Number One, Number Two, and Number Three were stunned when they heard this.
"Seriously? Do we really have to do that?"
The Supreme Sect Master nodded. "Yes. If we want to get out alive, we have to turn ourselves into pig dung."
"Let me ask you: when a pig is slaughtered, where does the pig dung go?"
Number One said, "It gets thrown away, of course."
"Exactly. Now let me ask you, what is pig dung's greatest characteristic?"
"It's smelly and dirty, and it can be used as fertilizer," Number Two said after thinking it over.
"Heh heh, those are its characteristics, but they aren't the most important part. The most important thing is that it isn't alive and poses no danger to people. So people won't do anything to pig dung. They'll only shovel it out, pile it together to ferment, and finally spread it over the fields," said the Supreme Sect Master.
The four of them suddenly understood.
However, Number Two asked doubtfully, "Someone must have thought of this before. Why haven't we seen any successful cases?"
The Supreme Sect Master shook his head. "You're wrong. It's not that there are no successful cases. It's that successful cases won't be passed down."
"Those great figures who escaped by using this method would never allow their stories to spread and earn themselves a lifetime of disgrace."
Everyone understood.
It made perfect sense.
Just like those emperors, who had done all sorts of filthy things but never spoke of them.
When such things were eventually exposed, it was only because they were mortals and could not completely suppress the flow of information.
There would always be people secretly recording certain events, which then became unofficial histories.
Or after a dynasty changed, later generations would record the affairs of the previous