Bitter Realm: Have the Four Realms been united today?

Chapter 18 Unwritten Rules

Although Huan Chenbu is currently very powerful, in reality, only he and Yue Tianji are truly capable of handling domestic and political affairs.

As for the other generals... let's not even mention them.

You can't expect those fierce generals who are good at charging into battle to calculate supplies and arrange patrols.

In fact, the Emperor of Burial Souls was not incapable of governing.

Even before Yue Tianji assisted him, he was able to manage the overall situation independently, governing his forces in an orderly manner and making them grow stronger day by day.

But ever since Yue Tianji took on the role of strategist, this lord seemed to have finally found someone to rely on.

He decisively became a hands-off manager, enjoying a peaceful and carefree life.

As power expands, affairs increase exponentially.

With his teacher busy, he, as a disciple, naturally could not stay out of it.

This is a perfect example of "when the city gate catches fire, the fish in the moat suffer."

This council hall is nominally a place for the emperor and his ministers to discuss matters together, but unless it is time to go to war, you can hardly see any generals there on ordinary days.

They would rather train troops, patrol, or even scout enemy positions than sit here for even a moment.

There are too few available men, and important tasks cannot be entrusted to ordinary soldiers.

Mu Yun, who was knowledgeable in books and skilled in reading the secrets of the heavens, often had to do things personally and travel around a lot.

This resulted in the two of them often being absent from the hall, while the soldiers guarding outside dared not inquire about their whereabouts.

Thus, when faced with matters that needed to be reported but were not urgent enough to be presented directly to the Emperor of the Burial Souls, the soldiers found themselves in a dilemma.

They dared not disturb the throne over trivial matters, nor could they leave their posts for an extended period to wait for the two to return.

It is unclear who started it, but they informed their companions who were on duty in front of the council hall.

They were asked to convey the message to the strategist or the author of the plan.

Once this happens once, others will naturally follow suit.

Mu Yunzhi discovered this matter after being stopped twice, and Yue Tianji also knew about it.

But even a skilled cook can't cook without rice; the crux of the matter lies in the lack of manpower.

Even if Yue Tianji is exceptionally capable, he cannot do the work of dozens of people at the same time.

Fortunately, they acquiesced to it.

Gradually, this became an unwritten rule in Huan Chen Bu Wu.

About an hour ago, a colleague who was on duty in the side room came looking for the policy document.

"They say the young master living in the side room wishes to see you."

Upon hearing this, Mu Yunzhi's eyes flickered slightly, but he did not respond immediately. After pondering for a moment, he turned and walked towards the side room.

After an incense stick has burned.

Mu Yunzhi stood quietly outside the tightly closed door and gently knocked.

The moment the knocking sounded, Xuanming's mind raced.

A white porcelain teacup on the mahogany table suddenly transformed into a streak of light, instantly disappearing into the mark between his eyebrows without a trace.

He took a deep breath before speaking, "Please come in."

The door opened slightly, and Mu Yunzhi entered slowly. She was still dressed in an elegant light blue robe, her expression gentle: "Xuanming, I heard you were looking for me?"

"It is... a policy document."

Upon hearing this form of address, Mu Yunzhi raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly, and a faint smile curved her lips, carrying a hint of curiosity and teasing. She asked softly:

"Why the sudden change of address? Why aren't you calling me 'Young Master' anymore?"

The title "Young Master" had sounded quite novel to him before, but now that it had suddenly been replaced by the standard military address, he couldn't help but smile.

"I...I'm sorry..." Xuanming suddenly tensed up, his fingers unconsciously curling up, and his voice lowering.

"I only started calling them that because I saw that all the soldiers in Huan Chen Bu Wu were addressing them that way..."

He thought he had overstepped the rules and violated some taboo, and hurriedly tried to explain.

Mu Yunzhi was slightly taken aback, clearly not expecting that a lighthearted joke would make the other person so uneasy.

The faint smile in his eyes vanished, and his tone became even gentler, even carrying a hint of reassurance.

"I have no intention of blaming you."

He patiently explained, "I am honored by the Soul Emperor's favor, which has allowed me to assume the position of strategist."

"This 'strategy document' is a respectful term used by comrades in the army."

"You are not under my command, Huan Chenbuwu, so there's no need for such formalities. You may simply call me by my name."

Xuanming quickly shook his head: "The strategist is in a high position. If I address him by his name directly, it might damage his prestige in the army."

Seeing his insistence, even with a hint of barely perceptible fear, Mu Yunzhi stopped pressuring him.

He smiled readily and said, "It's alright, it's just a form of address, you can use whatever you like."

"What business do you have with me?"

"I...I want to look up some books about cultivation."

"You want to cultivate?" Mu Yunzhishu completely abandoned her teasing intentions and looked at Xuanming.

"Hmm, I want to give it a try. Perhaps with more cultivation, I can neutralize the power within the Soul Emperor."

This was the explanation that Xuanming had pondered for almost an entire day before deciding to give.

Xuanming knew perfectly well that he was incapable of lying.

Unless he transforms into the shape of a sphere of light in the world of consciousness, he cannot fool anyone.

However, if he were to directly reveal his power, it would be difficult to explain his previous ignorance, no matter what excuse he used.

Therefore, he could only temporarily conceal his power and pretend that this power was something he had cultivated, which was the only path he could take.

His decision to seek an audience with Mu Yunzhi was a last resort.

Yue Tianji was injured yesterday while drawing blood, and he didn't want to bother him again.

The Soul Burial Emperor's power was too great, putting immense pressure on him.

Moreover, the Soul Burial Emperor is the master of the Martial World, so how could he possibly meet him whenever he wanted?

Ling Shuangjie was quite angry with him yesterday, and he really had no idea whether the other party would still be willing to talk to him.

In this way, only Mu Yunzhishu knew that the Soul Burial Emperor was injured.

He asked for the books under the pretext of healing his injuries, and he had promised Yue Tianji that he would not reveal the fact that the Burial Soul Emperor was injured, so he had no choice at all.

Mu Yunzhi listened quietly, his gaze sweeping over the boy's handsome but pale face. He did not answer immediately, as if he was weighing something.

After a moment, he spoke gently: "I see that you know very little about cultivation. It might be inappropriate to start cultivating rashly."

"I will have someone send you basic scriptures. Once you have a better understanding of the path of cultivation, you can then begin your practice and achieve twice the results with half the effort."

Xuanming nodded and said in a low voice, "Well, I know nothing about cultivation, so let's just follow the plan."

"I'm so sorry to have troubled you."

"It's alright." Mu Yunzhi looked him over, a hint of inquiry and confusion flashing in her eyes.

Unfortunately, Xuanming kept his head down and didn't notice.

He hesitated for a moment, his tone still gentle, but with a hint of probing:

Now that you are fully recovered, what are your plans for the future?

"If you wish to return to your former residence, Huan Chenbuwu can send troops to escort you along the way."

Xuanming was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then spoke somewhat hastily:

"I...I want to stay here for now."

He seemed afraid the other party would misunderstand, and quickly explained:

"The Soul Emperor's injuries haven't healed yet. If Mr. Yue comes up with a solution later, we might still need your help..."

Xuanming's voice grew softer as he spoke, and he clenched the hem of his clothes before changing the subject.

"I'm sorry, I have no cultivation. Staying here will only cause trouble. Once the Soul Emperor's injuries have improved, I... I will leave."