er’s behalf."
"Hehe...."
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Time flowed by slowly, and in the blink of an eye the day of Chen Yuan’s advancement to Human Emperor arrived.
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It’s the end of the month—Shi Tou boldly asks for a Monthly Ticket.
