Chapter 11644 — What Kind of Face Is That, Grand Preceptor?
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This fellow who didn't know enough to fear death still had no idea that disaster was about to descend on him...
Hou Chuang could only offer an awkward, placating smile, while privately wondering whether something had gone wrong in the course of the operation.
But when he carefully went over it again, replaying it time after time, everything had clearly been under control!
At that thought, Hou Chuang felt an inexplicable chill crawl over him.
He finally understood why Wei Zhao hadn't brought the matter up.
Looking back now, how could a man as shrewd as Wei Zhao possibly have forgotten something so crucial?
Even if Wei Zhao himself had forgotten, he had advisors at his side to assist him—how could not one of them have offered a word of warning, and simply let him come back like this?
The only explanation was that Wei Zhao had known from the very beginning that the retribution of the heavenly dao would fall upon the Son of Heaven of Zhou!
But the question was: how on earth had Wei Zhao managed it?
The more he thought, the more terrified he became.
If Wei Zhao's level truly had risen to the point where he could manipulate the retribution of the heavenly dao—whatever means he had used—then to Hou Chuang he was already an existence beyond all reach.
If that were really so, then never mind planting a mark of the primordial spirit—he would gladly be the man's dog.
While Hou Chuang was still wallowing in suspicion, word suddenly arrived.
A massive locust plague had broken out around Yingjing Prefecture!
Then the earth dragon stirred beneath Liaojing Prefecture, and countless common folk were killed or wounded.
And right after that came a catastrophic flood in Fengjing Prefecture.
Listening to the disaster reports pile up one after another, the Son of Heaven of Zhou was dumbstruck.
Having spent so many years as a puppet Son of Heaven, he had seen disasters great and small more times than he could count—but a concentration like today's was something he had never witnessed.
At this point, even the Son of Heaven of Zhou, dull as he was, finally began to sense that something was very wrong.
Natural disasters were warnings!
He had only just issued the edict of self-blame, and already so many calamities had appeared—the meaning of the heavenly dao's retribution was practically written plain upon his face.
Hou Chuang watched coldly from the sidelines, and naturally saw it all the more clearly.
With every new disaster, the fortunes of the Son of Heaven on the Zhou emperor's head dropped another notch!
One had to understand: the fortunes of the Son of Heaven were no ordinary fortune—they belonged to the Son of Heaven alone. Once they were exhausted, it meant the Son of Heaven of Zhou's tenure had run its course.
Put plainly, even if the fortunes of the Son of Heaven were all converted into the misfortunes of the Son of Heaven, that would be far better than having them simply drained away!
The Son of Heaven of Zhou panicked utterly. "How can this be? Why is this different from what we planned? Grand Preceptor, you must think of something at once!"
Steady the Son of Heaven of Zhou. At this stage, don't let him collapse—collapsing too early is no good.
Recalling those exact words Wei Zhao had spoken before he left, Hou Chuang finally understood completely: so everything really was within Wei Zhao's grasp!
What followed was an ever-deepening awe for what he could not name.
What he did not know was that this little scheme of his and the Son of Heaven of Zhou's had run squarely into the muzzle of Wei Zhao's gun.
An ordinary cultivator truly could not influence the heavenly dao. Once the heavenly dao was deceived, no matter how one tried to make amends afterward, at the very least that round of heavenly retribution had to be borne—there was no other choice.
But the problem was: Wei Zhao was no ordinary cultivator.