(There will definitely be more typos and mistakes in the next few days, as I still don't have the energy to keep up and have even less time to fix them. But the plot is wonderful!)
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Swords fell like rain, aimed at the master and disciple on the ruins.
The wind stopped, the stones stopped rolling, and there was naturally no sound, only silence.
The people in Hundred Flowers Lane noticed this silence and knew that something major had occurred.
Life and death were naturally the truly important matters.
In the Tradition Academy, that shocking killing intent that rose to the heavens intimidated everyone's mind.
Suddenly, the sound of a zither rang out, snapping countless strings.
Crossbow bolts were randomly fired in front of the Orthodox Academy, Sacred Light illuminating the gloomy sky.
Whistles through the air and grunts of injured arrows could be heard from time to time.
When the chaotic situation was once more brought under control, several pools of blood could be seen in the lane. Wang Po had disappeared.
Linghai Zhiwang's complexion was abnormally pale, as he was worried that something had happened to the Pope.
If something had not happened in the Orthodox Academy, if the Pope had not been in danger, why would Wang Po forcefully strike at such a tense moment and then charge into the academy?
A bitterly cold blade intent appeared in front of the Maple Forest Pavilion.
A breeze ruffled the red maples as Wang Po appeared in front of the ruins.
As he saw the scene and sensed the Daoist Qi and sword intents lingering in the air, he very quickly confirmed the general situation.
"How could a genius of a generation be so unbearable?"
Wang Po's words were as sharp as a blade. The cold winds stirred up by the blade intent were instantly severed.
Tang Thirty-Six sighed, "Yes, it's too shameful."
He spoke with great sincerity, giving off the feeling that he was completely concerned about Shang Xingzhou's reputation.
Xu Yourong said nothing.
At some point, she had already walked up behind Chen Changsheng.
She was extremely close, only a few steps away.
This was a very risky course of action.
It was impossible to see the expression on her face, as her head was lowered. One could only see her trembling eyelashes.
Her eyelashes shone brilliantly in the light, like the leaves of a ginkgo tree in autumn.
The light came from her eyes, from the blazing essence blood of the Phoenix.
She was ready to strike at any moment.
Or save Chen Changsheng.
Or perish together with Shang Xingzhou.
The clouds in the sky fled in all directions. As the mountainous body of the dragon got closer and closer to the ground, the shadow grew heavier and heavier.
But in the next moment, the shadow stopped growing, because she could clearly see the scene and feel fear.
And where was Yuren?
Wang Po was right, and Tang Thirty-Six was speaking from the bottom of his heart.
With Shang Xingzhou's status, it was indeed inexcusable for him to go back on his word.
What's more, he was Chen Chang Sheng's master, so this would be even more embarrassing.
Wang Zhice had been invited to the capital by him, but he would not support him. He said, "If you make a move, you know what I will do next."
Shang Xingzhou did not necessarily fear Wang Zhice, even if he might join hands with Wang Po.
The Prince of Xiang and the princes of the Chen clan would support him, as would the experts of the court and the military.
This war was worth fighting, even if it was a little risky.
He really wanted to go back on his word and kill Chen Chang Sheng.
When Wang Zhice said that he had lost, he closed his eyes and saw many futures.
Those were the different futures he would have after making different choices.
One of them seemed to be the most beautiful, so he ran it over five times, and succeeded in repeating the perfect process four times.
That future also began with his choice.
His fingers would tighten slightly.
Chen Chang Sheng's head would fall to the ground like a ripe fruit and then be smashed into pulp.
What followed would be an extremely dangerous battle. He might lose, he might win, but his life would not be in danger.
Regardless of victory or defeat, at the most desperate moment of the battle, he would voluntarily give up, admit his crimes to the young emperor, and ask for seclusion in Luoyang.
In the following years, the Li Palace would be masterless and internal strife would inevitably arise. Coupled with external pressure, he would be able to very easily wrest back the authority of the Orthodoxy.
At some point in time, he would have Prince Chen Liu die.
In another few years, the Prince of Zhongshan would rebel and lead the cavalry of Blue Pass south.
At that time, he would return from Luoyang.
If he did not return, the Prince of Zhongshan would assuredly lose, but he had to seize this chance to clearly discuss with the young emperor about the matters of the past and cast those matters of the past to the back of his mind.
Only in this way could master and disciple be of one mind, could the entire world submit to them.
In another few years, the world would be unified, the people would be united, the Human race would prosper, and it would be the day of the northern expedition.
A million mighty soldiers would besiege the city.
Which city was the city?
Of course, Xuelao City.
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This was the result Shang Xingzhou's calculations.
This was that incomparably beautiful future.
For this future, he was willing to give up everything, sacrifice everything.
"Even if this will go down in infamy for ten thousand years?"
Wang Zhice asked.
"For the last several centuries, I have always remained behind the curtain. If not for Tianhai's pressure, perhaps I would never have walked onto the stage today."
Shang Xingzhou said, "I don't even care about leaving my name in the annals of history, so why would I care about leaving behind a bad reputation or a good one?"
Wang Zhice said nothing more, because he knew that Shang Xingzhou truly was this sort of person.
Wang Po also said nothing, his right hand tightly gripping the hilt of his blade.
Shang Xingzhou's killing intent towards Chen Changsheng was so real.
His hand was on Chen Changsheng's throat.
Who could stop him?
The wall behind the Maple Forest Pavilion suddenly collapsed. As the dust settled, Yuren's figure was revealed.
Shang Xingzhou calmly gazed at him.
Yuren very slowly shook his head, his expression extremely solemn.
Shang Xingzhou understood his meaning.
Yuren was saying to him, 'Your calculations cannot be established.
If you kill Junior Brother, I will never forgive you. '
Without master and disciple being of one mind, the world would naturally not submit to them, and there would be no final scene.
Shang Xingzhou was not affected in the slightest.
Because he was very confident.
Shang Xingzhou believed that as long as he had enough time, Yuren would eventually understand his painstaking efforts.
But why hadn't he done anything yet?
Or perhaps it was because one person had been too quiet?
That person was about to die.
Dying from shamelessness.
He had every reason to be angry.
He could curse and swear.
He could speak passionately.
He could spit on Shang Xingzhou's face.
But he did nothing.
When Shang Xingzhou was talking to Wang Zhice and the others, he just quietly watched him like he was enjoying a play.
An arm's length away.
Everyone felt that Shang Xingzhou would kill him, so why was he so calm?
Shang Xingzhou was quiet for a while, then asked, "You thought of this beforehand?"
"I understand Sir very well. If the world believes that Sir is wrong, Sir will definitely believe that the problem lies with the world, not you," Chen Changsheng said.
"How could a person like Sir, who is always correct, admit to his own failure?"
Shang Xingzhou asked, "Then why did you arrange for today's match?"
If no matter the result of this match, Shang Xingzhou would not abide by their previous agreement, then what was the point?
If Chen Changsheng had calculated this beforehand, why would he have expended so much energy to force Shang Xingzhou to agree to his demands, allowing the situation to develop to this point?
"Of course it's very meaningful, because it will help Sir clearly see yourself."
Chen Changsheng looked at Shang Xingzhou and said, "Sir, look at how ugly you are right now, how ugly you are."
His eyes were clean and bright, like a mirror reflecting a face.
It was a rather old face, covered in blood and dirt, and the pride and wildness of self-hypnosis.
Shang Xingzhou found this face very unfamiliar. (To be continued …)
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