"No need to wonder. Everyone has weaknesses. Master Xiaomeng pursues the pinnacle of martial arts, so naturally she would not allow her inner demon to exist. She has an obsession that she must fulfill at all costs, so I made use of that obsession." Ying Zheng seemed to have seen through Li's thoughts and actually explained kindly.
Li understood that no matter how unconcerned Ying Zheng appeared on the surface, he was still wary of the Tyrant Star prophecy that Moon God of the Yin-Yang School had given him. However, judging by the current situation, Li's performance had satisfied Ying Zheng. Thus, Ying Zheng believed that this Tyrant Star could be used by him, and his attitude toward Li had improved considerably.
So it seemed that, without realizing it, the bargaining chips he held had gradually increased.
That Tyrant Star prophecy had temporarily changed from a double-edged sword into a talisman that could save his life.
As long as he did not let Ying Zheng detect his ambitions and intentions before he had built a sufficiently powerful force, the Tyrant Star prophecy would forever be his shield.
Li's heart settled completely, and his tone grew noticeably lighter.
"Since Father Emperor has given the order, this son would not dare disobey. With the aid of the Six Sword Slaves and Master Xiaomeng, crushing the Confucian School's prestige this time will be effortless."
Ying Zheng merely assumed that Li's suddenly cheerful tone came from Fusu's delight at receiving his trust. Wondering whether he had been too harsh on his eldest son before, Ying Zheng felt a rare flicker of warmth in his heart.
"Fusu, as my eldest son, the burden you bear is heavier than that of your other brothers. That is why my demands of you are the strictest. You must