Chapter 80

" Treaty? " Everyone looked at each other in confusion.

A meeting concerning the fate and future of the Nanzhao and Bai Miao tribes for at least a century, and which would sign an important diplomatic treaty, was hastily convened in the chaotic waiting room of a small clinic in a rather inconspicuous town in the Central Plains, where the floor was littered with injured people.

" Uh... " Gailiao and Elder Shi exchanged a glance, "Is it appropriate for me and this old man to sign this treaty on behalf of our tribes?"

General Gailiao never frowned in battle, and was very skilled at small-scale special operations behind enemy lines, but he was not very adept at political situations. He was afraid of being taken advantage of without even realizing it, and also wondered if his rank was not quite high enough...

Qi Feng waved his hand indifferently, "In the end, the matter of your tribe's high priest must be decided by the descendants of the Nüwa clan. If Sister Zhao Ling'er makes the decision, and you sign it here and take the treaty back, do you think your tribal chief would reject it?"

"But..." Gailiao still had some concerns, but before he could speak, Qi Feng interrupted him, "Don't worry, this treaty should be beneficial to your Bai Miao tribe. Listen first, and if it really doesn't work out, we can negotiate further."

"Alright!" Gailiao gritted his teeth and agreed.

Qi Feng then turned to Elder Shi, "On the Nanzhao side, I guess you know the state of the Witch King. He can't manage the government anymore. With you, an old minister, and your crown prince present, there should be no problem signing the treaty, right?"

Elder Shi, who had always considered himself a guardian of the state, responded without any psychological pressure, but he was dissatisfied with the venue, "Isn't it too hasty to discuss the treaty here?"

Qi Feng gave him a sidelong glance, "What are you still putting on airs for? Do you want to rent a five-star hotel, have a banquet, and sign the treaty with champagne and a salute? That's just for show. The real deal is already settled in private."

"Cut it out... Your two tribes combined don't even have a large population or much territory. This environment is more than enough. Do you know that an organization deciding the fate of a country with over a billion people was formed on a small boat?"

"Ah? A billion?!" Elder Shi was stunned by the astronomical number. Qi Feng estimated that the entire Nanzhao kingdom might not even have as many people as a single district in his capital.

The reception desk was too small, and Uncle Han and his daughter were still busy tending to the injured. Qi Feng didn't hesitate and went to fetch a large round table. Elder Shi, Gailiao, and Zhao Ling'er all sat down. Qi Feng then called Lin Tian'nan and Dugu Jianxian over, "Both of you are respected figures, so you can serve as witnesses."

Looking at the circle of people around the table, Qi Feng patted the table in satisfaction, "Alright... a round table conference, perfect. Everyone, sit down, sit down, be serious, let's start the meeting..."

Well, although the participants were still a bit uncomfortable, they all sat up straight and solemnly. If anyone had to be serious, it was Qi Feng himself who was the least serious.

Qi Feng cleared his throat, "First, I need to confirm a few facts for all the representatives, and these facts are directly related to whether our treaty can be established..."

Qi Feng paused and looked around. Seeing everyone focused on his rambling, he felt a great sense of accomplishment. After all, there were the world's first, the leader of the martial arts alliance, the descendants of the divine clan, a senior statesman of a country, and a female general with military power from another country sitting around the table.

He composed himself and continued, "The first point is," he pointed towards Zhao Ling'er, "Miss Zhao Ling'er is now pregnant. I wonder if you already knew this."

Zhao Ling'er, caught off guard by Qi Feng's sudden mention, blushed deeply, her face turning red as if she were boiling. She dared not look at anyone and almost buried her head under the table to find a crack to hide in.

Sure enough, the few people sitting there did not know, especially Elder Shi and Gailiao, who were greatly surprised.

Qi Feng chuckled, "Old Mr. Shi, this is good news for you. The bloodline of the Nanzhao royal family will continue for another generation, and you don't have to worry about a lack of successors. General Gailiao, you can also rest assured that the lineage of the Nüwa descendants will not be broken."

Elder Shi and Gailiao both showed signs of great relief and joy.

Qi Feng then changed his tone and said to Lin Tian'nan, "Lord Lin, although you are just an outsider to this treaty, this matter is still related to you, and it may not be a good thing, because the unborn child is the son-in-law you have chosen..."

This was definitely Qi Feng's personal agenda, filled with malice. For Li Xiaoyao to mess with two young girls, it was something that even an uncle could tolerate, but not an aunt...

"Uh?!" Lin Tian'nan's eyebrows shot up.

Qi Feng quickly held him down, "This is a personal matter, please deal with it later." Then he continued with the second point, "Although I'm not sure if you knew this before, I will explain it again. The descendants of Nüwa are only one person per generation, and they are always female!"

Elder Shi, who was most sensitive to the royal bloodline, was the first to react, "Ah! So the bloodline of the Nanzhao royal family will be completely merged with the Nüwa bloodline from now on?"

Qi Feng nodded, "Exactly. In the future, the Nanzhao king will be a descendant of Nüwa, and the descendants of Nüwa will be the Nanzhao king. This is not just a matter for Zhao Ling'er's generation. From now on, the succession of the Nanzhao royal family and the Bai Miao high priest will be inseparable. It's best to establish clear rules early to avoid endless disputes in the future."

At this point, everyone nodded in understanding. Only Zhao Ling'er was still playing the ostrich.

Qi Feng raised his voice and proposed, "A country cannot be without a ruler. It is not feasible for the king of Nanzhao to always serve as a high priest in Dali City. However, the descendants of Nüwa have the responsibility to protect the earth, and both roles are important. Therefore, I propose that Zhao Ling'er serve as the high priest in Dali City first. In a few months, after Zhao Ling'er gives birth, and after the Witch King passes away, Zhao Ling'er will take over the throne, leaving the child to be raised in the Nüwa Temple as the next high priest. From now on, each high priest, after getting married and having a daughter, will pass the high priest's duties to her daughter and then go to Nanzhao to ascend the throne."

This division of labor was very reasonable. A king should be older and more experienced, while protecting the earth and saving the world should be the job of young girls. Qi Feng stroked his chin, very satisfied with his proposal.

...

The entire room fell silent. What else could be said? Was there any other way? At least at this moment, no one could propose a more effective solution. Everyone looked at Qi Feng with new respect. Although he usually seemed quite irresponsible and could go off track at any moment, when it came to real matters, his quick and meticulous thinking was truly impressive, almost flawless. Elder Shi, Gailiao, and even Dugu Jianxian, who had been listening silently, could only write a "服" (服 means "to be convinced") in their hearts.

With that, Gailiao and Elder Shi quickly wrote out two copies of the treaty proposal and signed it. Gailiao, now 99% relieved, believed that the tribal chief would have no objections to this agreement.

Then, Qi Feng, Lin Tian'nan, and Dugu Jianxian signed as witnesses. Lin Tian'nan solemnly took out a golden seal of the Southern Martial Arts Alliance and stamped it with bird script. Dugu Jianxian, even more stylish, pointed in the air and signed a series of characters that glowed with spiritual energy, completely incomprehensible. Qi Feng shook his head; one was more pretentious than the other. He, as a science student, had been drawing letters, symbols, and numbers since college and had hardly written Chinese characters. His handwriting, already poor, had deteriorated over the past few years. Afraid of being laughed at by everyone, he took a brush and casually wrote a Fourier coefficient formula on the paper, leaving everyone stunned. But since it was a signature, no one said anything about its strangeness.

It was just that if future archaeologists discovered this document, they might be shocked by the formula Qi Feng had written. r1152

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