Lin Zhan returned from the allied camp and immediately led Xuan Shang and the other three back to the Grand Shang Ancestral Court.
Upon his return, Di Xin and Meng Tian were already organizing their respective troops, awaiting the morning's deployment.
Meanwhile, at the ten thousand races' allied camp, despite Lin Zhan's departure without any further trouble, Old Man Ye was far from happy. With a dejected expression, he lamented,
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Old Man Ye nodded and then asked, "Uncle, what's the level of Shang Jiawei from Grand Shang? Can we devise a treacherous scheme to eliminate him?"
Mo Yu Di Zun looked at his nephew and for the first time felt that this young man was… well, using the Grand Shang kid's words, was he not cute at all? This was precisely asking about what he couldn't do. If he could defeat him, wouldn't he have done so already instead of letting him persist until now?
"Scram, you brat! If Shang Jiawei were just an ordinary Emperor, I would have dealt with him the first time I met him. Now is not the time for us Di Zuns to intervene. Just be quiet."
Mo Yu Di Zun watched his eldest nephew flee and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. For a noble like Yu Ge, who valued his reputation and status, how could he admit to a junior that he couldn't defeat an old rogue?
He then turned to his grand-disciple, who was still dejected after being disheartened by Lin Zhan, and said,
"Grand-disciple, even if you lose to Lin Zhan a hundred times, as long as you win the last one, you are the victor. If he wins against you a hundred times, but loses to you just once, he will never have a chance to turn the tables."
"Remember, not to contend for immediate superiority, not to boast of temporary courage, and not to seek fleeting satisfaction in words, this is the mark of a true gentleman."
Long Mei Er nodded and replied, "Grand-mentor, rest assured. I will no longer let anger control me. I will go out and train the troops now. I will definitely ensure that our plan is executed smoothly."
After bowing deeply to Mo Yu Di Zun, he left.
Watching Long Mei Er's retreating figure, Mo Yu Di Zun sighed and murmured,
"Alas, it's fortunate the child is young and easily swayed. Grand-disciple, don't blame your grand-mentor for deceiving you. When you lose enough, you'll get used to it, and you won't be so fixated on winning or losing. After all, the final outcome is the same – you can't win. The best you can hope for is to lose less disgracefully."
Meanwhile, back at the Ancestral Court, Lin Zhan's mind was racing with all sorts of wicked and outrageous schemes.
He directly took out his communicator and called the young Taoist Zhang Haoming:
"Hey, brother-in-law, how's it going? Are those brats in a panic? Have they started sending gifts?"
"What? Too few people are sending gifts, and some are still hesitant? How can you be so stupid? Didn't Da Zhuang and the others bring back a bunch of hostages?"
"Torture them severely, then contact their families. Have Old Xiao lead people to collect money from each family. If they dare to refuse, tell them they're in league with those who assassinated you. Kill a few more, and the rest will become sensible."
"Okay, I'll be there tonight. Prepare for a global live broadcast. I need to use this opportunity to scare them again, so more people will send us gifts."
Far away in America, the young Taoist Zhang Haoming hung up the communicator, a sinister grin on his face, and shouted outside,
"Brother Nine, Brother Nine, we have work to do!"
In a short while, Lin Jiu arrived with over thirty death warriors from the Ninth Squad.
Since Young Master Lin had poured a vast amount of resources into the Lin family's death warriors, many promising talents had indeed been discovered among the reserves.
After a few minutes of discussion among the captains, including Lin Yi,
They directly absorbed the Diamond-level experts and promising talents from this batch of death warriors into their ranks.
Now, each of the thirteen squads of Lin family death warriors consisted of 100 Diamond-level experts.
Under the strict tutelage of Old Man Lin Wu Fa, the captains like Lin Yi had also advanced from Lords to Quasi-Kings.
Among them, Lin Jiu and Lin Thirteen, who were already Quasi-Kings, had, after the battle with the lizardmen, received the blessing of luck and successfully advanced to become Zhenzu Quasi-Kings.