Chapter 2527: Chapter 113: How Could Qian and Kun Bow to the East Country? (Part 4)
Lin Zhengren snorted, "He’s now washing himself completely clean..."
Eventually, he said nothing more.
But it also incited hatred in the hearts of young people like Jiang Liu Yue.
They had never met Jiang Wang, never had any contact with him, but in their hearts, a brush had already painted a detailed image of Jiang Wang—young but shrewd, skilled in deceitful performance, a hypocrite who is fierce and evil inside.
Both Lin Zhengren and Du Ruhui, after several encounters, had come to understand Jiang Wang to some extent. It was very clear that Jiang Wang would return to Zhuang Country someday.
Now, being honored as the Marquis Wu’an of Daqi, Jiang Wang was no longer someone they could deal with through diplomatic means. Jiang Wang won himself a protective golden body through four years of hard work.
After attempts to vilify him failed, they could only wait passively. The higher Jiang Wang stood, the more passive they became.
Times have changed!
Now Jiang Wang could represent Qi Country, and his personal grudges were spoken as national hatred by Emperor Qi.
While they ride the momentum of the new Zhuang Country, they can only hide under the wings of Jinguo.
But as for giving up, none of them are people who would give up.
What they are doing now, subtly and imperceptibly, is just one of their many preparations.
When the day comes that Jiang Wang arrives in Zhuang Country, he will know who he stands against... who he is opposing!
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"I felt quite saddened reading Jiang’s letter."
In the dim underground palace, Zhang Linchuan, neither good-looking nor ugly, sat languidly on the stone steps.
Of course, these steps were wiped clean, as smooth as a mirror.
A few steps behind him was the Pope’s throne, but he was too lazy to sit further.
The followers within the sect numbered less than a thousand, all turned underground, sneaking around like mice.
They didn’t even dare to mention Wusheng’s name anymore.
What meaning does this Pope still hold?
For a sect with branch temples once numbering in the hundreds of thousands, it’s a drastic change from heaven to earth. Many high-ranking members couldn’t accept this and resorted to suicidal actions... leading to even more brutal slaughter.
He now completely cuts ties with any branch temple and absolutely doesn’t respond to any followers from the World Without Life, because any traces are enough to cause his death.
Though said to be the Supreme Divine Master, the great Daozhu, the Unborn Sect Founder, borrowing the Bone Holy Body, leveraging vast faith, and achieving the position of True God at a young age, seemingly no less talented than Li Yi of the Taoist Sect...
But under the overwhelming trend, he’s just like a mere ant.
Even the "Wusheng Scripture" he meticulously compiled now gradually loses divine support, becoming a lifeless pool without flowing water.
In one night, years of hard work, current cultivation, future Tao path, all suffered nearly total devastation.
Anyone, presumably, would find it unacceptable.
And now he sits here, with an indifferent expression, even having the leisure to comment on Jiang’s penmanship and language.
"It’s no wonder so many inexplicable people went mad over this..."
He said, "But there’s one thing I don’t understand."
Zhang Linchuan raised his eyes, with some confusion, "Doesn’t the downfall of Bone Tao credit me? How am I still branded as the remnants of Bone Tao?"
Standing not far from him was a tall, thin man with a sinister face.
He was one of the five Dharma Kings protecting the Church of Lifeless, Winged Ghost.
With his back arched, eyes lowered, standing in the shadow of the lampstand, his whole person exuded a dark malice.
Upon hearing this, he clucked his tongue, "They’re putting the blame on you."
Zhang Linchuan looked at him, slowly frowning. "That metaphor is too disgusting."
Winged Ghost shrank his neck, dryly said, "Sor... sorry, I’ll change..."
Zzzzz!
Suddenly, a burst of dark lightning leapt up, wrapping tightly around him.
It was a shadowy presence, yet it crackled with the sound of lightning!
The sound only lasted for a moment.
After the dark thunder dissipated, only a charred skeleton was left on the spot, maintaining an arched-back, shrunk-neck, ready-to-strike pose...
Crackle, crackle.
Zhang Linchuan brushed off the non-existent dust on his clothes and stood up.
"Let them come," he said calmly.
From far away came a huge roar, followed quickly by the sound of a large troop pouring into the underground palace.
And in this dim great hall, more than a dozen cultivators with powerful auras removed their disguises and stepped out from the shadows.
