The True Lord has arrived

Chapter 248 This humble Taoist has some connections
Kai-ming frowned slightly. Zhou Yan's reaction was not beyond his expectations. He had a deep connection with the Yanhuang lineage, so he knew what choices these people would make in such a situation.

Ancestors above, your unfilial son, and so on.

Are we going from being compassionate and righteous to becoming lawless?

But that's why he's having a headache.

He tried very hard to explain to the young man how bad and difficult their current situation was.

Currently, our fighting force here is insufficient in number and too weak. We also need to protect a large number of ordinary civilians, so it's not suitable to engage in a direct and brutal confrontation. The enemy is in the open while we are in the shadows; the enemy is strong while we are weak. The best option is to temporarily avoid a direct confrontation and secretly accumulate strength, and so on...

"Even if you go in person, what difference will it make?"

Kaiming said solemnly, "Your current avatar is only at the sixth rank. Even if you have been trained by the Lord of War, your martial arts skills and combat awareness are unmatched in the same realm. In addition, you have mastered a part of the water system, so you can beat a fifth-rank."

"But there were six people on the other side."

"Three of them are envoys under [Shi], along with three Xuan officials who are with them. In your current state, you cannot defeat all six of them and are no match for them. Moreover, there is a certain probability that you will be pulled back to the Battle Will Space by the Lord of War to fight."

"Moreover, even if we could win, our whereabouts would inevitably be exposed."

"The other side has been preparing for this for at least five hundred years in Sichuan. You could tell from that water demon's words that there's something wrong with the water god of the Jialing River system. Hey—Kongming created an artificial water system, and since the other side couldn't find the core, they started to erode it from the edges."

Kaiming grinned, revealing a helpless smile:

"A not-so-reliable guess."

"This place is probably riddled with holes from seepage."

Zhou Yan said, "Such a vast region as Sichuan, surely they're not the only ones..."

In particular, this concept of Sichuan is many times larger than the Sichuan of his own understanding. He always felt that his hometown was more like a place that was being consolidated and protected.

Kaiming said helplessly, "Yes, yes, yes!"

"That's natural; those guys can't go too far."

Zhou Yan asked curiously, "Why?"

"Huh? Why? You don't know?"

Kaiming looked at Zhou Yan with a questioning gaze, then said matter-of-factly:
"Because it will cause trouble for Fuxi."

Zhou Yan: "…………"

"The way you put it makes it sound like the great god Fuxi is some kind of pest that can multiply infinitely."

Kaiming stroked his chin, somewhat puzzled, and said, "Isn't he?"

Zhou Yan was silent for a moment, then reached out and firmly grasped Kai Ming's hand, shaking it vigorously. Zhou Fujun, who himself had thrown at least fourteen or fifteen clones of himself as guards in a small courtyard of the Old Mother Goddess of Lishan, said with great heartache, "You're right!"

As long as you and that person don't get along, we're practically brothers even if we're not from the same father!

Kaiming took out a small wooden stick and traced lines on the ground, saying, "In short..."

"Fuxi is in a very bad state right now."

"But this guy is very hard to kill, really hard to kill."

Kaiming's helpless expression made Zhou Yan feel that he had tried it before.

Kaiming continued, "The purpose of [history] is to anchor historical periods in order to reach their goals. Of course, for some reason, for a considerable period of time, many places have actually deviated from their anchor, which means that they need [agents] to act on their behalf."

"The boss can't do everything himself."

"Especially since that generation was killed by Zhuge Liang's scheme, it is even more so."

Zhou Yan asked solemnly, "Those three who are hiding, are they the [Proxy Agents]?"

Kaiming raised his head, looking bewildered and innocent:
"Huh? I don't know, I just chose this name."

Zhou Yan's forehead twitched; he really wanted to punch this guy.

Kaiming said nonchalantly:
"In short, that's not important; I've discovered that they're supporting guys like An Lushan. Theoretically, their best option would be to expand their own power significantly. As long as everyone in every place is one of their own, the probability of instability will be greatly reduced."

"The reason why this wasn't done is easy to deduce."

"First, resources are insufficient; that is to say, the other side has a limited number of fragments of the Bai Ze Book, and even if there are fakes, it is not enough to carry out such a large-scale operation."

"Secondly, they suffered in silence."

"Once the power expands, there will inevitably be a lack of control over the outermost areas. In this situation, coupled with the fact that the [Bai Ze Book] cannot be given to every [Agent], the power will be insufficient."

“Fuxi could easily cause their painstakingly built power to collapse.”

"Based on my understanding of him, this guy will most likely have the twisted sense of humor to find out when those guys' plans are 99% complete, then kick the whole thing over, and while they're groaning in pain, he'll be drinking tea and having fun in a nearby teahouse."

"Moreover, the heroes and outstanding figures of our time are not to be trifled with."

"The current situation should be considered a balance that has been reached."

"If they continue to expand their power, they will be attacked and destroyed by a large number of unknown Fuxi incarnations, resulting in huge losses. Therefore, they chose to take small-scale actions, using the Bai Ze Book to support the heroes who are already active in this era as a cover."

His open-minded tone shifted to confidence as he said:
"Moreover, there is also the Lord of Mount Tai, a peerless being in the mortal realm."

"As the [Pillar of Heaven], there's definitely no problem!"

“The situation isn’t actually that bad.” Zhou Yan paused for a moment, then said, “The Duke of Taishan is dead.”

The open-minded and confident smile froze.

"what?!"

Kaiming paused for a moment, exhaled, and still forced himself to remain calm, saying, "It's alright, the Mount Tai Fair Fruit is still here. It's a first-grade Dao Fruit that has been passed down to this day. In terms of sheer quantity, it can replace the original duties of Mount Buzhou and Mount Kunlun."

Zhou Yan said, "...The justice of Mount Tai has indeed been shattered."

Kaiming's gaze froze, and he slowly raised his head to look at Zhou Yan, muttering as if in a dream, "Shattered?"

Zhou Yan thought for a moment and said with certainty, "Very fine!"

Kaiming forced a smile and said, "Such news should not be spoken of by those who have not experienced it firsthand. If I am wrong..."

Zhou Yan scratched his head: "I chopped it."

Kaiming's smiling expression froze. He opened his eyes and looked at the honest young Taoist priest sitting calmly in front of him with graying temples. It was as if he saw Gonggong, Chiyou, and Xuanyuan behind the young Taoist priest, all showing harmless smiles.

"I******"

Kaiming couldn't help but curse with an ancient vulgarity.

Taking a deep breath, he calmly said:

"It's alright, there are other Four Sacred Mountains True Lords as well."

"They've fallen out with each other."

"And who's in charge of Mount Hua?"

"He was dismissed."

One thing after another, Kaiming felt bewildered: "What exactly has happened in the past few hundred years?!" He looked up at the sky and sighed, feeling as if he had been hanging on a tree for hundreds of years, and after coming out, nothing seemed right.

Everything has changed!
Finally, the Kunlun deity still struggled to maintain his composure:
"In short, because of Kongming, the enemy has invested a lot of resources in the Shu region. To a certain extent, this means that Kongming has held them back for five hundred years, but it has also brought great obstacles to our actions."

"I'm telling you all this to tell you that you're outnumbered and outmatched, and some things won't go your way. You have to be patient!"

Zhou Yan sat cross-legged here, stretched out his hand and tapped on the map of Sichuan's power structure drawn by Kai Ming, and asked, "What about the other forces here?"

Enlightened One said, "Buddhists, Taoists, mountain gods and earth spirits."

"There are such forces, but why would these powerful groups want to join forces with us? And even offer such a large stake on us?! You must understand, not everyone knows the truth like Kongming does."

"Getting them to take action is not so simple."

Zhou Yan said, "In other words, if there is a way to form an alliance with these forces, then we don't need to be too wary of their hidden power in Sichuan, right?"

"That's right, there's nothing to worry about."

"That's possible—"

"Without any scruples."

Kaiming said, "It's barely acceptable."

"But do you have a solution?"

The young Taoist priest thought for a moment and said, "I have a way."

Hanging from the tree, Kaiming, who had been imprisoned for five hundred years, looked at Zhou Yan suspiciously:

"How old are you? You only have a few gray hairs at your temples, which is probably due to your rapid depletion of energy. At your age, you already have connections in these places?"

Zhou, the Grand Master and First Grand Master of the Daoist School, a friend of Manjushri Bodhisattva, the current caretaker of the Eight-Leaf Immaculate Lion King, and the Lord of Mount Tai, the most revered of the Five Sacred Mountains, thought for a moment and then humbly said:
"A little, a little."

"Then, wait for me a moment."

The young Taoist sat cross-legged, his consciousness returning to the quiet room of the Taishanglou Taoist Temple. Zhou Yan felt the powerful foundation of a fourth-grade cultivator, enhanced by the Imperial Seal and the Zhongnan Mountain's earth veins. He clenched his fist and stood up.

Sunlight streamed in through the cracks in the window. The young Taoist stretched, his bones cracking as he picked up the divine weapon, Earth Soul Heaven-Shattering Sword, and fastened it to his waist. Zhou Yan then pushed open the door.

A cooler mountain breeze swept in, carrying with it the sounds of Taoist chanting and sword practice. Outside, the Taoist disciples, seeing the young Taoist emerge, sheathed their swords, bowed in unison, and said:
"Greetings, Grandmaster Uncle!"

"Welcome back, Grandmaster Uncle!"

The sounds mingled together, creating a sense of grandeur that echoed through the temple gates, as cranes soared through the clouds, reaching the azure sky.

【Auspicious purple clouds rise from the east for thirty thousand miles, and five thousand words are spoken upon first crossing the Hangu Pass】.

[The green ox travels west through countless eons, while Louguan forever hangs as a grotto-heaven.]

The young Taoist priest, with his temples graying, had his hands tucked into his dark blue sleeves, which hung down, giving him a somewhat ethereal and transcendent air of an immortal. Zhou Yan thought about his opponents, An Lushan and others, and the so-called authority of "History," and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

The strongest supernatural power of Taoist disciples—

Everyone, step back!

This humble Taoist priest,

It's time to start calling for more players.

(End of this chapter)