Although Haotian was a child, he still came from there and had been with Hongjun the longest. Who knows what this guy actually learned?
Only five people present remained conscious: Chang'e, who was naturally very clear-headed as the caster; Tathagata, whose strength had improved rapidly after betraying his sect; Yaochi, who was currently jealous of Chang'e; Haotian, a man with both strength and ambition; and the last one was Marshal Tianpeng.
The problem arises when these four are put together. Tathagata is the founder of Buddhism and one of the few people in the Three Realms who can speak for themselves in terms of both status and power (in an era when saints do not appear). Yaochi and Haotian are the nominal rulers of the Three Realms, representing the orthodox leadership of the state organs. However, Marshal Tianpeng has gone too far.
Marshal Tianpeng commands 100,000 troops in the Heavenly River, which sounds impressive, but in reality, he is nothing compared to the previous three. Buddha can summon hundreds of thousands of Buddhist soldiers with a single roar, not to mention Buddhist believers. Yaochi and Haotian at least have a legitimate claim to power. Even if they don't actually command many troops, most of the listed gods in the Heavenly Court will respond when they roar.
Therefore, the 100,000 Heavenly River Navy is no match for them, and they are also subject to the constraints of Haotian. As for Marshal Tianpeng's cultivation level, it goes without saying that he is still a Taiyi Loose Immortal, a cannon fodder of the lowest level. How can it not make people feel uncomfortable to have him here?
Humans have a strange trait: the so-called "superior and inferior" dynamic. When some people rise to the top, even if they were once quite poor, they can't stand seeing others who are still struggling receiving the same treatment. It feels like an insult. They completely forget that they themselves were once just as poor, perhaps even worse off. Or perhaps, when they think they've succeeded, they were actually just as bad as the pot calling the kettle black.
Take, for example, a certain South Korean country. It is a group of people who came to China halfway through their lives and barely managed to survive and slowly pass through the primitive society with the support of the ancient Chinese. They have no cultural foundation and rely on imitating others for everything. They have no spiritual beliefs and lack not only cultural background but also a sense of national identity. The only concept they insist on, such as "a certain ethnic group has a noble bloodline," is copied from another island nation. In reality, they are just a group of insects living on duckweed, thinking themselves superior to single-celled organisms underwater, yet refusing to bow down to those humans living on land.
Such a country and such a people are truly pathetic.
At this point, I think the term "lackey" should be a positive one, since it's still much better than those other terms.
But that's a digression. Let's talk about Marshal Tianpeng now. He's in a bad situation because he's been targeted by a group of self-righteous people. I don't think the outcome will be good.
Putting all that aside, under the influence of Chang'e's "Celestial Dance," everyone present was like a madman, drinking heavily from their wine cups while staring intently at Chang'e, afraid of missing a single detail. Little did they know that the wine was no good either, and everyone got completely drunk.
Only a few sober people in the room remained unaffected and were not affected.
Haotian thought to himself, "It's strange that this person, with such cultivation, is unaffected." He then glanced at Tathagata, but Tathagata seemed unaware of it, and he secretly pondered the matter.
“Nowadays, unless there is a great calamity, sages will not appear in the world. Several major forces have shrunk somewhat due to the rise of Buddhism. But even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. No matter what, it is still much stronger than the strength I have.”
"In this Heavenly Court, the Chan and Jie sects are divided into two factions, which are not easy to deal with and are not under my control. Fortunately, I am usually careful and have cultivated some immortals in private, but they are still not comparable to these major sects. Take Buddhism for example, there are countless Buddhist disciples on Mount Ling, three thousand Buddhas, and even more Arhats and Bodhisattvas. This kind of strength is what I want, but it is not my ultimate goal. If I want to truly make those saints submit to me, I still need to strengthen my own power."
Thinking of this, Haotian glanced at Marshal Tianpeng, who was about to face a great calamity, and sneered inwardly. "This fellow is probably also sent down by the Supreme Sage. Laozi is the most cunning. He usually talks about inaction, but when it comes to scheming, he is a complete villain. No wonder his disciples call him a great thief. If that's true, then Marshal Tianpeng's performance is probably due to some tricks taught by Laozi. He doesn't usually care about anything, but he always plants a spies in key places. So I can't let him get away with it. This fellow has 100,000 Heavenly River Navy soldiers under his command. Although they are not very useful compared to others, they are better than nothing. Besides, there aren't many troops in the Heavenly Court that I truly control."
Thinking of this, Haotian hated those saints even more. After the Investiture of the Gods, the Chan Sect controlled the upper echelons of the Heavenly Court's administration, and the Jie Sect controlled the Zhou Tian Stars. Almost all the gods were under the control of the Jie Sect. Originally, Haotian wanted to cultivate Li Jing as a confidant, but he had a deep relationship with Buddhism, which made Haotian wary. So, when you think about it, Haotian really doesn't have many troops under his control.
Just then, the usually unremarkable Marshal Tianpeng suddenly appeared, just like a pillow appearing when you're sleepy.
A glint of light flashed in Haotian's eyes, but his face remained blank. He held a wine cup in his hand, and with a slight extension of one finger, an extremely faint wisp of air swept towards Marshal Tianpeng. No one present knew this, not even Buddha.
The previously sober Marshal Tianpeng suddenly seemed to be possessed, standing up abruptly, knocking over the wine table, and lunging at Chang'e.
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