Mortal's journey to immortality

"You're right, this is indeed a puzzling thing."

Wang Lu was very surprised. He was surprised by two things:

First, Duan Zhi’s spiritual eye is too magical.

As long as the spiritual sense is felt, even if he has not seen it with his own eyes and inadvertently ignored it, this magical power will pull it back and shine into his mind again.

That's why he saw the silent and traceless look between the silver-robed monk and the eighth princess that had not caught his attention before but a flash of spiritual consciousness.

It is further deduced that the two are not only old acquaintances, but also the indisputable fact that the silver monk was sent to Zheng Xiong by the eighth princess to monitor his every move and provoke disputes.

Secondly, as Duan Zhi said, it can be said that the status of their supporters in Qidao has been determined and cannot be changed. The silver-robed monk is so outstanding that instead of taking him as his own to improve his ranking, he gave it to Zheng Xiong. Once his outstanding performance His performance directly allowed Zheng Xiong to obtain the honorable position, and the eighth princess was driven crazy with anger.

Furthermore, the Eighth Princess had no foresight and knew that the place for the fight for the throne this time was the secret realm of Qi Zheng. She also knew that the supporters of other people in this final palace could switch to others at any time?

If this is the case, what is there to fight for for the position? Everyone is just playing a game with her. Will it be a dangerous situation now where the position is not guaranteed and life is at risk?

This is too ridiculous.

So, why did Zheng Xiong have no clue about his silver-clad supporter but still trust him firmly?

Wang Lu raised the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen through the clever trick played by the silver-robed monk, and said calmly: "It seems that there is only one reason why Zheng Xiong is not aware of all the above?"

"which one!"

Duan Zhi had long since admired Wang Lu's ingenuity with his perfect deductions and precise inferences.

Although the mystery of the silver-clothed monk's identity no longer had much impact on the outcome of the current position, he still wanted to get a closer look at it.

Wang Lu smiled and said: "Fellow Taoist, have you ever considered the possibility that this silver coat is no longer that silver coat?"

"Could it be!"

Wang Lu's words were like a wake-up call, making him suddenly enlightened.

"What you mean is that the real silver-robed monk has actually been eliminated by this fake silver-robed monk a long time ago, and Li Daitao was killed perfectly."

"No wonder Zheng Xiong doesn't have the slightest suspicion, because he always thought that the silver-robed monk was his supporter."

Duan Zhi finished speaking in shock, and then added: "That's it!"

"Ha," Wang Lu said with a smile, "Actually, it's not that he was careless, but that only six of the twenty supporters appeared in the palace square. He was worried, fearing that he would not have any supporters of his own. But when he saw the silver-robed monk standing proudly, he was too late to be ecstatic, and how could he doubt his true identity."

Duan Zhi's eyes flashed, and he was once again amazed by Wang Lu's subtle insight. He nodded and said: "You are so right. If I were in his place, I would only think that with the arrival of the silver-clothed monk, it would be better than not having the support." For other people, my chances of obtaining a distinguished position are greatly increased. With this level of consideration, it is natural to ignore the identity of the fake silver-robed monk."

"Hey, this is the best interpretation of joy without realizing it, and ultimately happiness leads to sadness."

"Yes, great joy must be accompanied by great tragedy. Therefore, no matter whether we are sad or happy, we must treat it with a normal mind and stay calm at all times."

Wang Lu sighed and made Duan Zhi thoughtful.

The origin of the silver-robed monk is clear, but his identity is still a mystery.

Wang Lu and Duan Zhi are not immortals, so naturally they cannot see perfectly.

Don't hide your flaws, just be content.

Perhaps, leaving a little suspense is the most perfect answer.

After a few quiet breaths, Duan Zhi finally talked about the loophole that the two of them had not found anyway. Seeing Wang Lu's solemn expression, he elaborated: "Actually, not only were we wrong, but we wanted to enjoy the benefits and directly kill the ninth prince and the eighth princess. Ximen Qian and Chengchuan are even more wrong. The key point is still the honorable position."

After pausing for a moment, Duan Zhi took out a deep breath that he had suppressed for a long time after learning the truth, and said seriously: "No matter who it is, if you want to survive, you can only get the throne. Even if the five-year period is up, no one will take it." If you seize the throne, everyone will die!"

"How could this happen!"

"Because in this secret realm we are in, there will never be a situation like "only four people left". It will never happen from the beginning to the end. It will only happen if we get the throne in our hands."

"Oh, I understand. It's just my imagination and a dream!"

Wang Lu sighed heavily.

No matter how accurate his previous analysis was, he completely forgot about "only four people left."

True to that wise saying:

A slight difference can lead to a loss of thousands of miles.

There is only one month and ten days left, is it still too late?

His face turned pale, and for the first time he felt deeply frustrated, so frustrated that he despaired.

Duan Zhi was the same, dejected and lifeless.

Yes, you must not be complacent because of temporary success.

Great joy must be accompanied by great sorrow.