How come the celestial technique I stole is so powerful?!-Chapter 216: White Coats Counter-Kill Nine Headed Snake

Chapter 216: Chapter 216: White Coats Counter-Kill Nine Headed Snake

Lin Xiaosu tried to get close to a monk, asking a sensitive question: "Master, do you cultivate?"

The monk replied: "Yes!"

He asked again: "Do you really cultivate Martial Arts?"

The monk looked at him like he was an idiot and answered: "In the Buddhist way, Heart Cultivation comes first!"

He cultivates his heart.

He doesn’t cultivate his body.

When Dawa noticed Lin Xiaosu was a bit embarrassed by being snubbed, she quietly pulled him aside: "The truth is, he lacks the aptitude for Martial Arts, so he uses Heart Cultivation as an excuse. You just tore his wound open in front of him."

"From this, we can see that Master Qiu Sang is no ordinary person," Lin Xiaosu sighed.

"Why is that?"

"Under normal circumstances, cultivating Martial Arts requires certain qualifications. But look at Master Qiu Sang, who has over ten disciples, each capable of cultivating Martial Arts. Such insight and Buddhahood, can that be from an ordinary person?"

"Indeed! Everyone says that people like Master Qiu Sang should receive Eternal Heaven’s blessing." Dawa placed one hand on her chest, speaking with devotion.

Over the next two days, Lin Xiaosu and Dawa traversed this land.

Their laughter as they rode their horses across the vast prairie infected the sheep in front of them.

Watering their horses by the Tali River, their youthful reflections shone in the autumn water.

Dawa couldn’t sing. Perhaps she never felt so happy, making it hard for a song to escape her throat. But Lin Xiaosu could sing. Sitting on his horse amid the prairie wind, his voice sounded exceptionally heroic.

It seemed Dawa was totally mesmerized.

At night, the vast prairie fell asleep. The starry sky above was mesmerizing, with a new moon hanging on the horizon, a silent Tali River flowing under the serene prairie...

Dawa sat back-to-back with him under the starlight, gazing at the vast sky.

"Brother Su, in your view, is that moon Little Ye?"

"She’s called Little Ye, and you’re Dawa. Why can’t this moon be you?"

Dawa smiled softly: "You’re breaking the rules again!"

"It’s you who led me to break the rules!"

Dawa didn’t speak again. The quiet night, accompanied by the quiet Tali River, flowed quietly under the moonlight...

That night, what kind of mood was showcased on the prairie, no one knew.

What kind of starlight and moonlight were planted in Dawa’s heart, no one knew.

Meanwhile, in a far-off Luoba State, something astonishing happened in a manor.

Under the starlight, a silhouette suddenly appeared on the highest rooftop of the manor.

White clothes like snow, a silver mask reflecting the moonlight.

"Who are you?" someone shouted.

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A leaf spun out at high speed, and the person’s head exploded in an instant.

The entire manor mobilized, with countless shadows darting about, among them dozens of Genetic People.

The white figure moved like a butterfly among flowers, effortlessly gliding. Flowers flew out, killing people, leaves flew out, killing people. Rocks from the rockery spun out, crashing into a wall and causing it to collapse with a roar.

Duke Glate in the study looked at the figure with incredulous eyes...

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A leaf spun out, piercing his forehead. The head of the Glate Family, which had extensive connections with the Helan Royal Family and a vast estate, had his head blown apart.

In a villa a hundred miles away from the manor, a Caucasian man slammed the table and roared: "Damn it! What is the White Clothed King trying to do?"

Boundless turmoil swept across Europe...

On the prairie, where Lin Xiaosu and Dawa were galloping, Lin Xiaosu received a message and sharply pulled his reins, making the horse rear up.

The rented horse was very docile, but after such wild and unrestrained running, its nature seemed to have been ignited, making it more spirited than usual.

"Brother Su, is something wrong?" Dawa’s horse turned back.

"Yes, something’s up. Dawa, we’ll come out to play next time."

"Alright! Do we need to head back?"

"Yes, giddy up!"

The two horses turned around and dashed off into the distance...

At the inn’s entrance, Dawa said goodbye to Lin Xiaosu cheerfully, carrying a small bag as she headed back to school.

Lin Xiaosu walked quickly to the elevator and entered his room.

Blood Trace was sitting in front of the coffee table with two cups of freshly brewed tea!

To be precise, he started brewing tea when Lin Xiaosu’s figure appeared on the street below.

"Sit!" Blood Trace gestured with his hand.

Lin Xiaosu sat down: "Was it successful?"

"Yes, the turmoil has begun. The higher-ups on the other side will definitely take action!" Blood Trace said, "However, what sort of action remains unknown!"

Lin Xiaosu picked up a cup of tea: "What kinds of actions do you envision?"

Blood Trace said: "From the most ideal to the least ideal, I see four possible actions... First, the higher-ups on the other side directly hold the White Clothed King accountable, triggering their ’anti-traitor’ battle; second, the higher-ups inquire with the White Clothed King, our spies capture this movement, using this opportunity to identify the White Clothed King’s true identity; third, the higher-ups form an implicit rift with the White Clothed King, not immediately evident, but successfully planting a wedge within their ranks... The above three are all ideal moves overall. What I fear is the fourth..."

"The fourth being the higher-ups and the White Clothed King having full strategic mutual trust. They don’t believe this was done by the White Clothed King, not only rendering our actions useless but also inciting the enemy to retaliate against us. Is that correct?"

"Yes!"

"Which of these four scenarios do you think is most likely?" Lin Xiaosu asked.

..." Blood Trace slowly raised his gaze: "If I were to be pessimistic, I’d say the fourth scenario is most likely."

Lin Xiaosu smiled: "We are in agreement! Expecting this assassination to directly cause a rift between the Nine Headed Snake and the White Clothed King is unrealistic. Everything the White Clothed King has done has aligned with their pledges to the opposition, their anti-Summer stance is deeply ingrained, if the Nine Headed Snake were so easily swayed, it wouldn’t even be a worthy opponent for Qianlong."

Blood Trace slowly furrowed his brow...

He wanted to ask if this was a sudden revelation or if Lin Xiaosu had thought of it all along.

If Lin Xiaosu had thought of it from the start, then where was the brilliance in his strategy?

Lin Xiaosu said: "I never expected the ideal scenario to occur. What I truly wanted has always been the fifth!"

"The fifth?" Blood Trace asked: "What’s the fifth?"

"The fifth isn’t thinking from our angle but from his!" Lin Xiaosu said: "Imagine, if the White Clothed King finds out someone impersonated him and launched such a decisive attack, what would he do?"

Blood Trace pondered: "He would try to figure out who this impersonator really is!"

"Can he figure it out?" Lin Xiaosu asked.

"Maybe...yes!"

"Not maybe! He definitely can!"

"Definitely can!" Blood Trace muttered: "Yes, he can! Because everyone has their own activity pattern. We cannot underestimate that organization’s intelligence network. With detailed analysis, he will inevitably know that this impersonator is Xiang Yixiu!"

"And then?" Lin Xiaosu asked.

"Then...then... you mean he will retaliate against Xiang Yixiu!" Blood Trace said, his eyes gleaming like autumn water.

"Yes! This is the true starting point of your plan, isn’t it?"

Blood Trace was deeply impressed: "I’ve indeed bowed to your strategy, Little Su! Now... let’s analyze the odds of him directly entering the campus."

"If the cleverness of the White Clothed King is not exaggerated, the probability of him entering the campus is zero!"

"Xiang Yixiu is very special, with no family, no close relatives, so retaliation against his kin is off the table either."

"Indeed!"

"Then... I still don’t know where they would choose to strike." Blood Trace exhaled softly.

"Would the White Clothed King choose not to retaliate because he can’t find a point of attack?" Lin Xiaosu posed another question.

"Absolutely not!" Blood Trace said: "Because if he doesn’t stop Xiang Yixiu, there will be a next time. Both the White Clothed King and the Nine Headed Snake cannot afford such consequences. Thus, Xiang Yixiu’s ’black hand’ must be severed, and quickly!"

"Exactly, they can’t bear the ’cost of neglect.’ Eliminating Xiang Yixiu is something they must do. When it’s inconvenient for them to do it themselves, do you think there’s a possibility they’ll ’borrow strength’ from someone else?" Lin Xiaosu’s voice carried a hint of mystery.

"Borrow strength? From whom?" Blood Trace’s face changed.

"For example... Kun Cang!"

Blood Trace said slowly: "Kun Cang, do you have this premonition?"

"Kun Cang isn’t a single power but countless forces. While many may be righteous, I believe many are not." Lin Xiaosu said: "For the White Clothed King to rise from there and become an enemy’s King, it’s impossible without backing."

"If Kun Cang...really moves, what should we do?" Blood Trace asked seriously.

"What’s wrong? As a Qianlong King, bearing the national emblem on your shoulders, standing upright, are you afraid of these rats in the gutter?"

Blood Trace said: "You know my answer."

"Yes, I know your answer. You fear no one, no power. You just worry the turmoil might become too severe to manage." Lin Xiaosu said: "But every situation necessitates a change of perspective. You worry about the turmoil, but do they? The world is like this, sometimes it’s all about the ’warrior’s mindset,’ if you dare to expose them and they don’t, you gain the upper ground and righteousness! Once they dare while you don’t, this land becomes a haven for wickedness, and evil surpasses righteousness!"

Blood Trace slowly stood up. The red scar on his forehead looked like it emanated blood.

That evening, a plane landed at Tianjiang Airport.

Xiang Yixiu got off the plane and took a taxi. As the sun set, he returned to the campus.

Returning to his teaching building, a female graduate student had washed dates, waiting for him. Note: These dates are genuine, local specialty large dates known as "milk dates," fresh and red...

Xiang Yixiu ate the dates, then went into his room, feeling thoroughly refreshed.

The next morning, however, someone knocked on the door.

Xiang Yixiu opened the door, slightly surprised to see the people in front of him: "Junior brothers Yiming and Yihe!"

Outside were two monks, both with one hand on their chest: "Brother Yixiu, Master requests that you return to the temple for a discussion."

"Is Master well?"

"Very well!"

"That’s good. When do we leave?"

"Now!"

Xiang Yixiu said: "Let me change my clothes!"

He changed his clothes, glancing at the bathroom where the female graduate student was silently asking what was happening with her eyes.

Xiang Yixiu smiled gently, putting on different clothes. These were not white but gray. Although it was a gray jacket and not flashy, he still looked handsome and charming in it.

He put on a Tibetan hat and drove his car towards the Da Ri Xiaoyao Temple.

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