(Yesterday, I wrote the Tang Second Master as the Xue Second Master … recently, my physical and mental strength truly have reached a certain level. I tried to change it, but because this is the new edition of the author's section, I don't know how to use it, so I don't know if I succeeded or not. It's still the same sentence, recently, my physical and mental strength … okay, just now, I confirmed that the change was successful.)
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Wang Po understood.
They wanted to kill Zhou Tong.
They wanted to kill him and Chen Changsheng.
The Wenshui Tangs' choice had been based on their different attitudes towards him and Chen Changsheng, resulting in some deviation.
But there were still two things that he did not understand.
If the Tang clan was purely a merchant, putting profit above all else, then why did the Tang clan want Chen Changsheng dead?
Everyone knew that Chen Changsheng and Tang Tang were close friends. If he succeeded as Pope, it would be of enormous benefit to the Tang clan.
"White Emperor City also does not agree to Chen Changsheng succeeding as Pope. This is also a question that many people do not understand."
The Tang Second Master explained, "That is because White Emperor City has a better choice, and to my Tang clan, Chen Changsheng is admittedly the best choice, but to me, he is the worst choice."
The one on good terms with Chen Changsheng was Tang Tang, not the Wenshui Tangs, and certainly not the Tang Second Master.
Wang Po asked, "This being the case, why would the Old Master listen to you?"
The Tang Second Master replied, "You know that the Old Master dislikes the Divine Empress the most. The things Chen Changsheng does make the Old Master extremely unhappy."
At this moment, the clear cry of a sword came from the snowstorm at the end of the street, and then there was the glow of a sword.
Chen Changsheng's figure was faintly discernible in the snowstorm.
With a groan, the stench of blood penetrated the snowstorm and arrived at this place.
The battle had already begun, but Wang Po's blade remained unmoved on the table.
His gaze retracted from the distance and fell upon the snow-covered blade. "You can't even wait ten-some days?"
The entire continent knew that the Pope's illness was getting worse and worse. With the arrival of autumn and the arrival of winter, with the arrival of the season, it was already the last ten-some days.
The Great Zhou Imperial Court, White Emperor City, and the Wenshui Tangs — even if they wanted to seize the position of Pope, why couldn't they wait ten-some days?
"His Holiness the Pope is a Saint. At the moment of his death, lightning will assuredly follow him and he will make arrangements."
The Tang Second Master said, "What we need to do is disrupt his plans and use the simplest method to resolve the most complicated problems in the future."
Even if the Pope returned to the sea of stars and the entire world knew of his arrangements, who would dare oppose him?
Once the Orthodoxy was united in will, even someone as strong as Shang Xingzhou or as scheming as the Wenshui Tangs would find it very difficult to drive Chen Changsheng out of the Li Palace.
Killing Chen Changsheng ahead of time would definitely be countless times simpler than waiting for him to sit on the seat of Pope.
From the looks of it, this was the most correct solution, but before this solution appeared, no one would have thought of this.
No one could have imagined that just before the Pope was about to leave this world, not only would Shang Xingzhou not have the patience to wait, he would insist on … acting before he left this world.
"Whose decision was this?" Wang Po asked the Tang Second Master.
Master. Tang, Tang Master Have I Yang Master., "Master said," Master, "I," Master said.
Wang Po looked into his eyes and said, "After so many years, you still like to play these tricks."
"Correct, because this is the only thing I'm good at," the Tang Second Master said, his smile fading.
Many years ago, the current Principal of the Heavenly Dao Academy, Zhuang Zhihuan, had seen him in Wenshui.
From then until now, Zhuang Zhihuan had always marveled at his talent in cultivation, marveled even more at how he would waste it.
In the entire world, only the Tang Old Master understood why he cared so little for his precious talent in cultivation, casting it aside like a pair of worn-out shoes.
Because no matter how high his talent in cultivation was, it could never surpass Wang Po. No matter how diligently he cultivated, he could never surpass Wang Po.
Many years ago, he had reluctantly and despairingly recognized this fact.
Thus, the once promising Tang Second Master had become a hedonistic hedonist of Wenshui City, gradually becoming nameless.
No one knew that he had only given up on cultivation. He had always been silently working hard in other areas. He was well aware that only in this way could he defeat Wang Po.
Like wisdom, strategy, callous schemes, and his ability to judge and exploit the human heart.
"In terms of fighting, I might never be able to match you in this lifetime.
"But in terms of other areas, you're not even worthy of carrying my shoes.
"I know best what every person cares about, what they want, what thresholds they can't cross, what shadows they can't see.
"Everyone says that Wang Po's path of the blade is straight. To seek fame and sell straightforwardness, what you care about the most is naturally your reputation.
"Today, I will use the reputation you want to press down on your blade. What can you do about it?"
The Tang Second Master looked at Wang Po and laughed.
Just like usual, his mouth was open, but no sound could be heard.
Every word that had come out of his mouth had been mocking and ridiculing Wang Po.
As Wang Po looked at his face, his desire, his impulse, grew stronger and stronger.
But what could he do?
He was not a person who sought fame and sold straightforwardness.
But his kindness was as weighty as a mountain.
If this mountain pressed down, could he really hack it down with one strike?
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Madam Mu walked out of the hall and raised her head to the sky.
Snow was falling from the sky, coming from the clouds. No matter how others looked at it, in her eyes, the snow and the clouds were sheep, white and soft.
Wherever her gaze passed, the snow drifted and the clouds moved like a flock of sheep.
Mao Qiuyu's expression turned abnormally grave at this sight, his sleeves fluttering in the still air.
She drew back her gaze and looked to the side of the hall, revealing a cold smile as she asked, "My younger sister was punished here?"
Besides the Demi-human Empress, she also had the identity of the Great Western Continent's Chief Princess. Her younger sister was once a Prefect of the Orthodoxy: Mu Jiushi.
Shang Xingzhou's desire to expel Chen Changsheng from the Orthodoxy and push for Mu Jiushi to become the successor to the Pope naturally had a great deal to do with her.
Upon hearing this, Mao Qiuyu's expression actually calmed down and he lightly waved his sleeves.
A gust of wind swept up the snow in front of the hall, sweeping it into the shadows of the halls and revealing several figures.
Daoist Baishi.
Linghai Zhiwang.
An Lin.
Daoist Siyuan.
The five strongest Prefects of the Orthodoxy were all present.
And this was the Li Palace.
Even if she was a Saint, she was not necessarily invincible.
And this wasn't even considering the fact that although the Pope was gravely ill, he was still the Pope.
Mao Qiuyu sternly asked, "Empress, does Empress truly wish to make an enemy of my Orthodoxy?"
"To disagree with Yin is to make an enemy of the Orthodoxy?" she calmly asked, "Is Shang not allowed to represent the Orthodoxy?"
Mao Qiuyu, Linghai Zhiwang, and the others did not change their expressions, but their Dao hearts were thoroughly chilled.
They knew that if they did not handle this matter properly today, the Orthodoxy was highly likely to welcome its greatest internal conflict since the Holy Maiden's departure to the south.
Shang Xingzhou was also a legitimate successor of the Orthodoxy, and also the Pope's senior brother. One thousand years ago, he had lived in the Li Palace.
From a certain perspective, after the Pope's death, he was the person that could best represent the Orthodoxy.
The meaning of Madam Mu's words was crystal clear.
The Li Palace suddenly experienced a blizzard.
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The snowstorm in the Imperial Palace suddenly became more violent.
The western wind swept up bits of snow, slapping against the door to the side of the hall.
The door was pushed open, but the blizzard could not enter, because Shang Xingzhou had walked out.
In order to subdue the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets and help His Majesty stabilize the court in the shortest time possible, he had stayed in this room for many days.
Today, he walked out.
He was prepared to leave the palace.
He wanted to go to the Li Palace.
Ten-some Daoists of profound cultivation walked out of the blizzard and followed behind him.
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