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Chapter 460 Where did the Imperial Preceptor go?
Ba Shiba sat cross-legged at the highest point of Tian Gang Peak.

The weather is calm and sunny.

The once fierce winds seemed unwilling to disrupt the rare tranquility, vanishing without a trace.

Blue sky and white clouds.

Clouds roll and unroll.

Bashiba took a deep breath, and the white clouds drifting in the sky seemed to be pulled closer by this breath. As he exhaled, the white cloud scattered into wisps with a whoosh, disappearing into the world with the breeze.

The sky then appeared even more spacious and azure.

As the true qi circulated and he internally observed the entire body, the "川" character on Bashiba's forehead appeared even deeper.

The injury has healed.
However, his cultivation level has regressed.

The decline is not due to physical reasons, but rather psychological ones.

In the matter of the Great Yuan's succession, I ultimately made a mistake.

Akdun was not a qualified successor.

While external factors certainly played a role in the Yuan Dynasty's current predicament, my strong support for it back then was the most important reason.

It was precisely because he not only stepped forward but also took action that the vast majority of the court officials and tribes who were observing the situation chose to support Akdun.

It wasn't until afterward that Bashiba learned of the private agreement between Akdun, Rinpoche, and Xifeng Keqin.

The Three Kings Discussed Politics.

But by then, it was all too late.

Now, an opportunity for change has presented itself. If successful, the Great Yuan Dynasty can once again achieve unification and be reborn. Bashiba decided to descend the mountain once more; this time, he would set things right.

Over at Qingtongxia, the prince with half Qin blood is the best candidate to save the Yuan Dynasty from collapse. I hope he can return safely.

When Bashiba first heard Miao De say that the Tiele had used themselves as bait to attract the attention of the Beiting Protectorate, he was deeply moved.

There is a high chance that the Tiele will not return.

Standing up, with a flick of his sleeve, the grime that had accumulated on his body over the past few days vanished. Turning around, he looked at the farmers toiling away like ants in the endless wilderness in the distance.

Everyone has their own responsibilities.
Everyone has their own role to play.

Since you made a mistake earlier, you should try your best to correct it.

Everything should still be in time.

With one step, in the blink of an eye, we arrived at the mountainside.

Bashiba stopped and looked at the two Taoist priests who looked like immortals on the road ahead.

Ba Shiba's heart sank to the bottom.

Two innate masters have arrived at once. Where did they come from?
Where did the Beiting Protectorate suddenly get such a helper from?
"Amitabha!" A Taoist priest standing in front looked at Bashiba, placed one palm in front of his chest, and bowed slightly in greeting: "This humble Taoist priest is Liaoran, from Jiugong Mountain in Sichuan. I have long admired the great name of the Grand Yuan National Preceptor Bashiba and have come to pay him a visit!"

Ba Shiba's lips twitched slightly as he turned to look at another Taoist.

Compared to Ran's polite demeanor, this Taoist priest appeared much more hasty. Looking at Ba Shiba directly, he said, "This old Taoist's name is Yiming. I owe that brat Li Dachui a favor, but I can only repay it by doing things for him! I'm not like this fake Taoist priest with his sanctimonious air. Let me tell you the truth: if you don't leave Tiangang Peak, we can discuss Taoist techniques, cultivation levels, and innate abilities, and exchange insights. But if you want to go down the mountain to Yandu, we might have to fight. If one of us can defeat you, then it's a one-on-one fight. If you're stronger than us, then we'll both come at you together!"

Liao Ran, who was scolded, was not angry. He smiled and seemed to have a good temper: "Grand Preceptor, Yi Ming's words are rough but his reasoning is sound. This is the matter. In my opinion, people like us really don't need to get involved in the power struggles of this mortal world. Let those people do what they want."

Ba Shiba coldly replied, "If you weren't going to interfere, what would you be doing here?"

"It's precisely so that you, the Imperial Preceptor, won't go either! In the past few months that I've been outside the Great Wall, I've gained some new insights into the Innate Realm. Why don't we discuss them together here, Imperial Preceptor?" Liao Ran said.

"Well, we'll have to see what you're made of first!" Ba Shiba stood there, raised his fist and shook it.

He held one palm upright in front of his chest, his smile unchanged.

A gentle breeze seemed to blow by, causing ripples to spread across Liao Ran's robes, but he remained completely still.

Yiming walked over with a stern face, casually flicking his whisk. Bashiba immediately took a step back, but it was too late. In an instant, countless tears appeared on his clothes.

Eighth Master Ba was furious.

This Daoist Liaoran does indeed seem to be a person of great cultivation and refinement. He only defends when I attack. But this Yiming is extremely shameless. He attacks when I am about to exhaust my old strength and before I can generate new strength. He has no semblance of the demeanor of a Daoist master.
However, as the two attacked and defended, Ba Shiba realized that he probably wouldn't be able to leave Tiangang Peak today.

Neither of these two is weaker than me, and if they join forces, I have absolutely no chance of winning.

Eighth Master Ba Weiran sighed and stepped aside to let him pass: "Please, but my dwelling is dilapidated and I'm afraid it won't meet your standards!"

Yiming strode forward, walked up to Liaoran, and said, "Look, this time I was the shameless one, next time it'll be your turn!"

Hearing what the two said, Ba Shiba was even more astonished.

The clouds continued to drift and swirl on the mountaintop, but Bashiba's mood grew even more gloomy.

"Can the Tiele still return?" Bashiba asked, sitting cross-legged on a large rock.

"I'm afraid they won't be able to come back!" Liao Ran said, "The Tiele used themselves as bait to lure the Beiting Protectorate into their trap, but the Beiting Protectorate was fully aware of this and had other plans."

"So, you were fully aware of Tiele and Jebe's plan from beginning to end?"

"Is there any need to say more?" Yiming laughed. "Yesterday, Xiao Changche broke through Bafang City, and Wutu was killed in battle. Right now, the elite troops of the Beiting Protectorate are rushing towards Yandu. Bashiba, the Yuan Kingdom is about to come to an end! Your time as the Grand Preceptor is also coming to an end!"

"Even if the Tiele don't return, Jebe and Yeli still have tens of thousands of troops under their command, and there are also tens of thousands of troops in Yandu. If the two sides can join forces, they will have 100,000 elite troops. The Northern Court's ambition to destroy our Great Yuan is a bit too big."

"I don't know how they fight, but judging from Xiao Changche's appearance, he seems very confident!" Yiming said impatiently, "Anyway, Liaoran and I just need to keep you from coming down the mountain to get involved. The rest is none of our business!"

"Could it be that something has happened in the city?" Bashiba suddenly realized something.

"Whether things change or not is none of your business!" Yiming said. "Either we sit down and discuss the Dao, or we fight. If you beat us, you can go. But in my opinion, you will most likely suffer a great defeat."

(End of this chapter)