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"Anyone who wants to go to war with us is overestimating themselves."

The Taoist priests whispered among themselves, their words filled with anger.

The Celestial Master's Treasure is a supreme treasure of Taoism and cannot be given to outsiders.

The newly appointed abbot of Baiyun Temple, Li Mo, remained calm. He was Zhang Ruoxu's only successor and was known among the other abbots and fellow disciples for his omnipotence.

"Uncle-Master, what do you think of George Bernard Shaw's abilities?"

Zhang Ruochen paused for a moment, his eyes flickering as he looked at Li Mo. When he noticed the strange look in the other man's eyes, his heart skipped a beat.

"You are the abbot of Baiyun Temple, and you should take on the responsibility of leading the sect. Don't think about other things too much."

Is he really that good?

"His master said he couldn't abandon anyone."

Li Mo concealed the murderous intent in his eyes and returned to his previous appearance. Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly to himself and could only say, "Alright."

What do you think of his proposal?

Li Mo lowered his head, seemingly deep in thought, and spoke after a long while.

"Based on various reports, it can be concluded that the other party is not the kind of person who gives up easily. Since they have their eyes on the Celestial Master Map, they will definitely try every means to get their hands on it. We cannot avoid it."

An old Taoist priest said, "Master Li is right. George Bernard Shaw is a wolf; if we don't tame his temper, he will keep howling and crying."

The other person frowned: "Should we agree to his proposal?"

Li Mo said in a deep voice, "This is an opportunity. If we win, we can not only demonstrate the strength of the Dao Sect, but also cut off Zhi Shou's hand, deterring him from having any further thoughts..."

"But the Celestials' plan is..."

"The celestial map is in a forbidden area. It has not been seen for a hundred years, and no one knows what it looks like."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what was going on. They secretly praised Li Mo and looked at him with strange eyes, never expecting that the new abbot of Baiyun Temple would be so cunning.

However, this practice goes against Taoist doctrine, and it's somewhat embarrassing to talk about it.

Zhang Ruochen coughed and asked, "Do you have any other ideas?"

After a pause, seeing no response, he continued.

"Then let's leave it at that. This competition is related to the reputation of the Taoist sect. If we lose, our sect will not be able to hold its head high for decades. So please go back and discuss with the other Taoist temples to try to select three disciples under the age of thirty-five who are the strongest in martial arts."

"George Bernard Shaw has given you five days. Please prepare as soon as possible!"

After the conversation ended, the crowd dispersed, leaving only two people in the large room.

Li Mo looked at him with a distant gaze.

"At that time, the birds in the sky surrounded Baiyun Temple. I was flying through the clouds and didn't see it with my own eyes. Later, I heard that the birds had bombs hidden inside their bodies. Once they exploded, the entire Qingyun Mountain would be reduced to ashes." As he spoke, he squinted, a look of confusion in his eyes.

"I searched through all the Taoist classics, but I couldn't find a single technique with such power."

Sometimes I wonder, "Should Taoism change its practices after May 5.7th?"

Zhang Ruochen didn't understand what he meant and couldn't help but speak.

"What are you talking about? The Taoist tradition has been passed down for thousands of years, and it has always been like this."

Li Mo couldn't help but sigh: "Uncle, can't you feel it? Public opinion isn't on our side. Most ordinary people support Zhang Ajiu's actions, and very few people are speaking up for us. The higher-ups have remained silent from beginning to end."

"Silence means consent."

"In a sense, we are the enemy of this world."

Zhang Ruochen angrily retorted, "How could you have such a thought?"

Li Mo gave a wry smile.

"It's not that I think this way, but that the times are changing too fast and there's no time to react."

During the Cold War, our power was enough to easily decapitate enemies and determine the balance of the supernatural world. Whether a dynasty or a king, we were indispensable. Now, all of that is gone.

Chapter 1435 The End

"The widespread use of technology makes it easy for powerful individuals to identify aliens with superpowers in a crowd. They have even developed a technology to enhance these superpowers, allowing aliens to fight demons and monsters and maintain the balance of the superpower world with us." He paused, then shook his head.

"My eldest uncle must feel this most deeply."

Zhang Ruochen is the representative of the Baiyun species, and one of his tasks is to assist the Special Affairs Department in dealing with supernatural phenomena.

Without waiting for a reply, Li Mo continued.

"Upholding the 'Slaying Immortals' banner will inevitably lead to the decline of the Daoist sect; this is a natural consequence and cannot be changed by individual will."

“Talent that cannot be allocated will be exhausted. The Taoist sect has a transcendent status, but it has not produced the corresponding ability. It may be feasible in the short term, but in the long run, it will inevitably arouse the dissatisfaction of those in power.”

"No, they're already unhappy."

In discussing this point, we cannot help but reveal a complex view filled with anxiety about the future, and this view is...

“Challenging the Ajiu branch is a signal that they condone this behavior and even cheer it on, which is exactly how Xu Fu-Xiao feels and why he puts it into action without restraint.”

"There's a reason for all of this, but unfortunately we discovered it too late."

His words made Zhang Ruochen's hair stand on end.

You're overthinking it.

A bitter smile appeared on Li Mo's lips. He knew that it was useless to talk about this with an elder of the Daoist sect like his martial uncle. They had long been accustomed to the comfortable life brought by their extraordinary status and had no sense of crisis whatsoever.

"You know what, old man, if possible, I hope we lose this game."

"You're crazy!"

Zhang Ruochen hurriedly looked outside, only to find no one there. He then muttered to himself.

"What nonsense are you talking about? This competition is about the dignity of the Taoist sect. We absolutely cannot lose."

Remer emphasized.

"For me, it's worth it to exchange a fake copy of 'The Celestial Master's Revelation' for a reform of Taoism."

"You are..."

Zhang Ruochen was both angry and furious: "You can say these things to me, but don't spread them around."

"Does my martial uncle think I'm wrong?"

Zhang Ruochen sighed, "I am old and cannot understand the thoughts of you young people, but I know one thing: the current status of Dao Sect was earned by countless predecessors with their lives, and it should not be lost in our hands."

"In competition, you can only win, but you can never lose."

...

The news of Ju Jingyi's showdown with the "doctors" has caused a huge uproar online.

Celebrities in the ancient martial arts world stood up to defend Aci, and major media outlets followed suit, launching related programs to comprehensively analyze the fighting strength of both sides.

The fans were equally enthusiastic, holding events outside the hotel every day.

In an instant, everyone sided with Ajiu, and voices supporting Daozong were almost completely silenced.

Time passed by unnoticed, and less than four days later, a special guest arrived at the hotel.

The visitor wore glasses, had his hair parted in a 3:7 ratio, and was dressed appropriately, giving off a composed impression.

"Hello, Mr. Xiao, I am Dai Yunkai."

Xu Fu looked at the business card that the bodyguard handed him.

"...Is the CEO of Burnco your true personality?"

What does Mr. Xiao think?

"The general manager is not allowed to enter my room."

After saying this, he turned around, walked to the wine cabinet, and slammed it shut.

What shall we drink? Wine, tea, or coffee?

I like to drink tea.

Dai Yunkai took out a wooden box that was 15 centimeters long and 15 centimeters wide. The packaging was very thin. "Please use the tea inside if it's usable."

Xu Fu opened the wooden box, and a fragrant aroma immediately wafted out: the red tea leaves lay quietly inside, emitting a faint fragrance that was refreshing and delightful.

"Top-grade Da Hong Pao tea, a superior tea with an annual production of only three pieces. Your generosity is truly remarkable, sending two pieces at once. It's a pity that it reminds me of some unpleasant memories."

"What is it? You can tell me."

While brewing tea, Xu Fu cut off a few slices and put them in the cup.

“My grandfather’s life was full of ups and downs. When he was young, he left his hometown to make a living in a foreign country. He suffered countless hardships and was tormented by countless crimes. One of the things that impressed me the most was that 25 years ago, he was wanted by the FBI and CIA for helping a friend go abroad. That time, he almost lost half his life.”

"Does Mr. Dai know how it all started?"

Dai Yunkai laughed and said, "I'd like to hear it."

That's it.

Xu Fu pointed to a wooden box on the table: "A gift from a friend, a bright red coat."

“From then on, Grandpa stopped drinking Da Hong Pao tea and put the remaining tea leaves in the cupboard, which I then took out and drank.” Mu Guan said, turning to face the audience.