East Wind Plan! Qiangu Zhangting's Hidden Thoughts!

The Spirit Pagoda.

Inside the Qiangu Family's secret chamber, the light was dim and the atmosphere was as heavy as ice.

Qiangu Dongfeng sat in the main seat, holding a copy of the Soul Guidance Daily in his hand.

The Soul Guidance Screen was flooded with reports of the Heavenly Sea Grand Competition exhibition match.

The three members of the Spirit Pagoda completely defeated the seven members of Shrek; Bai Yuan's three Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring shocked the entire continent; Leng Yaozhu's disciples stole the show.

His face was terribly gloomy. He slammed the Soul Guidance Daily onto the table, making a dull thud.

"She really stole the show this time!"

Standing at the lower end of the pavilion, looking at his grandfather's gloomy expression, Qiangu Zhangting was somewhat puzzled.

According to his understanding, it was normal for his grandfather to be unhappy since the Leng Family had gained attention.

But isn't Leng Yaozhu the woman Grandpa likes?

Why are you so angry?

I really don't understand!

But that girl named Gu Yue was indeed beautiful, with silver hair and purple eyes, as aloof as the moon; even standing there without saying a word, she was like a painting.

His face inexplicably flushed.

Qiangu Dongfeng noticed his grandson's absent-minded look and followed his gaze.

The Soul Guidance Screen showed a close-up of Gu Yuena, her silver hair flying and her purple eyes like stars.

A meaningful smile curved slightly at the corners of Qiangu Dongfeng's lips.

"Zhangting, what's been going on outside lately?"

Qiangu Dongfeng leaned back in his chair, speaking casually, but his eyes held a hint of scrutiny.

Qiangu Zhangting withdrew his gaze and straightened his expression. "Reporting to Grandpa, there has been nothing unusual inside the tower recently."

He hesitated for a moment, then swallowed.

"It's just that... the Leng Family has suddenly gained momentum and seems to be making a comeback in the council."

Qiangu Dongfeng's eyes narrowed slightly.

The Leng Family, it's the Leng Family again.

I've been busy contacting them lately, as long as it's successful.

He could enable the Spirit Pagoda to emulate the Spirit Hall of 20,000 years ago, controlling the entire Federation with the power of an organization.

He didn't have much time to manage the Spirit Pagoda, so his grandson had to take care of things here. Unexpectedly, the Leng Family resurfaced while he was away.

It's that kid, Bai Yuan.

It was too dazzling, giving the Leng Family a sliver of an opportunity.

"Snort."

Qiangu Dongfeng snorted coldly and tapped his finger heavily on the armrest.

"Nominally, the Qiangu Family and the Leng Family control the Spirit Pagoda, but in reality, how can the Leng Family compare to my Qiangu Family?"

"If it weren't for the concern that eliminating the Leng Family would have too great an impact on the Spirit Pagoda, I would have acted long ago."

Qiangu Zhangting stood with his hands hanging down, not daring to respond.

Qiangu Dongfeng leaned back in his chair, staring at the dim ceiling of the secret room, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

The feeling of being out of his control, Leng Yaozhu was making him very unhappy.

It all started when she refused a marriage alliance with the Qiangu Family.

Later, they supported the Leng Family's expansion within the Spirit Pagoda, and now they have cultivated a prodigy disciple named Bai Yuan.

That woman never followed the path he had planned.

He really disliked this feeling.

However, Qiangu Dongfeng's gaze fell upon Qiangu Zhangting.

He saw clearly the expression on that kid's face when he looked at Gu Yue's photo.

Gu Yue, another disciple of Leng Yaozhu, has silver hair and purple eyes, and is exceptionally talented.

If Zhang Ting can marry her, half of Leng Yaozhu's power will be inherited for eternity.

How will the Leng Family fight him then?

"Zhangting..." Qiangu Dongfeng's voice suddenly became a little warmer.

Qiangu Zhangting raised his head. "Grandpa?"

"What do you think of that Gu Yue?"

Qiangu Zhangting's face turned red again, and he stammered, unable to speak.

The Qiangu Dongfeng smiled and waved its hand.

"Okay, I understand."

"I'll introduce you to him sometime."

Qiangu Zhangting blushed and lowered his head, his heart pounding like a deer.

Qiangu Dongfeng stands by the window, his back to Qiangu Zhangting.

The voice drifted in from the window, carrying a sense of unwavering certainty.

"This game is far from over."

"At that time, I will make you unable to leave me, and unable to leave the control of the Qiangu Family!"

He turned around, his gaze falling on the black figure on the Soul Guidance Screen, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"That Bai Yuan, he's no good."

"We need to get him out of the Spirit Pagoda for a while, or maybe we should arrange an exchange student and send him to Shrek."

Qiangu Zhangting paused for a moment.

"Grandpa, sending him to Shrek, wouldn't that be supplying them with talent?"

Qiangu Dongfeng's lips curled into a sinister smile, his voice laced with mockery.

"Transfer it to Shrek? How long do you think Shrek can exist?"

Qiangu Zhangting's pupils contracted slightly, while Qiangu Dongfeng offered no explanation and simply waved his hand.

His tone carried a deeper meaning.

"Once my plan is implemented, Shrek will face annihilation."

"At that time, will you still be afraid that he will betray the Spirit Pagoda?"

He didn't even have a chance to betray us.

"Once Shrek falls, the power structure across the entire continent will be reshuffled."

"At that time, when you go and take him back, he will only be grateful to you."

Qiangu Zhangting nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Qiangu Dongfeng patted him on the shoulder, the smile on his lips deepening.

"Zhangting, when Grandpa isn't around, you must help look after our family's Spirit Pagoda."

"You are the next Pagoda Master, understand?"

Qiangu Zhangting stood up straight, his voice carrying a touch of solemnity.

"Okay, Grandpa."

"Go and see what's going on with Bai Yuan."

Qiangu Zhangting nodded.

Qiangu Dongfeng thought for a moment, then waved his hand.

"Alright, go ahead."

"I've said everything I needed to say. Figure out the rest yourself."

Qiangu Zhangting bowed respectfully.

"Grandpa, is there anything else you need?"

Qiangu Dongfeng curled his lip, turned around, and left with a remark.

"That's all, you may leave."

"Yes, Grandpa."

Qiangu Zhangting exited the secret chamber, and the door slowly closed behind him.

The Qiangu Dongfeng stands before the window.

Gazing at the hazy horizon outside the Spirit Pagoda, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Leng Yaozhu, do you think you can turn things around by training a genius disciple?

That's too naive.

You lost this game from the very beginning.

On the training ground.

Bai Yuan sheathed his sword and stood there, letting out a long breath of turbid air.

Since this miraculous method was about to occur,

His cultivation became a constantly cyclical process.

Gather blood and energy, let Destruction devour it, then gather again, and devour it again.

With each absorption, his physical strength would increase slightly, and his Soul Power would also improve by one point.

This process, which he jokingly referred to as a "Cultivation Loan,"

It has become his daily, unwavering routine every morning.

He opened his right hand, and a wisp of Power of Destruction and a Power of Strife simultaneously appeared in his palm.

Two streams of power flowed slowly in his palm.

One cold, one hot; one gold, one dark.

However, unlike before, they did not repel each other, but maintained a delicate balance under his control.

The Power of Destruction gathered in the left hand is responsible for devouring and refining, while the two intertwined and fused forces in the right hand are responsible for enhancing the output.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness sink into his body.

Soul Power surged through his meridians, profound and steady, just one step away from level forty.

The benefits he gained from repeatedly absorbing the Power of Strife over the past few days were even more substantial than he had anticipated.

In a few more days, I should be able to break through.

However, strength alone is not enough.

He started trying out those ideas in his head again.

His left hand gathered the Power of Destruction, his right hand gathered the Power of Strife, and his feet propelled him with Godspeed.

The "Core Flame" within her body then ignites Cipher's Law of Trickery Divinity.

He closed his eyes and silently recited in his heart: I am invincible because I believe I am invincible.

That power ignited within the "Core Flame," neither increasing nor decreasing, neither strengthening nor weakening.

It's not that it's useless, it's that it needs someone to believe in it.

He opened his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips. He believed it, and the power exploded within him.

Whatever it was, he felt incredibly strong right now.