Facing Yinluo's gentle and obedient smile, Sun Lang also smiled.
But his smile was a little stiff.
Yes, you'll be able to see Ping Yang soon … So what do you mean?
Don't mess around, you can't beat her.
And that's not the main point.
You're not as eloquent as Miss Zhao. That's not your character. Don't do something that's not in line with your character. Do you want to show her who's boss?
Ping Yang was very honest. She did not know how to speak and was introverted. At the very least, she would complain loudly and jump up and down when she was teased. She would only respond weakly like a little deer and would even hide at the side and cry.
So …
— Forget it, f * ck, why should I care about this kind of thing?
Shen Yaohua's matter hasn't been dealt with yet!
Am I panicking?!
Catgirl's matter hasn't been dealt with yet!
Am I panicking?!
Ke Nan's matter hasn't been dealt with yet!
Am I panicking?!
And Bao … Bah!
Anyway, I'm not panicking about these things. Why should I panic about such a small matter?!
He showed a calm expression.
What's there to be afraid of?
Don't be afraid.
This kind of situation is simple.
History is like a mirror, reflecting the results of all problems. Many of the problems faced by human beings have long been indicated in the vast history books. History has told us more than once that when internal conflicts are difficult to resolve but must be resolved, the only solution is to provoke external conflicts, thus diverting or suppressing internal conflicts.
So, how do you solve this kind of internal conflict that affects your lifestyle?
The answer is simple.
Use external conflicts to shift and cover it up.
How do you stir up external conflicts?
The answer is also simple.
Fight the Emperor.
As long as they hit the Emperor, it would be fine. As long as they hit the Emperor, it would be fine.
Look, I'm having a fierce battle with the terrifying imperial power. My life is on the line. I'm using the world as a chessboard and the common people as a bet. I'm fighting for this bright world. I'm so great and noble. How can you be so shameless to make a fuss over such trivial matters?
Yes, perfect.
Don't panic. Steady, steady, at least for now.
Yinluo is gentle and kind, while Ping Yang is shy and introverted. They're both good people who stand aloof from worldly affairs. How can they hurt each other when they're together?
They'll only love each other.
Steady, steady.
Sun Lang thought happily.
Apart from him, everyone else in the carriage fell into deep thought.
Everyone had their own thoughts and plans.
It was mainly because Sun Lang had revealed too many important things today.
Especially the many secrets related to Sun Lang and the Nation-protecting Sword Saint.
The real Sword Saint of the Earth Houtu was surrounded and killed by the Imperial Court in the Great Desolate Mountain, and then disappeared. The unknown Princess Pingyang played the role of the Sword Saint of the Nation for two years.
For Lu Shu-jen and Zhao Yunlong, although this was a big secret, it was not shocking enough. It was unexpected and reasonable.
For Zhang Yinluo and Zhao Feihuang, although this secret was shocking enough, it seemed that there was no value in knowing it. Even if they told it to others, they didn't know who to tell.
Only Kuril … the undying Li Huo Mao Zi of the Empress Mother Earth. Today, she could be said to have a great time listening to this. The Empire's biggest scandal had come out of Sun Lang's mouth as if nothing had happened. After some processing, it would definitely become a super big news that would shock the world for 50 years.
If this information was sent back to St. Urie Castle, His Majesty the Emperor would go crazy with joy …
She murmured, "Are you really not going to Li Huo?
You'll definitely receive an unprecedented grand reception from the Church. With the information and secrets you have, plus your own talent and value, I think the Church will not be stingy with the title of Saint … Really! "
Zhao Yunlong said lightly, "What does Sun Lang want? Does he need the Emperor to give it to him?
What he said today had entered your ears. It's better for you to keep it in your heart. "
Courrier just lost her composure because of excitement. After all, she had dug out a big secret that was enough to shake the order and reputation of the Empire. For a leader of a foreign reactionary force like her, it was a great opportunity that she had yearned for even in her dreams … But after the excitement, she calmed down.
Without solid evidence, no witnesses, and no cooperation from Sun Lang, even if this secret information was sent back to St. Urie Castle, it wouldn't have the effect it should have. Even if the Emperor made it public, it would only be for show. Maybe it would give the Empire an excuse to attack.
She seemed to understand why Sun Lang casually revealed this big secret.
Houtu was an invincible country. It was a behemoth that suppressed everything. Such a country was the ultimate combination of violence, desire, ambition, and evilness of human beings. It was the most terrible monster in the world.
The existence of such a monster in the world meant uncountable harm, sorrow, and sin. Just like how beasts would trample on innocent ants without knowing it, the existence of such a huge and powerful country would definitely cause countless tragedies unintentionally and cause uncountable malice and dissatisfaction. How could such a monster that lived in curses, malice, schemes, and conspiracies be afraid of the attack of rumors?
Yes, rumors. Sun Lang was the Saint Swordsman of the Empire. The Saint Swordsman of the Empire was betrayed and besieged in the Great Desolate Mountain. The Saint Swordsman of the Empire who returned to the capital with endless glory was a fake. These were not facts. As long as there was no evidence and no proof, they were all rumors.
Rumors couldn't hurt a monster like the Empire.
Only iron-like facts could hurt it. Only facts could hurt it. Only facts could hurt it. Only facts could break it. Only facts could disgrace it.
And the only person who could do this was Sun Lang.
Only he could turn an illusory rumor into an iron-clad fact, a fact that everyone acknowledged, a fact that the monster could not ignore … "Evidence" and "truth" were divine swords that could cut through anything, but only the most powerful person could wield this divine sword. Only the most powerful person could turn this illusory sword into an unparalleled sharpness, piercing through the monster's shameless shell and piercing through its heart in one fell swoop.
Only he could do it.
Courrier, who realized this, began to tremble slightly.
She was excited.
It was right to stay in the Empire. It was right to go to the capital with them.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have had the chance to see all this.
"It has nothing to do with country origin. It has nothing to do with duty or loyalty. It's just my personal selfishness."
She stood up from this relatively small space station and then solemnly half-knelt before Sun Lang, like a knight swearing allegiance to her monarch.
"Since I can remember, the monks and nuns of the Academy of Holy Precepts have told us to remember that in the south of the Divine Power of Flames covered by frost but with an undying fire, there is an awe-inspiring country called the Houtu Empire. In the world of martial arts, it is the biggest imaginary enemy of the Fire of Flames. It is the obstacle to the glory of the Church … It is a powerful country that we want to catch up with but can never catch up with."
"The one who knows you best will always be your enemy."
"The one who knows the Empire best is us."
"The more we know, the more scared, shaken, and powerless we are."
"More than once, we have wondered if we can never catch up with the Empire, if we can never defeat that behemoth …"
She showed a fanatical expression. She looked at Sun Lang as if she saw a legend.
"But today, who would have thought that the invincible Houtu Empire, the martial arts country that seems invincible, has a person who has the power to subvert and change it …"
"Until today, I am convinced that you can really do it … Challenging the most horrible war group in the world with your own strength. It turns out that someone can really do it."
She lowered her head and said in an unprecedentedly solemn tone, "No matter what you want to do, no matter what your purpose is, no matter how far you want to go, I beg you, please use my power, please allow me to participate, please allow me to see … For a warrior, this is the glory of a lifetime."
Before Sun Lang could say anything, Zhao Yunlong, who was at the side, complained, "Hey, Mao, do you Li Fire people often make such a ruckus, kneeling down and swearing allegiance?"
Yinluo also heard these words. She did not say anything, but looking at Courrier, she frowned slightly and seemed to think of something in the past. Her eyes flashed with uneasiness.
Sun Lang also frowned slightly.
Li Fire … Houtu …
He suddenly thought of the will of fire … The spirit hidden in the gun that was taken away by the Li Fire Nation after the first Great War of Tianyuan. It was obtained from the Sky Demon.
He also saw that after Courrier said those words, the eyes of the Hairy girl, who was usually calm and wise, flashed with unusual excitement and even brutality.
Did the hostility and competitive attitude of the Hairy people toward Houtu really come from the acquired teaching?