Chapter 616 - 305: Even Old Immortals Dare to Stir Up Trouble? Kill Them All! (Part 2)

"Hey, I think you’ve just read too many books and turned your brain into a block of wood. Open your eyes wide and take a look. They are cultivators. Do they need to explain science to you?"

"No, this isn’t about whether or not it’s scientific. My point just now is universal regardless of application. Unless he cultivates to the legendary Dao Ancestor realm and can reverse the direction of all things towards entropy reduction, it’s only possible for entropy to increase, never decrease!"

"..."

Ning An, however, saw through it. His martial uncle was indeed lying.

The Thunder Talisman didn’t go out of control; it was his martial uncle who increased the input of Spiritual Qi, causing the sea of thunder to grow increasingly fierce.

The real purpose was quite simple - to use the lives of these people to force those hiding in the background to reveal themselves.

If this incident hadn’t escalated, the government could effortlessly suppress it.

But the brilliance was that he had already connected to Changchun Temple’s live broadcast.

The strength of Changchun Temple’s live broadcast lies in its massive audience, and no one dares to shut it down!

This directly created the most favorable conditions for the storm to form!

Coupled with the unprecedented sea of thunder, it was a sensational event to the fullest!

Ning An, with a smile on his lips, was about to say something when the phone suddenly rang.

Seeing the caller, Ning An snorted coldly and picked up the call:

"It’s me..."

...

Meanwhile, in the western suburbs of the Capital City.

In the same winding meeting room, a meeting was in progress.

And right before them, was a screen projection of the overwhelming sea of thunder.

The elderly man on the left in the third seat frowned, "What’s going on? Wasn’t it said that all the capable Daoists were invited to the Daoist School?"

The elderly man on the right in the eighth seat coughed lightly and explained, "He was always traveling, very hard to contact, and those in charge saw that he was already seventy-eight years old, with one foot in the grave, so they didn’t bother with him."

The elderly man on the left in the third seat sneered disdainfully, "Old? So what if he’s old? Great, now we’ve let one slip through and caused trouble."

The elderly man on the right in the first seat cleared his throat, "Alright, this is a special time, not a time for infighting. Since this incident has occurred, just resolve it, won’t you?"

The elderly man on the left in the fourth seat yawned lazily, "That’s easy to say. How do you resolve it? Back then, you measured the Spiritual Qi as level three on this mountain and granted it to Buddhist disciples who you thought were obedient. Now that they’ve returned angry, I don’t want to be struck along with them."

The elderly man on the left in the third seat also sneered, "This mess is your own doing. Clean it up yourself. I want to see how you handle the entire sky full of thunder."

The elderly man on the right in the second seat snorted, "As long as he’s not an Immortal, why can’t he be dealt with? No matter how strong he is, can he withstand hot weaponry?"

The elderly man on the right in the first seat took a sip from his thermal cup and said slowly, "If he’s not afraid of bullets, we’ll use bombs; if he’s not afraid of bombs, we’ll use missiles; if he’s not afraid of missiles, we also have nuclear bombs, don’t we."

The elderly man on the left in the fourth seat almost laughed angrily, "Are you really saying that? Using nuclear bombs on our own territory, I think you’d better wash up and go to bed early, or go kneel in front of Jinling City right away! Besides, no matter what kind of hot weapon you use, they’ve got hostages now, what about them?"

The elderly man on the right in the first seat spat out some tea foam, calmly saying, "I was just making an analogy. What’s got you all worked up? If this matter can be resolved peacefully, then resolve it peacefully. If it can’t be resolved peacefully, then we have no choice but to use force. If they can’t be used by us, they’re ultimately a ticking time bomb—rather than living in constant fear, it’s better to detonate it early."

He paused, then resolutely added, "If it really comes to that point, then we won’t need to worry about the hostages. I’ll take the blame of aggrieving the common people."

Oh wow!

Upon hearing this, the expressions on the faces of the elderly men present subtly changed.

To be honest, aside from someone as unfathomable as Ning An, all other superpower users could be dealt with by the authorities.

Don’t be fooled by the grand commotion Li Daocheng is making and how impressive the various supernatural phenomena are. The authorities could also suppress him, it just comes down to the cost involved.

They’d been passing the buck because Li Daocheng was holding a bunch of hostages.

If they couldn’t reach an agreement with Li Daocheng, a conflict would inevitably ensue.

After all, occupying a Daoist Temple, destroying divine statues, severing inheritances—this is a grudge comparable to desecrating one’s ancestors’ tombs and even using the coffins as firewood.

Not to mention Li Daocheng, this would be unforgivable for anyone else!

Furthermore, judging by Li Daocheng’s stance, he is determined to find out the master manipulator behind this.

Strictly speaking, every one of them present, to some extent, has ties to this matter.

If Li Daocheng follows the clues, none of them will be able to escape!

Yet, the fighting force the authorities have nurtured may not necessarily be able to capture Li Daocheng.

So they had already considered using hot weaponry; it’s just that no one dared to propose such an idea due to fear of public backlash.

Now, with someone willing to shoulder the blame, they naturally can stop arguing and directly set a course of action.

The elderly man on the left in the first seat leaned forward and said, "I think we can..."

Knock knock knock!

A sudden knock on the door interrupted him.

"Enter."

It was the elderly man at the head of the table who spoke.

He was puzzled—only his secretary was allowed to interrupt their meetings.

Even if the Dragon Country’s army was at war with Sakura, they would have to wait until the meeting concluded before discussing it.

What could have caused his secretary to come at this time?

With a sound of hurried footsteps, the secretary approached him and whispered a few words.

Those few words caused his previously calm demeanor to suddenly become unusual.

"Are you sure?"

The secretary nodded affirmatively, "Yes, that’s what they said. They only gave him half an hour to think."

"Alright, I understand, you may leave."

After the secretary left, closing the door of the meeting room, the elder at the head of the table sighed:

"Gentlemen, we need to change our strategy regarding Li Daocheng."

The elderly man on the right in the first seat thought for a moment and asked, "Is it Changchun Temple?"

Seeing their cautious gazes, the elder at the head of the table nodded.

"They are defending Li Daocheng and demanding an explanation from us."

With this clear response, the room fell into silence.

Until now, they still couldn’t determine how high Ning An’s cultivation level was, nor how many trump cards he had yet to play—it was like a black hole.

For such a monster, as long as he doesn’t speak about restoring the previous dynasty, the higher-ups turn a blind eye.

After all, no one wants to wake up in the morning and see Ning An sitting at the end of their bed, smiling and inquiring how well they slept.

Regarding Li Daocheng, they could forcefully suppress him and disregard his life or death; however, Ning An of Changchun Temple is an unmovable mountain.

Now that Ning An has spoken in defense of Li Daocheng, they must seriously consider this opinion.

This is reality!

"Now that it’s come to this, let’s have the Daoist School handle it. After all, they are all Daoists and brothers in practice, they should be able to talk."

After a long silence, the elderly man on the left in the first seat proposed a non-solution solution.

"Then who should we send?"

Another long silence.

"Xu Qinglai of Baiyun Temple."

Upon hearing this name, the elder at the head of the table moved and looked at the elderly man on the left in the first seat, asking:

"Why?"

The elderly man on the left in the first seat gravely revealed a secret:

"His true level is not Mist, but Destiny Soil."

"Moreover, he is about to break through Destiny Soil and reach the Medicine Gathering Realm."

"As the fastest cultivator in the Daoist School, the position of the headmaster is inseparably his."

"We could use this incident as a whetstone to test him and see if he is truly genuine gold."

"If he can’t withstand even this trial, how can he shoulder the responsibilities of the Daoist School!"

"If he can only cultivate without political acumen, even if he has the potential of a Great Emperor, it’s absolutely not enough."