I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 279 - 277 Other Methods

Chapter 279: Chapter 277 Other Methods

Fujiwara Makoto realized the atmosphere of their conversation had become subtle, so he took the initiative to avoid suspicion and went to the kitchen on the other side of the first floor.

At that moment, Zhao Ling got up and walked behind Wei Tianyang, sheathing her sharp gaze and expression, and carefully hugged Wei Tianyang from behind like an older sister coddling her angry boyfriend.

"Then...then I’ll start by giving you half of myself," Zhao Ling said.

"Zhao Ling, you still don’t understand..." Wei Tianyang shook his head, stepped forward, and slipped out of Zhao Ling’s embrace.

He had always hoped that Zhao Ling could become the mother of his spirit, to be the guide on his life’s path, rather than a lover to satisfy carnal desires.

Zhao Ling had the capability to fulfill this role.

Managing an entire country, mediating on both domestic and international political stages, with a life span of over a hundred years, Zhao Ling’s life experience, connections, abilities, and spirit were more than enough to lead him into becoming a true man.

In the past three years, Zhao Ling had, intentionally or not, instilled in him the principles of kingship. How to build organizations, how to control courtiers, how to implement decrees, how to establish rules, and also, how to socialize and interact with those in power, wealth, and ability.

Towards the capable, one must extract utmost effort and never endow real power, making them work tirelessly for a lifetime while remaining grateful and obedient. If they were disobedient, he should belittle them vehemently and kick them out of the organization.

Towards those with interests, tempt them with money, power, and sex—they serve as both bait and leverage—binding them closely to oneself. After draining their resources, they should be eliminated from the game.

Towards adversaries, undermine their social reputation with public opinion attacks, then strip their power using the law, and if necessary, physically eradicate them, exterminating their whole family.

These teachings, in Wei Tianyang’s view, were essentially methods of exploitation, enslavement, extraction, intimidation, and transactions of interests.

Human organizations were built upon such things.

Zhao Ling also believed in the good part of human emotions, but her actions encompassed all the bad parts... In her words, this was "the way of the emperor."

Wei Tianyang felt that Zhao Ling had changed, or perhaps, she had never changed, it was just that before, he couldn’t hear her true thoughts.

As his own power increased, Zhao Ling grew more impatient, more direct; she longed for power, the power in her own hands.

If anything, the only difference between Zhao Ling and others was that she had never considered dissecting herself to study how to transfer abilities onto herself.

But her path to kingship was paved with blood; she ascended the throne draped in the blood-soaked robes of her kin.

By now, Wei Tianyang had seen through Zhao Ling.

She was a woman who was willing to sacrifice everything for power, and though she might have leveraged others’ strength, one day, she would find a way to sever ties and eliminate them.

"What are you worried about?" Zhao Ling asked softly.

Wei Tianyang didn’t answer and walked to the window, staring into the chasm-like night.

"You really don’t need to think too much. I’ve lived a hundred years... I know what you might be thinking," Zhao Ling said gently, like a mother, yet also as a wife might.

She walked over to Wei Tianyang’s side and continued, "By my side, the justice and fairness you seek, I will definitely help you achieve."

"If you want to avoid suspicion, dislike being in the public eye, we can proceed without announcement, maintaining our current relationship to the outside world."

"If you don’t like children, we also don’t have to have kids; we don’t need descendants."

"Perhaps you still need time to think, I am willing to wait, you don’t need to endure, even if we were to do it tonight, I wouldn’t use it to threaten you."

Zhao Ling placed her hand on Wei Tianyang’s shoulder, slowly pulling open his collar, intending to expose his shoulder.

Wei Tianyang turned to look at Zhao Ling, speaking seriously, "Don’t make me diminish my good impression of you bit by bit. In my mind, you are the sovereign of a nation, not a prostitute."

Having said this, he turned and went back upstairs, closed the room door, and did not come out again.

Zhao Ling did not follow. She understood that tonight was a lost cause.

"This approach is not working," Zhao Ling shook her head and murmured to herself, "Sleeping with someone is the fastest way to achieve my goal, but I can’t make you mine with my body, Wei Tianyang... I still have other methods."

Over a month had passed since that night.

Zhao Ling still came here from time to time to see Wei Tianyang, but never again with any hint of flirtation. She restrained herself, switched strategies, actively promoting Wei Tianyang’s speech to the United Council and the establishment of the democratically elected organization envisioned by Wei Tianyang.

Every time Zhao Ling visited, she only discussed these matters with him and shared some insights into global political situations.

Wei Tianyang had no interest in the thoughts of other national leaders, but he found the laptop and mobile phone she brought very useful.

In Chen Ran’s memories, he had already witnessed the hidden base of the Lingxian Sect.

It was a space station, and moreover, a high-tech one, capable of providing oxygen just with a protective shield similar to the "Sky Curtain," allowing people to walk freely on the outer space platform.

Furthermore, at that location, there was aviation equipment capable of penetrating the atmosphere solo.

Wei Tianyang had searched the internet for information on topics like "space tourism" and "existing space stations in the world" to understand the current state of human space endeavors.

However, the space stations he saw in pictures or videos were far from being as fantastical as those of the Lingxian Sect.

At present, humanity only operates four space stations in Earth’s orbit. The Yin Country’s space station, after refurbishment ten years ago, in collaboration with its neighbor, formerly known as the Suluo Union and now Loliya, commenced a joint space mission at the station.

The Sethiyan Federation has two: one is the "Explorer" space station led by the national space agency ANAS, and the other is a privately-funded civilian space station called the "Peacewalker."

Several countries in the Western Alliance share a space station called "Leader," which is set to decommission the year after next. Given the Western Alliance’s financial capabilities, it’s doubtful they’ll be able to launch a space station in the next 50 years.

The appearance of these space stations, with no significant differences from antiques a hundred years old, consisted of interconnected capsules with some solar panels and couldn’t compare to the Lingxian Sect.

This organization, which sounded like an immortal cultivation sect, possessed technological strengths surpassing any nation worldwide, which was highly abnormal.

What kind of organization could attract talent better than a country? Even if such an organization existed, which country would allow it to remain independent?

Regardless, the Lingxian Sect was undoubtedly a significant threat.

Whether it was for the Yin Country or for Wei Tianyang himself, this organization must be eradicated. They were seriously plotting to capture him alive for dissection.

In Libitelli, Wei Tianyang was able to defeat Chen Ran, but not entirely on his own strength.

Without the assistance of Fujiwara Makoto, without that strange and mysterious experience at the critical moment... Wei Tianyang might have indeed fallen into Chen Ran’s hands.

If things had gone that way, by now, he might have already been hanging from a gibbet, a hook pierced through his collarbone, at the mercy of the executioner.

According to the practices of the Lingxian Sect, they would certainly open up the back and remove the spine. Perhaps before that, they would have subjected him to severe torture, death by unbearable pain.

Without uprooting this organization, he could not sleep soundly.