Chapter 452: Chapter 237 Cause and Hatred
Mr. Feng appeared very pleased with himself,
he didn’t believe Zhou Xuan could extract any useful information from him.
This was the fundantal reason why he remained so composed even after the Painter hauled him back to Mingjiang Prefecture.
As long as Mo Tingsheng hadn’t been captured, the kidnappers’ arrangents in Mingjiang Prefecture would remain airtight.
Zhou Xuan chuckled indifferently. He pulled a chair over and sat in front of Mr. Feng, speaking with relaxed confidence: “Old Hua asked to interrogate you, hoping to uncover more of your secrets.
But I don’t see the need for interrogation,
because you don’t need to be questioned at all. You’re a pitiful fool who will spill your secrets on your own.”
“A provocation tactic?”
Mr. Feng wasn’t provoked. He believed Zhou Xuan was trying to goad him deliberately.
The more an opponent tries to provoke, the more one must uphold their composure.
“This is an honest evaluation, unrelated to provocation,”
Zhou Xuan stated straightforwardly. “Mr. Feng, have you ever heard of the Prajnaparamita Buddha Country?”
Mr. Feng’s gaze, clear yet tinted with a thread of confusion, already answered Zhou Xuan’s question.
He shook his head and replied, “Never heard of it.”
“The Prajnaparamita Buddha Country erged from beyond the Heavenly Do; how they ca to be is a mystery. All I know is they descended upon Jing Country.
This Buddha Country arrived with malicious intent, invading Jing Country for slaughter and plunder. Their power is formidable, including entities at the Heavenly Vault God Level.”
Zhou Xuan’s words were not exaggerated. Among those from the Buddha Country who had appeared so far, the Great Heavenly King possessed power at least equal to, if not exceeding, the Heavenly Vault God Level.
And the Mother of Hundred Demons was even stronger than the Great Heavenly King.
“That’s great. Jing Country is a filthy realm, with God-Level beings posted at the Heavenly Do, wreaking untold harm upon people like ,
so if a Buddha Country cos to wipe Jing Country’s Gods and populace out entirely, it’d be like a cleansing autumn rain, scrubbing this world clean.
Returning clarity to heaven and fairness to the people—the arrival of the Buddha Country is heaven’s justice.”
Instead of showing any abhorrence toward the Buddha Country as Zhou Xuan had described, Mr. Feng expressed admiration for it.
“Mr. Feng, you seem to view the Buddha Country as saviors for people like you. But what if I told you the drought along Corridor River thirty-so years ago was orchestrated by the Buddha Country?”
Zhou Xuan threw his words at Mr. Feng.
Mr. Feng’s eyes froze montarily, then twisted into a disbelieving expression as he objected, “You’re lying to . The Corridor River drought was caused by Mingjiang Prefecture’s God…”
Zhou Xuan did not argue with Mr. Feng. Without evidence, debates would be futile.
He planned to systematically lay out the proof.
“Do you know who the Sighing Mother Wall is?” Zhou Xuan asked Mr. Feng.
“I have a vague idea.”
“The Sighing Mother Wall predicted the drought at Corridor River and determined that the culprits were from beyond the Heavenly Do.”
“From beyond the Heavenly Do—that would an it was the work of the Buddha Country?”
“In the Corridor River region, Maitreya temples flourished greatly; Food Heaven erged during the drought, using Maitreya Buddha’s na to stir chaos—all clear signs of the Buddha Country’s ddling.”
Zhou Xuan stood up from his chair.
Standing, while Mr. Feng remained seated, created an oppressive atmosphere.
Zhou Xuan aid to break down Mr. Feng’s psychological defenses.
Mr. Feng tilted his head up, his expression turning sowhat grave, as he said, “These are rely your conjectures, far from the truth.”
“Mr. Feng, wasn’t Mo Tingsheng soone you t at Corridor River?”
Mr. Feng refused to answer anything related to Mo Tingsheng.
“You won’t admit? Then let be frank—Mo Tingsheng is a man from the Prajnaparamita Buddha Country.”
Zhou Xuan dropped the crux of the interrogation.
“He’s a Jing Country person, just like , a victim of persecution by the Gods of Jing Country—not soone from the Buddha Country.”
Unable to hold back, Mr. Feng defended Mo Tingsheng.
Zhou Xuan turned to Qing Feng, who had been observing the interrogation, and commanded, “Bring today’s newspaper.”
“Young Master…” Qing Feng hesitated, knowing today’s newspapers contained news slandering Zhou Xuan.
“Bring it here.” Zhou Xuan repeated his order.
Qing Feng had no choice but to step outside the stone house and instruct a disciple to fetch the day’s newspaper.
Once the newspaper was handed over to Zhou Xuan,
he pressed it against Mr. Feng’s chest, saying, “Read it yourself.”
Mr. Feng began flipping through the newspaper.
Zhou Xuan sat nearby, waiting quietly.
He already knew the contents of today’s newspaper. Back at the Weird Creature Research Institute, Zhang Yifeng had inford him that soone had used the newspaper to spread falsehoods about him.
Zhou Xuan even skimd through the newspaper briefly at the institute; after reading it, far from being angry, he had been positively delighted.
“Mo Tingsheng intended to use others to eliminate , but his every move exposes his true colors.”
Zhou Xuan observed Mr. Feng.
After Mr. Feng finished reading the newspaper, he exhaled deeply, returned it to Zhou Xuan, and, with a hint of mockery, said, “Zhou Xuan, I only see news in this paper claiming you’re an outsider—an evil ghost from beyond the Heavenly Do. What does this have to do with Mr. Mo?”
Zhou Xuan rolled up the newspaper and replied calmly, “Mr. Feng, you must know the origin of this newspaper.”
“I don’t,” Mr. Feng frowned slightly.
“I haven’t offended many people in Mingjiang Prefecture. The Ancient Tattoo Clan is one group, your kidnappers are another, and the Mingjiang Evil God crowd is a third.
Slandering through the newspaper may seem a trivial act, but it’s not sothing just anyone can accomplish.
The Ancient Clan seldom mingles in worldly affairs; their lot are highly skilled but socially poor.
If the Ancient Clan sought to sar via the newspaper, it would be utterly impossible.
The Mingjiang Evil God has Jing Deng, who could easily orchestrate such defamation through the newspaper—Jing Deng has even used the paper to disseminate coded ssages, assembling the Blood Well Society.
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