I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

After a long time, Ding Xiufeng finally spoke.

"Brother, what is the cultivation level of the Lingxu Palace Master?"

When Ji Fangsheng heard this, a rare look of fear appeared on his face.

"Very strong."

Although it was only two short words, his tone was very heavy.

It was obvious that Ji Fangsheng had experienced the abilities of the Lord of Lingxu Palace.

"How strong?"

Ding Xiufeng asked further.

Although he knew the name of the Lord of Lingxu Palace and had heard many stories about him, he had never dealt with him face to face, so naturally he didn't know how powerful he was.

"I went head-to-head with him once before, three years ago."

"Did Senior Brother win?"

Ding Xiufeng couldn't wait to ask.

Ji Fangsheng shook his head and said, "No, with just one move, I knew that the Lingxu Palace Master's cultivation was far superior to mine."

"If it's a confrontation between two levels of cultivation, I'm not afraid, but he possesses secret skills, and it's hard to defend against him."

Secret skill?

Hearing this, Ding Xiufeng became interested and continued to ask questions.

Ji Fangsheng gave a bitter smile, with fear on his face.

"The Lord of Lingxu Palace can kill people in his dreams!"

"this..."

Ding Xiufeng was stunned when he heard this.

Killing in a dream?

How can it be?

How is it possible that someone in this world could kill someone in a dream?

Could it be that the Lord of Lingxu Palace is also an immortal who has descended to the mortal world, just like the Great Yuan Daoist Master?

If this sentence was spoken by someone else, he would definitely think that person was talking nonsense.

But these words came from the mouth of his senior brother, so Ding Xiufeng had to believe it.

After all, Ji Fangsheng had actually fought with the Lord of Lingxu Palace.

Seeing his junior fellow apprentice's face full of disbelief, Ji Fangsheng said, "If the Lingxu Palace Master wants to kill you and me, he doesn't even need to show up. With this secret technique, he can kill people from thousands of miles away."

Ding Xiufeng's eyes rolled around as if he was talking to himself.

"If that's the case, then why not try to bring Dayuan Daozun and Lingxu Palace Master together?"

Ji Fangsheng shook his head upon hearing this and said, "No one who can reach this level is an idiot who will be used by others. How can they not see through this little trick of driving away the wolf and swallowing the tiger?"

What Ji Fangsheng said was true. None of the warriors who could cultivate to the Hunyuan realm were easy to deal with and were extremely shrewd.

It is difficult to make two people in the Hunyuan realm fight to the death.

Unless there is something worth their desperate fight.

However, all warriors in the Hunyuan Realm are the mainstay of a dynasty's thousand-year-old sect. They have all kinds of rare treasures in their hands, so why would they risk their lives for something?

Even if there is something that can tempt them, their first thought would probably not be to kill people for the treasure, but to hope to pay a price in exchange for it.

After all, no one at this level would not value their life.

Thinking of this, Ji Fangsheng suddenly had a flash of light in his mind and his eyes widened.

"Unless... the Qiyun Dynasty is also used as bait?!"

Ding Xiufeng clapped his hands excitedly and said loudly: "Not bad!"

An ordinary treasure is no more than a stone in the eyes of a master in the Hunyuan realm.

Then the Fortune Dynasty has a fatal attraction for them.

Not to mention that it can be recorded in history and passed down through the ages, this glory can be passed down from generation to generation.

The most important thing is to be able to use the power of the Qiyun Dynasty to break through the bottleneck that has troubled them all their lives and enter an unprecedented realm.

For a warrior, as long as his fist is big enough, he can easily get any land, beauty, or rare treasure.

But the realm of martial arts requires one to take one step at a time, and there is no shortcut.

But there is a limit to the realm of martial arts.

For a martial arts desert like the Yuan Dynasty, being able to break through to the Tianyuan Realm was already the limit. If it weren't for the birth of luck, it would probably be impossible for a Tiangang Realm warrior to appear in the Yuan Dynasty until its demise.

Even for martial arts thriving like the Luoxian Sect and the Lingxu Palace, they also have bottlenecks.

The shackles of the Hunyuan Realm are a natural chasm that lies before them. Only with the help of the power of the Qiyun Dynasty can they cross it, reach a new shore, and explore the vast and boundless martial arts.

Thinking of this, Ji Fangsheng suddenly shook his head and said, "Junior brother, it's easy for you to say that. This matter is not that simple. Not to mention the Lord of Lingxu Palace, the Great Yuan Dao Zun alone is no pushover."

Ding Xiufeng did laugh and said, "Brother, don't worry. I will take care of the matter. Don't worry."

Ji Fangsheng felt that the risk of this matter was too great, and when he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Ding Xiufeng.

"Brother, I have always been the one who thinks ahead and behind when we discuss matters. Why is it your turn today? Don't worry, I am 100% sure about this matter. Even if I fail, I will not expose my Luoxian Sect."

Seeing his junior brother, who always acted strictly, making such a promise today, Ji Fangsheng suppressed his doubts and nodded.

"Okay, since you are sure, I will leave this matter to you."

Ji Fangsheng looked at Ding Xiufeng deeply, his tone deep.

"Junior brother, this matter is of great importance, you must be cautious!"

Seeing Ji Fangsheng's serious instructions, Ding Xiufeng responded by clasping his fists and leaving.

...

...

Time flies, and a year passes in a flash.

The twenty-first year of Zhenghe.

The capital of the Yuan Dynasty.

In the imperial study room.

Tang Zheng was working hard, reviewing memorials to the emperor.

Today, the Yuan Dynasty is on the right track, slowly climbing towards the rise of a dynasty with great fortune.

In his opinion, it would only take a few decades at most for the Yuan Dynasty to advance by leaps and bounds and firmly establish itself as the dynasty of destiny.

By then, Tang Zheng will be able to meet his ancestors with a smile on his face.

Suddenly he felt a cool breeze on his face.

Looking up, Yan Xiu, dressed in heavenly clothes, appeared in front of him.

Tang Zheng hurriedly stood up and went to greet him.

The Taoist Master has always been practicing in seclusion in Fuzhen Temple and rarely goes down the mountain. I'm afraid he came here today to discuss something important.

Tang Zheng didn't care about any memorials. The Dao Zun's matter was more important than all the memorials combined.

"What wind brought the Dao Zun here?"

Tang Zheng smiled.

Yan Xiu shook his head and said calmly, "Nothing special, I just practiced hard in the mountains for a long time and wanted to come and see Your Majesty. Your Majesty, don't worry about me, just do your own thing."

Tang Zheng was not one to be polite. He ordered some tea and snacks to be served and then returned to his desk to review memorials.

Yan Xiu tasted the exquisite pastries made by the palace chef and sucked his fingers inconspicuously.

Although I don't need to eat now, it would be a great regret in life if I gave up my hobby of eating.

Yan Xiu quietly came behind Tang Zheng and watched him review memorials. After all, he had never seen the emperor work.

But when he saw the contents of most of the memorials clearly, he laughed in his heart.

For example, when an official from Yuanzhou made a memorial, he spent several hundred words flattering the Taoist Master and the Emperor, and then went on to say a lot of trivial things that had nothing to do with the content.

All in all, the whole article is full of insignificant things.

But Tang Zheng had a blank expression on his face, as if he was used to it.

With a stroke of his pen, he wrote "I understand" and then started to deal with the next memorial.

Just then, Ding Xisheng walked in from outside the door.