"What do you mean, fake?"
"That kid is fake."
Scholar Wen beside him froze for a moment, then said in horror, "How could he be fake? His bloodline and soul are both real!"
"If he were really fake, would those clan elders fail to see it?"
"They know he is fake too."
"But who says a fake cannot sit in that position?"
"They only need someone sitting there. Who cares whether he is real or fake?"
"Besides, sometimes a fake is more useful than the real thing."
Luo Tianpeng sneered and patted scholar Wen on the shoulder.
He said, "Dig out the real one for me. No matter how well he is hidden, how deeply he is buried, or how flawlessly he has covered his tracks, dig him out. Not just him—the people who arranged all this too. Dig out every last one of them!"
"Yes."
"Heavenly King, then Luo Manping..."
"I can kill him."
The young man standing nearby spoke up.
"Killing him would alert the snake in the grass."
"Keep him alive."
"Our most urgent task is to take over the great sect and root out these rats hiding in the gutters. There is still a great enemy we need to deal with."
Everyone's spirits soared. They all knew who that great enemy was.
In truth, once Luo Tianfeng had died and the Left Heavenly King had taken control of the great sect, everything was already close to settled. What remained was merely cleanup.
Now that they had this fake Young Master, they could even use his name to launch a campaign against the old Heavenly King.
Once the fake Young Master became so hated that even men abandoned him and dogs loathed him, they would expose him.
Then they could smoothly take his place.
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