There was magma around, and hot bubbles were sucking and spitting restlessly. One bubble exploded, and the other bubble would float up, as if the trouble would never be solved. The formation patterns in the hall of Golden City flashed and darkened. Da Zuoji looked up and saw Zhuang Zhuang on the roof of the hall trying hard to destroy all this. Chu Xunyu and the other four surrounded him. Da Zuoji didn't even look back and asked, "Do you have to come and die?"

"We just want to end all this quickly." Chu Xunyu carried the long sword on the side, "Stop, senior, how about you let Zhuang Zhu out? You know more than me how big the world outside is. Now the war era is gone, and it is no longer the passing of wolf smoke and killing. It is useless to release Zhuang Zhu out at this time. Even if it can disrupt southern Xinjiang, it is useless. The monks all over the world are sitting at home. Once they take action, let alone one Zhuang Zhu, even ten or a hundred such monsters will be cleaned up. What's the point?"

"I didn't expect it to unify the country." Da Zuo Ji replied quietly, "Zhuang's dream is nothing more than a dream. He, a dictator, is alive if he is willing to live in his dream. As long as he can kill Dao Yuxin."

"Is it worth it?" Miao Buyan stepped forward and asked angrily, "Da Zuoji, even if you kill Dao Yuxin, you will have to pay the lives of millions of people in southern Xinjiang, is it worth it?"

"Don't tell me it's worth it or not!" Da Zuo Ji was also angry. When he turned around, the fire in his eyes burned even more vigorously. He stretched out his finger and shouted at Miao Buyan, "One of everyone, you are the leader, you are not qualified to say that."

"You want to disturb southern Xinjiang and you won't let me say it?" Miao Buyan was so angry that she was amused.

"What did you say?" Da Zuoji stepped forward, "What can you say?"

Wangchen quickly stood in front of Miao Buyan, but Da Zuoji did not take it seriously. Instead, he stared at Miao Buyan and scolded, "Do you know what the Baizhong Sect is? What is the people? What is Master Chu? What is the cultivator?"

"Of course I know..."

"You don't know anything!" Da Zuoji gritted his teeth and roared, interrupting her, "What do you know at such a young age?"

Miao Buyan also pushed Wangchen away, pointed to the ground and shouted at Da Zuoji: "I know I want to protect the foundation of Baizhong Cult! I want to protect the millions of people in southern Xinjiang! I led Baizhong Cult through the war! I only know that Baizhong Cult can maintain it until today and have my contribution!"

"Extremely superficial." Dazuoji smiled contemptuously, "You don't know anything."

"I don't understand? Or are you selfish?" Miao Buyan also smiled contemptuously, "You just use Dao Yuxin's business to make trouble everywhere because of your little selfish desire for power. Now you are going to destroy Southern Xinjiang. You are so humble and greedy. Do you want that little right in the church?"

"Right? I want rights?" Dazuoji laughed, "Do you know what I want?"

"You want to control everything!" Miao Buyan said coldly, "You want to get rid of your pitiful fate, you want to control the entire sect and take back everything from the Ming Dian Master!"

"Wrong!" Da Zuoji stared at Miao Buyan seriously, "I don't want to be the leader, nor do I want any Baizhong Teaching. I want to practice quietly in the mountains; I want to not live a life of serving you leaders like a dog like a dog; I want to see the prosperity of this tribe live; I want to live a paradise life like a cultivator in the Central Plains!"

"But you are not a cultivator!" Miao Buyan roared, "You are Master Chuan! You are Master Chuan from my Baizhong Sect, you have the responsibilities you need to bear!"

"Master Chun is a cultivator!" Da Zuo Ji glared and shouted a heart-shaking statement.

"You...what did you say..." Miao Buyan took two steps back in disbelief.

"I said - the master! That's it! It's! The real one!" Da Zuoji answered word by word, turned to look at Chu Xunyu, Mu Yuan and Wangchen, "I am like them, like your lover, and are both cultivators. Why are you afraid? I am afraid that we will no longer rule the southern border? I am afraid that we will not go down to distribute food and treat the people in the fields? I am afraid that we will no longer block the gap in the Nujiang flood? We - come! No! Use! Go!"

"This... I'll just interrupt." Mu Yuan raised his hand and signaled, "We Han cultivators often go to help the people do these things."

"That's 'often', not 'must'. Listen to what I said, it means that we just do this. It's not the responsibility we have to bear. We can go or not. We have something called 'freedom'." Dazuoji explained Mu Yuan's words.

"It's a coincidence." Chu Xunyu smiled bitterly, "Your friend said not long ago that he didn't want freedom. Senior, you are here and you want freedom. It's ironic."

Miao Buyan accused him in disdain: "You are actually a descendant of Master Mingdian. How did Master Mingdian teach you a descendant like this..."

"Let Master Mingdian go to the hell!" Dazuoji said coldly, "Girl, Baizhong Sect was established from troubled times and wanted to rule one side in troubled times, but this is just a beautiful fantasy."

Da Zuoji pointed at Zhuang Zhuang above and said, "This guy wants to rule southern Xinjiang, but look at his current appearance. Ming Dian also wants to rule southern Xinjiang, but he has not completed his death. Why do you still have this dream? You know that the Baizhong Sect can no longer afford the people in southern Xinjiang today. They are humans, not animals, nor are they ancient savages who can deceive the lies by telling a few lies in Zhuang Zhuang. Everything is different. There are cultivators everywhere in the Central Plains, and the people don't want to fight. If the world is not in chaos, how long can I control the Baizhong Sect rule southern Xinjiang? Yuan Meng is powerful enough, it can be said to be a prosperous time, but what did they exploit the people? Their methods of the people are not as good as Zhuang Zhuang, but they only ruled for ninety-eight years, ninety-eight years, less than a hundred years, and it is not enough for the cultivators to be closed once. Why? Because

The generations are different. The Central Plains have the Yellow River and Yangtze River, the Word of Confucius and Mencius, and brocade silk. What is the southern Xinjiang? I can rule a country with a little Pu'er tea and herbs harvested every year? I tell you Miao Buyan, remember my words, it will be a matter of time before the Central Plains use troops to southern Xinjiang. When the wounds of the last war healed, it will be my turn to the small land of southern Xinjiang. Then what do you think Zhu Yuanzhang will treat us grass-headed emperors? I tell you that in their eyes, we are not cultivators, but the second Yuan Meng. If you look at the royal nobles of Yuan Meng, you will know our future fate. He will drag our bodies out and hang them on the city walls like them. I don't want my tribe to become a mummy swaying in the wind. I want to become a high-ranking and evading the world."

After hearing the words of Da Zuoji, everyone was silent. Wangchen turned around and said to Miao Buyan in a very embarrassing way: "Yan'er, actually... this is true. Yuan Meng has always wanted to deal with you, but there is no chance or time. Zhu Yuanzhang... Even if Zhu Yuanzhang doesn't take action, his son and grandson will do it. You have never said that how far can the Baizhong Sect lead the southern Xinjiang?"
Chapter completed!