After pondering for a while, Lin Qi shook his head. "As for the remaining imperial rules and institutions, you can draw them up yourselves! Keep the Empire's real power in our hands as much as possible. Then form a standing army—select a batch of elites from every tribe, arm them, bathe them in dragon blood, have them sign soul contracts, and place them under our control."
Narrowing his eyes, Lin Qi said coldly, "I'll take 'Wan En Longshan's' corpse back to the Dragon Mountain Empire. There's still a fine show waiting for me to stage over there. Clean things up properly here. Make it look as though the Black Spirit people suddenly united, crushed the Dragon Mountain Empire's relief force, and took away all the Church troops and Black Spirit slaves."
Mr. Mo stared at Lin Qi in horror. "All the Church troops, left behind on the Black Spirit Continent?"
Lin Qi nodded slowly. "I'm not kindhearted enough to treat that bunch of Church thugs and scoundrels well. Use potions and dragon blood to strengthen them as much as possible. A little suffering won't kill them. Once their strength improves, secretly send them back to the Western Continent through the Abyss World. They'll be useful to me."
Alsa and Mr. Mo slowly nodded, committing every single matter Lin Qi had instructed them to do to heart.
Nearby, the Golden Scorpion King was still roaring about the importance of establishing the Black Spirit Empire. All the Black Spirit chiefs, elders, and shamans were devoutly worshipping him. Some bolder shamans even cautiously edged up beside the Golden Scorpion King, collecting the saliva he sprayed out and the "tears" dripping down from him.
These were bodily fluids secreted by a god. Who knew—perhaps they possessed miraculous effects, able to raise the dead and