Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1665 - 384: Army Attacks the Mountain, Dragon King Arrives!

He has the Zoroastrian Sect firmly under his control.

Chaos erupted outside, yet Du Zundao remained stationed before the Ruins at this juncture.

Spotting Du Zundao's demeanor, Little Ming King realized he had no part to play here and could only depart in resignation.

As Little Ming King's silhouette faded into the distance, Du Zundao called out, "Ming King."

Han Lin’er halted briefly, swiveled to face Du Zundao, and inquired, "Uncle Du, do you have any advice?"

Gazing at Han Lin’er, Du Zundao declared, "Since you address me as Uncle Du, I'll be straightforward. Nobody truly accepts your role as Ming King. In peaceful times, that might pass, but amid these turbulent days, the Holy Sect demands a resolute Ming King, and you simply lack that resolve."

Han Lin’er fixed his eyes on Du Zundao and responded, "Then is Uncle the right choice?"

After a brief silence, Du Zundao replied, "Truth be told, I'm not either. No matter who claims the Sect Hierarch position, aside from your father, I wouldn't yield."

"Regrettably, with the Ming King gone, I must shoulder the burden provisionally and uphold the Holy Sect's great mission in your father's stead."

Du Zundao heaved a sigh.

"If Uncle holds my father in such high regard, how will you justify usurping my place to him in a century's time?" Han Lin’er pressed.

A wry smile crossed Du Zundao's face as he said, "It's a compelled measure. I trust the Ming King would understand."

Han Lin’er gave a slight nod and remarked, "Provided Uncle's conscience remains clear."

Du Zundao eyed Han Lin’er and stated, "Indeed, a clear conscience. Truthfully, to ease my mind fully, I ought to eliminate you, since your survival poses an unpredictable threat to me."

At these words, Han Lin’er’s guards instantly went on full alert.

With a smile, Du Zundao assured, "Calm yourselves. Were I intent on killing him, none of you could intervene."

He then turned to Han Lin’er and continued, "Yet, upon reflection, I've chosen mercy. As his sole heir, I won't sever his bloodline, so your life is spared."

"In that case, I owe Uncle my thanks," Han Lin’er replied.

"Spare the sarcasm. One day, you'll genuinely appreciate it," Du Zundao countered.

With that, Du Zundao glanced toward the Ruins and added, "Enough waiting here. Even if they emerge, the Qiankun Great Method won't go to you. Head to the Ming King Hall instead—there's an exit passage. Should I obtain the Qiankun Great Method, I'll master its first layer swiftly, unlock the passage, and ensure your escape first."

"Stray elsewhere, and I can't vouch for your safety."

Little Ming King fell silent, eyed Du Zundao, then sighed, "Then I must thank Uncle Du."

Having spoken, Han Lin’er departed, seeing no point in lingering.

As Han Lin’er walked away, Du Zundao lifted his eyes skyward, his stare growing fierce, "Ming King, you once spared my life. Now, with calamity threatening the Holy Sect, I've preserved your son's. Let this settle our debt."

His focus then locked onto the Ruins' entrance, "Chen Jiusi, what delays your exit? Hurry out—I grow impatient."

Today, we'll settle the Qiankun Great Method affair and all grievances from the Ruins, haha...

Such thoughts sharpened Du Zundao's glare with malice, "Chen Jiusi, you won't meet an easy end!"

Meanwhile, within the Ruins, Chen Jie stood hands on hips, jabbing a finger at Han Ling’er, Liu Caidie, and the surrounding Zoroastrian Sect elders.

"All of you, heed my orders. As the proverb says, why enter a treasure trove and leave bare-handed? My strength alone falls short—join me in hunting herbs and treasures. Any dissent?"

His sweeping glance fell on elders like Chen Long, who had descended alongside Du Zundao. Clutching their battered faces, they shrank back, terrified of another thrashing from Chen Jie.