Chapter 11642 — This Time, the Zhou Son of Heaven Was Not Merely Posturing
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The great personages of every faction exchanged glances.
This was the real thing!
Yet once they had heard the Edict of Self-Blame read out in full, each of them wore a most peculiar expression.
For every fault and every error, the blame rests upon Our own person.
Such was the basic formula of an Edict of Self-Blame. Yet today, under the Zhou Son of Heaven's innovations, what the crowd heard between the lines was unmistakably a different sentence altogether.
For every fault and every error, the blame rests upon Wei Zhao!
What a fine performance of substituting one thing for another!
The great personages of every faction were instantly intrigued. Now this was getting interesting.
Wei Zhao's momentum had grown too fierce of late, and everyone was waiting for someone else to step forward and stand firm against him. By their reckoning, that someone might be the King of Qin, or perhaps the King of Qi—but the last person any of them had expected to leap out first was the Zhou Son of Heaven.
In an instant, every eye turned once more upon Wei Zhao.
This was a proper, legitimate Edict of Self-Blame. Once it won the recognition of the Heavenly Dao, the stratagem of substitution would take effect at once.
This was dimensional suppression in the truest sense. However mighty Wei Zhao himself might be, however vast his power, there was absolutely no resisting punishment from the Heavenly Dao!
Success!
The Zhou Son of Heaven was secretly overjoyed.
He had never imagined he could actually destroy Wei Zhao in such a fashion.
The crucial point was this: so long as Wei Zhao bore the blame on his behalf, it meant he had weathered the invisible crisis of the great upheaval. From then on he could march unburdened, and might even win the Heavenly Dao's additional protection!
Nor was that all. Through this substitution, the Zhou Son of Heaven could also seize the ecological niche that originally belonged to Wei Zhao, and steal away the opportunities and fortunes meant for Wei Zhao!
In short, in a single phrase:
Wei Zhao bore the blame in his stead, and he enjoyed the blessings in Wei Zhao's stead.
"The Grand Preceptor Hou does have something about him, after all."
The Zhou Son of Heaven looked all around, intending to find Hou Chuang and share the joy of success with him, and incidentally discuss their follow-up plans.
In the end, he could not find the man anywhere.
Nothing could have prepared him for this: at this very moment, the Grand Preceptor Hou Chuang, whom he regarded as his own right arm, was standing in the Night's End Palace.
Wei Zhao raised an eyebrow slightly. "Grand Preceptor Hou, what brings you to see me?"
Hou Chuang glanced at Wei Baizhan and the others, then smiled with perfect composure. "Your Excellency is about to be faced with a great calamity. Do you truly not know it yourself?"
Off to the side, Li Qinghe rose to his feet. "What the hell are you talking about, you idiot?"
His towering, bloated-and-fat frame, combined with his utterly shameless air, genuinely applied no small pressure to Hou Chuang.
Hou Chuang instinctively took a step back.
Wei Zhao, however, waved a hand and asked with keen interest, "How exactly am I facing great calamity? Why don't you help me analyze it, Grand Preceptor Hou?"
Hou Chuang steadied himself, cleared his throat, and said, "The Son of Heaven has issued his Edict of Self-Blame. The Heavenly Dao is certain to send down its punishment, and barring accident, Your Excellency will bear the brunt of it. What I do not know is whether Your Excellency's constitution can withstand it."
Wei Zhao wore an amused expression. "If I am not mistaken, this should be Grand Preceptor Hou's handiwork. The Zhou Son of Heaven hardly seems like a man capable of such a stroke."
"Correct. It was indeed my idea."