20demayo Chapter 559 The Human Council
Chapter 559 The Human Council
Once everyone had recovered from the shock of the technique, Lin Chen glanced around and tapped his fingers twice on the table.
"The second thing is that, from today onwards, the Tower of Babel will serve as the center of the Continental Parliament."
Each major power can occupy a level according to its merits and performance.
Zhang Yiyuan was the first to ask: "The Tower of Babel is 9,999 zhang tall and has 999 floors. How are they allocated?"
Lin Chen leaned back in his chair, picked up his teacup, and took a sip, unhurriedly.
"The top floor, mine, the 998th floor, the center of the Human Council. No one outside my organization is allowed to enter. From now on, any major events on the continent will be discussed here."
Long Zaitian smiled and said, "That's great. We won't have to take up Lao Zhang's space for meetings anymore."
Lin Chen ignored him and continued:
"Floors 960 to 997 are also mine. My family is large, and there's not enough room for them to live in a small place."
The Tower of Babel has a maximum of thirty-eight floors, all belonging to Lin Chen alone, but no one dares to say a word against it.
Lin Chen has dozens of women and children, plus the back garden in Hehuan Valley, and relatives and friends in the Eastern Region, so he definitely needs a place to live.
Besides, he's already the best in the world, so why does he have so many Saint-level techniques? What's wrong with staying on a few floors?
"Floors 940 to 959, the Avengers' headquarters, twenty floors, is that enough?"
Zhang Yiyuan stood up, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "That's enough, thank you, young master."
Long Zaitian muttered to himself, "Twenty floors. There are six of us. Even if we each take one floor, we won't be able to fit everything."
Qingyunzi glared at him: "You live on the whole floor by yourself? Dream on."
Lin Chen continued, "Floors 920 to 939, the Guardians of the Galaxy's base."
Zhao Zilong stood up, his silver armor clattering: "The Galaxy Guardians will live up to our lord's expectations!"
Lin Chen corrected: "It refers to all living beings under heaven."
Zhao Zilong's lips twitched slightly: "Yes, for all living beings under heaven."
Lin Chen's gaze swept over the leaders of the various forces present.
"The remaining floors, from the 919th floor downwards, are arranged by the major powers from top to bottom according to their merits."
Those who made great contributions lived on higher floors, those who made lesser contributions lived on lower floors, and those who made no contributions—were all crammed onto the same floor.
The Emperor of Great Xia smiled, but a calculating glint flashed in his eyes. He was calculating that Great Xia's achievements were enough to occupy the nine hundredth floor or more.
The Emperor of Great Zhou smiled slightly. Great Zhou had lost a lot of manpower in this great battle, but now it seemed to have been worthwhile, and the higher-ups must have been involved.
The Emperor of Qin remained expressionless, but his fingers tapped lightly on his knees as he calculated in his mind.
The Shang emperor held his teacup; the tea had gone cold, but he didn't drink a drop.
The loud voice of the Demon King rang out again:
"Young Master Lin, how are our achievements in the Southern Wilderness?"
Lin Chen glanced at him: "Which floor do you want to stay on?"
The King of Ten Thousand Demons scratched his head and thought for a moment: "I want to live higher up so I can see further."
Long Zaitian chimed in from the side, "Why do you live so high up? You can't fly."
The Demon King glared at him: "I can learn it!"
The two chatted back and forth, making everyone in the room laugh.
While laughing, Jiang Xuan suddenly asked, "Young Master, who calls the shots in the council?"
The study fell silent for a moment as everyone looked at Lin Chen.
Lin Chen put down his teacup and said calmly:
"For important matters, we can discuss them together; for minor matters, everyone should mind their own business. I don't handle matters, but I do have veto power."
Jiang Xuan nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
The other leaders exchanged glances, then instantly looked away.
Lin Chen's eyes flickered slightly, and he continued:
"Lord Zhang, please draft a plan. Let's discuss it together. Who will occupy which level? It doesn't matter how big or small your power is, but how much you contribute."
Those who contribute more labor live on higher floors. Those who contribute less labor live on lower floors.
Zhang Yiyuan clasped his hands in a fist and said, "I will do my utmost to come up with a fair solution."
Long Zaitian whispered to him, "Old Zhang, don't you dare put me in a lower tier."
Zhang Yiyuan glared at him: "If you say another word, I'll send you to the basement."
Long Zaitian quickly made a shushing gesture.
Lin Chen ignored them and raised his second finger.
"Furthermore, the first to the hundredth floors of the Tower of Babel are open to cultivators from all over the world."
We don't care about status or affiliation; we only care about ambition.
Jiang Xuan was taken aback: "Everyone? Rogue cultivators can enter too?"
"Everyone, as I said, I don't care about status or sect. As long as you want to cultivate and become stronger, you can enter."
Qingyunzi's white beard twitched: "Is Young Master Lin's move intended to enhance the overall strength of the continent?"
Lin Chen glanced at him, neither saying yes nor no.
"I will allocate some resources and techniques to it, and each family can also donate a batch according to their wishes. It is not mandatory."
But those who donate will have their names engraved on the monument; those who don't, no one will say anything.
The Emperor of Great Xia was the first to stand up: "Great Xia is willing to donate one million spirit stones and ten cultivation manuals!"
The Emperor of Great Zhou then stood up: "Great Zhou is willing to donate 800,000 spirit stones and 1,000 elixirs!"
The Emperor of Qin remained expressionless: "Qin has donated one million spirit stones and three thousand weapons."
The Emperor of the Great Shang Dynasty picked up his teacup and said slowly, "The Great Shang Dynasty will donate five million spirit stones, plus various other supplies."
Everyone turned to look at him, and the Emperor of Shang took a sip of tea:
"In business, harmony brings wealth."
Lin Chen muttered to himself, "That old fox is really rich."
Other forces were not to be outdone, and they all reported their donations.
Zhang Yiyuan asked, "How should the formation be set up?"
Lin Chen looked towards the corner.
"Mr. Zhuge, Mr. Li, you are in charge of coordinating the formation, with the Avengers assisting."
Zhuge Liang stood up from the corner, gently waving his feather fan, and smiled:
"I will do my utmost to live up to the trust placed in me by my lord."
Li Chunfeng stood up, still holding the compass in his hand; the needle spun twice before stopping.
"This humble Taoist priest will certainly do his utmost."
Long Zaitian asked, "What kind of formation is needed?"
Zhuge Liang thought for a moment: "There are many kinds of battle formations to practice."
Some tests one's cultivation, some one's character, some one's combat prowess, and some one's wisdom.
From the first to the hundredth floor, each floor can be designed with different levels of difficulty, allowing cultivators to ascend layer by layer. The higher they climb, the greater their rewards.
Li Chunfeng added, "We can also set up a reward mechanism, rewarding cultivators with corresponding resources or cultivation techniques for each level they clear, which can encourage them to continuously challenge themselves."
Long Zaitian's eyes lit up: "That's great! Now even disciples from my Penglai Immortal Island can come and challenge us?"
Zhuge Liang nodded: "Of course, as our lord has said, all cultivators in the world are welcome to come and challenge us."
Lin Chen added one last thing: "After the formation is set up, I will set up a Saint-level formation on the tower."
The hall fell silent.
Saint-level formations have been extinct in the Tianyuan Continent since ancient times.
Zhang Yiyuan swallowed hard: "Young Master, what materials are needed for a Saint-level formation?"
Lin Chen thought for a moment and said, "I have my own way of doing things, you don't need to worry about it."
Zhang Yiyuan recalled the scene of Lin Chen casually pulling out more than a dozen Saint-level cultivation techniques and realized he had been a bit too talkative.