ALL NOVEL Chapter 46 Unpassed
The next day, the vote.
Throughout the night, Meng Yu had chopped off twenty-seven arms, and killed more than thirty people.
His ferocity filled the camp with a thick scent of blood.
"This is my proposal."
He stood in front of True Lord of Bai Yang, presenting his plan.
The top hundred were to be exempted, then he would control the exemption of fifty people on the list, and the remaining ten thousand or more would draw lots for a chance to be among the thousand exempted.
Right, he didn't mention the additional personal exemption that Zhuge Caihua had given him.
"Now, let's vote."
Meng Yu looked at the people below, then at the hundreds who remained silent.
Initially, Zhuge Caihua suggested that eight students should stand out and share life and death with everyone, but when he made the suggestion, not a single student stood up. Sigh... his own prestige was really poor.
Below, hands were raised one after another for the vote, each person looking coldly at Meng Yu.
The day before, there were two thousand and three votes against, but today, over two thousand eight hundred raised their hands against.
Meng Yu's proposal was rejected.
Even among those hundred, fourteen had voted against this vote.
"Everyone, you're making this difficult for me..."
Meng Yu said with a smile, smiling again, staring at those people.
"You, and you... you too…"
Meng Yu pointed at those fourteen people, sneering.
"Can you explain why you voted against? You're already exempted."
He asked in such a manner.
"I just don't like you."
"Why do you have fifty exemptions?"
"Who do you think you are?"
The fourteen of them, some were as cold as frost, others smirked continuously, and some advised with bitter earnestness.
"So, my proposal cannot be passed?"
Meng Yu sighed, glancing at Zhuge Caihua.
"Meng Yu, everything is negotiable."
Zhuge Caihua seemed to sense something wrong and wanted to say something.
"Senior."
Meng Yu took a step forward and bowed deeply to True Lord of Bai Yang.
"If I were to kill these two thousand seven hundred plus people, would it be too excessive?"
This time, he released the control over his True Qi.
"It doesn't matter, I only need to keep a thousand people."
"True Lord, is there anyone you need me to spare? After all, among these two thousand seven hundred people, some are alchemy masters, some are Formation geniuses, and others are proficient in internal affairs. It would be a shame to kill them, so if you have anyone in mind, feel free to mention them."
Meng Yu spoke in an eerily calm voice.
"There's no need for pity, I only care about the results."
The True Lord of Bai Yang said calmly.
"Has this man gone mad?"
The public watching the broadcast outside were all shockingly perplexed, with countless posts mocking this person's lack of self-awareness, and many people were saying that he was excessively arrogant.
"Mirror twelve, stop the competition, it's not too late to end it now."
So spoke a Golden Core master!
They understood the respect for strength better than anyone. Now, a violent armed thug had been mixed in with a bunch of babies, and Mirror twelve's experiment was ruined.
As for reasoning, were the students inside still chirping away, trying to reason with Meng Yu?
Like a girl named Fuchun Yun, looking at Meng Yu with mockery.
"I oppose your vote, not because there's a problem with the proposal you've made, but because we feel it can still be improved. With the fifty new spots you've added, you..."
However, those on the outside, those who have experienced society, have already sensed that something is amiss.
The audience behind the screens smelled the scent of blood.
You kids are just flapping your lips, while Meng Yu is already preparing to take matters into his own hands forcefully!
It was noticed by those outside that when Meng Yu came to vote today, he wore three layers of gold-threaded soft armor and carried two sharp swords on his back, and he had all sorts of medicines prepared.
Those who have been through society know very well that sometimes violence is the true solution to problems, and now, in the Martial Arts Miniature World, it's a genuine fight to the death.
"Enough, Mirror Twelve, enough. You've got the answer you wanted; there's no need to continue."
Another Nascent Soul advised so.
"Why stop? I want to see what this will turn into."
Mirror Twelve's voice was filled with amusement.
"You pigs have let a seedling who started as a Golden Core rot among the common folk. After seeking revenge for his parents, you sentenced him to more than a thousand years. He's already cut ties with the Immortal Sect and even bears a grudge as deep as the sea.
Do you really think he will obediently stay in prison for a thousand years before getting out?"
"Will you regret how this situation develops?" questioned Mirror Twelve, making the Golden Cores one by one turn pale.
This world is so dangerous that you can witness the collapse of civilizations one after another, and often, human factors play a significant role, for sometimes the Cultivation World is so unreasonable.
Just look at Meng Yu. He still has the heart of an innocent child, but if True Lord Bai Yang had seen someone like him, he would have happily taken Meng Yu as his disciple or adopted son and passed on his legacy. Not to mention the Golden Cores present here, even Nascent Souls would be extremely tempted by a talent like Meng Yu.
Pursuing justice and vengeance with a generous spirit, acting with integrity, valuing family, and even willing to die for others!
"Moon God, do you have any regrets?"
Mirror Twelve brought Moon God into the conversation, asking with a sneer.
"Could it be that after tens of thousands of years as a steward, you think the law overrides everything? You really treat the Immortal Sect's internal talents like dogs to be trained?"
"Lord of the Vast Sea, are you having a stroke?"
Mirror Twelve looked at Lord of the Vast Sea.
"You claim that all the changes you propose are for the survival of the Immortal Sect. Now that peace has been restored, you lock up such a talent to save face for the Immortal Sect?
Is it because a talent like him disrupts fairness? Pfft, from birth, your children and descendants have been fed various spirit pills, undergo bone-cleansing and marrow-washing, and have access to divine technique secret manuals. Was fairness considered then?" Mirror Twelve scoffed.
His attempt at gauging the hearts of the people had utterly failed, but in reality, he had also truly succeeded. The emergence of Meng Yu was like a pleasant surprise.
He could even guess what would happen if he hadn't created a virtual world.
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Meng Yu would have languished in prison, honing his swordsmanship, then after five years, applied to venture to the Endless Sea or some other plane to forge ahead, and then directly defect from the Immortal Sect.
Nevermind the dangers outside; top-notch individuals like him are welcome in any world, with various Golden Cores vying to take him as a disciple.
Why should he be a laborer for the Immortal Sect, forever carrying the stigma of a criminal, toiling thanklessly for decades like a dog, only to grovel at your mercy later on?
What favors do you owe him?
Decades later, when he achieves his Golden Pill of Achievement elsewhere, or perhaps a century later, a true Nascent Soul or even a master of Divinity Transformation emerges, dominating the Star Domain, then everyone will only mock the stupidity of the Immortal Sect.
Your fairness, your laws, all prompted your most precious talent to flee.
A silence enveloped the hall.
Meanwhile, in the Martial Arts Miniature World.
Meng Yu did not attend to the more than two thousand eight hundred people standing opposite him but deeply bowed to the remaining eight thousand or so students.
"Thank you all for holding on to your votes."
These people voted not for Meng Yu's sake but because they still held onto a shred of naivety, or perhaps they believed it was against their conscience to slay their comrades in arms.
Then, Meng Yu's gaze landed on those two thousand eight hundred people.
"If it were up to my nature, I would kill all of you right now, but... I'll give you a chance. Tomorrow, tomorrow is your last chance. If my proposal is not passed, I will kill all of you!"
When he had killed Wang Youcai, he had searched the body, and now he carried two exquisite long swords on his back and wore three layers of protective armor.
"What do you say, is that a good deal?"
He roared with all his might but sounded like a desperate dog who had fallen into the water.