Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1680 - 388: Chen Jie: Han Dharma King, I’ve Come for You!_3

Liu Futong scoffed, "Don't forget, I am not the sole Elder within the Holy Sect across the entire world; the Laughing Buddha and the Sea Dragon King also exist!"

"Are you not concerned that they might discover the truth and create complications for you, or has your ego grown so immense that you believe the Laughing Buddha and the Sea Dragon King are powerless against you?"

Liu Futong brought up two formidable figures.

Han Miaozhen let out a soft laugh at this juncture, "The Laughing Buddha, Peng Yingyu, who established the Maitreya Sect, has now ascended to the throne and founded a nation. How could he possibly have the time to interfere with the matters of our Zoroastrian Sect?"

"As for the Sea Dragon King, he has proclaimed himself King overseas and established the Divine Dragon Sect. He holds our Holy Sect in disdain, so why would he involve himself in this messy affair? After the conflict years ago, weren't our ties already severed?"

The battle Han Miaozhen alluded to was the confrontation between the Laughing Buddha and Han Shantong at Kunlun Peak. Following their debate, they went their separate ways, with the Laughing Buddha departing alone. The Sea Dragon King, Fang Guozhen, realizing the Holy Sect was no longer the organization he knew, left the Zoroastrian Sect alongside Elder Hu Lei Ming.

He then ventured overseas, establishing the Divine Dragon Sect on an island and rising to become a dominant force.

Presently, both factions are thriving and lack the capacity to concern themselves with the petty issues of the Zoroastrian Sect.

As Han Miaozhen reminisced about past events, Liu Futong fell into silence before finally remarking, "Regardless of his heartlessness, the orphan of the Ming King should still be looked after."

Han Miaozhen replied, "Perhaps what you say holds some truth, but surely this is not the opportune moment, wouldn't you agree?"

Liu Futong gazed at her and stated, "You are truly resolved to tread this path, Xiao Han. I watched you grow. Back then, you were always by Old Peng's side, chattering away carefree. I recognized your good nature then, but when did you transform into someone I can barely recognize?"

Upon hearing this, Han Miaozhen lowered her head, remaining silent for a considerable duration: "People inevitably change. I once believed that following Old Peng would lead to a blessed life, but when Old Peng departed the Zoroastrian Sect, he did not take me with him, did he?"

"Therefore, depending on others is ultimately futile. To achieve success, one must rely solely on oneself. Hasn't my current standing always been what you desired?"

Han Miaozhen's tone carried a hint of grievance.

Hearing this, Liu Futong emitted a sigh, "Ah... actually..."

"Very well, I understand. I was too young then, and it was inconvenient for Old Peng to bring me along, so he left me behind. Later, the sect's resources were preferentially allocated to me, including my position as Dharma King. I acknowledge that many granted these privileges out of consideration for Old Peng, but... what of it?"

"Did any of you ever inquire about my own desires?"

Han Miaozhen ceased speaking, closed her eyes for a moment, then reopened them and inquired, "Venerable, have you made your decision?"

Observing Han Miaozhen's state, Liu Futong offered a smile and did not directly answer. Instead, his gaze fell upon the food box, and he asked, "What delectable food did you bring?"

Upon hearing this, Han Miaozhen realized Liu Futong had already resigned himself to his fate. She let out a sigh and said, "Venerable, must it truly come to this? You are aware of the repercussions should our conversation conclude here, are you not?"

Liu Futong chuckled, "Since Du Zundao intends to target the Little Ming King, it stands to reason he cannot possibly overlook me. This must surely be my final repast. Once I have had my fill, you may then send me on my way."

Liu Futong was not an oblivious man. Despite his limited political acumen, he understood that without his cooperation, his influence would know no bounds.

To refuse would signify his opposition to Du Zundao, and within the political arena, any adversary must be vanquished. This was especially true given their objective concerning the Little Ming King.

They must certainly grasp that the Little Ming King represented his absolute limit, yet they had still chosen to orchestrate his demise, implying they were prepared to eliminate him as well!

If such is the grim reality, then what further words need be exchanged?

Nothing remains but to face death.

Liu Futong looked towards Han Miaozhen, "This last meal should include some wine. Come, share a drink with me."

As Han Miaozhen spoke, she opened the food box, revealing a roasted chicken and a flask of wine.

"I knew you had a fondness for roast chicken, so I specifically prepared this for you,"

Han Miaozhen stated to Liu Futong. Liu Futong responded, "You have shown remarkable consideration. Pour the wine; after this cup, you may escort me on my journey."

Han Miaozhen lifted the wine pot and said, "Venerable, do you not wish to reconsider? Once life departs, all else vanishes with it."

Liu Futong let out a chuckle, "To cling to life would mean the forfeiture of everything."

Han Miaozhen comprehended Liu Futong's sentiment, and Liu Futong understood Han Miaozhen's unspoken meaning. At this precise moment, Liu Futong spoke, "Please, I am unable to move my hands; would you feed me a bite?"

Han Miaozhen fell silent for a moment, asking, "What's the purpose of it all?"

Liu Futong responded, "In this life, we must have something to live for. For me, it is loyalty and righteousness."

Han Miaozhen stated, "Very well, I won't attempt to convince you any further, and don't hold it against me."

Liu Futong replied, "Don't worry, I will never blame you for anything."

Han Miaozhen lifted her wine cup, and just as she was about to offer the drink to Liu Futong, a sudden scream pierced the air from outside.

"Ah..."

Hmm!

The piercing scream startled Han Miaozhen, her expression immediately grew grave. She glanced at Liu Futong and the wine cup she held, placed it down, and swiftly exited the room.

What could be happening?

At this precise moment, the main gate of the Liu Residence was violently kicked open, and an individual strode in.

Thump, thump, thump...