Chapter 33: The Succession of Merit
Master Xiang returned to the gate of Mohism with wounds all over his body, while Lian Po, dressed in military uniform, had been guarding the gate with three or five guards.
"Thank you, General!" The Prime Minister saw Lian Po, looked behind him, and bowed slightly.
Lian Po hurriedly stepped forward to support the Master Xiang, then glanced behind him and said, "With this general here, who dares to move?"
As Lian Po finished speaking, a gust of wind was heard from the surrounding jungle and then dissipated.
Xunzi was able to leave safely after being defeated because Confucianism was so powerful that even if the conservatives won, they would never allow anyone to kill Xunzi.
Master Xiang is different. As the head of the Mohist lineage, there are too many people who want to kill him. Normally, Master Xiang is unharmed, and no one dares to attack him even when the Mo Bian lineage is in decline. But now, he is injured!
The appearance of Lian Po was like timely help. With Lian Po's intimidation, those villains knew that they had no ability to kill the Prime Minister anymore and could only retreat.
"Sir, are you injured?" Lian Po felt the Master's pulse and found that his internal breath was disordered, and his internal strength was covered by a yin and yang force, which was eating away at the Master's internal strength like a maggot attached to a bone.
"Yin-Yang School, Lord Chu Nan, the Six Souls Curse!" The Prime Minister shook his head and shook off Lian Po's hand that was probing his pulse.
Lian Po also became solemn. It was not easy to cast the Six Souls Curse. If Master Xiang was in his prime and had taken precautions, not even Lord Chu Nan could have cast such a curse. However, Master Xiang and Xunzi were outnumbered two against three and were eventually ambushed and cursed.
"General, I already know the purpose of your visit. Please wait in the bamboo house!" Master Xiang left Lian Po in the bamboo garden and walked towards the secret realm alone.
After the Dragon-Breaking Stone fell, it would be difficult to open the secret realm again, but it was not absolutely impossible.
"Get up!" Master Xiang removed his mechanical arm and placed it under the Dragon-Breaking Stone. With a slight force, the mechanical arm changed and kept jumping up and down, slowly pushing the Dragon-Breaking Stone upwards, like a jack.
There was a small gap under the Dragon-Breaking Stone that was big enough for someone to crawl through. Mr. Xiang crawled in without caring about his image, for he was afraid that if he waited any longer, he would run out of time.
The sound of the Dragon-Breaking Stone being lifted startled Jin Yao, who was buried in scriptures. He quickly hid himself behind the bookshelf. Only after confirming that it was Master Xiang did he quickly run to the door and help Master Xiang up.
"Teacher!" Jin Yao looked at Master Xiang carefully and breathed a sigh of relief after making sure that he was okay.
"We failed!" With the help of Jin Yao, Master Xiang walked to the stone slab in the center of the hall and sat down, speaking slowly.
"Did you guess it?" Seeing Jin Yao's expressionless face, Mr. Xiang spoke again.
"Confucianism is too big, and its various branches have permeated the entire world. Master Xun is not a direct descendant of any branch. He belongs to the new school of Confucianism. How can he defeat these old-fashioned Confucianists?" Jin Yao was really not surprised at all.
If he had just traveled through time, he would have thought that a great man like Xunzi, who was famous throughout the ages, would win. However, after experiencing more, he was more aware of the power of the aristocratic scholars.
If you want to become the kind of person in novels who destroys an entire sect, forget it. For the nobles and academic cliques, their union will lead to the demise of any genius.
No one will give you the opportunity to grow up. As long as they want, there are countless ways to make a person disappear from the world. It is not like the protagonist in the novel who always fights against enemies in the same situation as himself.
In order to deal with Xunzi, even just guessing, the Shoucheng lineage could invite three masters, and the Shoucheng lineage would not have a master? The people from the Kong family and the Meng family have not appeared yet.
Even if Xunzi wins this time, the two saintly families will come out to support him. With their prestige, all Confucian schools will give them face, and Xunzi will still have no chance of winning.
"Mohism...if something cannot be done, just come back!" Master Xiang hesitated. He knew that Heguanzi's words made Jin Yao think of saving the Mohist school, and as Jin Yao grew up, based on the Mohist classics, Jin Yao would also have the idea of saving Mohism.
However, even he and Xunzi could not change Confucianism, so how could Jin Yao alone do it for Mohism, which is as large as Confucianism?
Therefore, Master Xiang did not venture into the quagmire of Mohism. Even if Confucianism was defeated, it could still survive, but Mohism was too dangerous. They were too straightforward and their weaknesses were too obvious.
"Disciple understands!" Jin Yao was silent. He didn't know how to save such a Mohist. The Mohist scriptures were mainly based on chivalry. All the scriptures were to teach disciples about righteousness and how to help others without asking for anything in return. The mechanical arts, martial arts and military sciences were only to assist Mohist disciples to become stronger.
"Please sit down!" Mr. Xiang motioned Jin Yao to sit in front of him.
Jin Yao sat in front of Master Xiang, puzzled, and looked at him.
"My master was too careless this time and was hit by the Yin-Yang School's Six Soul Curse. Sooner or later, his internal energy will be exhausted and he will die. So, bring Ling Xu here!" Master Xiang lifted a corner of his shoulder, and a strange mark appeared on his neck.
It is the unique mark of the Yin-Yang School's Six Souls Curse.
"Six Souls Curse!" Jin Yao was frightened. This is one of the Yin Meridian Eight Curses of the Yin Yang School and also a forbidden technique among the Yin Yang curses.
Ling Xu was captured by Master Xiang through the air. Master Xiang stroked the famous sword that had accompanied him for many years, and handed it to Jin Yao with one hand.
"I, Shou, take the name of Master Xiang, the leader of the Mohist school's Mohist Debate lineage, and now pass the throne to the ninth generation disciple of the Mohist school, Jin Yao. The whole world is white, and I am the only one who is black. People's lives are in dire straits, what can I do? The Mohist school's unique skills are to conquer without attacking, eight vertical and eight horizontal, and love all people throughout their lives!" Master Xiang solemnly placed the sword across Jin Yao's body, and formally handed the Mohist Debate lineage to Jin Yao.
"Teacher!" Jin Yao didn't want to take the sword. He knew very well that once he took the sword, Master Xiang would die, and the burden of Mo Bian's lineage would fall on his shoulders.
"Ninth-generation disciple Jin Yao, why don't you take the sword!" Master Xiang angrily handed over the sword again.
"Disciple Jin Yao, take the sword. The world is all white, and I am the only one in black. People's lives are in misery, what can I do? The Mohist school's unique skills allow me to conquer without attacking. Eight vertical and eight horizontal, love all my life!" Jin Yao could only grit his teeth with tears in his eyes, solemnly recite the Mohist oath, kneel down with his hands raised above his head, and take over the famous sword Lingxu that represents the Mohist lineage.
"Bang~" The huge internal energy shook up the smoke and dust, and countless black and white internal energy roared like a dragon, and then passed through Lingxu and entered Jin Yao's body.
Jin Yao was unwilling to accept the internal force transmitted by Master Xiang, because once he lost the support of this internal force, he would die at Master Xiang's age.
However, as a master-level expert, Master Xiang's internal energy was as deep as the sea, which Jin Yao was simply unable to resist. It continuously rushed into Jin Yao's eight extraordinary meridians and then was stored in his dantian.
