"Complete all reforms within a month. This is my determination, and no one is allowed to waver. This battle is destined to affect the interests of the wealthy and high-ranking officials, but no one can change this outcome. The wheels of history will eventually turn forward. Anyone who dares to stop it is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. I don't mind killing a few scapegoats as a warning to others! Pass on my order: anyone who dares to be passive or disobedient will be executed without mercy!"
"It's the young marshal!"
A sweeping transformation is underway in Shanghai.
This transformation is tantamount to completely overturning the table of ancient martial arts.
Although the Shangguan and Murong families have seemingly lost, some deeply ingrained issues cannot be resolved overnight.
In some unseen places, the Shangguan clan and the four upper families can still slowly recover and secretly eke out a living.
This is a problem with the development model. The lingering influence of the ancient martial arts' powerful relatives has not been eradicated. If this problem is not fundamentally resolved, the ancient martial arts can still turn the tables and regain control of the economy after Lin Yu leaves.
Therefore, if we're going to do it, we should do it thoroughly; Lin Yu had this determination from the very beginning.
In addition, it remains to be seen when the ancient martial arts clan will make its move against him.
Han Ling Shuang prevented the three families from joining forces, but the Shangguan, Shen, and Long families would not let it go. Soon, the patriarchs of each family contacted the arbitration tribunal.
On this day, it is said that several patriarchs held a banquet in the East Sea and brought out all their treasured treasures.
"The presiding judge has agreed and will organize an arbitration meeting as soon as he gets back!"
"Han Ling Shuang doesn't represent anything. As long as the presiding judge takes the lead, no one can stop the arbitration!"
"Killing this brat will avenge the Murong clan and restore honor to our ancient martial arts!"
The younger generation, including Long Aotian and Shen Meilin, all voiced their opinions and made their own pronouncements.
The East China Sea was shrouded in a dark cloud, like a monster looking down on the pearl of Shanghai.
Lin Yu stood in front of the glass, watching the impending storm, and couldn't help but smile slightly.
"Let the storm rage on!"
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arbitral tribunal.
The mountains rise and fall, deep within the palace grounds.
There was a dark palace with a less than pleasant environment.
It stands out starkly from other magnificent halls.
The entire arbitration tribunal, comprised of more than a dozen temples, each has countless legends and histories.
This one is the only one, making it seem particularly special.
Down on one's luck, transferred, desolate.
It's hard to imagine what kind of person this temple master is, that he has fallen to such a state.
In fact, there wasn't a single person sweeping or cleaning in the entire hall and courtyard.
At this moment, only a beautiful woman dressed in royal robes was sweeping the fallen leaves in the courtyard into a pile.
She had been busy all morning, and after finishing tidying up, she finally sat down to rest.
"Old man, the house is such a mess, and you don't even bother to clean it up. Just how lazy are you? You're supposed to be the Lord of Wuchen Palace, but this isn't Wuchen, it's a garbage dump!"
Han Ling Shuang shouted loudly into the hall.
The gate was tightly shut, and no one answered.
If an ordinary person saw this scene, they would probably be shocked.
In the past hundred years, let alone standing in this courtyard and cursing someone, even if you just pass by and say a bad word, you would probably be instantly turned into a pool of blood.
The Hall of Dustlessness is the most terrifying temple in the entire Arbitration Tribunal, bar none.
Even the judge wouldn't normally want to provoke the people here.
This temple master never participated in any of the arbitration tribunal's meetings; he simply secluded himself, whether for cultivation or some other purpose, no one knew.
Some people have said that he was imprisoned here.
Who imprisoned him?
It is said to be an incredibly powerful being in the back mountain.
That being has been absent from the world for a very long time; it is said that the last time it appeared was a hundred years ago.
That year, towering waves crashed in the South China Sea, causing a massive tsunami, and a ferocious dragon was born, attacking the coast.
That terrifying being came riding the waves from the sea, standing on a black dragon!
The black dragon collapsed, and the seas and rivers were calm and peaceful.
Some say he is the incarnation of the saint Mazu, while others say he is an invincible being in this world.
The existence of this Dustless Palace is that of a powerful figure from the same era as that person.
This woman has some nerve! She actually dares to yell and shout here.
Even though we are both heads of the arbitration tribunal, you, a junior, are far too rude.
After all, the difference between two temple masters can sometimes be immeasurable.
I remember when Jiang Enyi had just become the temple master, he passed by here and wanted to pay a visit, but was turned away and casually complained.
As a result, he was blasted away by an invisible force and almost fell from the sacred realm.
This clearly demonstrates that this person's cultivation is unfathomable.
"Hey! You old codger, I've been cleaning for you for so long and you haven't said a word. Do you have any manners?" Han Ling Shuang shouted into the hall again.
There has still been no response.
"Hmph! Fine, you're going to stay silent, huh? I brought some top-quality Jiannanchun liquor with me this time. If you don't want to drink it, I'll just drink it myself!"
As Han Ling Shuang spoke, she took out a bottle of baijiu from her pocket, uncorked it, and gulped it down.
Bang!
The next second, the hall door was suddenly flung open, and an old man in a tattered black robe flew over like lightning, snatched the wine bottle from Han Ling Shuang's hand, and eagerly poured it into his mouth.
"Ha~ Not bad, not bad!"
"A wine from the Tang Dynasty court, now Jiannanchun! Truly a fine vintage!"
The old man in black robes couldn't help but sigh, then looked at Han Ling Shuang with a sly smile and leaned closer. "Girl, didn't the old cellar of Jiangnan Chun collapse during the last earthquake? When I went to check, I couldn't even find a single grain of lees. Where did you get it?"
Han Ling Shuang snorted, "I know you like to drink, and you won't drink anything less than a hundred or so cups. I specially went to Sichuan to find a dragon vein and auspicious burial sites to dig this up for you. Look, it's still covered in mud!"
puff!
The old man in black robes was about to take a sip when he heard this, and he suddenly spat it out.
"Damn it! Are you kidding me? A burial drink?!"
"Hahahaha!" Seeing his embarrassed look, Han Ling Shuang couldn't help but laugh heartily. She then said, "Alright, I won't tease you anymore. It wasn't dug out of a tomb. I personally visited and collected it from an old family in Sichuan. You can drink it without worry!"
The old man in black robes was relieved and pointed at her with his finger, saying, "You little rascal, I've known you since you were a child, you're no pushover!"
"Tsk tsk, you finally put on this robe? Looks like that bastard Jiang Enyi has already been killed by you?"
There was no surprise in the old man's eyes.
He watched this girl grow up, and her current situation was entirely within his expectations.
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