Framing the Innocent

However, the Confucian School Li State was still embroiled in war and preoccupied with its own problems, so it was impossible for them to send anyone to help. Germany Daoist School of governance had always been meddlesome, emphasizing tranquility and non-action, and was accustomed to minding only their own business. Although they would certainly send someone to help, one could not expect them to put in much effort. Therefore, the only school that could truly help was the Mohist School, which was dedicated to benefiting the world. Xing Daozhuang, as the most famous Mohist School Spirit Transformation in the Northern Continent, was undoubtedly invited and officially participated in the meeting as the representative of the Su State.

Thanks to Xing Daozhuang's connections, Si Ming and his group were able to enter the building where the joint meeting was being held. Along the way, they felt the heavy atmosphere of an impending great battle. Everyone they met had a stern face, held their breath, and looked solemn.

Seeing that Si Ming and Yu Shuying both looked preoccupied, Si Huaruo did not disturb them. As a non-disciple of the Mohist School, she could hardly understand their feelings; it was a difference in perspective, unrelated to cultivation level.

Si Ming may not yet possess the noble sentiments of the Mohist, but having experienced numerous calamities, he has already acquired the magnanimity of Mohist, treating the rise and fall of the world as his own responsibility—a mindset that Si Huaruo cannot comprehend.

However, Si Huaruo didn't care. Her idea was simple: as long as Si Ming needed her help, she would do her best. As for what to do or why to do it, she didn't care. She would be satisfied as long as she could help.

Suddenly, Si Huaruo recalled the thought that had suddenly arisen in her during the breakout battle not long ago, so she approached Ying Zhou and said, "After witnessing your battle, I was thinking that this martial art might be very suitable for you."

As she spoke, she took out a neatly compiled martial arts manual, which was the "Heart-Severing Sword Technique" that Shi Muyan had taught her.

Having fought side-by-side before, Ying Zhou naturally wouldn't show any displeasure towards Si Huaruo. Even though he wasn't very interested, he didn't refuse outright. He took the manual, turned a page, and shook his head, saying, "I'm skilled in swordsmanship; I don't have the extra energy to learn Swordsmanship."

Si Huaruo hurriedly explained, "The Heart-Severing Sword Technique emphasizes intent over technique, and emotion over form. Since you're not good at Swordsmanship, we can modify a few movements and turn it into the Heart-Severing Saber Technique."

Ying Zhou was still somewhat hesitant. In his opinion, the "Brahma Sea Asura Art" and the "Chan Sea Saber Technique" alone were enough for him to study for half a lifetime. He was not a genius like Si Ming who could learn from many masters. Rather than ending up with a situation where he couldn't do everything at once, he would rather focus on one thing and study it carefully.

Before Ying Zhou could speak, Si Huaruo said, "Don't be so quick to refuse. It won't waste much time anyway. Why not try cultivating it? If you really feel it's not suitable or you're not satisfied, you can always return this manual to me later."

Seeing this, Si Ming chimed in, "Yeah, trying it won't get you pregnant. It's not like you're making hundreds of thousands a minute. Do you really care about taking a little time? What if you happen to hit it off?"

Ying Zhou said irritably, "After hearing what you said, I don't even want to practice anymore."

However, that was just talk. In the end, he still accepted the "Heart-Severing Sword Technique," which may also be because Si Ming brought Murong Wu along to persuade him.

At this moment, Yu Shuying suddenly said, "Actually, now is a good opportunity."

"What opportunity?" Si Ming asked, playing the straight man.

"If we impersonate members of the Remote Heaven Society and attack this building, then the Remote Heaven Society be firmly accused of colluding with the Demon Race."

Si Ming was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed excitedly, "Why didn't you say such a good idea sooner! Remote Heaven Society can't stand up and explain, and even if he did, no one would believe him. If this lump of mud is thrown on him, even if it's not shit, it'll still look like shit."

He glanced at the clock and said with deep regret, "Alas, it's probably too late now."

Yu Shuying said, "I just thought of that too. If you really want to do this, you can try to cause trouble, prolong the meeting, and then hurry up and take action. Anyway, you don't need a very sophisticated disguise."

Just as Si Ming was pondering whether to do it, a violent explosion suddenly occurred, and the entire building shook.

Everyone turned their gaze to Si Ming, Si Ming quickly said, "I didn't do it!"

Chapter 677 Framing

An underground pub in Nation of Valor.

Affected by the war mobilization order, the tavern business was extremely sluggish. The usually bustling hall was now only occupied by a few scattered figures. There was no one singing on the stage, and even the waiters' voices had become weak and listless.

"Waiter, another five catties of Shi Dong Chun tea."

Sitting alone in the corner, Shentu Chuang slammed his fist on the table and shouted loudly.

The waiter brought over the drinks and said helplessly, "Sir, we don't use the term 'shop assistant' here. We call them waiters or servers."

Shentu Chuang took the wine, waved his hand, and said, "It's fine with this. Just know I'm calling you. Don't be so fussy and petty, you're a grown man."

Normally, the waiter might have explained the differences to the customer, but lately he simply didn't have the energy, so he shook his head and took the tray back.

Shentu Chuang filled the wine vessel to the brim, downed it in one gulp, and let out an incredibly satisfying sound, "This wine is damn strong! It feels like my throat and stomach are frozen when I drink it, but after a while, a warming sensation comes out, wave after wave, like winter turning into spring, or the sun melting snow. No wonder it's a famous Nation of Valor wine. Nether Lord, would you like a glass?"

He raised his empty wine glass and gestured forward. Sometime during the night, Nether Lord sat down opposite him without attracting anyone's attention or finding anything amiss; it was as if Nether Lord had been sitting there all along.

"Forget it. Alcohol kills brain cells. Unlike you, I make a living with my brain."

"Pretending to be sophisticated," Shentu Chuang clicked his tongue. "The Demon Race has launched a full-scale war. The entire Northern Continent is engulfed in war and chaos. It's the perfect time to fish in troubled waters. Tell me what mission you have."

Nether Lord took a cup of Biluochun tea from a passing waiter's tray and said, "I came here to remind you of this: abandon all the tasks assigned before, and do nothing."

"Oh, why?"

"Our goal is to destroy the Eternal Barrier, at least on the surface. To the general public, the Eternal Barrier is too far away, and they don't understand what it means until it's destroyed. Therefore, they don't see us as enemies. But it's different if you get involved with the Demon Race. Everyone can trace their lineage back a few generations or go back a few generations, and they'll find that some of their relatives or friends died at the hands of the Demon Race. This is a deep-seated pain. Anyone or any organization that gets involved with the Demon Race will become an object of everyone's hatred."

Shentu Chuang said nonchalantly, "It doesn't really matter, does it? We're a villainous organization anyway. If we're not hated, do you expect us to become dark idols?"

"The Heaven-Defying Society many supporters. Some believe that a bright future will arrive after the Eternal Barrier is broken, while others think that cooperating with us is profitable. But no matter who they are, they don't think that the Demon Race winning the war would benefit them. If they knew that the Heaven-Defying Society ties with the Demon Race, the vast majority would stop cooperating. There are different types of villainous organizations. The kind of villains who aim to destroy the world or exterminate humanity are the worst and have no future. We must become an idol-like villainous organization with ideals, culture, discipline, and determination."

The two openly discussed the organization's secrets in public, but no one glanced at them, as if they had been completely forgotten. Meanwhile, the waiter was apologizing to the customer who had ordered Biluochun tea for bringing an empty plate, a truly careless act.

"If nothing is done, what should Shenzhu do?" Shen Tuchuang asked in confusion.

"Let the Monster Race handle it. The Moth Emperor desperately wants to rescue her people, but they are all imprisoned under the Divine Pillar. So what we need to do is give her a push when she breaks the seal."

"That would leave clues, wouldn't it? Ordinary people don't care about the Eternal Barrier, but the Mohist Knight Guard and those Spirit Transformation experts certainly do. With careful investigation, it won't be difficult to find our trail."

"Therefore, we need a scapegoat to take all the blame."

"Who?"

"Thunder King Xing Daozhuang".

Shentu Chuang paused for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "This guy... is indeed quite suitable. He is a Monster Race, and once his identity is revealed, he will be unable to defend himself. This is more effective than any evidence. Even if he has no connection with the Moth Emperor, others will assume that the two are closely related. In fact, the two are indeed related, and this cannot withstand investigation, thus becoming irrefutable evidence."

Furthermore, the emergence of a Human Race traitor among the Mohist is a huge blow to their reputation, and the selection of a non-human race as commander by the allied forces is also a major scandal. In order to clear their names, they will desperately try to shift the blame onto Xing Daozhuang and put on an innocent face to denounce the Mohist School. This plan can be described as killing three birds with one stone.

It's a pity, though. I really admire this Thunder King a nickname for a spy). For decades, he played his role perfectly, fooling not only the disciplined Mohist School but also the entire world. He's a legend in the world of undercover work. It's no easy feat; it requires immense self-control and an unwavering will. The world owes him an award for Best Actor.

Nether Lord smiled and said, "I admire him too, so I gave him a chance, but he refused. There's nothing we can do about it. Once the two Divine Pillar are severed, the weakened effect of the Eternal Barrier will become obvious, Heaven-Defying Society easily become the target of everyone's attacks. At that time, we need another villainous organization to draw our attention. The Monster Race is an excellent target. As the saying goes, those Non-Self kind will surely have different hearts. Humans cannot tolerate the Demon Race, so naturally they cannot accept the Monster Race either."