I Really Am Not The Lord of Demon

Time flew by and soon, it was the new year.

Ling Ping’an specially bought the spring festival couplets and stuck them in front of the bookstore.

The thick smell of the new year also appeared in the streets and alleys.

There were also many blonde-haired and blue-eyed foreigners on the market in Jiangcheng City.

They were all diplomatic envoys, family members, staff members, as well as the Jiangcheng City branches of major technology groups and companies.

The current Jiangcheng City gradually became an international metropolis of the Federal Empire.

The number of foreigners was increasing day by day.

In particular, scientific and technical personnel were constantly pouring in.

In just a few months, the housing prices in the central city district had doubled.

And in private, transcendent beings and even foreign species were also starting to appear in Jiangcheng City.

However, Ling Ping’an couldn’t be bothered about these things.

This was because he had more important things to deal with.

Apart from accompanying his aunt and Chu Weiwei, playing in the alternate dimension of the Southern Song, Ling Ping’an’s main focus was on stabilizing himself.

This was because he realized that he could sense multiple dimensions at the same time.

To be more precise, he could project his thoughts into one world.

Knowing and controlling the actions of one’s own thoughts at the same time.

Even if it was necessary, it could come at any time.

However, he had never tried to do so.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t do it, but that he was still too young.

He was just an infant.

He could do it, but it would definitely leave behind hidden dangers.

It was like a child carrying dozens of kilograms of weight to run a marathon.

No matter how talented he was, he would not be able to endure it.

After pasting the spring festival couplets, he returned to the bookstore.

The news was playing on the television.

“This station news: the first batch of migrants from Jingchu has arrived in the Xisong Capital, New Bianjing. Today, the richest person in the Xisong Capital, Chu An, and assistant, Ning Dao, have personally come to the airport to welcome them…”

“It is reported that the location of this batch of migrants has been confirmed…”

“The Xisong Kingdom has already prepared the corresponding living facilities for the migrants in the vicinity of new Lin’an!”

Ling Ping’an smiled slightly as he listened to the news.

In the current world, many things could no longer be hidden.

Especially after the stars fell on Mount Dongting, the ancient Dreamcloud Lake gradually recovered.

On both sides of the great lake, patches of Xiang Fei Bamboos began to show signs of abnormality.

And Mount Kunlun had fallen behind the stars, although it was in a long-term blockade and control.

But in the age of the Internet, how could anything be hidden for long.

One video after another was uploaded.

The wonders of the surging spirit veins and the scene of dense spirit aura appeared one after another in front of the public.

More importantly, the Legend of Nightmare was constantly on the lottery.

Every other week, thousands of gaming qualifications were released on a global scale.

Although the Realm of Nightmare could restrict the participants of the Nightmare Game, it couldn’t control others.

Moreover, so many transcendent beings kept appearing. As the Nightmare World progressed, the once scarce transcendent beings sprouted like bamboo shoots after it rained.

The countries outside the Federal Empire gradually lost control of the situation.

After all, transcendent beings surpassed ordinary people.

A major could fight against a battalion of modern infantrymen.

In small countries like Kunlun State, the entire country might not even be able to form a modern infantryman battalion.

Thus, small countries staged a shocking farce.

It could be said that the king’s flag was changing on the city walls.

The covers were blown.

It could no longer be concealed.

Fortunately, the technology on the Federal Empire’s side also advanced by leaps and bounds.

Research on transcendent beings and technology continued to advance.

In particular, the many technologies of transcendent beings and technology that they obtained from the other world caused the technological level of the Federal Empire to soar.

Now, the Imperial Capital had begun to install a new generation of transcendent being radars and early warning systems.

Psionic power-photovoltaic devices had also begun to be installed on a large scale.

This allowed the local officials of the Blackguard to have the ability to move out at any time and engage in continuous battles.

In short, the current world was being commented on by the newspapers and the press as having undergone an “unprecedented change”!

The people of the Federal Empire watched the transcendent beings wreaking havoc in the foreign countries, and then watched their own peaceful society.

Thus, the collective heart of the people changed to republican ideology.

Thus, in the recent general election.

The Gonghe Party won 70% of the electoral votes in the metropolitan territory.

Adding in the overseas kingdoms, it was confirmed that more than 80% of the electoral votes were cast.

After a hundred years, the Gonghe Party once again won full power.

They had the power to nominate all cabinet members, and they also received an endorsement from the emperor.

Therefore, at the Imperial Conference three days ago, they were officially authorized to form a cabinet.

The new cabinet members were announced one after another.

Adhering to the tradition, even if they won full power, the Gonghe Party still nominated a sub-assistant with the ideological inclination of the Datong Party and a supervisor from the Datong Party.

This was called a gentleman who is harmonious but different.

It was also a kind of compromise.

Naturally, all the public opinions praised the Gonghe Party’s “gentleman demeanor”.

With this in mind, Ling Ping’an sat at the counter.

He leaned against the chair, hugged his cat, and gently stroked the little fellow’s soft fur.

A soft call sounded in his ears.

“Fellow Daoist… fellow Daoist…”

Ling Ping’an smiled and said, “You’re finally here?”

Therefore, he closed his eyes.

In the next second, he appeared in the Baozhi Hall in Lin’an City.

He was holding an official document in his hand.

It was an official document sent by the officials in Lin’an City.

The current Baozhi Hall had replaced the Zhao Song official family.

It had completely taken over all the affairs in Lin’an City.

As a result, Xu Xuan became the “behind-the-scenes Emperor” and “Sitting Emperor” in the eyes of the people of Jin Kingdom.

The Zhao Song official family became the Emperor Xian of Han and the noble Duke of Xiang.

Almost everyone was waiting for this mysterious Xu Xuan to make his move.

The other provinces and prefectures of Southern Song also expressed their submission.

Every day, there would be letters from local officials saying, “If Duke Xu doesn’t come out, what will he do to the people of the world?”.

Even the Zhao family had expressed their wish for you to join the court and assist me.

Just waiting for Xu Xuan to nod his head, he would probably use a combination of the powerful officials to rise to the throne.

If he joined the court, he would not bow, he would bow to the nameless, he would walk to the palace with his sword, he would obtain the highest reward, commander-in-chief, internal and external military affairs…

But…

Xu Xuan, who was led by Ling Ping’an, did not care about this.

At this moment, he replaced Xu Xuan’s consciousness and digested the recent events.

He put down the official document in his hand and knocked on a bronze bell on the table.

A servant came in and asked with great respect, “What is your order, Master Ming?”

Ling Ping’an controlled Xu Xuan and asked, “Is there a Taoist priest outside asking for an audience?”

“Yes!”

“Invite him in to talk!”

“Yes!”

A moment later, an old Taoist priest was led to the front.

The old Daoist opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him. He revealed a happy expression and cupped his fists, “Fellow Daoist, how have you been?”

Ling Ping’an smiled. “Thanks to you, I’m alright!”

In his eyes, the old Daoist in front of him was just a bubble.

To be more precise, it was just a projection under the illumination of a brilliant palace lamp.

However, even if it was a shadow, its power was beyond imagination.