Chapter 703 – A Story about a City and a Blade (II) (1/2)
Chapter 703 – A Story about a City and a Blade (II)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Wang Po understood.
He and Chen Changsheng wanted to kill Zhou Tong.
The other side wanted to kill him and Chen Changsheng.
The Wenshui Tang clan's choice, due to their different stances towards him and Chen Changsheng, had deviated somewhat.
But there were still two matters that he did not understand.
If one treated the Tang clan as purely merchants who placed profit above all, why did they want Chen Changsheng to die?
Everyone knew that Chen Changsheng and Tang Tang were extremely close friends. Chen Changsheng's becoming the next Pope would present enormous benefits for the Tang clan.
”White Emperor City also does not agree with Chen Changsheng's becoming the next Pope. This is also a question that many people do not understand.”
The Tang Second Master explained, ”That is because White Emperor City has an even better choice. However, it's true that Chen Changsheng is the best choice for my Tang clan, but for me, it's the worst choice.”
The one Chen Changsheng had a good relationship with was Tang Tang, not the Wenshui Tangs, and even less the Tang Second Master.
Wang Po asked, ”This being the case, why did the Old Master listen to you?”
The Tang Second Master said, ”You know that the Old Master detested the Divine Empress. What Chen Changsheng did greatly displeased the Old Master.”
At this moment, a clear hum of a sword was heard from the snow and wind at the end of the street, followed by the shining of sword glows.
Chen Changsheng's figure flickered in and out of the snow.
With a groan, a bloody odor penetrated through the snow and came to where they were seated.
The battle on that side had already begun, but Wang Po's blade was still on the table, unmoving.
Wang Po drew his gaze back and placed it back on the blade still drowned in snow. ”You can't even wait ten-some days?”
The entire continent knew that the Pope's illness was growing more and more serious. As autumn transformed to winter, as the season came to a close, the final ten-some days had come.
Even if the Great Zhou Imperial Court, White Emperor City, and the Wenshui Tang clan wanted to snatch away the seat of the Pope, why could they not wait ten-some days?
”His Holiness the Pope is a Saint. When he dies, thunder and lightning will follow, and he will have plans for the aftermath.”
The Tang Second Master continued, ”What we want to do is throw his plans into disorder by using the simplest method, resolving what might be the most complicated of matters in the future.”
Even if the Pope returned to the sea of stars and the entire world knew of his plans, who would dare oppose his final decree?
Once the Orthodoxy's will united into an impregnable fortress, even someone as powerful as Shang Xingzhou or as scheming as the Wenshui Tangs would find it very challenging to drive Chen Changsheng from the Li Palace.
To kill Chen Changsheng ahead of time was undoubtedly many times simpler than acting against him once he was seated on the throne of the Pope.
At this moment, this seemed like the most accurate answer to this problem, but before this appearance of this solution, no one had thought of it before.
No one would have thought that just before the Pope was about to leave the world, Shang Xingzhou would not only lack the patience to wait, but would even choose, before the Pope had even left the world…to strike.
”Who decided this?” Wang Po asked the Tang Second Master.
The Tang Second Master smiled. ”It was naturally the decision of the esteemed master of the Dao. I just offered my own wisdom at the appropriate juncture.”
Wang Po looked into his eyes and said, ”After so many years, you still like to play around with these tricks.”
”Right, because that's what I'm good at,” the Tang Second Master indifferently proclaimed, his smile vanishing.
Many years ago, the current Principal of the Heavenly Dao Academy, Zhuang Zhihuan, met him in Wenshui.
From then until now, Zhuang Zhihuan had always been startled by the Tang Second Master's talent in cultivation, but he was even more startled at how it had been wasted.
In the entire world, only the Old Master of the Tang clan roughly understood why he cared so little for his precious talent, giving it up like it was a pair of worn-out shoes.
Because no matter how high his talent, he could not reach higher than Wang Po, and no matter how diligently he cultivated, he could not surpass Wang Po.
Many years ago, he unwillingly and despairingly recognized this fact.
Thus, the Tang Second Master who once had limitless future prospects became the tyrannical hedonist of Wenshui City, gradually fading into obscurity.
No one knew that he had only given up on cultivation. In silence, he had placed all his efforts in another aspect, well aware that only this way could he defeat Wang Po.
In wisdom, strategy, unfeeling schemes, and judging and using people's minds.
”In terms of fighting, I might not be able to reach you for the rest of my life.
”But in other aspects, you don't even have the right to carry my shoes.
”I understand the clearest what each person cares about or wants, what thresholds they can't pass, where the shadows they can't see are.
”Everyone says that Wang Po's path of the blade is straight. You sell your straightness to seek fame, so what you care about the most is naturally fame.
”Today, I used the fame that you desire to suppress your blade, so what can you do?”