“The three councils failed this time, and they will definitely try to get the Chief Justice and the other temple masters to put pressure on me!” Han Ling Shuang said, clenching her fist.
"Do you need my help?" Lin Yu asked.
Han Ling Shuang shook her head. "There's no need for Master to intervene yet. You've already drawn a line of fire with the three ancient martial arts clans, so you can't afford to make any more enemies. I'll handle the Arbitration Court. As long as I can persuade one or two of the temple masters, the Chief Justice won't listen to the ancient martial arts families' advice! The Arbitration Court's rule is that a major decision requires the unanimous vote of all temple masters; otherwise, even the Chief Justice isn't qualified to make a decision!"
"Isn't the presiding judge the highest-ranking official in the arbitration tribunal?" Lin Yu asked, somewhat puzzled.
Han Ling Shuang smiled and said, "Master, you're overthinking it. The Chief Judge is indeed the highest-ranking official in the Arbitration Tribunal, but the Arbitration Tribunal is not just about the Chief Judge and the Ten Great Temples. In the back mountain of the Arbitration Tribunal, there are some elusive figures who are the nuclear weapons of the Arbitration Tribunal. They are legendary figures who can intimidate the entire martial arts world!"
Lin Yu's expression grew increasingly surprised, and he couldn't help but ask, "How strong are these people?"
Han Ling Shuang shook her head. "I am not qualified to go to the back mountain. I don't know how strong these beings are. I only know that hundreds of years ago, a peak battle took place in the martial arts world. All these people were defeated by one person. Some died, some were crippled, and they were then confined to the back mountain of the Arbitration Court. There were even a few beings above the Saint Realm and below the heavens who were exiled overseas! Of course, these are all legends, and I have no way of knowing whether they are true or false!"
After hearing this, Lin Yu's eyes flickered.
The world is much bigger than he imagined.
The old blind man once said, "Don't always think you're invincible. You can't even look directly at the sun's rays, so how dare you say you've transcended humanity and established yourself on the path of immortality! In ancient times, a supreme god could bring down a golden crow with a single glance. Compared to your current cultivation level, it's nothing."
He once thought that he would be invincible after reaching the Foundation Establishment stage.
It seems that this world is still a little dangerous. Only by forming the Golden Core and striving towards the Nascent Soul stage can one be safer.
As Han Ling Shuang said, this is a critical time to deal with the ancient martial arts families, and it is not advisable to make too many enemies.
"Let's do it your way. I'll leave the arbitration tribunal to you!" Lin Yu said calmly.
"Yes, Master, Ling Shuang will not fail in her mission!" Han Ling Shuang assured.
...
The night passed silently.
Yandu, Yan Gui Lou.
Today is the council of several major clans.
Wu Tiande and his son arrived early.
Upstairs, there was a private room with an antique style.
A few sparrows were chirping and chattering on the telephone poles outside, which was annoying.
"Dad, it's almost noon, why haven't they come yet?" Wu Sen looked at the time, his mood becoming increasingly anxious.
Wu Tiande sat with his eyes closed, the tea in front of him steaming. He had already had the water refilled twice.
"What's the rush? You have to be patient when drinking tea. Even a weak tea can be enjoyed three times!" Wu Tiande said leisurely.
Wu Sen couldn't help but snort, "I didn't experience any lingering aftertaste; all I experienced was the coldness of human nature!"
"Back in the day, when our Wu family was at its peak, every single one of them was obsequious to you, Father, and respectfully called you 'Old Brother.' But now look at you! Ever since you left the cabinet, it's like the tea has turned cold after you left!" Wu Sen said indignantly.
"Isn't this just human nature?"
Wu Tiande slowly opened his eyes. "So, do you really expect that after someone leaves, the tea will stay hot and the pastries will stay fresh?"
Wu Tiande glanced out the window and said, "Look at the bustling crowds in Beijing. How many people toil day and night just to have a foothold in this place where every inch of land is precious? The courtyard houses around here cost hundreds of millions. Not to mention here, even outside Beijing, the price of a house is seventy or eighty thousand yuan per square meter. If ordinary people don't work hard, do they expect to buy a house easily or find a job casually?"
"No one in this world has it easy!"
Wu Sen was speechless after being rebuked by these words.
“Dad, that’s not what I meant. Besides, are we just ordinary people? We’re a noble family!” Wu Sen emphasized.
"A noble family?" Wu Tiande shook his head and chuckled, self-deprecatingly saying, "In the entire Great Xia, our ancestors were farmers for three generations, not even nobles. Where did this noble family come from? Son, remember this: others may look up to you, but we can't look up to ourselves! Our Wu family's current prosperity is all thanks to the merits and blessings of our ancestors. But these merits and blessings can't last forever. As the old saying goes, wealth doesn't last three generations, and there's some truth to that. Three is an extreme number, like tea leaves. After three infusions, it loses its flavor. If you want to preserve the tea's taste, you need to use money and power to invest in fresh tea leaves! With these two things, you can always drink fresh tea! But to keep these two things, you need enough patience and strategy, understand?"
Wu Sen seemed to understand something, and lowered his head, saying, "Your son is ashamed!"
Wu Tiande smiled slightly, “Heaven is unfair because everyone starts from a different point in time. This is our advantage because we stand on the shoulders of our ancestors. But Heaven is also fair because all beings have troubles, and troubles follow us no matter what class we are in. The poor worry about how to eat their fill, the rich worry about how to make money and maintain their class, and our trouble is how to rule and appease the poor, and then how to harvest the wealth of the rich!”
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