Chen Ping's Sword

"Disciple, how could I not know that the Beizhou barbarians have the ambition of wolves and are indeed ungrateful scoundrels? However, if this plan succeeds, not only will your Master Mingyu be in contention for one of the ten true transmission positions in the Black Lotus Hall, but we could also gain favor with the Zhao Family and marry their legitimate daughter.

By then, with the Zhao Family’s resources, not only are we likely to form a First-Grade Dao Pill, but we might also aspire to become a True Monarch.

And as for me, your master, I will also rise with the tide, and upon returning to the Black Lotus Hall, at worst, I might still secure a leisurely elder position."

Chen Ping’s perspective shifted, discovering that he was possessing Shui Wuyan’s body.

Before he could take in his surroundings, he saw a middle-aged man in a black robe with a shaved head before him.

This person’s features were deeply carved, with a high nose and wide mouth, giving him an imposing presence.

Yet, his gaze was notably gentle, embodying the demeanor of a teacher, patiently conveying the principles of clandestine operations.

’This must be Venerable Mingxin, reputed to be an Esoteric Sect master from the Black Lotus Sect, and a combat power behind the Beizhou Dynasty.

It was him who silently ventured into the Great Li’s Yujing, clashing several times with Ji Family’s patriarch Ji Tang, seeing little to gain, and with Yujing shrouded in fortuitous qi, it was challenging to make a move, so he retreated.’

This move made the world clearly understand.

These high-level Venerable Divine Martial individuals have always existed.

Their inactivity does not mean they won’t act; when crucial moments arise, these immortal beings are the decisive forces behind the dynasty’s rise and fall.

"On this outing, you must forget your Black Lotus Hall origins and singularly assist Yuwen Mu in breaking Great Li’s qi number; this is Heaven’s Mandate."

"Master, there is something I do not understand. We in the Black Lotus Hall are not of barbarian origin, and these unrefined Hu People do not seem capable of amassing the world’s qi number and forming Dragon Luck. Why must we assist them?

If we are to contend with the Ji Family, why not choose a Rebel King within Great Li and directly seize the world, which would be more straightforward?"

Chen Ping, occupying Shui Wuyan’s body in an unknown location, calmly listened to these secrets.

He roughly understood.

The current scene appeared to be about ten years prior, just as Shui Wuyan was preparing to travel to Beizhou’s golden tent.

Venerable Mingxin, as his master, tirelessly imparted guidance, intent on forcibly advancing Beizhou’s southern invasion.

They placed their pieces early, naturally with a purpose.

Shui Wuyan’s doubts.

In truth, Chen Ping shared them.

He could not fathom.

Why would esteemed individuals assist Beizhou barbarians, whose governance style leaned towards "survival of the fittest"?

Even if they conquered the world, what benefit would these high-level individuals gain?

Do they desire to see this side of Heaven and Earth becoming a bloody pasture?

"Disciple, you are not aware, some doubts are comprehensible. Our Nine Demon Suppression Halls have varied cultivation directions. The Technique of forming the True Dragon Dharma Body by accumulating the qi number of all living beings is most valued in Azure Dragon Hall and Imperial Extreme Hall. Yet, our Black Lotus Hall’s core cultivation technique focuses not on Dragon Qi, but incense."

Venerable Mingxin’s head shone slightly, his eyes contained infinite compassion.

"I ask you, under what circumstances do the hundreds of millions of people in the world pray to gods and Buddhas, earnestly believing for aid?"

"Naturally, in times of despair, when life and death are beyond their control."

Shui Wuyan reacted swiftly and immediately understood.

"Only amidst despair can the most beautiful flowers bloom. Your Master Mingyu realized this early, and a century ago began spreading doctrines in the Western Desert for today.

Once all beings are in turmoil, spreading the teachings at this time will gather heart incense, the Black Lotus will bloom, borrowing power from the other shore, certainly achieving the First-Grade Dao Pill, true transmission position, which no one can snatch away."

Damn.

This guy is poisonous.

Chen Ping listened quietly; if he were not merely witnessing the past’s projection and unable to interfere, he might have burst out cursing.

For what incense?

For what Black Lotus Blooming, it seemed Mingyu and Mingxin, the two siblings, plan to leverage the Beizhou barbarians to incite war, transforming this world into a furnace, making life unbearable.

Then, people will eagerly seek heavenly protection...

Offering a promise of happiness in the afterlife, they will offer their faith without reservation, forsaking everything.

Such methods, even if seen through, cannot truly be broken.

Further, Chen Ping had to admit.

The opponent’s actions might really succeed.

Because human nature is like this.

If the world is peaceful, with people living contently, self-sufficient, they might be proud and independent, thinking of Immortals and Buddhas as complete nonsense.

However, if the world is a hell, with people trapped in turmoil, at the brink of death...

Amidst numbness and pain, having no alternatives, they will seek divine aid, losing themselves completely.

The latter is the path the Black Lotus Hall plots.

They intend to transform the world into hell.

Moreover, they have particularly found a "good knife," the Beizhou barbarians.

When all Great Li people are desperate, the Beizhou barbarians will not act amicably; they will attack and enslave one another.