My wife is a practitioner, I am invincible when I lie down

Chapter 221 Tribute

The next day.

Monster Taming Park.

Following Zhao Mu were thirty-six demon leaders.

Big Bear trotted out respectfully to greet them.

"give it to you."

Zhao Mu ordered.

Xiong Da nodded repeatedly: "Okay, Master."

Then he led the thirty-six demon leaders into the domestication room and started the domestication at the fastest speed.

Zhao Mu just drank a cup of tea outside and the domestication was completed.

The thirty-six demon leaders who appeared in front of Zhao Mu again had piety written all over their faces. Their eyes looking at Zhao Mu became fanatical, as if they were willing to sacrifice their lives for him.

Zhao Mu nodded in satisfaction and said, "After you return, select the backbone members of your respective tribes and bring them to the park to be tamed. From now on, only those demons who have been tamed will be eligible to be entrusted with important tasks."

"Yes, my dear master!"

Just when Zhao Mu was about to leave the park, the brother and sister Xiong Yourong and Xiong Shan came over and took the initiative to ask Zhao Mu to accept domestication.

"You guys are quite ambitious."

"We just want to serve our master better."

Zhao Mu smiled, called Xiong Da, and arranged a set of taming procedures for the two of them.

Surprisingly, when checking the cost of taming Xiong Yourong, Zhao Mu discovered that her taming cost was much less than that of an ordinary Saint Emperor Realm demon, almost just a fraction.

This means that Xiong Yourong's initial loyalty to him was already very high, and even if she did not accept domestication, she would be unlikely to betray Zhao Mu.

This made Zhao Mu love Xiong Yourong even more. He summoned all the high-ranking demons on the spot and announced that Xiong Yourong would be named the new demon king. From then on, Xiong Yourong's words would represent Zhao Mu's will. Her status would be second only to Zhao Mu, and even her father Xiong Tianming would have to obey her.

No one dared to raise any objection, and their eyes looking at Xiong Yourong were filled with envy.

Xiong Yourong was even more excited. She looked at Zhao Mu with a determined gaze: "Thank you for your trust in Yourong. Yourong will definitely not let you down and will complete all the tasks assigned by you!"

Zhao Mu directly threw a storage ring to Xiong Yourong.

"Here are the supplies and cultivation resources I've prepared for you. Your next task is to build a new home for the demon race, select talents, standardize order, formulate a series of reward and punishment measures, and strive to help the demon race adapt to life under the sun."

"If you have any questions, you can come to the Zhao family's ancestral land to find me."

After saying that, Zhao Mu did not linger any longer and directly asked Pixiu to send him to the Qianyuan Dynasty.

The royal palace in Yuan capital.

Zhao Mu's arrival made An Jing and Wang Yuxuan overjoyed.

The two of them threw themselves into Zhao Mu's arms almost at the same time.

"Sir, I miss you so much."

"Master, we dare not neglect the task you have assigned us. We have already accumulated a vast amount of cultivation resources in the warehouse. Please go and inspect them."

Zhao Mu smiled and said, "Don't worry, I brought some rice paste that I made myself for you to try."

"Wow, that's so heartwarming, sir."

Half an hour later, An Jing and Wang Yuxuan simultaneously wiped the corners of their mouths with their hands, looking extremely satisfied.

Afterwards, the two of them took Zhao Mu to the warehouse, and Zhao Mu packed away all the cultivation resources he had acquired during this period.

Night falls.

Imperial Palace, Imperial Study Room.

Ju Jinhua was concentrating on reviewing memorials when suddenly a pair of large hands reached out from behind and slid under her luxurious phoenix robe with ease.

Ju Jinhua was suddenly startled and subconsciously wanted to fight back, but after smelling a familiar scent, he quickly withdrew his hand.

"Master, you are back."

"Come and see you. Why aren't you resting so late?"

Zhao Mu sat down next to Ju Jinhua and picked up the memorial on the desk and took a look at it.

"On the 3,000th birthday of the Anzhou prefect, I beg the emperor to grant me a piece of calligraphy to be passed down through the ages."

"In Fuzhou, drought demons are disturbing the people. The local prefect organized 3,000 hunters to eliminate them and won a great victory. He wants to present 30 corpses of drought demons to the emperor?"

"The third wife of Marquis Boya has given birth to quintuplets. Your Majesty, please give them names?"

The more Zhao Mu looked at it, the weirder his expression became.

This is all a mess.

"Are these the contents of the memorials submitted every day?" Zhao Mu asked in confusion.

Ju Jinhua explained, "Every day, the memorials sent in from the Nine Commanderies and Thirty-Six Continents number in the thousands, sometimes as few as one or two thousand. While most of them are boring, written by boring people, there are also many important pieces of information that need to be reviewed. Therefore, every one must be reviewed thoroughly, and nothing can be missed."

"Uh...it's really not easy to be an emperor." Zhao Mu shook his head.

"I have nothing better to do, so I'm here to review it myself. If there are other matters, I will hand them over to the Witch Society for review, and only leave the important matters for me to review."

"That's okay."

Ju Jinhua closed the memorial, turned over and sat on Zhao Mu's lap, "My Lord, let me serve you well. This is the most important thing."

"It's okay. You continue reviewing the memorials, and I'll do my own thing."

Ju Jinhua was slightly stunned, then he understood Zhao Mu's idea and picked up the memorial again to review it.

However, when I was marking the papers, my hands would inevitably tremble, and the handwriting would become less neat.

It was not until midnight that Ju Jinhua finally finished reviewing all the memorials and was already sweating profusely from exhaustion.

"Master, let's go back to the bedroom. I have prepared a gift for you."

"Oh? You're thoughtful. Go and take a look."

Zhao Mu flew back to the Queen's bedroom holding Ju Jinhua.

Ju Jinhua took Zhao Mu into a bedroom.

There were more than a dozen young girls living there.

Zhao Mu took a look at them in surprise and found that every woman was extremely beautiful and had talents at the level of geniuses. Their cultivation was at least at the Saint Emperor level, and some of them were already Saint Emperor masters at a young age.

"These are the beautiful women sent as tribute by the Great Zhou Dynasty. They are all geniuses carefully cultivated by the Great Zhou royal family. There are princesses of the Great Zhou Dynasty and ladies from famous families."

Looking at the pairs of uneasy eyes in front of him, Zhao Mu was a little surprised, but it was also within his expectations.

Since ancient times, defeated countries have had no human rights.

Although the Great Zhou Dynasty did not suffer a catastrophic disaster, after this defeat, it is likely that it will never be able to hold its head up in front of the Qianyuan Dynasty again. Although it does not have to pay tribute, it will have to pay tribute.

But I didn’t expect that even the princess of the Great Zhou would be handed over.

He was also very ruthless.

Zhao Mu took a quick look and found that the girls left behind by Ju Jinhua must have been strictly screened by her.

They are all innocent and there is nothing dirty about them.

Especially the two princesses of the Great Zhou, no matter their looks, figures or talents, they are all top-level geniuses.

Although it is unlikely that he will get married, he is still qualified to take a concubine.

"I'll take these two princesses in. The rest...can't be wasted. Send them to my palace to be maids."

"Okay, Master. They have all been disciplined and are very obedient. You can just take them away."