No matter how the old eunuch tried to tempt him, Dugu Qingyun remained unmoved. The Sun Moon Divine Cult had recorded the Zhu family's dark history perfectly clearly.
Back then, after Zhu Yuanzhang had risen to power through the Ming Cult, he had immediately turned on them. If Dugu Qingyun really joined hands with the imperial court to destroy the Six Great Sects, then he feared he would be next.
Dugu Qingyun knew very well that with the Sun Moon Divine Cult's current strength alone, it was utterly incapable of contending with the imperial court, let alone after a great war between the righteous and the demonic factions.
"Eunuch Zhou, there is no need to say more. How much strength my divine cult possesses is something you likely understand even better than I, its cult leader; but as for how deep the foundations of those famed orthodox sects run, no one knows.
Unless you can persuade His Majesty to mobilize heavy troops for an encirclement and purge, I do not believe success is possible.
If things go too far, Eunuch Zhou can naturally return to the capital to enjoy your fortune, but my divine cult would be in misery. If things go badly, we may be erased from the jianghu altogether."
A heavy military purge was impossible. The present imperial court had already passed its prime; if it truly forced the entire martial world into rebellion, it might very well end with a change of dynasty.
Suppressing the great powers of the jianghu was, in essence, a matter of nipping problems in the bud—fearing that these martial forces would swell without limit and breed ambitions of rebellion—not forcing everyone to rebel.
Dugu Qingyun saw this matter very clearly. If the imperial court did not dare personally step in and attack