Resurrection Empire

Chapter 1531: Chapter 575: King Goujian of Yue_2

Relying on his astonishing eyesight, he could even make out the face of every single person below the stage.

Aside from that, the hall’s optical and acoustic equipment also had special design.

When the people below looked up, although they could not see Ren Zhong’s real face very clearly, they could see an enlarged three-dimensional projection.

After his words were processed through acoustic effect control, they would create an omnipresent resonance right by everyone’s ears in the hall, endowing him, speaking from the highest platform, with an extreme sense of sanctity and authority.

This grand hall not only employed advanced technology, but also integrated a vast amount of practical knowledge related to psychology.

Ren Zhong actually did not much like this, but it was Xiao Xingyue’s proposal, and he did not oppose it.

Xiao Xingyue told him that regardless of whether he himself was willing or not, the objective fact was that the honor and decline of the Red Blade Clan were all tied to his person, and everyone else’s spiritual faith was entirely entrusted to him.

Therefore, it was necessary to render his personal image more sacred.

"Times are no longer what they were. The Red Blade Clan is growing larger and larger; you can no longer personally go down and interact with the commoner strata like before. Other people’s understanding of you can only come indirectly through information transmission methods. So, in order to enhance the cohesion of the Red Blade Clan, you must accept this new management mechanism and build around yourself an image that is mysterious and powerful. This is a media technique, and also a new demand the new situation places on you. You need to get used to it."

The above were Xiao Xingyue’s original words back then.

Ren Zhong thought it over for a while and acknowledged her judgment.

So, when Liu An led his team into the grand hall, he then "had the honor" of becoming the first outsider to experience Ren Zhong’s sanctity and aura of authority.

Nanxiang Marquis Liu An, together with the five peerless beauties behind him and the hundreds of scholars from the Biological Research Institute under Nanxiang’s Earldom, stood at the lower part of the grand hall, able only to raise their heads and look from afar at the faint outline of Ren Zhong drifting high above, while at the same time seeing that towering, majestic giant three-dimensional projection.

This humanoid projection even seemed to have subtly adjusted Ren Zhong’s expression, producing a presence that commanded respect without anger.

Around Ren Zhong’s outline, the seats of other high-ranking members of the Red Blade Clan were distributed in a three-dimensional encircling pattern, stacked into several tiers, each tier radiating outward from the one above and below.

Behind the standing Liu An were circle after circle of arc-shaped seats.

These arc-shaped seats rose from low to high as they extended from front to back, fanning outward.

The farther a seat was from Ren Zhong’s seat, the higher it was, but none rose higher than Ren Zhong himself.

At this moment, all eyes were converging from on high down to a single point—namely, Liu An’s body.

Liu An, standing at the very lowest point of the hall, felt nothing but humiliation.

He could not clearly see the face of anyone in this enormous hall, yet he knew that he was being watched by tens of thousands of eyes.

Dammit.

Earl Red Blade truly knew how to put on a show; for him to design such a layout for a grand hall, and to still be able to sit so steadily in it.

A Red Blade Earl whose years were so short, how could he understand the arts of ruling underlings even better than I do.

Liu An forced himself to raise his head and look upward, only to feel that giant outline of Ren Zhong particularly glaring, as if he were using naked eyes to look at a star in the sky at high noon.

At this moment, in the heart of Ren Zhong—who seemed on stage to hold power over the entire world—there unexpectedly arose, by reflex, a bizarre illusion.

Isn’t the way I look now basically the same as The Buddha seated in the Great Leiyin Temple as depicted in Journey to the West?

Only, the Tathagata piled up such a huge figure with his dharma body in truth, whereas I am using technical means to construct a projection.

"Earl Red Blade, is this your way of treating a guest?"

Finally, once the staff handed him the microphone, Liu An immediately let out an impatient roar.

He understood the reasoning, and had considered that he absolutely had to endure again and again, but now, he, the dignified Nanxiang Marquis—who not long ago was still the most powerful absolute ruler in the Nanxiang Star Cluster—had been thrown into such a setting, like a monkey in a zoo put on display for laughs; he truly could hardly bear it.

What was even more excessive was that Liu An keenly sensed that his voice seemed to have been secretly tuned.

The timbre sounded particularly lacking in momentum, even somewhat like a drake’s croak.

On stage, Ren Zhong’s phantom smiled faintly at these words, then responded in a voice like a great bell or a mighty drum: "Liu An, you and I both know full well. My way of treating a guest is reserved only for true guests. As for you... are you worthy?"

Liu An instantly felt his blood rush straight to his head.

The Chief of Internal Affairs at his side keenly perceived his heart rate spike and hurriedly launched into a violent coughing fit, like someone stricken with consumption.

Amid this intense cough-cough-cough, Liu An finally managed to regain a bit of calm, then spoke loudly: "What happened in the past need not be mentioned, but you and I are both Imperial Earls, both serve the Emperor, and having enjoyed the resources of the Nanxiang Star Cluster, we are bound to cooperate wholeheartedly in defending the Star Cluster. Even if there have been some unfounded suspicions between you and me, we ought to look at the future with a developmental perspective. In time, you and I will inevitably have to fight side by side, won’t we?"