Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey!

The Ruyang King is indeed quite stubborn; he insists that Your Majesty issue a decree. If Your Majesty agreed, why would Tuotuo need such a hassle?

But speaking of it, the Ruyang King’s words were also right. He guards Daqian to help the Heavenly Khan protect his country; this country must belong to the Borjigit Clan for it to have meaning.

Otherwise, why would he defend Daqian?

It’s known that the Mulan Nobles were the ones who killed his parents and turned him into a lowly Horse Slave. Does he have to endure it in silence?

There’s no need, so why must he help Tuotuo?

The Dream Skill shows that if no change is made, Daqian might face the danger of ruin in the future.

However, the Dream Skill didn’t say whether the non-ruined Daqian would still be the Borjigit Clan’s Daqian?

If Tuotuo ascends to the position of Emperor, what is he to him, a puppet? Then does that make him Tuotuo’s accomplice, and how would he explain this to the Heavenly Khan?

Alas~

Thinking of this, Basiba felt overwhelmed and shook his head. While shaking his head, Basiba saw the person sitting next to the Ruyang King, Little Ming King Han Lin’er.

Basiba touched his broken right arm and looked at Little Ming King with more complexity. The Unmoving Ming King Han Shantong was indeed a character. Back in the Wending Mountain battle, he fought him with the full strength of an Earthly Immortal and in the Buddhist Great Bodhisattva Realm.

Yet he couldn’t completely suppress Han Shantong with his full firepower. Han Shantong’s Qiankun Great Method had already reached the fifth layer, the level of Heaven and Earth Yin Yang. In the early stages of the decisive battle, he could still suppress Han Shantong.

Many of his Qiankun methods seemed insignificant to him, but as the battle gradually intensified, Basiba was shocked to find Han Shantong’s fighting power was increasing slowly.

Moreover, the increase was quick, visible to the naked eye.

At that time, he looked at Han Shantong in horror, but Han Shantong was full of excitement. At that moment, he realized that Han Shantong was feeding him moves, and finally, he started imposing continuous pressure. Under extreme pressure, he actually comprehended the Qiankun Great Method’s fifth layer, the Qiankun Yin Yang Dao, and stood at the threshold of the Earthly Immortal Realm.

In that state, if he withdrew from the battlefield and carefully comprehended, perhaps in three years, maybe five years, he could fully and steadily enter the Earthly Immortal Realm.

He had never seen such a naturally gifted person. He became scared, so in the end, in the final intense battle, he attacked Han Shantong frantically, fearing that such a gifted individual would one day become an Earthly Immortal, as with one more Earthly Immortal among the Han people, along with the one from Wudang,

Daqian would have no way to compete with the Han people, at least at the higher levels. Thus, in the end, with the determination to die, he exchanged his right arm for Han Shantong’s life!

In that battle, one could say it was a tragic victory; it forced him to rebuild the ”Relic Reincarnation Technique.”

Just based on this, one could see how pressured he was.

And this young man in front of him is the offspring of that man. Basiba didn’t understand what he felt.

According to common people’s thinking, this person should be considered the enemy’s son, and the best outcome for such a person is to be exterminated to the roots to eliminate future troubles.

However, Basiba wasn’t an ordinary person. At this moment, looking at Han Lin’er, although he appeared calm on the surface, deeper in his eyes was filled with fear, a fear of the uncontrollable nature of life.

Basiba looked at this trembling young man in front of him, not understanding why Han Shantong’s son was so weak and pathetic?

In him, not a single shadow of Han Shantong could be seen, which made Basiba deeply regretful.

At this point, Basiba looked at Han Lin’er and said, ”Child, what are you afraid of?”

From an outsider’s perspective, this scene would be comical: a six or seven-year-old child addressing a seventeen or eighteen-year-old youth as a child, such a counterintuitive scene would surely be a laughingstock if witnessed by outsiders.

But Han Lin’er dared not laugh, as there was nothing funny, only fear, deep fear.

The kind of fear where one is the meat on the chopping board and another holds the knife.

And Basiba looked at Han Lin’er and said, ”Don’t be afraid, child, no one can harm you here.”

Han Lin’er nodded slightly, but that fear could not be hidden. It’s not that you won’t hurt me, but in two days, in two days, I will go to the guillotine. How can I not be afraid?

The Ruyang King at this time turned to look at Han Lin’er and said, ”This child is also pitiful. If he wasn’t burdened with Han Shantong’s karmic ties, he should be living without worries now. But precisely because of bearing the name Han Shantong, it resulted in today’s sacrificial scene under the conflict between the two major forces.”

”Alas... under great forces, I am the meat on the board, how can the State Preceptor say not to fear?”

The Ruyang King looked at Basiba and asked.

Basiba got up, slowly walked to Han Lin’er, placed his hand on Han Lin’er’s head, and said, ”Poor child, Buddha will bless you.”

Unexpectedly, as Basiba’s hand pressed on Han Lin’er’s head, Han Lin’er shivered like a sieve.

Basiba was puzzled; his blessing is something all believers seek, even the Duke and Ministers in the court feel proud to be blessed by the Living Buddha, yet Han Lin’er shivered like a sieve.

”You seem very afraid of me.”