Aunt Chen is back from the world of cultivation

Just as the blades were about to fall on the yamen runners, the imperial guards who were wielding knives to chop people were suddenly all lifted up by an invisible force.

At a height of more than half a meter, it was thrown out like a stone.

The rest of the imperial guards who were hiding in the crowd and were about to rush forward to rescue the dignitaries in the house were hit accurately one after another.

When a person is running and is hit by an object weighing more than 100 kilograms, the impact force is extremely strong.

Both parties in the collision were knocked away with muffled groans and screams, and they continued to wail after landing.

Everyone had a bleeding head and was dizzy.

Only then did Chen Qingzhu retract his power to control objects, and descended from the roof to the ground with a blinding light.

The flash technique consumes very little spiritual energy, but its mysterious effect is maximum.

"Ahhh! What is this!?"

Everyone backed away in fear.

Chen Qingzhu appeared in front of everyone from the white light, looking at the imperial guards who were smashed to the ground and wailing, as well as the other people in the government office who were threatening Yan Qingzhi:

"Anyone who injures my subordinates should be punished by death. But considering that you are only following orders, I will spare your lives this time."

"Go back and tell your leader to lead all the imperial guards to surrender immediately, otherwise I will take his head!"

Under the loudspeaker technique, these words were so deafening that they made people tremble with fear.

The imperial guards who had just been hit by her had personally felt that strange power and were all terrified.

Those who were quick-witted among them also realized the identity of the man in white with terrifyingly strange methods.

"Thank you, God, for sparing my life!"

"Let's go right now!"

After saying this, they quickly supported each other and ran out of the door to inform their leader.

Yan Qingzhi, who was under the eaves, finally came to his senses from the shock and ran forward in ecstasy:

"Master! You are finally back!"

Looking at the figure with an immortal air and as bright as the moon, Yan Qingzhi, who is old and has experienced many twists and turns in the political arena, felt a sore nose at this moment.

He had a really hard time these past two days.

He thought he was going to die just now, but unexpectedly the temple master came back in time to save him.

The almighty master of the temple is back, and he has nothing to fear anymore!

Chen Qingzhu gave him a gentle smile of appreciation:

"Thanks for your hard work."

Then, he threw him a bottle of nectar:

"Take this elixir and mix it with water to relieve fatigue for you and your subordinates."

"Thank you so much, Master!"

Yan Qingzhi took the elixir but did not distribute it to his subordinates immediately. Instead, he asked for instructions:

"Master, what should we do with the people in the room and them?"

At this moment, the people in the yard finally understood that this terrifyingly strong woman in white was the God of Du'e who was once revered as the Supreme National Master but was now labeled a traitor.

Having witnessed her methods and remembering the rumors that the God of Du'e could kill dozens of Japanese pirates with just a wave of his hand, they were all frightened to the point of their legs going limp and they knelt down to beg for mercy.

"God, spare my life!"

"God, spare my life!"

"We were all forced. We didn't dare to hurt Master Yan!"

Yan Qingzhi snorted coldly:

"You haven't dared to hurt me yet, but you are not far away!"

Seeing that Yan Qingzhi was very angry, Chen Qingzhu said:

"Keep the people in the room locked up. You are responsible for handling these people in front of you."

Yan Qingzhi was not a cruel and bloodthirsty person, and the abbot had already given those imperial guards a severe warning, so he couldn't be too harsh.

So he said:

"God is merciful, so I will not sentence you to death this time."

"Go to the government jail and be confined for three days!"

"Yes! Thank you, God! Thank you, Master Yan!"

As if they had been pardoned, everyone rushed to the government prison and locked themselves up there. For a time, the entire prison was packed.

Seeing that there was nothing to do here, Chen Qingzhu tiptoed and landed lightly on the roof.

After a few jumps, they arrived at the gate of the government office.

As soon as she left, Yan Qingzhi's confidants, who had witnessed the miracle with their own eyes and dared not even breathe, finally dared to act.

They swarmed around Yan Qingzhi and looked at him excitedly:

"Sir, it turns out that the one you are loyal to is really a god!"

"Your loyalty is well worth it, it's worth following this boss!"

Yan Qingzhi also knew that he had made the right bet this time.

The original tension, anxiety, and despair all turned into gratitude for surviving the disaster and satisfaction for winning the bet.

He stroked his beard proudly, coughed lightly and said:

"Okay, the God has rewarded us with elixir. Let's drink some water to relieve our fatigue."

As he said this, he asked someone to go to the kitchen to get a pot of warm water. He poured the elixir into the pot of water with some reluctance and gave everyone a cup to drink.

As the water mixed with elixir went down their throats, everyone felt instantly refreshed; the cold, hunger and fatigue all disappeared.

"It is indeed the elixir bestowed by the gods. Its efficacy is truly extraordinary..."

Everyone was curiously sharing the magical feelings they had after taking the magic water and were full of longing for the future.

Being labeled a traitor is nothing. Their leader is a god, the master of destiny. Sooner or later, the throne of the Wei Dynasty will be passed to someone else.

And those who are loyal and serve will also rise to high positions and achieve success and fame.

From the moment the abbot appeared in the room, there were constant sounds of excited humming and the sound of chains hitting the ground when someone was struggling.

Yan Qingzhi knew who sent it.

But he just pretended not to hear.

When all the believers were in danger, the most capable Duke Dingguo just stood by and watched. Now that he sees the master of the temple returning safely, he must be regretting it. Unfortunately, it's too late.

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More than thirty imperial guards supported each other and came to the outside of the government office.

Some of them had bloody heads, some had bloody noses, some had broken arms, some had fractured coccyx, some were unlucky enough to have a bloody hole pierced by their companions' knives, and some had all of the above.

In short, it describes being extremely embarrassed.

The commander of the imperial guards, who commanded two thousand soldiers, was pacing back and forth in front of the government office, looking inside anxiously from time to time.

Yan Qingzhi held hostage many dignitaries in the Southern Capital, as well as the imperial envoy. He did not dare to rashly bring in a large number of soldiers to anger him.

If anything happened to these hostages, his career would be over.

Seeing the miserable state of the imperial guards and the terrified looks on their faces, he immediately frowned.

"What happened in there?"

The thirty or so soldiers he had just sent in were all elite soldiers among the imperial guards. They were the best in terms of both strength and reaction speed.

It has only been a short period of time, and these elite soldiers are all either injured or disabled.

"Commander, it is the Lord of Du'e who has returned..."

With fear on their faces, they reported to him what had just happened and the warning from the Lord Du'e.

The commander of the imperial guards frowned even deeper:

"Humph, the demon is so arrogant that he even threatened to take my head!"

He is not like the ordinary fools who believe in all kinds of monsters and demons.

In his opinion, the so-called God of Du'e was just a being that His Majesty specially placed on the altar in order to wash away the bad reputation.

Maybe he really has some skills.

But I only have some skills.

After all, if he was really as powerful as a god, he would not be labeled a traitor and return to Nandu in disgrace.

He firmly believed that the reason why the elite troops he sent out suffered heavy losses was mainly because they did not have enough people and their firepower was not dense enough.

"Then let her try. Let's see whether she dies on the spot or I lose my head!"

As he spoke, he ordered his men to form a formation and surround themselves with layers of shields, making it airtight.