Martial King's Retired Life

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“Opinion? Don’t have one, hahaha.”

Huang Yuzao crossed his arms. “Easy for you to be relaxed when your disciple is now someone nobody will underestimate or can easily kill.”

Tang Mian expressed, “Our plan was supposed to be for him to provoke the four unorthodox factions into committing violence, and then we would monitor their actions to forecast their future plans. Truth be told, I can’t make sense of the links in this case.”

If the most prudent admitted defeat, then the others could only look to Ming Huayu for answers. Tiandao Alliance expected Ming Huayu to oppose the plan because he was known for protecting those on his side, yet he acquiesced readily.

Ming Huayu took a nip of wine from Yan Shisan’s pouch and smiled. “Demon Sect is fine.”

Tian Mian questioned, “What makes you say so?”

“They sent Bai Tianbin and Zhuxing Wuchang. If they wanted to research God of Battle’s body, they sent the wrong people.”

Yan Shisan opined, “Indeed. Bai Tianbin is a rule follower and not pro-conflict. Zhuxing Wuchang is but a warrior. No matter how skilled he is at fighting, that’s all he amounts to. If they wanted to research God of Battle’s body, they should’ve sent Xue Yanjun.”

Yan Shisan’s viewpoint held a lot of weight because he had been at loggerheads with Ximen Chuideng for the longest time, yet he defended the latter.

“Is that all the evidence you have, though, is it?”

“Obviously not.”

“What else is there?”

Ming Huayu pointed to his skull. “My instincts.”

“What good is your intuition?”

“I wouldn’t underestimate it; it works like magic. Neither Bai Tianbin nor Zhuxing Wuchang appear to be here for a fight, is what my gut tells me.”

Unlike the restless others, Abbess Bailou had already turned the page. “Next?”

“As for Sky Palace, very suspicious but very likely, hahaha, to not start a fight,” replied Ming Huayu.

They looked to each other for elaboration until Ming Huayu elaborated, “While true that they stirred Miguo’s pot, they didn’t benefit from the end result despite their investment. Now it’s back to waiting for another opportunity to strike when you least expect it.”

Wen Yiyi queried, “How do you know?”

“Gut feeling.”

“Again? Really?”

“And my understanding of them. If you’re feeling insecure, go find their new sacred maiden. The fact that they have a sacred maiden means that their incumbent leader is in trouble. As such, they won’t be able to action anything for a while.”

“Big Bro, supposedly, Valley of Villains was involved,” Hong Ba reminded.

“Yeah, it’s suspicious for them to suddenly get involved when they’ve kept to themselves for quite some time. That said, they never dispatched anyone to act in public and only made use of Miguo’s existing plan behind the curtain. They’re practically old wine in a new bottle, always trying to ensure the world is in anarchy. It’s likely they only wanted to try and reap something without getting their hands dirty. If they wanted God of Battle’s blood, they wouldn’t be staying out of the spotlight.”

“Evidence?” Huang Yuzao asked.

Wen Yiyi: “His intuition, obviously.”

Huang Yuzao grumbled, “Doesn’t that mean it was all for naught? We didn’t achieve anything despite coming together?”

Tang Mian: “Slow down. There’s still League of Assassins.”

Hong Ba slighted, “They only sent two measly leaders; not one of their adepts was sent.”

Compared to all attendees, League of Assassins’ members would rank within “average”. They weren’t feared fighters or shrewd schemers. The two leaders they dispatched were virtually spectators who gained nothing and lost nothing. In agreement with these observations, Ming Huayu asserted, “League of Assassins is clean.”

Hong Ba: “See? Told you so.”

“Which is why they’re the most suspicious.”

Hong Ba slammed the table. “Told you so! Big Bro, we truly are connected.”

“From start to finish, they were hiding something. In saying that, my disciple can handle them, not that I’m interested in getting involved.”

The most Ming Huayu ever contributed at the meetings was providing ideas. When it came to physical involvement, they could never count on Mount Daluo. Once he had pointed out the things they should pay attention to, it was up to the others to follow up.

“I have another question,” stated Huang Yuzao. “Is he really God of Battle’s son?”

Ming Huayu smiled. “You take the wrong medication?”

“Ran Clan is the only clan to carry God of Battle’s blood.”