A master of comedy!

Inside the secluded room, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, along with an indescribable, subtle scent, like orchids and musk.

Zhou Sheng did not touch the woman's bed. Instead, he found a futon, sat cross-legged, and calmed his turbulent emotions.

This girl is truly remarkable; one should look at her with new eyes after just three days.

At this moment, he could clearly hear how Jinse was talking to the followers outside.

She doesn't talk much, but she always gets straight to the point, hitting the nail on the head. Often, just a few words can calm people's hearts and inspire those below her.

"Although I do not agree with attacking Luoyang, the die is cast. What we need to do now is to figure out how to deal with the counterattack of the imperial army."

"Throughout the sect, everyone must unite against external threats and must never allow ourselves to become entangled internally!"

"Master Xu, you lead the brothers of the Mountain Banner to guard Hangu Pass; Master Li, you lead the brothers of the Fire Banner to prepare at least a thousand Thunderfire Pearls and bury them outside Yique Pass to guard the Yi River Valley..."

"Heavenly Vision and Earthly Hearing Generals, listen to my command! You two are to depart from Guangcheng Pass and Mengjin Pass respectively, to monitor the north and south of Luoyang. If you discover any enemy scouts, report to me and the Master!"

"Also, prepare rolling logs, hot oil, arrows, wound medicine, and gauze for city defense. Remember, looting is strictly prohibited. All expenses will be allocated from the imperial treasury..."

That powerful voice and the composed demeanor were truly a world apart from what he had shown before.

She possesses both ruthless methods and a compassionate heart, is as beautiful as a celestial being, and has exceptional cultivation. No wonder these heroes and outlaws within the Longhua Sect have held her in such high esteem over the years.

After listening for a while, Zhou Sheng stopped being distracted, took out the immortal peach given to him by Yaotai, and ate it.

The peaches melted in his mouth, exuding a rich fragrance, and almost instantly transformed into torrents of spiritual energy that surged into his body.

Such a huge fluctuation of spiritual energy should have caused a great impact, but Zhou Sheng's cultivation was too high and his physical body was too strong. Even the spiritual energy as powerful as a long river could not shake his tough meridians.

The wind that was stirred up at most only blew his robes and hair.

Moreover, just to be on the safe side, he specially cast a magic array to conceal it. Unless the old sect leader who was stationed in Luoyang City came in person, no one in the Longhua Sect would be able to detect any clues.

Zhou Sheng closed his eyes, focused his mind, and began to concentrate on refining and absorbing the spiritual energy of the immortal peach.

Jinse now faces two major challenges. The first is the court's strong counterattack and capture of Luoyang, a major event that will shake the world. No matter how corrupt the Great Xuan Dynasty is, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse, and its enraged counterattack will be extremely astonishing.

The second is the scheming of "one of our own".

A storm is brewing, and a knife from behind is often more dangerous than a storm brewing.

Of course, having survived six heavenly tribulations, Zhou Sheng was absolutely confident that no matter how the situation changed, he could ensure Jinse's safety.

Of course, the higher one's magical power, the better, because every step forward in cultivation can potentially affect the overall situation in the future.

This immortal peach was extraordinary. In order to please him, Yaotai did not hesitate to consume a large amount of spiritual energy and magic power, so that the peach tree would not be able to bear fruit for a hundred years.

Zhou Sheng now has over seven hundred years of cultivation, and he is very curious whether this immortal peach can help him cultivate to a thousand years of cultivation.

What kind of miraculous changes will occur after one's cultivation surpasses a thousand years?
……

Outside the secret room, two full hours had passed by the time Jinse saw off the last group of people.

She rubbed her slightly throbbing temples and sighed softly, feeling that dealing with these matters was more mentally taxing than reading ten music scores.

She was much freer back when she was in the Zhou family troupe. Back then, all she had to do was be a musician. She did whatever the troupe leader told her to do.

Unlike here, where sometimes you even have to say things against your conscience.

It was getting late. She glanced at her room and finally a relaxed smile appeared on her face. She was about to continue her efforts according to the precious book left by her master when she suddenly stopped.

A calm and refined voice rang out from outside. "Su Yulong requests an audience with the Holy Maiden."

Jinse's expression changed instantly, becoming very complicated. She sat up straight, and after a moment of hesitation, she slowly said, "Uncle Su, please come in."

Su Yulong, one of the four Dharma Kings of the Longhua Sect, was known as the White-Robed Immortal King because he liked to wear white and possessed extraordinary magical arts.

This person is the most steadfast supporter of the Buddha Mother lineage, and his devotion to the Buddha Mother is well known to many in the sect.

After the Buddha Mother disappeared, he steadfastly supported Jinse and was recognized as an elder of the Buddha Mother's lineage.

The man who walked in was a middle-aged man dressed in white, with a long beard, who looked somewhat weathered, yet still had a refined and elegant demeanor.

However, through his disheveled silver hair and the hint of weariness hidden deep in his eyes, it was not difficult to tell that he was already very old.

After Su Yulong entered, he kept his eyes straight ahead and bowed respectfully, without any flaws in his manners, as if he were a scholar from a prestigious family.

This is a stark contrast to the illiterate, ruthless tyrants within the church.

"Uncle Su... I thought you were too afraid to come see me."

Su Yulong raised his head and gazed at Jinse, a slight ripple appearing in his eyes. After a long while, he sighed softly.

Why does the saintess say that?

Jinse gazed at him quietly and said in a deep voice, "If I remember correctly, the invitation from Fengtian Palace was also given to me by Uncle Su. You advised me to go to the Heavenly Palace to seek help, but as soon as I left, the sect leader attacked Luoyang."

If she were still alive, as the successor of the Buddha Mother, the attack on Luoyang would absolutely not be possible without her.

All of this was meticulously planned.

Uncle Su, who was deeply devoted to his master and always supported her like an elder, had already secretly sided with the cult leader.

"why?"

Jinse looked at him with an unusually complicated expression.

Upon hearing those three words, Su Yulong's slightly hunched back straightened up, and the humility, gentleness, and calmness in his eyes vanished, replaced by an indescribable indifference.

"Because you are wrong."

He said, word by word, "Because you enabled the people of Luoyang... to survive."

Jinse was taken aback upon hearing this, and a look of confusion appeared in her eyes.

“We are rebelling, we are trying to overthrow this corrupt and decadent Li family dynasty. This is a business that will cost us our lives, not a game.”

"Throughout history, when have the people finally risen up in rebellion?"

"Only when you can't survive."

“Those common people, if they have even the slightest hope of survival, will choose to endure. What we need to do is not the rain that nourishes the wheat fields, but…”

His voice was cold and hard as ice: "It must become a raging fire that can burn across the world, making people suffer, making them resentful, and turning the Li family's empire into scorched earth!"

"The Li family royal family started this fire. What we should do is not put out the fire, but add fuel to the fire."

"Hatred, only hatred, is the best fuel for this fire. Only when the wheat rots in the fields can it truly destroy the Li family's empire!"

...(End of this chapter)