Gao Wu Da Qin: You don't want your secret to be known, do you?

Chapter 54 We may not win, but Zongheng must die.

"A single righteous word can bring peace to the world; a single biased word can bring chaos to the world."

"A single word of anger can terrify the world, while a single word of peace can bring tranquility to the world."

A young man on the city wall of Xianyang raised his hands, his long hair flying, and he blended into the night, as if the night itself was him!

The performer may be unintentional, but the audience may be.

In Qin Feng's eyes, this scene had many flaws: it wasn't detailed enough, it wasn't aesthetically pleasing enough, the image quality was too poor, and the art style was inconsistent, among other problems.

However, the Yin-Yang School's actions were not intended for Qin Feng, the strategist of the School of Diplomacy!

The Yin-Yang School's teachings were intended for people outside of Guiguzi, and for the various schools of thought during the Warring States period!

This scene, however, is considered a classic by others!

I merge into the night, I become the night, I am the unseen hand in the night, I am the force of nature!

Zongheng doesn't need any image quality, nor does it care about maintaining high definition. Zongheng doesn't even need a specific person. Zongheng represents a sense of existence, a sense of oppression, and an innate sense of suffocation over all living things!

This is the most cunning sect, the most scheming sect, but it is also the most righteous sect, the most benevolent sect.

Its existence seems to be solely to prove one thing: the common people are in turmoil, the world is in chaos, and among all the schools of thought, only I reign supreme!

To put it simply, all the schools of thought from the Hundred Schools of Thought period are rubbish.

From the Spring and Autumn Period to the Warring States Period.

From Wang Xu to the present.

The process of the strategists and the various schools of thought during the Warring States period can be described as a classic example of a love-hate relationship.

The internal strife among the members of the Zongheng School is fierce, but the external strife is even more intense!

Whenever an outstanding disciple of the School of Diplomacy appears, all the other schools of thought in the world will fall silent during his lifetime, becoming mute one by one.

Only after the disciples of the Strategists had finished speaking and died did the philosophers of the Hundred Schools of Thought have the opportunity to speak, promote their views, and step onto the stage of history.

To name just a few, Su Qin and Zhang Yi are outstanding examples!

Su Qin, holding the seals of prime minister of six states, single-handedly expelled the various schools of thought from those states, causing them to face an unprecedented employment crisis.

Later, Zhang Yi was sent as an envoy to the Qin state. Zhang Yi's achievements led to the revival of Qin and made Qin the core of the seven states.

For a long time, the various schools of thought in ancient China had almost reached a consensus.

To promote one's own doctrines, one must first eliminate the factions.

When the principled schools of thought compete with the unprincipled strategists, they have absolutely no chance of winning!

Because of the existence of principles, the two are in a completely unfair and unequal competitive environment. Every time they fight, the strategist is like a dimensional reduction attack on the other schools of thought!

Therefore, when it came to dealing with the School of Diplomacy, all the schools of thought reached a consensus: there was no need to talk about principles or fairness with them; just attack together and crush them!

Don’t you Zongheng like not to follow the rules the most? Then when we beat you together, we will follow your unruly method!

Therefore, dealing with unruly people by using unruly methods is in accordance with the rules.

When the eleventh person, "The Strategist Who Has Surpassed Heaven by Half a Move," appeared on the screen, a heavy weight was lifted from the hearts of the disciples of the Hundred Schools of Thought.

The "Top-Tier" Examination Hall, a restaurant for star examinees.

"The art of diplomacy lies in decisiveness."

"As the saying goes, resolve doubts and set aside emotions."

"That is, to decide what is most valuable and worthwhile to do."

"To attack with a horizontal sword, focusing on technique to gain advantage, is called 'bai'!"

"To attack with the sword based on momentum, and to seize that momentum, is to achieve victory!"

"The art of maneuvering and maneuvering is the way of Heaven and Earth!"

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Opposite the young Taoist priest sat a young man named Tiger, who was having his morning wine.

The young Tiger Prince, carrying a wine jug in one hand and pan-fried Neptune golden carp sashimi in the other, ate with great relish, taking a sip of wine and a bite of meat.

The young Taoist priest kept rambling on in his ear, so he finally put down his wine and chopsticks, tilted his head and smiled, a mixture of ferocity and boldness in his expression. "Taoist Master, stop chanting. I know what you mean. Don't you just want to team up with me to take down the strategist 'Half a Move Ahead of Heaven'?"

The Taoist Master glanced calmly at the fierce young man, "He has emerged from obscurity and cannot be underestimated. If we rely on the Five Greats, Six Evils, Seven Heroes, Eight Eccentrics, Nine Strongmen, and Ten Demons to stop [Half a Move Against Heaven], we have no chance of winning. Only if we, the top ten, deal with him can we perhaps stop him at eleventh place."

The young tiger-like man raised a cup of wine and said, "You have a better chance of winning this matter if you seek help from Yi Sheng. If you come to me, your chances are slim!"

The Daoist Master shook his head. "The First Saint is still missing, and no one even knows if he actually participated. The only ones we can find right now are the Two Gods. The Desolate God is stubborn and difficult to reason with. You, War God, are more worldly-wise."

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The predatory young man raised his hand. "Come on, let's drink!"

The young Taoist took the wine cup, sipped it lightly, and said, "Now it seems that General Meng Yi's prophetic poem and your elder brother, General Meng Tian, ​​are quite similar. Given time, he will surely become a pillar of the empire just like your elder brother!"

Meng Yi grinned. "Speaking of which, why don't you go find the Three Immortals? They're all quite capable! Especially the Swordsman and the Drunkard!"

The young Taoist said, "That swordsman and chivalrous immortal from the Mohist school follows the path of Mo Di, the first leader of the Mohist school. A true hero dislikes bullying others by abusing his power, so he won't get involved in such things."

Meng Yi asked, "Where is the Drunken Sword Immortal of this humble school?"

The young Taoist said, "If you could cut off the head of the Drunken Sword Immortal and slice it open, you'd find he has nothing but wine. He's completely uninterested in anything other than wine. He even joined the Miscellaneous School only to repay a favor, not because he genuinely wanted to. Can you expect someone with no sense of sect honor to contribute to the sect? Can he really fight against the Strategists? Do you believe that the Strategists could bring out a lot of good wine, and this guy would immediately defect and surrender to them?"

"As for this drunkard, I only hope he won't turn against me and act recklessly!"

"As for Haoran Zhenxian, don't even mention him. This kid has an extremely high mind. He has always thought that the God of War and the God of Desolation are just brutes, and that the Saint is just benefiting from the Master's reputation. If we're talking about a true Confucian master, it has to be him! If we ask him to take action, I'll only get a slap in the face. He'll just go and fight 'Sheng Tian Ban Zi' by himself instead of joining forces with us to deal with 'Sheng Tian Ban Zi'."

Meng Yi ordered another plate of Martian beef, saying, "So, you're suggesting we team up? Then how confident do you think we are in blocking [Half a Move Against Heaven]?"

The young Taoist pondered, "I don't know, but I'm at least 30% sure. If Yi Sheng joins, it might be 80% or 90%. If all ten of them work together, there's absolutely no chance he'll make it into the top ten!"

Meng Yi muttered, "The possibility is too low. From a military perspective, there's no need to get involved in this!"

The Taoist youth paused, looking at Meng Yi. "You're going to refuse my alliance?"

Now that Meng Yi had eaten and drunk his fill, he stretched and said, "You misunderstood me. I meant that I'm going to join forces with the God of Desolation to defeat [Half a Move to Victory]. As for you, you're too cunning; I can't outsmart you! My brother has taught me many times not to play with cunning guys like you, or you'll be sold out and still be counting the money for them!"

The Taoist youth's face suddenly turned ugly. "You!"

Meng Yi stood up and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm a rough man and don't really like working with refined people. I suggest you contact that love-obsessed guy from the Mohist school, that farmer from the Agricultural school, and that arrogant madman from the School of Names! The four of you Dao Lords forming a team would definitely be a formidable combination!"

After saying this, Meng Yi got up, humming a little tune, and left.

The young Taoist's expression quickly returned to calm. Watching Meng Yi's retreating figure, he muttered, "Even Meng Yi, the number one brute of the military strategists, is starting to listen to advice. It seems this 'half-move victory over Heaven' has put a lot of pressure on the various schools of thought!"

"However, I'm not genuinely looking for you to join forces."

"I just want to know who your allies are."

"It seems your ally is a stubborn, one-track-minded Aragami!"

"As expected, roughnecks and brutes can have a common language!"

At that moment, a mocking voice came from behind.

"How about it, Yu Jizi? I already told you, going to Meng Yi is just asking for trouble! That guy is so arrogant, do you think he'd even look at you? He only has eyes for the Desolate God who's even less intelligent than him and the elusive Saint!"

"In the end, I'll still have to follow your famous big brother!"

"Don't worry, big brother, I'll take you soaring high, I'll fly with you, I'll take you all the way until dark!"

"Big brother, I can punch one saint and two gods, kick three immortals and four Taoists, and sit on my butt to kill the tyrant!"

A young man, dressed in a brocade robe, with striking features and an elegant demeanor, and a particularly thin tongue, walked up with a smile.

Isn't this the young master from the same ring that investigated Qin Feng before?

The young Taoist, Yu Jizi, glanced at the young master behind him and said, "Are all members of the Ming School arrogant egomen like you?"

The young man smugly tossed his hand, "Don't compare me to those idiots from the 'Masters of Fame,' they're not worthy! Who am I, Gongsun Shengxie? I am a genius unparalleled in my time! Didn't you see that my fortune-telling poems don't follow the same format as yours? That's what being unique is all about! I am unique, the best in the world, the most superior among all!"

Daoist Master Yu Jizi suddenly started drinking, seemingly very troubled by his arrogant teammate, and only wine could relieve his worries.

(End of this chapter)