Nan Fang hesitated, then said, "Unless we recall the disciples training in Heaven Beyond Heaven, no one can match Tang Changsheng. And even if they return, they might not be able to beat him!"
Yude said nothing. Everyone knew that, given his temperament, his silence meant agreement. The entire hall fell quiet.
After a long while, the Daoist seated at the head said, "Say no more of it. The disciples training in Heaven Beyond Heaven are our true direct successors, destined to inherit the Vermilion Bright Nether Void Palace. We cannot hand them over to the Heavenly Court!"
"Apart from them, Nan Wuming falls short of Tang Changsheng too..." Nan Fang said, reluctant though he was to admit it.
"Hmph. Your Nan Wuming has only just attained Yang Spirit. How can he compare with my disciple Zhao Chengfeng? In less than twenty years, Zhao Chengfeng will become a True Immortal!"
"Oh, spare us. Nan Wuming merely started cultivating a little later. He may have only just reached Yang Spirit, but he is a High-Grade Yang Spirit with boundless prospects. Your Zhao Chengfeng is only Middle Grade, and you still dare put him forward?"
"My disciple Yuan Chengming is close to becoming a True Immortal too, and he's a High-Grade Yang Spirit!"
"And my disciple..."
The True Lords all began speaking at once, each seeking a good path forward for his own disciple.
"Your disciples are all so impressive? Then tell me, which of them can match Tang Changsheng?" True Lord Yude sneered.
The True Immortals fell silent. Never mind their disciples—even they themselves had to admit Tang Changsheng's abilities.
That was not to say Tang Changsheng possessed extraordinary Dharma Power or an astonishing cultivation level. It was his knack for handling affairs.
Take the last incident. Four True Lords of