Everyone's Plans (Continued)

"Alas, why is my younger brother so stupid? He doesn't even have this much comprehension ability. I am truly disappointed in him."

"You keep calling me 'brother' while referring to yourself as 'this concubine,' it's making me uneasy. It's best not to use both at the same time," Si Ming wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "By the way, using Aniruddha Heavenly Eye consumes a lot of Buddhist Power, so you'd better use it sparingly. I'm counting on it to return to the Sea Continent. If you have anything to tell me, say it quickly."

"Waaah, you're already impatient with me? Looks like you've found someone new outside. Hmph, when you come back, I'll see which shameless vixen is seducing a married man. It just so happens that my 'True Scripture of Sinful Punishment' has recently made a breakthrough, perfect for trying out this new trick."

"Sis, I know your public image has crumbled once, but you can't just give up so easily! Quickly recall that Aristocratic Clan young lady who remained composed and aloof despite all the difficulties at the funeral!"

Si Ming was almost dumbfounded. Had the actress playing Xiaolongnü taken Li Mochou's script?

"Alright, time is precious, so I won't tease you anymore," Si Jingyu said with a satisfied tone. "I won't explain the specific strategy to you. You're in the enemy camp; the more you know, the easier it is to slip up. Besides, I've heard that the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King is a bold yet meticulous person. It would be bad if he noticed you. Therefore, all you need to do is four words—act according to the situation."

"... You don't also think that the simpler the strategy, the better, do you?"

Si Ming wondered if this was a pre-arranged agreement between the two sides, or if they were simply wise minds thinking alike.

"The fewer strategic steps, the greater the margin for error. Of course, this is under the premise that the strategic direction is correct. If the direction is wrong, it doesn't matter whether it's simple or complex. As for tactics, they depend on the ability of the executor. Because your role is very important, the more you do, the more mistakes you will make. It's better to do nothing and wait for the opportunity to strike. I will create the external conditions for you, so you don't need to worry about these things."

Faced with such meticulous and thoughtful arrangements, what could Si Ming say? He could only tell them the little information he knew, "The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King has also formulated a strategy and will launch a general offensive in ten days. Of course, there's no guarantee that he won't resort to the same old tricks, releasing false information to lure you into a trap."

"Once bitten by a snake, twice shy. Considering the feelings of the Glazed Temple, even if they receive the news, they won't take it seriously. Therefore, the authenticity of this information is actually quite high. Ten days is enough time for me to enter the Dustless and Stainless Glazed Pure Body stage. Maybe I can be of help to you then."

Speaking of this Dharma Body, it reminded Si Ming of Xilai. He felt that this guy, who was using his good looks to seduce others, had ulterior motives. He immediately told Si Jingyu the possible location where Xilai was being held, and warned, "Be careful when you move. A powerful cultivator who has reached the Spirit Transformation can detect your mental fluctuations. Don't risk getting close to a powerful person to investigate secrets. Aniruddha Heavenly Eye is not omnipotent."

"Ah, thank you for your concern, my husband. I'll take my leave now."

"Wait a minute, let me ask you a question. What if... I mean, what if I really am your younger brother?" Si Ming blurted out the question as if possessed, and immediately regretted it.

After a long silence, just when Si Ming thought the other person had left, a calm reply came:

The truth is only the truth that someone knows.

"Damn humans, how dare they humiliate me in public! They made me lose face so badly!"

Pan E returned to his room and flew into a rage, destroying all sorts of furniture and decorations. Still resentful, he glanced around and saw two Monster Race standing at the door. He grinned maliciously, stretched out his arms, which grew larger and larger as they went, and grabbed the two Monster Race in his palms.

"Your Majesty, spare my life!"

The two servants, who had come with Pan E, naturally knew their leader's temper and immediately begged for mercy, trembling with fear.

"Snort!"

Pan E, and with a pinch of his hands, he crushed the two Monster Race into a pulp, then disgustedly threw them into the artificial lake in the courtyard.

At this moment, an old man with a goat's beard, carrying a snake-headed cane, and with sunken eyes that had no pupils, slowly walked in and said, "Why is Your Majesty so angry?"

Pan E glanced at him, but did not continue to vent his anger. On the one hand, he had just vented a lot of Vicious Qi by killing the two servants, and on the other hand, this was his personal strategist, Evil Master Zhangming, who had come up with many good plans for him and was highly trusted by him.

"I took your advice and volunteered to serve the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King, but I never expected to be so intimidated and humiliated as soon as we met."

He then recounted what had happened in the Spirit King Hall, and said, "I don't care! You have to think of a way to let me vent my Vicious Qi!"

After listening, the Evil Master Zhangming stroked his long beard and said calmly, "Then, Your Majesty, who do you intend to vent your anger on, the Spirit King or the Buddha-Slaying Monk?"

Pan E snorted through his nose. Although he acted rashly, he wasn't so incompetent as to be unable to discern the strength of the opponent. He said, "I do want to get back some face from the Spirit King, but can I defeat him? This guy was caught in the Twin Buddha Formation of the Glazed Temple, yet he could still fight the seven great masters of Buddhist School to a standstill, and even personally killed a Grandmaster. As for that damned Faming of the Prajna Hall, I've fought him before. If we don't fight to the death, neither of us can defeat the other. In the end, he died at the hands of the Spirit King. If I were in his shoes, I don't think I would have fared much better."

The Evil Master Zhangming said leisurely, "There's no need to take revenge personally. In ten days, the Spirit King will have a decisive battle with the Glazed Temple. Although the Spirit King's side has elite troops and seems to have victory in his grasp, the Glazed Temple has been able to fight him for hundreds of years without being destroyed. They must have hidden trump cards and are not just empty names. Who will have the last laugh is still unknown."

You mean?

"If the Spirit King can swiftly destroy the Glazed Temple, demonstrating his domineering destiny and unifying the Southern Martial World, then we will have no choice but to submit, acknowledge him as our master, and dare not harbor any disloyalty. But what if the war goes against us, or even if the Buddhist School turns the tables... Heh, although the Glazed Temple suffered a crushing defeat in the Seven Stars Palace battle, they rescued the Spirit King's blood relative, preserving a glimmer of hope. If a miracle occurs, then don't blame us for taking advantage of their misfortune and replacing them."

After hearing the rosy picture painted by the Evil Master Zhangming, Pan E couldn't help but show his interest. There were three King of Monsters in the Barbarian Continent, and one in each martial arts world. This was not a coincidence, but a matter of resource allocation.

Human Race cultivate by absorbing the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, while Monster Race cultivate by absorbing scattered fragments of spirit. The total population is limited, and unless productivity suddenly surges, the three King of Monsters are the limit. Other Monster Race powerhouses who want to advance will encounter a shortage of resources. Only when the King of Monsters in front make room can they take their place.

"It's too early to talk about this, and judging from the current situation, the chances of Glazed Temple turning the tide are too slim. Let's put aside the matter of revenge against the Spirit King for now, but that damned Human Race must not be let off!"

The thought of that bald man's contemptuous tone, saying he was too weak and mocking him for needing milk, made Pan E. Pure Monster Race don't have a childhood and never need to drink milk.

The Evil Master Zhangming advised, "This Buddha-Slaying Monk is nothing but a dog relying on his master's power. His future is already predetermined. If the Glazed Temple falls, the Purple-Pupiled Spirit King will kill him after he's been caught. If the Spirit King is defeated, the Glazed Temple will not let this traitor go either. No matter who wins or loses, he is destined to be buried with him. Your Majesty, you don't need to do anything. Just wait and watch him walk towards his demise."

Pan E, "That won't do. I have to do it myself, otherwise how can I vent my Vicious Qi! The Purple-Pupiled Spirit King warned us not to cause trouble. If I turn around and cause trouble for that guy, it will easily provoke the Spirit King's anger. If he punishes me personally, I won't be able to withstand it. You have to help me think of a way."

"Your Majesty knows that this action will displease Spirit King, yet you still insist on taking it?"

"That's right. I act on a righteous indignation basis. If someone slaps me in the face, I will never tolerate it until the next day, and I will repay them tenfold!"

The Evil Master Zhangming was silent for a moment, then said, "This matter is actually quite simple. It's just a matter of finding a plausible reason. That Buddha-Slaying Monk is arrogant and conceited, and he can't stand being provoked. Your Majesty only needs to take action against his confidants, and he will surely step in to protect them. In this way, he will be the one to strike first. Even if it reaches the Spirit King's ears, the Spirit King will at most have some complaints about Your Majesty, but he won't punish him. Even if the Spirit King has to spend a fortune to buy his bones, if even Your Majesty can't tolerate him, who will serve him in the future?"

Among the Monster Race, there is no concept of nobles or commoners, but the strong are always respected. Just like when Pan E killed two of his own subordinates, no one can say that he was not. In the eyes of the strong, the lives of the weak are not lives. Even if Pan E was provoking him, as long as he did not directly attack the Buddha-Slaying Monk, he was not the one who attacked first.

"Very well, we'll do it your way. Strategist, you are indeed resourceful and wise."

"Your Majesty flatters me. This is merely my duty," the Evil Master Zhangming bowed humbly, then added, "However, I have a word of advice: that Buddha-Slaying Monk is no easy opponent. I've heard that even the Wing Divine General and the Hundred Divine General combined were no match for him. If Your Majesty is not entirely confident, you should think twice before making a move, lest you suffer an unexpected setback."

Pan E waved his hand dismissively, saying, "Wing Divine General is a piece of trash. I could defeat him with one hand. As for Hundred Divine General, he only knows how to poison and stab people from behind. In a head-on fight, he's just a crippled old man. Even if the two of them team up, I can easily take them down. So, beating them is no big deal. I was careless in the Spirit King Hall before, and that guy managed to sneak up on me. But he won't be so lucky next time. I'm not just strong."

After saying this, he picked up his two axes and strode out menacingly.

Watching Pan E's departing figure, the Evil Master Zhangming shook his head, his eyes suddenly turning gloomy. "A petty person seeking revenge, from morning till night, truly hopeless."

He reached behind him, pulled up his hood to cover his head, and disappeared into the darkness. "Spirit King, I'll wait to see your end. Will you soar like a dragon in the sky, or the Proud Dragon Repents?"

Hualiu was practicing archery in the woods when suddenly, an alarm bell rang. She quickly dodged and flew backward. Then, she saw a figure fall heavily from the sky, landing in her original spot with a loud bang, creating a huge crater and splashing up countless grains of sand.