The path of merchants forever pursued realism. Only those who fell into the bag would be happy, and any fog, once torn apart, would have no value.
The Tang Seventeenth Master no longer thought about this matter, deciding to first find that person. His gaze moved from the shopkeeper to the bishop and he said, "The Third Master's orders were extremely clear this time. This person must be found and then controlled. If not, I will die, all of you will die, and you will die an extremely wretched death."
This bishop was a foreshadowing the Tang clan had planted in the Orthodoxy. Now that he had been expelled from the capital, although he had luckily survived, he could no longer be of any greater use. If he could not display his loyalty, ability, or usefulness in the matter of the Cinnabar Pill, then the fate that awaited him would undoubtedly be very unpleasant.
The bishop paled upon hearing this while the shopkeeper broke out in a cold sweat. The two of them were well aware that this matter was now involved in the struggle for power within the Wenshui clan. Their status was not enough for them to know all the inside information, but they were well aware of how many storms had occurred in Wenshui City in the last two years.
The struggle between the branches was growing more and more intense, even bitter. Although no one had died yet, there was already the faint scent of blood. The most important sign was the relapse of the chief branch's old illness, and at the beginning of this year, the increasingly famous Tang Third Master … had given birth to a son.
The Wenshui Tangs were a clan that had existed for one thousand generations, so they had their own rules.
At the beginning, the Old Master had decided to have the chief branch inherit the family business, so Tang Thirty-Six was the only son and grandson of the Tang clan.
Before he formally inherited the family business, the Old Master forbade the other branches from having children of the third generation.
This rule was extremely cruel, but fortunately, the masters of the various branches had all succeeded in their cultivation and could live for several hundred years, so there was no rush.
This rule was finally broken at the beginning of the year.
The Tang Third Master had given birth to a son.
This was the only bloodline of the Tang clan's third generation besides Tang Thirty-Six.
What did this mean? Had the Old Master finally completely changed his mind about the succession of the clan? Had the chief branch fallen out of favor? Or was it that the Tang Third Master no longer had the patience to wait and had clearly and valiantly expressed his ambition to seize power?
Of course, ambition had to be built on strength. Right now, with Third Master as the leader of the Tang Family's branches, they had already gained a clear advantage in this battle.
In the massive upheaval in the capital two years ago, and in the behind-the-scenes dealings even earlier, the Tang Third Master represented Shang Xingzhou in moving back and forth between the various factions of the continent, communicating with them. He played an extremely important role in overthrowing Tianhai's rule, and in the crucial battle to destroy the capital's Imperial Design, he played an irreplaceable role.
In this major event, the Tang Third Master's performance was perfect in every aspect, and he was also very low-key. While bringing the Wenshui clan unimaginable benefits, he also greatly conformed to the Tang clan's demeanor, obtaining the support and even worship of many clansmen.
If it wasn't for the fact that Winter of That Year had failed to kill Wang Po, perhaps he would have already replaced Tang Thirty-Six's father …
At this moment, when the shopkeeper and the bishop heard that this was the Tang Third Master's order, they instantly lost all thoughts of begging for mercy.
Then they had to hurry and find that person. If they couldn't control him, they could just kill him.
Perhaps it was because the Tang Third Master was too famous for his coldness, or perhaps it was because Master Seventeen had been sitting in the courtyard the entire time, personally watching over them, but the analysis and deciphering of the pill proceeded much faster than expected. By the evening of the same day, the medical experts and the shopkeepers in charge of transportation and local products of the Tang clan finally came to a preliminary conclusion.
Where a certain herb was produced, where it was transported, where it passed, where it could only be found, and how much of a certain herb was consumed in a year in Tianliang County. Countless pieces of information were gathered together, and then, accompanied by the clattering of the abacus, were transformed into numbers on a piece of paper, ultimately pointing to an extremely unremarkable place on the map.
That place was the northeastern part of Tianliang County, a place rarely visited by humans. The weather was cold and the ground was frozen. Amidst the mountains was a small town called Gaoyang, which was almost completely abandoned.
… …
… …
In the Sacred Hospital, separated by a wall from the inn, as the injuries of the injured gradually improved, the mood became more and more relaxed.
In the deepest room, the mood was still oppressive and gloomy.
The young array master still had not awoken. His slightly tanned face was now very pale, and his breathing was short and weak.
An Hua sat by the window, her eyes closed in rest. She was very exhausted.
According to the orders of the Mount Song Army headquarters, she, the clergy of the Sacred Hospital, and the military doctor were doing their utmost to treat the young array master. It was now certain that the young array master could last for another seven days, two more days than the clergy had originally predicted. This was naturally because of her arrival.
The Sacred Light technique of the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green was not one bit weaker than the divine technique of the Li Palace, or else Holy Maiden Xu Yourong would not have chosen this place to study.
But this was still not enough, because … the Cinnabar Pill would only appear in ten days.
The young array master was first on the list of medicines to be received by the Mount Song Army headquarters. As long as there was medicine, he could obtain it and survive.
But An Hua knew that no matter how hard she, the clergy, and the military doctor tried, they could not make him last until then.
Hope was right before her eyes, and it seemed to be getting closer and closer, but if one carefully looked at it, it was still so far away.
In the end, there would always be times when one's strength was limited. This fact could easily make one feel sorrow, even despair.
Ending her meditation, An Hua opened her eyes and walked to the edge of the cavern to observe the young array master's current condition.
Perhaps it was because he had not rested for a day and night and was constantly being cared for, but she felt that the young array master's appearance was getting clearer and clearer.
How could she help him survive? Was there any other hope? Like asking the archbishop of the Li Palace to act?
No, even if those important figures were willing to act for the young array master, they would not be able to get here in time, much less the current Li Palace. Other than dispatching a considerable number of clergy and doctors to the northern front lines, the Li Palace was abnormally inconspicuous. From morning to dusk, from spring to autumn, and then to winter, the doors of the hall were tightly shut and heavily guarded.
A Prefect of the Orthodoxy like Mao Qiuyu would not easily take a single step out of the Li Palace.
This situation had already persisted for two years.
Because it had already been two years since the Pope had left the capital.
No one knew where the young Pope was, or even if he was still alive.
An Hua paid no attention to what was happening outside her window, nor did she know of the current state of the Imperial Court or Xuelao City. She only knew that the war had been going on for the last two years and that many people had already died.
The sects and noble clans of the south had played an extremely important role in this war. From the Tianhai Divine Empress to the venerable Daoist master Shang Xingzhou, they had all placed great importance on the confluence of the north and south. The new generation of cultivators had also begun to formally step onto the stage of history. The youths of the Mount Li Sword Sect, Scholartree Manor, and the Six Ivies had displayed the most outstanding performances.
Of course, compared to the disturbance caused by that person on the battlefield for the first time, these were all playing house and not even worth mentioning.
Although they were all youths, they were still different.
That was the first time he appeared before the people of the world after leaving the capital, and also the last time.
It was a clear and crisp autumn day. Ten thousand horses galloped and the smoke of war rose from all directions.
His one thousand swords struck out simultaneously, countless demon soldiers sprayed their blood and died, the plains transformed into a sea of blood.
In this sea of solemn and chaotic Qi, Demon General Hai Di struck with all his strength, tearing apart the clouds and splitting the earth, causing the heavens and earth to change color.
The young Pope collapsed with heavy injuries and then vanished once more.
It was as if he had come to the battlefield, appeared in front of so many people, took such a great risk, killed so many demons, shed so much blood, and suffered such heavy injuries, just to tell the world and some people that he was still alive.
This was truly like a child playing house.
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