It's very difficult to judge someone like Zhang Xiren.
You say he's a good person, but he's willing to stop at nothing to achieve his goals, sending thousands of soldiers to their deaths and committing the heinous crime of regicide and treason.
But if you say he's a bad person, all these years he's been scheming for the Great Zhou, not for power, not for profit, and not even for fame.
Even if he succeeds in his plan and manages to kill Zhou Heng and install the crown prince on the throne, his fate will be extremely tragic.
After all, no emperor could tolerate a rebellious minister like Zhang Xiren.
If he can help Zhou Ce kill Zhou Heng today, will he also help others rise to power in the future?
Therefore, what Zhang Xiren ultimately sought was to prolong the life of the Great Zhou Dynasty and usher in an era of lasting peace.
Just like Yang Cheng always told Jiang Xuerou, this world has black and white, but no good or bad.
No one can be simply defined as good or bad.
At this time, Zhang Xiren died, and Zhou Ce was suppressed by the Black-Clad Guards of Zhenwu Hall.
The Night Wanderer had also dealt with the Western envoy of the Great Bright Sect and the monks of Shaolin Temple.
For the Night Wanderer, who possesses the Eight Gates Realm, dealing with these people is not a major problem.
"Damn it, what kind of evil magic does this Great Brightness Cult practice? How can it be so disgusting?"
The Night Wanderer Fang Mingjun broke free from a mass of flesh and blood, transforming into a shadow and appearing beside Yang Cheng, his voice directly transmitted into Yang Cheng's mind.
"Hey kid, I'll help you out this time, and then our deal is done, we'll be even."
Yang Cheng nodded and said, "Of course, the people of your underworld are very trustworthy."
Fang Mingjun pursed his lips and said, "It's not that the underworld keeps its word, it's that I keep my word."
After saying that, Fang Mingjun suddenly said, "Kid, the worldline of this world is changing quite drastically. I'm afraid the whole world will be upgraded soon, otherwise disgusting things like the Great Brightness Cult wouldn't have popped up."
If your strength doesn't show a significant improvement next time, it's best not to rush in.
Yang Cheng was slightly taken aback, then nodded and said, "Thank you for the reminder."
Fang Mingjun chuckled and said, "No need to thank me. I'm just reminding you because I think you have potential."
"You don't seem like the kind of person who'd stay put. If you want to join the Underworld in the future, just leave this symbol in any world other than the main world, and someone will naturally come looking for you."
As he spoke, Fang Mingjun used shadows to draw a peculiar symbol, which seemed to be a strange script that Yang Cheng had never encountered before.
Strangely, Yang Cheng had never encountered this kind of writing before, yet he could recognize the characters for "underworld" at a glance.
Before Yang Cheng could react, Fang Mingjun vanished in a shadow.
For Fang Mingjun, Yang Cheng was merely a pawn in a game.
Although he felt that Yang Cheng was very capable of stirring up trouble and had excellent strength and methods, most importantly, those guys in the upper echelons of the underworld would probably like his crazy spirit.
However, all of this is predicated on Yang Cheng being able to survive several reincarnations and reach at least the strength of a seven-star being, only then will the Underworld truly be interested in him.
In terms of numbers, the Underworld is definitely not as large as the other three major virtual realms, so not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry is qualified to join the Underworld.
Countless beings possess extraordinary talent and brilliance throughout the cycle of reincarnation, but only those who live have a future.
Yang Cheng silently memorized the mark of the underworld, but had no intention of getting involved with it right now.
Even Fatty Wang wasn't sure about the underworld's secrets, let alone a nobody like him.
Without strength, everything is just an illusion.
The Shaolin Temple abbot Faming and others were not actually dead, but their cultivation was crippled by Fang Mingjun, and they were all seriously injured and on the verge of death.
Yang Cheng walked up to Xuan Ji, bowed his head and said, "Old monk, how about we make a deal?"
Hand over the "Sun-Changing Technique," and I will give these people a way out and temporarily refrain from causing trouble for the Shaolin Temple.
You should know that Shaolin Temple is now involved in a serious charge of treason. Forget about being the state religion; it could even be labeled a cult.
Before Xuanji could speak, a Shaolin disciple struggled to his feet and shouted, "Grandmaster Xuanji! We absolutely cannot give the Sun-Changing Technique to this lackey!"
"How can we face our ancestral masters when our supreme secret techniques of Shaolin Temple have fallen into the hands of this thief?"
Yang Cheng glanced at the other man and said calmly, "Kill him."
Chen Da sneered and smashed the stick down, shattering it like a watermelon.
Xuanji raised his hand to stop him, but what he saw was this scene.
"Since someone doesn't want to live, I won't stop them. Master Xuanji, what have you thought about it?"
Yang Cheng was still very envious of the "Changing the Sun Technique".
The two techniques, "Stealing the Sky and Changing the Sun," complement each other and can reach the realm of shattering the void.
These two cultivation techniques are among the few in this world that can be cultivated to their peak, so it wouldn't be a loss to collect and cultivate them together.
A bitter, dejected smile appeared on Xuanji's face.
I'm at their mercy, like a fish on a chopping board. What else can I do?
"If this old monk hands over the Sun-Changing Technique, Grand Commander Yang, are you truly willing to let Faming and the others go and not pursue the responsibility of Shaolin Temple?"
Yang Cheng said calmly, "I, Yang Cheng, keep my word. If I say I won't go, I won't go."
His mission was complete after today, so why would he have time to cause trouble for the Shaolin Temple?
Xuanji tore off his monk's robe, forcing out blood, and then carved a lifelike image of the Great Sun Tathagata and his cultivation techniques on the robe.
Writing out the Great Law of Changing the Sun almost exhausted all of Xuanji's energy, and he immediately passed away on the spot.
After putting away the "Changing the Sun Technique," Yang Cheng walked up to Zhou Heng and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, all these traitors have now been executed, but just in case, please return to the palace to rest."
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