Xing Tie: Wait a minute! How come Weng Xing has two saviors?

Xia Die was completely stunned. "Bai... Lord Bai Mo, what... do you mean?" She was completely caught up with Bai Mo's thoughts; this was nothing like any punishment or demand for silence that she had anticipated.

Bai Mo leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the distant outline of the holy city. His voice calmed, carrying the composure and foresight of a statesman:

“The cultural differences between the Suspended Peak People and the Ohma People are deeply rooted.”

Some seemingly minor frictions, if left unchecked, can accumulate and eventually be exploited by malicious individuals, escalating into unmanageable conflicts.

Bai Mo looked at Xia Die again: "But public opinion and ideas can be shaped."

Official, forceful preaching has limited effectiveness and may even provoke resistance. However, the subtle influence of influential figures like Xia Die Ni…—especially among young people—can be more effective.

The points most likely to cause conflict between two cultures are reinterpreted and repackaged in a novel, interesting, or even... romantic way...

Combined with overt official policy guidance and promotional activities, we might be able to nip potential future bloodshed in the bud. This is a battle of perceptions fought without gunfire.

Xia Die's eyes gradually brightened, and her initial fear and confusion were replaced by an incredible excitement.

She understood! This wasn't punishment at all; it was... a godsend! A completely new creative direction officially endorsed!

"That is... even if it's about Lord Bai Mo, Lord Bai E, and Lord Wan Di... that... that kind of..."

Xia Die was so excited that her voice trembled, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes burned with creative desire.

"Of course," Bai Mo replied crisply, even with a kind of nonchalant attitude.

He raised his hand, rubbed his throbbing temples, and added with a domineering tone that said, "If Bai E or Wan Di come after you for this in the future, just tell them directly—I asked you to write it. Let them come to me directly."

(Xia Die: Oh my god! This is... writing under imperial decree?! No restrictions on genre! No restrictions on main characters! Official backing?! Yay!!!)

Bai Mo watched as Xia Die almost couldn't contain her joy, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly asked a seemingly unrelated question:

“Xia Die, tell me… what you are trying to do now, and these hands that are blessed by ‘death’, is it not annihilation and end?”

Or is it preventing, in a peculiar way, a potentially larger bloodshed and sacrifice in the future?

Chapter 86 Ten Thousand Enemies: Bai Mo, your methods seem a bit extreme.

Xia Die was suddenly startled, and the excitement on her face faded away like a tide.

She subconsciously lowered her head, looking at her fair, slender hands that carried an ominous power. She slowly clenched her fists.

After a moment of distraction, a complex yet bright smile slowly spread across her lips.

"...Perhaps...that's really how it is, Your Excellency Bai Mo." Her voice was soft, yet it carried an unprecedented firmness and relief.

A few days later, the wind howled atop the towering walls of Ohmma.

Bai Mo was leaning on the railing, gazing into the distance, trying to let the cold wind dispel the restlessness he had felt for days from trying every means to avoid Bai E and Wan Di.

Then he saw that familiar, tall figure walking up the stairs.

He was an enemy of ten thousand. His expression looked...quite complicated.

Bai Mo's heart skipped a beat, but he maintained his composure on the surface, merely nodding slightly.

"Wan Di, you've come." He paused, deciding to strike first, his tone as calm as possible. "Is it about... that... um... 'book'?"

(Bai Mo: Seriously, officer! I deliberately hid on this deserted city wall! How did I still get pinpointed?!)

Wan Di walked to his side, also looking out at the vast world outside the city. After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Hmm... not entirely."

His expression was complicated. After thinking for a moment, he added even worse news: "However, you'd better go back as soon as possible. Bai E has practically turned the Holy City upside down looking for you."

He declared that even if he had to dig three feet into the ground, he would find it for you and then make you give him a 'complete' and 'logical' explanation.

Bai Mo suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his temples. He sighed helplessly, "Let him be. The more he makes a big fuss about 'settling accounts' with me, the faster and wider that damned novel will spread in private, spawning even more outrageous versions."

Wan Di sighed, a hint of helplessness appearing on his steely profile: "I just came from Xia Die's place."

Wan Di rubbed his temples, looked at Bai Mo with an extremely complicated expression, and commented, "I can only say that, Bai Mo... your method of resolving conflicts seems to be a bit too extreme."

This was probably the most tactful criticism he could think of.

Bai Mo was amused by his words and temporarily forgot his troubles. He raised an eyebrow and turned the tables on him: "My way of resolving conflicts? How dare you say that to me? Haven't you been holding the title of 'Crown Prince' all along, but have been reluctant to be truly crowned and become the rightful king of Xuanfeng?"

What? Is the crown too heavy, or are you reluctant to part with Ohma's... 'warmth and friendliness'?

“Heh—” Wan Di let out a short, helpless laugh and shook his head. “King? In that position, what practical benefits can I bring to the people of Xuanfeng now, besides an empty title and some old stubborn people’s unrealistic fantasies of restoring the country? On the contrary, it will only increase the estrangement.”

His gaze became profound and pragmatic. "It's good this way. I can unite my compatriots as the Crown Prince, and I can also integrate into Ohma as an 'ally'."

Moreover, I can sense that in recent weeks, the interactions between the Ohmans and the Suspended Peak people on the streets have indeed...become much more harmonious than before.

He acknowledged the effectiveness of the Whitemer strategy, despite the fact that the process was far from ideal.

Bai Mo wanted to say something more, but when his gaze inadvertently swept across the distant horizon...

His words caught in his throat.

On the blurred line where the sky meets the earth, a tiny yet striking black dot was moving. It wasn't moving fast, but its movements were strange.

That form... was definitely not that of an ordinary beast or any known creature!

A... Conflict Family corrupted and controlled by the "Black Tide"?!

The ancient trees have gnarled and twisted branches, and the air is filled with the refreshing fragrance of grass and trees, as well as some indescribable life energy.

However, this tranquility was broken by heavy and hurried footsteps.

Wan Di's towering figure moved through the lush flower path, the metal soles of his boots striking the smooth stone slabs with a clanging and rapid sound.

His gaze swept quickly across the garden, finally settling on the two people sitting and talking under a fluorescent vine—Aglaia and Tibo.

"Lady Aglaia, it now seems that the god of 'Conflict' that my people worship... has probably completely fallen, utterly succumbing to the corruption of the Black Tide."

This almost confirmed, devastating news was incredibly impactful for a crown prince whose life was rooted in faith and warrior's honor.

Aglaia was holding a steaming cup of floral tea, having enjoyed several days of rest away from the vortex of power, and—and must admit—after entrusting those tedious tasks to elders who had once been at odds with her.

The ease she felt, along with a hint of pleasure in exploiting others, melted away much of the icy frost that had surrounded her for millennia.

Upon hearing Wan Di's words, Aglaia's slender fingers tightened slightly, causing subtle ripples to spread across the calm surface of the cup.

She exhaled softly, her breath no longer carrying the icy chill of before, but instead possessing a touch of warmth and worry characteristic of the living:

"Hmph... Even the gods who wield the power of 'Conflict' cannot resist the erosion of the Black Tide?"

She lowered her head slightly, looking at Tibbo sitting quietly beside her, her eyes hardening with determination: "My master, the signs are becoming increasingly clear, and the crisis is imminent. It's time... to gather our strength once more and embark on the second 'Journey of Fire.'"

Tibo raised her lovely eyes, glanced happily at Aglaia, and slowly nodded: "Nicadori's minions have almost come out in full force this time."

But their unusual behavior has actually pointed us in the right direction.

This time, *we*... will surely be able to follow the trail of the sworn enemies and find the true location of the long-lost "Hanging Edge City"!

at this time--

Boom! Rumble—!

A muffled yet highly penetrating explosion faintly came from the direction of the outskirts of the holy city, and one could even feel the ground trembling slightly beneath one's feet.

Aglaia paused, holding her teacup. She listened intently to the rhythm, a strange expression appearing on her beautiful face, a mixture of helplessness and understanding.

She turned to Wan Di, her tone almost confirming as she asked, "By the way, Wan Di. This commotion... could it be that Bai Mo...?" She didn't finish her sentence, but the meaning was crystal clear.

A complex expression flashed across Wan Di's face. He seemed to be recalling a scene that was both "harmful to his body" and "damaging to his self-esteem."

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There are also underhanded tactics used against the author.

Chapter 87 Bai Mo: Ten Thousand Enemies! Ten Thousand Enemies! I want this! I also want that!

Wan Di's lips twitched slightly, and he forced a smile as he replied, "Yes... Ms. Aglaia, he's... um... started using those... weird methods again."

He practically squeezed the last few words out through gritted teeth.

After all, he, Medemos, the crown prince of the Suspended Peak, a warrior known for his bravery and tenacity, had truly and solidly withstood several of Bai Mo's inexplicable "pole" attacks!

And just now, he had truly witnessed firsthand how that seemingly lazy, boneless guy used the massive metal pillar, like playing billiards, to calmly calculate the angle against the overwhelming, roaring tide of terrifying monsters, and then—

Clear the table in one fell swoop!

Just thinking about it now makes Wan Di feel a dull ache in his spine again.

"This... is Wan Di's hometown—Xuanfeng City?" Bai Mo stepped out from the slightly rippling Hundred Realms Gate. He looked around and saw a huge but desolate city-state.

The weathered megalithic buildings stand silently, the wide streets are deserted, with only the wind and sand howling and weeping among the ruins, conveying a sense of desolation after the passing of glory.

"Yes, I... haven't been back for a long time either." Wan Di's gaze swept over every familiar corner. The hustle and bustle and glory of the past seemed to still echo in his ears, but were ruthlessly shattered by the deathly silence before him.

"Wan Di, I didn't expect your house to be so big!" Bai E exclaimed in amazement.

Bai Mo personally demonstrated to Bai E what it means to resort to violence when you can't give a reason...—cough cough, Bai E requested that this part be crossed out.

In short, after Bai Mo thoroughly analyzed the various interests for Bai E with both reason and emotion, Bai E finally accepted the fact that he would have a rich storyline in Xia Die's writing.

"Hmph, savior, you should know," Wan Di said, arms crossed, reminiscing about the past with a hint of arrogance.

"If this were the peak of Xuanfeng City, even if the garrison was only half its strength, even if the two of us joined forces, we would definitely not be able to take more than thirty steps here."

"What if I were added to the list?" Bai Mo asked with great interest.

"...That's pointless." Wan Di's lips twitched almost imperceptibly as he abruptly ended the topic and turned to walk away.

(Wan Di: Dude, don't you know what you're worth? You're a cheater!)

"Oh, right! Wan Di," Bai Mo suddenly remembered something crucial, instantly banishing his sentiments and his tone becoming excited.

"I heard that your Suspended Peak City is full of Suspended Peak Indigo?" The thought of that unique ore soon bringing an epic expansion to his arsenal made him a little excited.

"Rumors." Wan Di poured cold water on the situation without any mercy. "Only the northern quarry area of ​​Xuanfeng City has rich indigo veins."

Moreover, what is mined is merely crude ore; it requires careful smelting and the addition of a specific proportion of alloy before it can become the indestructible, true indigo stone you perceive it to be.

“Wan Di, you always say that the dictionary of the Xuanfeng people doesn’t have this or that. Today I’m going to see for myself just how many words are missing from your dictionary.” Bai E, who was standing to the side, also became interested and joined in the “research.”

"Check as you please, as long as you can find it..." Wan Di seemed indifferent to this.

"Wan Di! Look at this mural!" Bai Mo shouted, pointing to an ancient mural carved into a giant rock with a rather abstract style.

"It says here that the warriors of the Suspended Peak bathed in molten iron and drank honey brewed from their own blood..."

"Bathing in molten iron?! No wonder!" Bai E suddenly realized.

"Every time you and I compete to see who can last longer in the hot bath, you always win! It turns out it's a racial talent!"

"And this! Ten Thousand Enemies..." Bai Mo's voice came again.

"..." Wan Di was speechless for a moment, a strong sense of speechlessness welling up in his heart.

How come he never noticed before that the twins could talk so much and think so freely?

"You!" Wan Di had no choice but to raise his voice, forcibly steer the conversation back on track.

"We're here to fight the immortal god-king Nicardoli! Not to hold a Suspended Peak Culture Symposium!"

"We'll talk about this later, once we've survived that guy!"

"Okay, okay," Bai Mo argued.

“But we still haven’t found where He is hiding.” As he spoke, he raised his hand and instantly opened dozens of miniature Hundred Realms Gates, each only the size of a bowl, around him, and began to efficiently search the entire Suspended Peak City.

“Hmm…” Wan Di was stunned for a moment.

"What are you looking at? What? I already have the Hundred Realms Gate, do you expect me to solve all the mysteries one by one?" Bai Mo shrugged and said.

When a door opened above the northern quarry, Bai Mo's gaze was instantly drawn to the mountains of ore below, gleaming with a faint indigo luster.

He subconsciously swallowed, trying to make his tone sound less greedy: "Wan Di, these... these piles of indigo stones here, they probably won't be of much use to you, right? Could I... just take 'a tiny bit'?"

"Suit yourself." Wan Di's attention was rapidly scanning the Hundred Realms Gates that served as his "eyes" when suddenly his gaze sharpened, pointing precisely to one of them.

"Found it! This must be it! The aura emanating from behind this door... there's no mistake, that's the slumbering place of our former god, the immortal god-king—Nikardori!"

"Oh—" Upon hearing this, Bai Mo reluctantly shifted his gaze from the alluring mine to the direction Wan Di had pointed.

However, the next moment, his eyes widened suddenly, and his face was filled with disbelief.

Guess what he saw above Suspended Peak City?