Chapter 780 - 372: The Sole Junior Uncle of Heavenly Principle

Chapter 780: Chapter 372: The Sole Junior Uncle of Heavenly Principle

Divine Moon Cathedral, Red Robe Church.

The faces of the five Red-robed Archbishops were all ugly, and Fakson’s expression was even worse. He had just gone on a tirade in the meeting. Although Li Xiuwen was the chief, within the Red Robe Association Fakson actually had two supporters.

In this battle to save Dragon Capital, the Church Court had in fact taken a huge loss. They used many Secret Items to finally block the Bloodthirsty Monarch’s invasion, yet Dragon Capital’s faith went down instead of up. It was a downright humiliation, and the rise of the Celestial Principle School had also attracted the Church Court’s attention.

The Secretaries around them kept silent. This was not a place where they got to speak. The weakening of faith, though not enough to shake the foundations of the Seven Main Gods, would definitely cause problems if it went on, and the shift of the epoch was already very obvious—they could not afford to be careless.

"The foundation of the Celestial Principle School has already formed. Erasure is no longer possible." Li Xiuwen said calmly. "If we forcefully make a move, the backlash from the Canon Law is not something we can bear, Archbishop Fakson. This could make our Moon God’s Court become the first of the Seven Gods Church to fall."

"Bishop Li, you need to understand: a massive amount of faith has been plundered. If this continues, we will suffer a heavy blow and likewise be unable to respond to the epochal change." Fakson said coldly. "You cannot shoulder that responsibility!"

"What we need to do now is not annihilate the Celestial Principle School, but figure out how to win more believers. Erase one Celestial Principle School, and other Hidden Powers will still be born. History has already proven this. It’s a hidden law—I don’t think you could be unaware of it." Li Xiuwen said. "When the Fifth Epoch transitioned to the Sixth Epoch, how did the Pope fall? To repeat that mistake, that’s a responsibility you even less can afford to bear."

The other three Red-robed Archbishops were all clear about this. Could the newborn paths be exterminated?

They could, of course they could. The Church’s power could easily do it. But the countless epoch changes in the past had already proven this again and again: you can slaughter them, but the backlash you incur is enough to wipe out the Church Court, and newborn paths will still keep emerging. It would be tantamount to clearing the way for those who come after.

"Of course I know. But as a devout believer of the Moon God, watching faith decline before my eyes is like being cut by knives. We must come up with a way to destroy the enemy that complies with the epoch’s Canon Law." Fakson said.

"The method is very simple. Whatever we lack, we obtain." Li Xiuwen said lightly. "Only that is the one and only solution."

To first create a calamity, then save, is the method to greatly boost faith. The move doesn’t need to be new, only effective. But this time a variable had appeared. In the Bloodthirsty Monarch incident, the Moon God’s Court did not fail to gain Wish Power—many people had witnessed that earth-shaking battle. Yet the harvest was not that strong, which was very strange. Instead, one Great Angel of the Celestial Principle School accomplished something that even five Great Angels could not.

This had made the Church Court feel a sharp sense of crisis.

"Actually, it’s not that there is no way. The Celestial Principle School was originally in Hedan, and wasn’t it driven to Dragon Capital in the end? We can also think of ways to drive them away—of course not by our own hand, but by borrowing strength to strike strength, pushing the boat along with the current." Fakson, the Red-robed Archbishop, had hawk-like eyes filled with merciless resolve.

...

Mordo’s Celestial Principle preaching dispelled the curse, the plague quickly faded, and the temperature in Dragon Capital was continually rising. The coming of a warm spring brought not only physical warmth, but also renewed confidence. Uplifted spirits could offset a lot of negative energy, which made reconstruction work progress smoothly. Hundred Martial Hall and the Night Patrol working hand-in-hand quickly restored public order in Dragon Capital to the right track. After a massive upheaval, all was waiting to be rebuilt.

In the meeting room of the Celestial Principle Academy, Li Xin and Qi Badao stared blankly at the woman in front of them. Although she was wearing a very plain Night Patrol uniform, this was still just too...

Although Qi Badao had mutated once, it wasn’t that he couldn’t return to normal. It was just that in using his power from now on he had to control his emotions with extra care. Once one has mutated, it becomes very easy to fall; the difficulty of restraint increases. This was something Qi Badao had to face. But if he came to the Celestial Principle School every so often, Philson would give him a Holy Word baptism. The process of overcoming it would be very long, but not uncontrollable. Qi Badao was by nature a cheerful person—he didn’t care, he was even quite proud. If he fell, it was just death; only the manner of dying would be different. Nothing to be afraid of.

"Y-you, you’re Meng Yinxiao?" Qi Badao opened his mouth wide, staring blankly at Meng Po, unable to believe his own eyes.

Meng Jingye nodded. "Qi Yinxiao, everyone knows about you bravely saving the whole squad. I’m here on everyone’s behalf to thank you!"

With that, Meng Jingye bowed to him, startling Qi Badao so much that he jumped up. He had wanted to reach out his hands, but felt a bit embarrassed, so he lifted her slightly with Spiritual Power instead. "There’s nothing to thank me for. Brother Li has saved me more times than I’ve saved anyone."

"Captain, everyone’s asking when you’re coming back. The Night Patrol has a lot of work that needs you to make decisions." Meng Jingye asked.

"Ahem, Meng... Yinxiao, I’ve pretty much recovered. I’ve still got a few things to wrap up; I’ll head back tomorrow. You’re familiar with the case anyway—just handle it in my stead."

Meng Jingye was speechless. What kind of captain acts like this? But she knew Li Xin had always been like that. Other captains cared a great deal about their authority and responsibilities, but Li Xin was different. He didn’t care much about them—of course, it was also because he trusted his people.

"Many of the captains and a lot of the members had their power improved during this preaching. They... are a bit worried." Meng Jingye said.

"What’s there to be worried about? We’re the Night Patrol. Our creed is simply that under the moonlit night, Justice always remains. Has the creed changed?"

"No."

"Then that’s that. A rise in power means we’ve been doing things right, doing things well, in line with the epoch’s Canon Law. Just keep at it. Our cooperation with the Celestial Principle School’s Canon Law School can continue to be strengthened and deepened. The Celestial Principle School provides theoretical support, we of the Night Patrol have ample combat experience and an excellent, seasoned team, and together with the talent reserves of the Canon Law School, we just keep developing in this direction and all problems can be solved easily. Some things can only be grasped, not explained. As long as everyone understands." Li Xin said. The road for the Celestial Principle School to replace the Moon God’s Court was still very long. This was not the time to clash head-on.

"Yes, Captain, I understand!" Meng Jingye said. The Captain was definitely a New God. Between New Gods and Old Gods there was an irreconcilable conflict—right now it could not be flaunted.

Li Xin and Qi Badao were stunned again. Meng Po had always been this straightforward, but back then she was Meng Po. Now Meng Jingye was not only straightforward—she was downright pleasing to the eye.

Meng Jingye frowned slightly under their gaze. "Then Captain, I’ll head back first. There’s still a lot to do."

"Old Dao, aren’t you already recovered? Stop hanging around here and get back to work. Go with Meng Yinxiao. Do you plan to eat for free while taking a salary?!" Li Xin tugged at Qi Badao.

"Aiya, look at my brain, Brother Li, I’m leaving right away!" Before he even finished speaking, his butt was already taking off.

Meng Jingye didn’t say anything. Shadow Owl had too many matters to handle, and she couldn’t manage them all alone; she really did need Qi Badao’s help. Besides, Qi Badao came from the Hundred Martial Hall, and they were working much more closely with the Hundred Martial Hall now. Having Qi Badao as the liaison for these affairs couldn’t be better. In essence, the Hundred Martial Hall and the Night Patrol had two very different ways of doing things. The Hundred Martial Hall carried a heavy jianghu flavor, while the Night Patrol was very rigorous, even a bit rigid. There were in fact quite a few small frictions between them, and Qi Badao was exceptionally skilled at handling this kind of thing.

After the two left, Li Xin’s smile faded. He could see that although Meng Po looked as if her youth had been restored, this was only the former Chief’s spell. Perhaps some things had been restored, but the life she had consumed had not been reversed. Meng Po herself surely knew this; she simply didn’t care.

"Ah Xin, was that Meng Po who just went out?" Lin Xueyin widened her eyes, looking utterly incredulous.

Li Xin smiled. "Yes, that’s what she really looks like."

Xueyin took Li Xin’s hand. "Looks like you’ve recovered quite well."

"Of course. I’m like a cockroach that just won’t die." Li Xin flexed the muscles in his arm.

"Ah Xin, Dean Mordo is dead. Why isn’t everyone that sad, and not the least bit afraid?" Xueyin suddenly asked. "Is it worth it, using your own life like that?"

Li Xin sensed Xueyin’s inner conflict. He reached out and gently ruffled her hair, suddenly realizing that Xueyin had already grown up. Time really flew.

"A person’s death can be lighter than a feather or heavier than a mountain. If you’re confined to the fear of the body’s life and death, then whatever you do will be shackled. If the soul is free, then you can accept any outcome. The Dean sought benevolence and attained benevolence; his will and conviction will be passed on and never be worn away. In that moment, there was no fear, only courage that pressed ever forward. I used to feel conflicted too, but not anymore," Li Xin said.

"Ah Xin, Master asked if I was willing to inherit Dean Mordo’s Divine Relic," Xueyin smiled, "and I’ve made up my mind. As long as the soul is free, nothing else matters."

Li Xin watched Xueyin’s departing figure. From this moment on, Xueyin would walk her own path.

At the doorway, Zhuang Zhidong was quietly waiting. "Martial Aunt."

"Let’s go. Looks like the Celestial Principle School still needs me to lead it!" Xueyin said.

In the Dean’s office of the Celestial Principle Academy.

Philson had undergone a tremendous change. The inner conflict was gone, replaced with serenity and resilience. He had also broken through, advancing to a Great Angel of the Heavenly Dao. Mordo had used his own life to give all the Scholars of the Celestial Principle School one final lesson.

His gains were the greatest. Not only had he overcome his inner demons, he had also broken through his bottleneck and was striding forward in great bounds. This wasn’t because his cultivation had naturally reached that point, but because of the powerful Wish Power of the Celestial Principle School supporting him. The Saint was still in a period of dormancy; right now, the Celestial Principle School needed him to shoulder this stretch of the road. No fear, no hesitation—this was the honor of one who seeks the Dao.

"Master." Lin Xueyin walked in.

Philson looked at his disciple. With a wave of his hand, a small golden sword floated out and hovered there. "Have you made up your mind?"

"Yes, Master. Very clearly." Xueyin answered calmly. ℴ

Philson smiled faintly. His disciple possessed both great fortune and great wisdom.

"This is Mordo’s Celestial Principle Sword. From here on, everything depends on your own comprehension," Philson said, and the Celestial Principle Sword in his hand flew toward Xueyin.

The inheritance of a Divine Relic is not determined by personal will, nor can it be obtained merely through effort.

Xueyin reached out and caught the Celestial Principle Sword, then slowly inserted it into her own body. The Celestial Principle Sword shimmered with golden light and slowly melted into Xueyin’s body without any resistance, as if it had always belonged to her.

A trace of comfort flashed through Philson’s eyes. The lineage would not be cut off.

Radiance blossomed from within Xueyin’s body, and it seemed the Scholars of the Celestial Principle School all felt something in response.

Outside the door, Zhuang Zhidong and the many Scholars of the Celestial Principle School were already in tears. This was not only the inheritance of the Celestial Principle School, but also the continuation of Dean Mordo’s will.

Before long, the door opened and Xueyin walked out. She still looked the same as before, but her aura was entirely different. With the Celestial Principle’s blessing, Xueyin was cold and razor-sharp, impossible to look at directly, her whole being bathed in a kind of divine radiance.

The Scholars outside all fell to their knees and cried out in unison, "Greetings, Martial Aunt!"

This time, Lin Xueyin was their Martial Aunt in the truest sense.