After He Shenglai finished speaking, he went off on his own to inspect the spirit plants elsewhere, leaving Yang Lingrui standing where he was, lost in thought.
After a long while, Yang Lingrui suddenly looked back at the figure whipping the penal labor cultivators with a steel whip.
So neither Li Qingwan's nor Zi He's earlier guesses had reflected He Shenglai's true thoughts.
That so-called proving the Dao through killing, that method of honing a blade, had all been mere appearances.
He Shenglai's true intention was, in fact, to use Yang Lingrui's eventual success to validate the Dao he cultivated.
In other words, the greater Yang Lingrui's achievements in the future, the greater the benefit He Shenglai would gain.
Compared to cultivation and combat strength, what this legitimate son of the He Family valued more was whether the Dao he cultivated could truly be traversed—and whether it could stretch far into the distance.
For in a sense, whether He Shenglai could ultimately succeed in proving the Dao represented whether the He Family would have any strength to contend with the Su Family in their struggle over Dao traditions in the future.
Having thought through all the causes and consequences, Yang Lingrui sighed again in his heart.
When it came to foresight and insight, he truly fell far short of He Shenglai.
Among everyone he knew, it seemed only Yang Lingqing could match him stroke for stroke.
He Shenglai's judgment had been accurate. Two days after his conversation with Yang Lingrui in the fields, a cloudship with a red hull and golden trim descended at the foot of Pine Mountain.
The Dynasty had sent ten people in total, personally led by Xuan Zhou, Deputy Inspector of the Immortal Patrol Division, to deliver that incomparably precious Noble Family Order to the