Hearing Chen Changsheng's answer, Qian Ya was at a loss for words.
It felt as though she were once again under the pressure her teacher had put on her all those years ago.
"Sir, how do you plan to make Lu Mingyu lose?"
Chen Changsheng shrugged. "Sorry, I haven't figured that out either."
"Given the situation, Lu Mingyu has to lose the contest for Number One Under Heaven."
"I know that, and Ming Yu knows it too."
"The problem is, I can't find the right person to beat him."
Qian Ya pursed her lips. "Can't you settle that with a word? What's so hard about it?"
"Getting Ming Yu to give up the title is easy. Convincing the aristocratic clans is hard."
"I could tell Ming Yu to lose on purpose, but the aristocratic clans aren't fools."
"If they spot anything suspicious, how could their confidence be shattered?"
"Then call someone back. Ming Yu is strong, but he isn't invincible."
"You know countless people, sir. Can't you find a few who can overpower him?"
"Of course I can," Chen Changsheng said with a sigh. "Ming Yu already has the makings of an invincible fighter, but he isn't invincible yet."
"We wouldn't even need to call anyone from outside. There are experts in the Chang Sheng Epoch and Pill Epoch who could overpower him."
"But if Ming Yu loses to the Three Religions Sages or the Heavenly Dao Society, the aristocratic clans still won't accept it."
"They'd consider it perfectly natural for him to lose to people like that."
"Give Ming Yu enough time, they'd say, and the Immortal Emperor will eventually surpass them all."
That answer left Qian Ya speechless.
"Then what era should the person who overpowers him come from?"
"They must be no more than three hundred thousand