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990 Negotiation?

Crash.

With the Kongtong and Kunlun sects also leaving one after another, the only remaining one of the six major sects that had challenged Wudang was Shaolin. Shaolin abbot Kongwen felt like he was screwed.

Although he believed his own Shaolin sect had many powerful monks and was comparable in power to Wudang, this was Wudang's home turf after all. Facing Zhang Sanfeng, the unparalleled master of all time, he and the few disciples he brought with him were probably no match for him.

The most important thing is that there is more than just Zhang Sanfeng standing here.

Li Mochou, who claimed to be from the "Ancient Tomb Sect," was clearly biased towards the Wudang Sect. This was a very difficult situation, and even Kong Wen was considering quitting.

However, even if he retreated, Kongwen still needed to maintain some dignity as the abbot of Shaolin Temple. Even if he had to leave, he had to make the martial arts heroes present feel that he was acting in a righteous manner and that he wanted to leave, not because he was forced to.

"Amitabha, today is Master Zhang's birthday, so it's really inappropriate to resort to violence." With his hands clasped together, Kong Wen said righteously, "However, Xie Xun, the Golden-Haired Lion King, and my Shaolin have a blood feud, and my Shaolin will never let it go. Someday, my Shaolin will return to Wudang to seek retribution!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he prepared to leave with his Shaolin monks.

"Wait a minute," Li Mochou suddenly said, blocking his way. "The blood feud you're talking about is that of the great monk Kongjian, right?"

"Amitabha." Kong Wen clasped his hands together again and said, "Senior Brother Kong Jian is a genius of our Shaolin. He is a man of great wisdom and intelligence. His internal and external strength are both unrivaled in the world. He is deeply loved and famous throughout the world. However, he was deceived by Xie Xun and met with a brutal murder... This hatred is irreconcilable!"

"Pfft." Li Mochou chuckled and almost laughed out loud.

"What do you mean, donor?" Kong Wen's face changed and his expression looked a little ugly.

"Ah, nothing." Li Mochou shook her head and said, "I just think you, the great monk, are quite interesting. On the surface, you pretend to be an enlightened monk, but in your heart you are full of greed, anger, and ignorance. It's quite interesting."

"Donor!" Kong Wen's expression suddenly changed, and he said angrily, "I am grateful for your friendship with Master Zhang, so I treated you with such courtesy just now! I hope you won't talk nonsense here!"

"Look, you're getting anxious already." Li Mochou shrugged and said, "You still say that you haven't violated the precept of anger? Moreover, are you being polite to me just because I have a past relationship with Master Zhang? In fact, there's no need to do that. If you want to attack me, I believe Master Zhang won't care." As he spoke, he looked at Zhang Sanfeng who was not far away.

The centenarian master naturally noticed Li Mochou's gaze, and his expression became embarrassed, like a naughty old boy.

"You..." Kong Wen became a little angry when he heard Li Mochou say that.

But even though he was angry, he didn't dare to make a move. Didn't he see that even the equally powerful Nun Miejue couldn't do anything with the Heavenly Sword? If he made a move like that, he would be asking for trouble.

"Kongjian was indeed killed by Xie Xun." Li Mochou didn't prod him any further and said directly, "But it wasn't a deception as you think. Instead, Kongjian sacrificed himself voluntarily. He wanted to influence Xie Xun with his own body. This was Kongjian's way and his wish."

"Your Excellency, do you want my Shaolin to give up pursuing Xie Xun?" After a moment's silence, Kong Wen asked in a cold voice.

"That's your business." Li Mochou shook her head and said, "I'm only explaining the truth. Besides, is your Shaolin Yuan Zhen here?"

"What do you want to see Yuan Zhen about?" Kong Wen asked, narrowing his eyes. "Yuan Zhen is a disciple of Shaolin Bodhidharma Academy and is not currently on this list."

"Oh, forget it if he's not here." Li Mochou shrugged and said, "When you see him later, tell him to wash his neck and wait for me."

The words were very equal, but they sounded like thunder in the ears of the Shaolin monks.

"You!" Kong Wen was once again furious, feeling that this guy was openly provoking their Shaolin. "Yuan Zhen is a Shaolin disciple, well behaved and of good character. Why did you kill him?"

"Pfft, pure character?" Li Mochou almost laughed out loud, but she suppressed her laughter and said calmly, "You'll know when I go to Shaolin in ten days. Now, hurry up and leave."

"You!" Kong Wen was furious again.

This guy's attitude of chasing people away is just like chasing ducks, it's really too much. If he really couldn't beat him, he would never tolerate it!

The six major sects were wiped out, leaving only a bunch of small soldiers and generals who were still hesitating.

Li Mochou didn't want to continue to show off. She bowed to Zhang Sanfeng and walked into the crowd. She opened the group chat interface and looked through the chat history.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: It’s interesting. People from Piltover came to negotiate with me today.

Hatchet Girl: Huh? Negotiation?

Illustrator: That's understandable. Fearing a Noxian attack, they must be restless.

Lazy Kitten: What do you want to talk about? Are these guys planning to use the Zaun people as cannon fodder? If so, let's put an end to them!

Curly-haired boy: Hey, hey, do they really dare? Don't forget, that Blue Steel Shadow was beaten by Konan.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: Judging from the peace terms they've offered, they certainly don't intend to use the Zaun people as cannon fodder. Strictly speaking, it's more like an offensive and defensive alliance.

Scarlet Snake Fairy: Offensive and defensive alliance? These Piltover masters are really calculating! The so-called offensive and defensive alliance means letting bygones be bygones, right? Then what about the damage done to Zaun over the years? What about those who died in Zaun's harsh conditions?

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: I thought of this as well, so I added a condition. Let Piltover unconditionally open up all its technology to Zaun and equip us with a workshop.

Lazy Kitten: Great! This move is like cutting off the source of trouble! Opening up the technology and equipment workshop is like holding Piltover's lifeline. From now on, everything that Piltover has, Zaun will also have! This move is amazing!

Soul Society's villain: No, I think that's not enough! Just technology and workshops aren't enough, we need to add at least a few schools.

991 Legend Comes True?

Book Artist: What the hell? A school? And Piltover is running a school?

Soul Society's villain: Yes! Schools are absolutely necessary! Without them, how can Zaun cultivate its own talents?

At this moment, Unohana Retsu was standing on the roof of the Zaun Law Enforcement Hall, overlooking the new city in front of him.

Miss Beaver: If that's the case, then schools are indeed necessary. Not only do we need schools, but we also need teachers who understand advanced technology.

Hatchet Girl: I don't think Piltover will agree to this condition, right?

If it were just technology and workshops, it would be fine. I'm afraid Piltover itself lacks such talent as teachers who understand advanced technology. How could they possibly send it to Zaun?

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: They will agree. Even if they don't want to, they have to agree.

The reason is simple: Noxus isn't the only force capable of destroying Piltover. Under the pressure of absolute power, only cooperation can save lives.

of course.

Some bigwigs in Piltover may not understand this truth for the time being, but Camille will help them understand.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

At this moment, a fierce confrontation and quarrel is taking place in the Piltover Council.

Bang bang bang.

The portly congressman, wearing a black suit and a red tie, angrily slammed the table and shouted, "Why? Why did you agree to those people from the lower city's rude demands? This is simply asking for too much! No, this is even destroying our own foundation!"

"Senator Tamir, please calm down." The tall and thin congressman sitting next to him said.

"How can I stay calm? How can I stay calm?" The fat councilman took a breath and said, "They even agreed to open a school for them. Where will our Piltover's competitiveness be in the future? And those bastards in the lower city got such a huge benefit, but they are only willing to help defend it?"

The last sentence is the most important. The purpose of Senator Tamir is not just to get Boreal to help Piltover defend.

In fact, agreeing to Piltover's conditions wasn't impossible. After all, whether it was technology or workshops, they were external things. As long as one controlled Piltover's most core Hextech technology, nothing else would be considered valuable.

The opening of a school did indeed shake up Piltover's foundations. After all, it was known as the City of Progress because its educational philosophy was among the most advanced on the continent.

"What do you think, Councillor Tamir?" Heimerdinger, the diminutive figure sitting next to the portly councillor, said with some discontent. "Education is a good thing. Why does it involve so many interests?"

As a true educator, Heimerdinger truly teaches everyone, regardless of whether they are from Zaun, Piltover, or Noxus, as long as they want to learn, he is willing to teach them.

Now that Zaun clearly has the desire to acquire knowledge, Heimerdinger thinks this is a great thing.

"Professor Heimerdinger!" the fat councilman said sharply, "If you teach others, you'll starve to death. Do you want to starve to death?"

"It is the mission of educators like us to enable everyone in this world to acquire knowledge." Heimerdinger glared and shouted, "If it means starving me to death, then let me starve to death!"

"You..." The fat congressman was almost driven crazy by this old stubborn man.

You can stay single, but you should consider the interests of your family!

"I have no objection to having the people of Dicheng help us defend the city and providing them with workshops and technology." Seeing the argument intensify, Councillor Gilaman couldn't help but smooth things over. "But isn't opening a school a bit too hasty?"

To say it was hasty was a nice thing to say, but to say it was brainless was a bad thing. She couldn't figure out who the idiot was who agreed to this suggestion.

Is this someone who's been kicked in the head by a donkey? Aren't they afraid of Camille, the Guardian of Piltover, getting mad? You know, this person always puts the interests of Piltover first, and wouldn't even let her own brother go.

Will Camille let it go after Piltover's interests are betrayed like this?

With this thought, Councillor Jiraman couldn't help but turn her gaze towards the tall, thin man across from her. In her opinion, only he could be so foolish. However, considering his close relationship with her husband, she held back from speaking directly, instead using a subtle look to urge him to admit his mistake.

Unfortunately, this guy didn't seem to get the hint, and instead looked puzzled.

Okay, then you just wait to die.

Councillor Gilaman sighed and shook her head helplessly. She had already made such an obvious hint, but the other party still didn't appreciate it. She had already decided to stay away from him.

Sure enough, the next moment, Camille slowly spoke. However, unexpectedly, she said calmly, "I signed this agreement."

What?

Councilman Gillaman stared at Camille blankly, frozen in place. Not only her, but the other council members also had funny expressions, as if they had witnessed something truly bizarre.

It’s no wonder they reacted this way; the news was simply hard for them to accept.

In their view, this regulation was already humiliating enough to jeopardize the country. Even the ordinary people of Piltover would find it difficult to accept it, let alone these council members.

But they never expected that such a humiliating and detrimental regulation was actually decided by their guardian. Is this a joke?

"Lord Camille, you..." The fat councilman hadn't expected that the signatory of this ordinance would be Camille. His fat body trembled with fear and he asked in disbelief, "Why?"

"It's simple. I want Piltover to survive." Camille said calmly, her expression cold. "Do you know about the Soul-Destroying Night in Bilgewater two days ago? That was suppressed by one person."

"Is that legend true?" The tall and thin congressman seemed to have thought of something, his face full of surprise.

"I don't know what legend you're referring to, but I can confirm it." Camille took a breath and said, "The person who suppressed the Soul-Devouring Night is named Xiaonan, a law enforcer in Zaun."

992 Zuan News

hiss.

Hearing Camille's words, all the congressmen present couldn't help but gasp.

Really?! The legend is actually true?

This made them feel unbelievable, but they had to believe it. After all, this was the personal admission of the Lord Guardian of Piltover, so it must be true.

But, that was the Soul-Devouring Night!

As neighbors of Bilgewater, these Piltover council members naturally knew what the Soul-Devouring Night was like.

Dark clouds covered the island, and hundreds of ghosts roamed the night.

Even the most vicious pirates would stay indoors during the Soul-Destroying Night and dare not show their heads. But that Zaun law enforcer suppressed the entire Soul-Destroying Night with his own strength?

This is fucking unbelievable.

"If that law enforcement officer has such power, why did she..." Councillor Gilaman paused here. She believed that everyone present could understand what she wanted to say.

He single-handedly suppressed the entire Soul Devouring Night. With such strength, it would be easy for him to attack Piltover. The Piltover guards, even those equipped with Hextech weapons, would probably not be able to withstand it.

"Hmph! Even if she is very strong, we in Piltover are not pushovers!" The tall and thin senator snorted coldly and looked at Camille.

He had a mysterious admiration for the Guardian of Piltover because he had seen the Guardian in action.

That was twenty years ago. A magician who was famous on the mainland attempted to occupy a workshop in Piltover, and the owner of that workshop was their family.

The family's personal guards were like paper-mache against the mage's power, completely vulnerable. Seeing the workshop about to fall, Camille took action.

It only took a few rounds to cripple the magician. Today, this guy is still imprisoned in the underground dungeon of Piltover.

"I've fought her before." Camille didn't hide it and said bluntly: "I couldn't withstand a single blow from her."

hiss.

Everyone on the council gasped again, and the tall, thin councilor's expression twisted. He could tell the Guardian was telling the truth, but that made it even harder for him to accept it.

"If that's the case, then this regulation is indeed not excessive." Councilman Gilaman spoke again, obviously compromising.

Ultimately, on this continent, strength reigns supreme. Even though Piltover is a city of progress, not a barbarian nation, it cannot change the rigid rules.

Besides, using these regulations in exchange for a protection that far exceeds the norm is not so unacceptable.

"I agree."

"I agree."

"In that case, should we draw up a list of candidates for diplomatic contacts?" The fat congressman, after adjusting his expression, suggested.

"I have delegated this task to Jayce and Viktor." Camille said softly with a slight smile on her lips.

The night gradually darkened.

On the streets of Zaun, Jayce and Viktor walked side by side.

"Damn, the air here makes it hard for me to even breathe!" Jace sighed and complained loudly.

As a wealthy second-generation Piltover resident, he had never been to Zaun. He only knew Zaun was terrible based on the fragmentary descriptions of those around him. But even with this mental preparation, he had never imagined it would be this bad.