Chapter 290 - 128: Xiangzhu, Xiangzhu, Get in My Mouth, Hehehehehehe

Chapter 290: Chapter 128: Xiangzhu, Xiangzhu, Get in My Mouth, Hehehehehehe

As soon as Yang Mo completed his mission and returned to Lingge, he immediately rushed to buy two bottles of Soul-Burning Potion.

’If he isn’t the damn Saint Monarch, then who is?’

Other than the Saint Monarch, Huangfu Song had never seen such an intense desire to become stronger in anyone.

Especially using an extreme method like the Soul-Burning Potion.

His original seventy-percent certainty had now become eighty percent.

’This has to be the Saint Monarch!’

Huangfu Song was getting a headache. He desperately wanted to convince Shuimo to give him the Divine Cocoon Silk, but she had already made up her mind to use the most foolproof method.

Even if he went and told her, she would just ignore him.

But with the Lord Saint Monarch’s self-destructive cultivation method...

The thought of the Saint Monarch babbling incoherently when he finally returned to his rightful place filled Huangfu Song with despair.

’I have to think of a way!’

He looked toward the Withered and Flourishing Old Ghost. "How are the men watching the other Junior Officials and Mansion Officials?"

The Withered and Flourishing Old Ghost said, "They’re all being relatively careful. Although the Imperial Clan Court discovered a few, they all managed to escape. From now on, as long as..."

Huangfu Song cut him off. "Have a few of them die!"

"Huh?"

The Withered and Flourishing Old Ghost was stunned for a moment.

Huangfu Song said in a low voice, "Have the ones who have already been discovered slip up. I want them dead by tomorrow!"

The Withered and Flourishing Old Ghost didn’t ask why, just nodded firmly. "As you command!"

These men would be more than willing to die for the doctrine.

He watched the Withered and Flourishing Old Ghost leave.

Huangfu Song let out a long breath. From the moment the old Sect Leader had saved his life, he had been left with no other choice.

His life had been reduced to a single word: Revenge!

But he couldn’t achieve revenge with his own strength alone. The only one worth betting everything on was the Saint Monarch.

’Although I feel the Saint Monarch must have a profound reason for these arrangements.’

’The Saint Monarch is taking so many potions; he probably has a degree of confidence.’

’But I can’t afford to lose this bet.’

Just as Shuimo couldn’t gamble with the Saint Monarch’s life, he couldn’t gamble with the Saint Monarch’s strength and sanity.

’I’ll have to find a chance to build Yang Mo up later. Whether it’s resources or human lives, I’ll make sure he’s well-supplied.’

’Most of my men are going to die later anyway.’

’Might as well feed them to Yang Mo ahead of time.’

’Even if Yang Mo isn’t the Saint Monarch, I won’t lose too much.’

’But if I bet right...’

’...then the Saint Monarch might no longer be a superior I have to beg for help with my revenge.’

’Instead, we’d have a bond forged in blood!’

’Yang Mo can’t keep drinking that Soul-Burning Potion.’

Huangfu Song took a deep breath and strode toward the altar where the Divine Pupa Fragment was enshrined.

RUMBLE.

The stone door opened.

Shuimo was still sitting silently before the Divine Pupa Fragment. Hearing Huangfu Song’s voice, she raised an eyebrow slightly. "You’re back again?"

"Miss Shuimo!" ℯ𝕝.

Huangfu Song said gravely, "My subordinates who were monitoring the people on our list... they’ve run into trouble!"

"What?"

Shuimo’s pupils contracted.

Huangfu Song nodded. "Some of them have been discovered. It’s only a matter of time before the Imperial Clan Court takes them down. I’m afraid... most of our people will be implicated." ℴ

Shuimo couldn’t help but frown. This was definitely not good for her plan.

She pondered for a moment. "Then what you mean is, Guardian Song..."

"Let’s move the plan up!"

Huangfu Song’s voice was grim and ruthless. "According to the rules in Lingge, newly recruited Civil Servants must escort grain to impoverished villages to provide relief to the common people before the New Year. We’ll make our move then!

As for those already in the mansions, we can move against them at the same time.

If any among them possess the Celestial Demon Pattern, we’ll keep them under observation. When the time comes, I’ll use the Paradise Gu to test them along with Yang Mo and Zhao Ci."

Shuimo was a little surprised. "If we do that, your losses will be even more severe!"

Doing this would be tantamount to slapping the entire Court in the face.

Forget the Imperial Clan Court; even the experts from the Ministry of Justice might mobilize in full force.

At that point, Huangfu Song would be lucky if even a tenth of his core followers at the Lingge Sub-Branch survived.

Huangfu Song declared with heroic bravado, "As long as the Saint Monarch can return safely, what’s sacrificing a few subordinates? I, Huangfu Song, would even give up my own life!"

Shuimo watched him quietly for a moment before asking in a level voice, "If it really comes to the point of using the Paradise Gu, how will you decide the order?"

"The Paradise Gu is ultimately draining to the spirit, so naturally, we should start with the least likely person."

Huangfu Song took a deep breath. "Of all the candidates, Zhao Ci is the most soft-hearted. I think he should be the first one we test. If others have the Celestial Demon Pattern, they should follow immediately after. Yang Mo will be last."

Shuimo didn’t refute him. In fact, she agreed with Huangfu Song’s reasoning.

The Saint Monarch was, after all, a reincarnation of his original soul. No matter what he experienced in his new life, that original soul would not change.

And the one thing his original soul was least likely to possess was soft-heartedness.

Although Zhao Ci’s soft-heartedness could be a tactic to win people over, based on the current situation, he was indeed the least likely candidate.

As for Yang Mo...

Shuimo found it hard to judge. Although her intuition told her that the possibility of Yang Mo being the Saint Monarch’s reincarnation was indeed higher...

...but... it could all be an illusion.

She looked at Huangfu Song. "What do you think the Saint Monarch would dream of?"

Huangfu Song said with conviction, "Power, authority, and the world overturned!"

Shuimo asked again, "Then what do you think Zhao Ci would dream of?"

"Wandering the mortal world with a companion, living a carefree life? The nation at peace, its people content, a beauty by his side?"

Huangfu Song shook his head. He had spent so much time with Zhao Ci under the identity of Zhang Da Yong, and he truly felt that Zhao Ci’s soft-heartedness was not an act.

Feng Kucha, Yang Mo...

He dared to recruit all sorts of strange characters into the Tenth Prince’s Mansion as Mansion Officials.

’Ridiculous.’

Shuimo asked lightly, "But he is certainly surrounded by experts from the Imperial Clan Court, and Gu Xiangzhu won’t stand by and let anything happen to him. Her Primordial Spirit cultivation is extremely strong; she might even be able to invade Zhao Ci’s dreams. How will you deal with that when the time comes?"