Chapter 120: Jiang Bufan’s Threat, Gongsun Huaiyu is Injured
After visiting more than ten influential factions, the long night was about to pass.
Jiang Bufan sat quietly in the pavilion for the whole night.
Just as the east was about to brighten, Chen Changsheng finally arrived.
“I’m truly sorry, Lord Jiang, I was the first invited, yet I’m the last to meet you.”
“I deserve a million deaths!”
Looking at Chen Changsheng’s rough performance, Jiang Bufan smiled slightly and said, “It’s fine not to see Mingyue; watching the sunrise is good too. Please, have a seat.”
After replacing the teapot with a new one, the two looked in unison at the light in the distance.
After a long while, Chen Changsheng casually said, “Aren’t you going to offer me a price to recruit me, Lord Jiang?”
Hearing this, Jiang Feng chuckled lightly.
“You misunderstood, my young friend. I never thought about recruiting you. I simply invited you here to reminisce.”
“Others might want your skills because they lack confidence.”
“They don’t believe they can come out on top in the end, so they place the opportunity in someone else’s hands.”
“But I never thought that way. It was true seven hundred years ago, and it will be true seven hundred years from now.”
“Are you really that confident, Lord Jiang?” Chen Changsheng looked at the light on the horizon and said, “With so many prodigies emerging today, it’s difficult to carve out a bloody path.”
“This is definitely an arduous task; I wonder where your confidence comes from?”
Facing Chen Changsheng’s straightforwardness, Jiang Bufan was not angry, but instead laughed heartily.
“My confidence comes from myself, just like when I was at your age.”
“Back then, no one believed that a mere semi-saint could replace a true saint.”
“And no one believed I could sit on the holy master’s seat in the face of everyone’s opposition.”
“I vaguely remember when I defeated the true Holy Son of Kunlun Sacred Ground, the whole sacred ground looked down on me.”
“They thought I won by trickery, and there was even an elder who claimed.”
“As long as he was alive, I would never sit on the holy master’s seat.”
“But as time passed, I still sat on the holy master’s seat, and the one who crowned me was that elder.”
“His eyes revealed unwillingness, but his face had to show a flattering expression.”
“You wouldn’t believe how comical he looked at that moment!”
As he spoke of the exhilarating moment, Jiang Bufan couldn’t help but laugh loudly, slapping his thigh.
If others saw this, they would surely think he was telling a joke.
But Chen Changsheng discerned the countless battles and bloodshed behind Jiang Bufan’s casual tone.
After laughing for a while, Jiang Bufan calmed himself and said,
“Although my rise to the holy master’s seat involved my own efforts, there’s one person whose contribution can never be erased.”
“Do you know who that is, young friend?”
In response to Jiang Bufan’s question, Chen Changsheng glanced at him and calmly spoke a name.
“Wu Li!”
“He is the greatest contributor to your ascension to the holy master’s throne.”
“You defeated the original Holy Son, Jiang Feng, and replaced his position, but Jiang Feng’s backing would never allow such circumstances to occur.”
“If you want to secure your position as Holy Son, you must keep achieving great deeds, so you are indeed the initial benefactor of the Seventy Wolf Smoke.”
“Clap, clap, clap!”
Jiang Bufan applauded and looked at Chen Changsheng with a gaze of appreciation.
“Right on point, young friend; your insight is sharp!”
“Choosing Wu Li as my opponent was the most correct yet the most incorrect choice of my life.”
“He’s truly strong; every period, his strength changes dramatically.”
“It’s because of the immense pressure he exerts that I continuously gain power in the Kunlun Sacred Ground.”
“At that time, only I could stand against Wu Li.”
“But not long after, I regretted my choice because I realized that Wu Li was not only talented but also quite intelligent.”
“While I used him to control the Kunlun Sacred Ground, he was also using me to grow stronger.”
“When I completely took control of the Kunlun Sacred Ground, I found I could no longer effectively k*ll him.”
“Even now, thinking back, I feel a tinge of regret!”
Seeing Jiang Bufan in a state of reminiscence, Chen Changsheng said, “Lord Jiang, if you have something to say, just say it.”
“Continuing to beat around the bush will take forever.”
“Ha ha ha!”
“I like people like you who are clever. My request is very simple; I need you to scout for me.”
“Yao Guang Saint Son, Southern Plain Batu Lu, Northern Desert Xuanxin, No Regrets Pavilion Yao Yingying, plus some powerful figures yet to show themselves.”
“With these people combined, I can’t take them down in one blow.”
“I know these prodigies too well; if I can’t take them down in one swift move, they will just grow stronger for the next time.”
“Because that’s how I came this far; I won’t make the same mistakes as my enemies.”
Confronted with Jiang Bufan’s request, Chen Changsheng remained silent, simply staring into his eyes.
“And what if I refuse?”
“Then I will k*ll you. No matter what you plan to do, I will stop you.”
“I know you must have found helpers; they may save your life, but they absolutely cannot stop me.”
“With my warning, do you think you can still vie for the Heavenly Mandate?”
Hearing this, Chen Changsheng smiled.
“Using similar tactics in similar situations, aren’t you afraid of cultivating another Wu Li?”
“I’m not afraid, because one cannot trip over the same stone twice.”
“But the path I carve can be walked by others; what if behind me, someone like you appears?”
“Then let it be; dealing with one is always easier than dealing with a group.”
As Jiang Bufan spoke, he stood up and stretched his body.
At that moment, the first ray of sunlight also shone upon the two of them.
“In the end, when it comes to competing for the Heavenly Mandate, all plots will fail; the only true determinant of victory or defeat is one’s cultivation.”
“I admit that my talent is somewhat weaker compared to someone like Wu Li, a top prodigy.”
“Therefore, over these seven hundred years, I’ve exhausted every possible means to make up for my shortcomings.”
“Having prepared for a full seven hundred years, I’m also eager to know what the outcome will be.”
As he said this, Jiang Bufan turned to Chen Changsheng with a smile, “Your personality and appearance are quite similar to a deceased friend of mine.”
“Back then, I was played for a fool by that friend; to avoid the same situation with you, I’ve decided to lend you a hand.”
“Just look over there!”
Jiang Bufan pointed with his right hand, and the formation in the distance slowly vanished.
With the shielding array dissipating, the sounds of fierce battle erupted.
There, a “giant” was struggling fiercely, covered in bl**d.
This person was indeed the one who cast the Heavenly Law, Sun Huaiyu.
“You’re looking for d*ath!”
