The Undying Transmigrator

Book 2: Chapter 6: Super Talent Database

Vol 2 Chapter 6: Super Talent Database

Becoming emperor in Mo Wen's homeland was relatively easy - psychotics, cannibals, useless fools, study-abroad experts, even those who hanged themselves could all become emperors. As for how they ended up, that depended on their individual capabilities. But the emperor of the Chenyao Dynasty represented the nation's most demanding position.

While possessing supreme authority, candidates were not only selected from the best of the best, but poor performance after ascension could trigger natural disasters, cause loss of power, and lead to replacement by other imperial candidates.

However, if willing to delegate authority, they could access an absolutely terrifying talent pool.

After pacifying the imperial guards and instructing the Ministry of Rites to prepare for the coronation ceremony, the former emperor immediately summoned his former competitors.

A military general snorted coldly at the former emperor: "So this person who arrived at the palace riding a dragon, looking like he'd chop everyone to pieces at the slightest provocation - this is our new emperor? Yang Ruixuan, you coward, I always knew you couldn't handle adversity, only capable of maintaining stability during peaceful times."

His assistant reminded quietly: "Choose your words carefully."

A civil official chuckled: "The new emperor possesses extraordinary bearing. Brother Yang is no longer emperor anyway, so there's no need to worry about straightforward opinions."

"However, most imperial powers have already been distributed. What remains are matters that require only one person's decision, and can only be decided by one person. Rather than establishing an... let's temporarily call it a 'cabinet' organization that divides power and creates unnecessary troubles, it would be better to appoint 'acting emperors' or 'consuls.'"

"Even if we all serve the nation wholeheartedly, too many directions would only dilute our strength."Someone inserted incense into a nearby censer and lit it. An elderly man materialized along with the smoke.

The former emperor's expression changed dramatically as he immediately bowed to the old man. Others followed suit with their bows, but the old man waved his hand and smiled: "No need for such formalities. You can just call me Grandpa She. If the new emperor doesn't mind, you may address me as She Chengze."

Then he rolled his eyes at the person who had lit the incense: "Just don't be like certain people who casually summon old relics like me whose bones have already rotted, just to help brainstorm ideas."

"Even if you can't consult the Heavenly Stars, could you at least properly deliver questions to the imperial mausoleum?"

Mo Wen was initially somewhat surprised, but upon hearing "imperial mausoleum," he immediately understood - this was one of the Chenyao royal family's ancestral elders.

Incredible. They actually had this method of ancestral substitution. Their foundation was truly profound.

The solution proposed by the old man was remarkably ahead of its time.

"Whether it's a 'cabinet' or 'consul,' the essence is power distribution rather than truly making governance simpler."

"Although I have died and been buried in the imperial mausoleum, with continuous incense offerings, I've maintained clear consciousness. Over the years during my leisure time, I've contemplated past achievements and failures, eventually developing an extraordinary idea."

"Rather than selecting emperors generation after generation, why not create an eternal, immortal divine mechanism that possesses the wisdom and capabilities of all previous emperors, with continuous updating capability? Endow it with the ability to collect worldly intelligence and feedback on the connection between heaven and humanity."

"If it can clearly reflect its thought processes, allowing common people to know, understand, and trust them, enabling all the nation's intelligent individuals to participate in discussions and corrections, it would truly become an eternal divine ruler."

Mo Wen was astonished, and the former emperor was even more shocked, quickly asking: "Grandpa She, this idea is incredible! So the blueprints..."

The old man chuckled lightly: "How could we easily create such a divine mechanism? It requires more manpower and resources. However, several generations of us have been working on this together. The prototype mechanism for verifying feasibility has taken shape and should make governance simpler."

"The new emperor can collect it when visiting the imperial mausoleum after the coronation."

"As for specific government affairs? The limits of soul sustenance through incense offerings eventually show. We old ghosts no longer possess our former mental agility and driving ambition, so we probably can't be much help."

"Extinguish the incense. I need to return to work."

The old man's figure disappeared. The person who had lit the incense sat in a corner, turned away, and pulled out an eight-trigram disk from his robe: "This is all I can do. Don't call me for anything else."

The former emperor smiled apologetically at Mo Wen: "Your Majesty, he's always been like this. Not even if emperors or ancestral spirits punched him in the face would he back down - he'd just stiffen his neck and take it. But he truly has unique insights into soul summoning and spirit invitation, making him the foremost expert of our time, even surpassing practitioners from the Ancestral Spirit Dynasty era."

Mo Wen didn't mind: "I always respect capable people."

Truthfully, this ancestral substitution method would make some emperors from his homeland knock their heads in frustration. More terrifying was that these dead emperors' thinking didn't seem limited to their lifetime perspectives.

Already selected from the best, they could achieve something similar to longevity through special methods, even completely letting go of power after death to focus on other areas. Just now they had proposed an outrageous suggestion comparable to AI governance.

Should this be called continuously evolving supernatural politics? It was truly terrifying.

Especially the "Heavenly Stars"... Mo Wen remembered they consisted of human heroic spirits, accomplished cultivators, and celestial beings collectively formed.

Hisss... Compared to the Chenyao Dynasty's offerings, that homebody dragon seemed increasingly useless by comparison.

Just then, Long Yunshui knocked on the door of this room gathering the dynasty's living wisdom: "Still discussing how to govern next? Don't forget my position as national beast!"

The people inside looked at each other, until finally the former emperor looked at Mo Wen: "Your Majesty, outside is..."

Mo Wen thought for a moment and decided to tell the truth: "The dragon who brought me to seize the throne."

"Dragon?" Someone couldn't believe it.

"Dragon!" Someone was exhilarated.

"Dragon..." Someone seemed thoughtful.

The former emperor said joyfully: "For a true dragon to willingly become the Chenyao Dynasty's national beast is truly our great fortune."

"These ancient divine beasts have survived since antiquity, witnessing dynasties rise and fall, conversing with ancient sages and philosophers throughout history, personally participating in world-changing events - who knows how much wisdom and knowledge they've accumulated? They would certainly be better advisors than me."

"Your Majesty, why didn't you say so earlier? I mistakenly thought the true dragon had already left after delivering you here."

This didn't sound like that silly homebody dragon. Did you mistake her for some other dragon? Mo Wen wanted to say this but ultimately held back.

The dragon in question had no such reservations. She casually said outside the door: "Who are you talking about? I don't recall any such dragon."

As she spoke, she patted the door more vigorously, making it bang loudly, which made the Shadow Guard commander stationed outside - who had been frozen by a single glance - increasingly helpless.

Fortunately, Mo Wen opened the door.

A petite dragon girl with bare feet yet untouched by dust bounced in cheerfully. Her clothing had somehow changed from animal skins to phoenix crown magnificent robes.

"Brother Mo, I changed clothes. Heh, that multicolored bird used to show off to me wearing this outfit - much prettier than the black-feathered one."

Everyone in the room looked bewildered: Who's the black-feathered one? Who's the multicolored bird? This seems to be the attire worn by the Hundred Birds Dynasty's founding empress and successive "grand matriarchs" through the generations?

Mo Wen cleared his throat lightly: "I don't think this outfit is appropriate. Better to have your true form floating in the sky, and we'll sculpt statues of your true form later."

Long Yunshui readily agreed: "That works too."