At this, Yellow Heaven Daoist felt both glad and saddened.
What gladdened him was that if one wished to Seize the Dragon and rule all under heaven, one needed such a mind. What did it matter if one used a dying master to sweep away obstacles? Even if one's own father had been captured by the enemy, it would be best if one could smile and say, "Could you spare me a share of the spoils?"
Without that, it would be difficult to take the realm.
But the one being abandoned was himself, and that inevitably saddened him.
Human beings were complex and contradictory by nature.
Later, when he used the imperial edict to test Zhao Cheng—testing whether Zhao Cheng was merely ruthless toward others or truly possessed the caliber to rule all under heaven—that was partly because of this matter.
Fortunately, Zhao Cheng had not been affected by his edict in the slightest. He was truly lawless, and had not disappointed him.
"Mr. Li, is there any news about the ore?!"
Yellow Heaven Daoist opened his eyes, his expression returning to its usual calm.
The blueprints Zhao Cheng had given him contained not only manufacturing methods, but also the terrain and locations where the raw materials might be found. Yellow Heaven Daoist had later performed divinations himself and ultimately identified three directions, sending three groups of men out.
Calculating the time, the men sent to the nearest location ought to have returned with news by now.
After all, the region at the border between Southern Wasteland and Qing Province was full of mountains, and mineral deposits were often hidden within them.
In fact, this kind of uranium ore had been recorded in Daoist texts long ago. Those texts classified such stones as poisons, and they had never been valued.