Chapter 472 Trial of Gold 2
Upstairs, Chang Hao and Shang Rong were playing chess when they sensed Zi Wu, who was 'breaking through', appear in front of Shang Rong's residence. A hint of a smile flashed in Chang Hao's eyes. Not bad, if any matter is not handled properly, there is no way to move forward.
For Ziwu's age, it's already quite impressive that he's achieved this much.
Shang Rong held a white piece between his fingers, pondering for a long time, but still couldn't make a move.
"This old minister is old and concedes defeat." Shang Rong put down the white pieces.
“Prime Minister, you have something on your mind, but your heart is not focused. How can you win?” Chang Hao glanced at Shang Rong. Recently, many ministers have been restless and agitated, and there have been undercurrents in the court. He had seen it all.
"Your Majesty, you have specially created a Primordial Realm for the human race. Since you have recommended Grand Master Jiang to build it, I trust you." Shang Rong had no worries. He was already so old; how much longer could he live?
"Jiang Ziya is loyal and devoted, and will surely be able to complement the future emperor and achieve great things." Chang Hao is about to return to his position, and it is no longer appropriate for him to get too involved.
The future of humanity belongs to humanity itself. Chang Hao cannot go against the declaration he made when he became a saint. Immortals have been gone for a long time, but the Daoist tradition will be passed down through generations. Literature carries the Dao, and literature will be passed down through generations. The Dao will nourish the heart. This is not something that can be accomplished by mere words.
"I have a question in my mind, but I don't know whether I should say it." This matter had been on Shang Rong's mind for a long time.
"Prime Minister, please speak freely. Do I lack the magnanimity of a ruler, thus preventing you from speaking your mind?" Chang Hao teased.
"Your Majesty is too kind," Shang Rong laughed at himself for being cautious his whole life, and it seemed he would never be able to shake off his tendency to overthink. "If we move our entire clan to Hongmeng, will we lose our path to immortality?"
Shang Rong feared that with no path between immortals and mortals, and that once completely severed, the human race would lose its path to immortality.
Although only one in ten thousand pure humans has the talent for cultivation, it's better to find a few if you look carefully, than none at all.
Cultivating the Tao is not the primary task for humanity, but it is indispensable. Human power has its limits, and there are always things beyond human control that can only be addressed by the gods.
"The Prime Minister's considerations are thorough, and I sincerely admire them," Chang Hao patted Shang Rong on the shoulder and comforted him, "If there is truly a genius in cultivation, one can ascend to heaven in broad daylight simply by relying on the inherited lineage of cultivation. The path to ascension has always been there."
A genius who can cultivate to become a true immortal simply by relying on the inherited lineage—why not quickly guide him to the Earthly Immortal Realm, or leave such a powerful weapon in the Primordial Chaos Realm?
This clan relocation means that any human with the cultivation level of an Earth Immortal will still have to struggle in the Earth Immortal Realm and will not be able to go to the Primordial Realm to live a good life without natural enemies.
"Prime Minister, you are also on the list for this Investiture of the Gods. If you are worried, you can go and watch over it yourself." After watching for a while, the Prime Minister will realize that the problems he is worried about are not problems at all.
After Chang Hao finished speaking, he gently fanned himself with his jade fan and his gaze fell on the young man who had just entered the room.
Standing half a step behind Chang Hao, Shang Rong finally understood why the King had suddenly come to visit; it turned out his true intentions were not what they seemed.
"This is Young Master Ziwu, the eldest grandson of Bigan. He is a pragmatic man. Knowing that my family has a large collection of books, he has come to borrow them many times. Even when I made things difficult for him, he never backed down. Bigan was lucky to have such a successor." As Shang Rong said this, he looked at Ziwu, who was walking towards them from the side path, with some envy. Not everyone can have Bigan's luck.
Chang Hao smiled without saying a word. Having seen Zi Wu with his own eyes, he felt reassured.
For someone of Ziwu's age, it is truly remarkable that he is willing to calmly study archives and documents and is willing to delve into the lives of ordinary people.
"Let's go, I'll meet this young master Ziwu." Chang Hao closed his jade fan and gestured for the Prime Minister to go first. He wanted to test Ziwu's judgment.
Shang Rong's back tensed up for a moment, and Chang Hao gently patted Shang Rong's tense posture with his fan, telling her to relax.
"Young Master Ziwu, this way please." The guards at Shang Rong's residence led Ziwu to the library with practiced ease.
"Thank you," Ziwu thought that Prime Minister Shang Rong's residence was unusually quiet today. "I wonder if the Prime Minister is here? I would like to inquire after the Prime Minister's well-being." Only by seeing the Prime Minister could Ziwu safely return home with the Prime Minister's help.
Ziwu refused to believe that everything he had encountered today was an accident; someone must have wanted him dead, and he was deliberately defying their wishes.
"Yes, I am," the gatekeeper said familiarly. "The Prime Minister has guests today and instructed that if you come, you can go directly to the library."
Ziwu seemed to be deep in thought. This "guest," who could be accompanied by Prime Minister Shang in person, must be either a favored junior nephew or a colleague.
Two figures slowly approached from around the corner of the artificial hill.
"Ziwu greets the Prime Minister." Ziwu had sharp eyes and was very observant of everything around him as he entered the residence. He immediately spotted the two people who had come together.
"I dare not accept such formalities, Young Master Ziwu." Shang Rongxu helped Ziwu up and introduced him to Chang Hao, "This is Young Master Chang, who recently moved to Chaoge. Young Master Chang has a vast collection of books. If you can get his approval to enter the library, you will definitely benefit greatly."
"Young Master Chang..." Ziwu greeted him with a cupped hand.
"Young Master Ziwu..." Chang Hao nodded with a smile, but did not bow. Having once made Hongjun bow to death, he dared not act recklessly again.
"Prime Minister Shang..."
Shang Rong subconsciously turned to the side.
"Prime Minister Shang is exaggerating. If Prime Minister Shang were willing to offer up his family's collection of books, I would gladly give him my own collection as a gift." Chang Hao said jokingly, but Shang Rong could clearly sense the seriousness in His Majesty's eyes.
At this time, most families with books in their collections had received them as gifts from friends or family members, or they had written books themselves. It was already considered difficult for close relatives to be allowed to enter and read them.
Shang Rong thought about the family's book collection and the royal palace's book collection. There was no need to compare; the royal palace's book collection was definitely richer than her family's.
"Let me think about it," Shang Rong said reservedly, clearly longing for it, yet feigning politeness to this devil.
Ziwu felt something was off; there was a sense of incongruity between Prime Minister Shang Rong and this suddenly appearing Young Master Chang.
Chang Hao continued to focus his attention on Zi Wu. Collecting books was just a side matter; the most urgent task was to find a good leader who could lead the human race to settle in Hongmeng.
Shang Rong was caught in a glance and quickly pulled himself out of his daydreams. "Young Master Ziwu, would you be willing to accompany me for a walk?"
"I couldn't ask for more." Although Ziwu felt something was amiss, and although his aunt and uncle wanted to harm him, he thought that since they were all at Shang Rong's residence, if they really wanted to do something to him, he would have a better chance of survival if he stayed by Shang Rong's side.
"Young Master Chang has never seen the courtyard I meticulously designed. I wonder if it will please you now that you've seen it?" Shang Rong was very proud of his garden.
“Not bad,” Chang Hao said casually.
Ziwu raised an eyebrow and stole another glance at Chang Langjun, suddenly their eyes met.
"Why is Young Master Ziwu staring at me?" Chang Hao waited patiently for Ziwu's excuse.
"Young master is handsome. Everyone has a love for beauty. I am just an ordinary man, but to have seen him like this is enough to make this trip worthwhile." Ziwu pretended to be calm, showing no sign of guilt at being caught, but in reality, he was feeling very uneasy.
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