Achieving the Dao from the Hundred Schools of Thought

Bo Pi chuckled, feigning displeasure.

"Our friendship is higher than the sky and deeper than the four seas! I was just curious, yet you are so wary of me."

"Enough, enough, I won't ask anymore."

Bo Pi's thoughts raced; before he could even finish his joking remark, he had already weighed the options in his mind.

Help the Vietnamese!

Even the Great King can obtain the King's Sword!

Bo Pi was both a favored minister and a loyal minister!

Helping Goujian return to his country would not only fulfill the king's wish but also gain three Yue cities.

A win-win-win situation!

only……

Bo Pi spoke without pausing, looking at Fan Li's delighted expression, and laughed loudly:

"Friendship is friendship, and business is business! I still need two small cities before I will help your Yue Kingdom!"

"Can!"

Fan Li's answer was extremely concise.

If Goujian cannot return to his country, even if Yue has hundreds or thousands of cities, it will have nothing to do with Fan Li!

The most urgent task is to get the king back!

Bo Pi nodded in satisfaction, though he felt a little regretful.

That's too little.

But business people value integrity above all else!

"If you want to return home, the King's Sword alone is not enough. You also need a legitimate reason to silence some people."

Bo Pi did not explicitly say who it was, but the two knew perfectly well.

"What are your thoughts, Lord Dazai?"

Bo Pi put down his empty wine cup, slowly poured himself a cup, and gestured for Fan Li to sit down, pouring him a cup of fine wine as well.

The movements were fluid and graceful, a pleasure to watch.

Fan Li did not urge him, but raised his wine cup to toast Bo Pi.

"Bang—".

The jade cups clinked together, and Bo Pi drank it all in one gulp before saying:

"Ancestral worship!"

"What does Lord Dazai mean?"

Fan Li understood, but still feigned doubt, letting Bo Pi finish speaking.

"With the death of the crown prince, the only person in the Yue royal family who could perform the ancestral rites was Goujian."

If a branch of the family were to preside over the sacrificial rites... wouldn't the throne of your Yue kingdom also fall to a branch?

Fuchai needed to control the Yue royal family. If the Yue people elected a new king, Goujian would be useless.

"Lord Bo Pi's strategies are truly divine; even Fan Li is ashamed of his own inferiority!"

Fan Li, looking as if he had been taught a lesson, stood up respectfully and bowed.

"Fan Li wishes to see my king; please make the arrangements, Grand Tutor."

"Alright, Goujian will be unattended tonight, so you may go."

……

Nighttime, in the cave.

Goujian looked impatient, but he suppressed his anger and did not lash out.

You, Fan Li, have said something nice, promising to be loyal to me forever.

But where is the Sword of Kings?! Why didn't you bring it here?!

The current situation leaves no room for Goujian to blame his subordinates. If he were to truly drive Fan Li away, Goujian's return to the country would become a laughing stock.

"Fan Li, why have you come to see me in such a hurry again?"

Fan Li noticed Goujian's displeasure, sighed inwardly, and relayed Mo Xie's words truthfully.

Including the death of Moye.

"The King's Sword is in Zuili? Then go and retrieve it for me!"

"Your Majesty, there are two peak Confucian and Taoist cultivators in Zhuli. Fan Li alone is not confident of seizing the treasure!"

If the Yue Kingdom's top repair force is mobilized, their identities will be impossible to conceal.

Fan Li relayed his concerns to Goujian.

Goujian remained silent, a smile appearing on his face.

Fan Li felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at Goujian.

"Is it that they can't hide their identities? Or that they can't be commanded anymore?!" Goujian's tone gradually rose, and with a series of questions, he tore Fan Li's pretense to shreds.

"If humans can't handle it, then go find the vampires, go find the dragons! Don't tell me you, Fan Li, didn't think of that!"

"That's just how you are, Fan Li. You're meticulous but not ruthless enough!"

They want to achieve lasting fame, but don't want to bear the infamy!

"Your Majesty..."

Goujian stood up angrily and pointed his finger directly at Fan Li.

"You don't need to explain! Just say you were acting on my orders, Goujian!"

Goujian did not give Fan Li a chance to speak, and threw the Yue King's sword from his waist to Fan Li.

"Take this! You represent me and go find the Blood Sea Rakshasa!"

As soon as the Yue King's sword left his body, Goujian's first-tier human king aura immediately dropped significantly.

If there are any more mishaps, Goujian will fall from the throne.

"Here you go!"

Having achieved his goal, Fan Li immediately accepted the order and left.

Little did they know that the King's Sword, which they had tried so hard to seize, was currently gathering dust in the Prince's residence.

Zuili, the young master's residence.

The sun, like wings, flutters in the sky as it sets in the west, and the color of its true fire changes from white to orange.

"Weiyang, again!"

Zhuang Weiyang looked at Wang Zidi, who was also holding a wooden sword and seemed quite interested, with a pained expression, and pleaded:

"Second Young Master, the sun is about to set today, let's practice again tomorrow!"

Prince Di received a precious sword as a reward from King Fuchai, and out of boredom, he conceived the idea of ​​practicing swordsmanship.

They called it "not wanting to disappoint their father's expectations."

This put Zhuang Weiyang in a difficult position.

As her Qi and blood increased, Zhuang Weiyang's strength also increased.

Now, when he practices with Wang Zidi, it's like carving flowers on tofu.

One must always be fully aware of the need to control one's strength and restrain one's power.

Otherwise, a single sword strike would take Prince Di's life.

"Fine, Weiyang, you're such a spoilsport. You weren't like this back at the academy!"

Zhuang Weiyang felt as if she had been granted a pardon, and casually tossed the wooden sword in her hand back onto the weapon rack.

"Second Young Master, I'll be leaving now!"

"you……"

Prince Di looked at the wooden sword in his hand with a puzzled expression, muttering, "Why is there such a big difference? Before, we could have exchanged a few blows."

Zhuang Weiyang returned to the courtyard and closed the door tightly.

The most urgent task is to break through as soon as possible, but the road ahead is unknown, and Zhuang Weiyang has no direction to strive for.

"Let's ponder the three sayings passed down by Lao Tzu."

Half an hour later, Zhuang Weiyang opened her eyes and sighed softly.

"I still gained nothing. My path has nothing to do with those of my predecessors. I have never believed in those predecessors."

As for avoiding arrogance and impatience, and knowing when to advance and retreat, they seem useless for my path.

In the years since she transmigrated here, Zhuang Weiyang has been grinding away whenever her experience bar isn't full.

Arrogance? Not at all!

Those are traits possessed only by genius cultivators. What does that have to do with someone like me who's cheating?

As for knowing when to advance and when to retreat? I've been walking on thin ice my whole life! If it weren't for this blood curse, I would have left the Kingdom of Wu long ago, traveled the world, and sought an opportunity for a breakthrough.

"Never mind, I'll just go into a dream! If the Master comes, he can explain it to me again."

"I hope the Master won't say I'm hopeless, that I'm beyond redemption?"

"When Dreams Last a Thousand Years—Activate!"

Zhuang Weiyang lay down on the bed and immediately fell asleep.

"As expected, the teacher is still unavailable."

Zhuang Weiyang felt a little disappointed and went straight to her usual spot, reaching out to touch the desk drawer.

sugar!

When people are feeling down, sweets are their salvation!

Zhuang Weiyang popped the lollipop into her mouth, and the familiar strawberry flavor spread through her mouth.

"I wonder when Master will arrive. The various schools of thought on cultivation are too abstract, purely idealistic."

Just as Zhuang Weiyang was lost in thought, a cloud of mist drifted in from outside the window and condensed into a human shape.

It was none other than Zhao Qin, whom we hadn't seen in a long time!

Zhuang Weiyang was stunned for a moment. Looking at the distressed expression on Zhao Qin's face, Zhuang Weiyang also handed him a piece of candy.

"Brother Qin, what's wrong? You look even more worried than I am. What happened this time?"

Zhao Qin gave a wry smile, bowed, took the lollipop, and popped it into his mouth.

"Brother, this is a long story!"