The Speaker's Kindness Can Never Be Repaid

They hired the finest painters to design their family crests.

They hired the finest scholars to write their family histories.

They hired the finest craftsmen to bind them into books.

And their original intention...

Was to show the common people just how noble and untouchably exalted these great clans were.

Chen Yu could only sigh at that.

Who had come up with this stuff?

It was so useful!

He could kill them one by one according to the list and would absolutely never wrong an innocent person.

Because every family listed there was the same kind of trash as the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan...

Relying on their so-called martial soul inheritances...

They monopolized resources, exploited commoners, and passed down their wealth and power generation after generation.

Pan Wen remained silent, not knowing how to answer.

His gaze fell upon the dark-red book, then quickly shifted away. Cold sweat had already soaked through the back of his shirt.

Chen Yu did not care about his silence.

He slowly rose to his feet, walked to the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, and stood with his hands behind his back.

Outside, crowds flowed through the streets of Ming Capital. The discussions on the Soul Guidance Network had clearly begun to affect reality.

On the square before the Parliament Building...

A group of citizens had gathered with placards in hand, shouting slogans like "Spare the Tang Sect" and "Oppose persecution," their faces filled with anger and fervor.

Chen Yu swept his gaze over the crowd, his expression as calm as still water.

After watching for a moment, he finally spoke, his voice carrying an unquestionable authority.

"Since they refuse to submit, then fight!"

"This Speaker would like to see..."

"Just how many of them still dare to talk tough!"

"Pass down my orders. Have the Central, Southern, Western, and Northwestern Legions surround Shrek City!"

"At the same time, have the Tianhai, Donghai, and Beihai Navies station themselves in Skysea City."

"Anyone who dares cause trouble for This Speaker, blast them directly with Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Shells!"

"If anything happens, I'll bear it!"

His tone remained utterly calm, as if he were merely commenting on how pleasant the weather was today.

Pan Wen's eyes widened in shock.

The Federation only had Eight Great Legions in total.

The Central Legion guarded Ming Capital.

The Southern Legion defended the southern frontier.

The Western Legion held the western border.

The Northwestern Legion stood watch over the northwestern frontier.

These were the Federation's four strongest land forces.

Meanwhile, the Tianhai, Donghai, and Beihai Navies controlled all of the Federation's seas.

This move by the Speaker...

He had actually mobilized Seven Great Legions at once!

Seven Great Legions!

This was war!

A true wartime mobilization!!!

One had to know that the last time Seven Great Legions had moved simultaneously was more than six thousand years ago, when the Abyss Plane invaded Douluo Continent.

Pan Wen felt his heart skip a beat.

He took a deep breath, forced down the shock in his heart, then respectfully lowered his head, his voice steady and firm.

"Yes."

He immediately turned and strode away, the sound of his boots striking the floor urgent and resolute.

Very soon...

Chen Yu's order passed through the Federation's highest military command system and was delivered to the various legion bases at the fastest possible speed.

Outside Ming Capital, West Mountain Base.

At the same time, the Central Legion's cafeteria was packed to the brim.

Ever since the Central Legion had wiped out the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the quality of their meals had instantly risen by several grades.

The cafeteria's serving windows stood in a row, filled with all kinds of delicious dishes.

Steaks, wine, even century-old Soul Beasts and millennium-old Soul Beasts were served on the tables for the soldiers to eat as they pleased.

The rich aroma of meat mingled with the scent of wine, filling the entire cafeteria...

Making mouths water at the very smell.

The soldiers carried their trays and stood in long lines, every face unable to hide its smile.

Some carried plates piled high with roasted Soul Beast meat, eating until their mouths glistened with grease.

Some raised their glasses and drank heartily with their comrades.

Some ate while chatting loudly, with laughter rising and falling all around them.

Even the original annual subsidy of one hundred thousand Federation Coins had instantly become one million Federation Coins.

And Chen Yu had also issued an additional subsidy.

In other words, this subsidy did not count against their Federation subsidy quota.

Which meant:

They could receive two subsidies!

One was the military pay and subsidy issued according to standard by the Federation Ministry of Finance.

The other was an extra reward personally allocated by the Speaker from the resources seized from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

With both subsidies combined...

An ordinary soldier's monthly income had already surpassed the annual salary of many white-collar workers in Ming Capital.

This made them shout in unison, "Loyalty!"

At that moment, a veteran sat in a corner seat, chewing a large piece of charred, fragrant millennium-old Soul Beast meat, his eyes shining.

He set down the bone in his hand, raised his cup, drained a huge mouthful, then slammed it heavily onto the table and sighed.

"Brothers, let me speak from the heart."

"Before the Speaker took office, what did we eat?"

"Bran and wild vegetables!"

"We barely saw meat a few times a month, and the hardest thing in the cafeteria was the steamed buns!"

"Subsidies?"

"What subsidies?"

"We were lucky if our military pay arrived on time!"

Several slightly younger soldiers beside him nodded repeatedly, their expressions full of agreement.

The veteran continued.

"But after the Speaker took office?"

"In the first year, our meals doubled in quality."

"In the second year, subsidies started coming in."

"In the third year, military pay went up..."

"Our lives got better year after year."

"And now?"

"After that battle against the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, we're eating century-old and millennium-old Soul Beasts!"

"The subsidies increased tenfold!"

"And there are two subsidies!"

"What does that mean?"

"In my twenty years as a soldier..."

"I've never seen days this good!"

As he spoke, his eyes actually reddened.

He was truly moved.

Truly grateful from the bottom of his heart.

During their hardest and most difficult days...

Not a single person among the Federation's higher-ups had cared about them.

When the entire Federation had forgotten them, it was the Speaker who picked them up, gave them dignity, and gave them respect.

Another veteran chimed in.

"Isn't that the truth?"

"Back then, our Central Legion had the word 'Central' in its name, but what were we really?"

"Our military pay never came in full, equipment upgrades were slow, and even the Soul Tools used for training had to be rationed."

"When we went out on missions, those white-collar workers looked at us with pity and contempt."

"And now?"

"Who would dare look down on us?!"

"That's right!"

A young soldier abruptly stood up, raised his cup, and roared with a red face and bulging neck.

"Who treats us well and who doesn't, we keep the score in our hearts!"

"The Speaker has treated us beyond reproach!"

"Whoever dares touch the Speaker..."

"I'll be the first to refuse!"

"Right!"

"Whoever touches the Speaker, I'll fight him to the death!"

A chorus of agreement rose through the cafeteria as the soldiers lifted their cups and shouted loudly.