Chapter 1800: Strange Movements! (2/2)
As Ü-Tsang's Imperial Minister who was famed for his intellect, Dalon Trinling felt for the first time that he had encountered a true opponent. No matter what he did, he seemed entirely unable to manipulate and control this Great Tang youth.
”Come; deliver this letter for me to the Emperor of the Great Tang. In this period, it is not convenient for us to make them our enemies.”
Dalon Trinling took out a prepared letter from his sleeve. He had seemingly prepared for both Li Ying's failure and his success.
”In addition, help me get ready. In the next few days, I plan to visit the Great Snow Mountain and request a meeting with the High Monk!”
”Yes!”
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Past the Cong Mountains, past Samarkand and Khorasan, was the Arabian Empire.
”Damn it!”
In the imperial capital of Baghdad, in the imperial palace, the mighty Caliph of Arabia savagely scowled, his burly fingers instantly crushing the letter in his hand into powder.
”Those incompetent Confucians! My trust in them was wasted! In the end, they still allowed Wang Chong to attain military authority!”
Wang Chong!
Although the Caliph didn't know the Tang language, he had at least learned how to read these two words. Every time he thought about how Qutaybah and one million elites had died to this young Tang commander, his heart ached.
His massive empire that had flourished and prospered under his rule had at one point been on the verge of falling, with the capital of Baghdad being threatened. This was an unprecedented humiliation that he would never forget.
”High Priest, I've waited for so long. Just when can I wash away this disgrace and annihilate that Great Tang of the east, flattening their world? Must we continue to promote their lowly language?”
The furious Caliph turned to the black-robed and mysterious High Priest, whose face was shrouded in black fog.
The Confucians were promoting the Tang language in Arabia every day. Its defeat in battle had caused Arabia's prestige to plunge to its nadir, and numerous Confucians had rushed into Araba and established numerous schools. This had caused the number of people learning the Tang language in Arabia to greatly surpass the numbers in other countries.
This was something he had never expected when he first allowed the Confucians inside his borders.
Even if he wanted to ban this practice now, he could no longer do so. After all, this would essentially be a declaration of war, and Arabia had yet to finish its preparations.
All the servants and guards in the palace trembled in silence in fear of the Caliph's rage, all of them backing away. But the High Priest stood there like a wooden pillar, not moving an inch. He gave off not even the smallest ripple of energy, making it seem like he didn't even exist.
Just when the Caliph was reaching the limits of his patience, the High Priest's black robe trembled, and a cold and emotionless voice came from within.
”It's about time. Your Majesty, the storm you have awaited has finally descended!”
”Ah!”
The Caliph was startled, but before he could react…
Boom!
The Imperial Palace of Baghdad fiercely trembled as a massive storm of energy erupted from the southwest, so intense that its ripples could be felt across the entire empire, even in Baghdad.
”This is…”
Upon sensing that familiar energy, Caliph Mutasim III's eyes widened in delight.
”Hierophant, you've finally emerged from seclusion!”
The mention of this Hierophant had Mutasim III's expression turning extremely respectful, almost on the same level of respect he paid to the High Priest.
After a long period of silence, a voice with a magnetic allure, dignified and deep, traveled along the ripples of energy into the Imperial Palace.
”I already know of the situation in the east. In six days, I will emerge from seclusion, at which time I will fulfill Your Majesty's desire!”
”Good! Wonderful! We will personally welcome the great Hierophant at that time!”
Mutasim III was trembling with excitement.
The Hierophant!
Any Arab knew what this title signified. It was the only person who, despite being a subject, could wield an influence above that of the sovereign, a truly supreme existence.
Before the Battle of Talas, Mutasim III would have loathed to see this person appear, as the title of Hierophant alone presented an enormous threat to his royal authority. But things were different now. As long as he could kill that Tang War God called Wang Chong and seize that country to his east, washing away his shame, he truly did not care about anything else.
Compared to the disgrace of being defeated by foreigners from the east, the threat the Hierophant posed to his authority was irrelevant!
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