Very reasonable cultivation

"But unfortunately, it's just wishful thinking." The young man ignored Tian Zhen's praise. As if thinking of something unhappy, he drank another small glass of wine. The aroma of the wine filled the air, but it couldn't hide the loneliness in the young man's eyes.

"If a person has no dreams, what is the difference between him and a salted fish. There is no road, but you have to take a step. If you don't look back at each step, it will be like looking back in the middle of the road." Tian Zhen shook his head and made up a little chicken soup song with a happy smile on his face.

"What a taste! Those immortals up there protected us, but they also restricted our escape routes. Now, they've not only restricted our escape routes, but also cut off our retreat routes. Brother, do you think we still have hope?" The young man looked up at the twinkling stars in the night sky, his confusion tinged with hope. He seemed to see those high-and-mighty immortals, the numerous shackles they'd cast for so-called "protection," the confinement they'd imposed on the world for so-called "safety."

"A single spark can start a prairie fire. We must recognize our enemies and make more friends." In short, Tian Zhen said that cultivators are not immortals without desires. Naturally, they will have like-minded friends and class enemies among them.

"My name is Cao Sanmei. What's your name, brother?" The young man stood up and clasped his fists.

"Cao Sanmei?" Tian Zhen wondered if he had heard it wrong.

"It's the word 'impertinent'." Cao Sanmei corrected.

"Sorry, Brother Cao, I am sorry for being so presumptuous. My last name is Tian, and my given name is Zhen." Tian Zhen apologized, but he still wanted to laugh. He was really presumptuous.

"It's okay, I'm used to it." The young man surnamed Cao said calmly. It was obvious that he had anticipated Tian Zhen's reaction.

"The third child in the family?"

"Yes."

"There are two big brothers in front?"

"Yes, this is the name my father gave me before he died."

"Sorry, let's talk about something else. To be honest, I'm a cultivator." Tian Zhen could see that his father really wanted a girl, so he forced himself to stop gossiping and ended the topic with a revealing revelation.

The guards beside him tightened their knives, however, the young man named Cao beside him seemed to be oblivious to the matter. There was no panic on his face. Instead, he had a playful smile on his face. He leisurely poured himself a glass of wine and took a sip.

"Why aren't you surprised?" Tian Zhen looked at the calm expression of the young man named Cao and couldn't help but ask, his tone full of confusion.

The young man put down his wine glass, a sly smile on his lips. "It's simple. The difference in temperament between immortal cultivators and mortals cannot be concealed. I often come into contact with immortal cultivators like you, and I can recognize you at a glance. I thought you could continue to pretend."

"Good guy, you are pretending to be me!" Tian Zhen was shocked and exclaimed in his heart, he didn't see any flaws at all. No wonder he saw colors flashing on this guy's head. He thought there was something special about him, but he didn't expect that at such a young age, he would have such thoughts. So it turned out that it was the color change that he could see through but not say out loud?

"Haha, are you going to get angry out of shame?" He sat down carelessly, intending to enjoy the immortals' "changing faces". He had long since stopped caring, and now he finally had the chance to tease these immortals, and he felt a little relieved.

Tian Zhen had no idea that this little guy could have so many thoughts in his head. He asked curiously, "I'm not embarrassed, I'm just a little curious about your identity. How could you actually come into contact with a cultivator?"

Seeing that Tian Zhen didn't seem to be faking it, the young man surnamed Cao was stunned. He asked in surprise, "You don't even know me? What are you doing?"

"Are you famous? You haven't answered my question yet?" Tian Zhen was even more confused by the reaction of the young man named Cao and couldn't help but ask back.

"My name is Cao Wei, and I am the current cowardly emperor. Now you know me, right? Now tell me where you are from and what you want to do here." He said his most famous title expressionlessly, and wondered if this guy was a fool sent from other immortal cultivation sects.

"I am a disciple of the Qiling Sect. Naturally, I am here to carry out the sect's mission. As for the purpose, I have already told you." While being shocked that this guy is the current emperor of Dayan Kingdom, he answered his question.

After learning of his identity, Cao Wei shook his head, sighed, did not answer, and then began to drink alone.

"What do you mean?" Seeing his attitude, Tian Zhen was so angry that he felt like smoking.

"Tian Zhen, Tian Zhen, why don't you call yourself Tian Zhen? The people guarding this place are real people in the Jindan stage. You are a Qi Refining stage person who can't even reach the Foundation Establishment stage and is here to carry out the sect's mission. What waves can you make here?" He couldn't help but laugh at Tian Zhen, and he was also laughing at himself. What was he dreaming about? He still thought he had a chance to resist the oppression over the years?

Tian Zhen took a deep breath. It was finally time to be questioned, and it was time for him to pretend. He spoke clearly and rhythmically, "Remember, from now on, you will spend your whole life remembering my name. I will think about what you dare not think about, and I will do what you dare not do. The world is established, the gods are at dusk, Tian Zhen!"

As Cao Wei and the sword-wielding guard looked at him like a fool, he continued to speak with a stiff upper lip: "Is this clear enough?"

"Enough, I will die if I pretend!" After a short silence, Tian Zhen couldn't stand it anymore and his mentality exploded. It seems that words are not enough, and he has to speak with actual actions.

After he finished speaking, he pointed his sword and a 'golden pill' took shape in an instant. He flicked his finger and in the blink of an eye, it sank into Cao Wei's lower abdomen.

"You..." Before he could finish his words, he fainted on the ground.

The sword-carrying guard rushed over with the sword in hand. Tian Zhen's eyes flashed, and he fell to the ground while spinning. This disrupted the sword-carrying guard's visual and auditory balance, making him feel as if the world was spinning around him.

"What did you do!" the guard with a sword struggled on the ground.

"Don't worry, your young master is fine. He will be fine after a good night's sleep." Tian Zhen comforted.

"I said, what did you do to me!" He took a deep breath, suppressed the dizziness, and corrected angrily.

Good, good, what loyal guards! You all don't play by the rules, do you?

Tian Zhen caused a commotion, and soon the waiter came over to ask, "Sir, what are you doing?"

"It's okay. These two can't handle the alcohol. One is drunk, and the other is too drunk to get up. Please arrange two guest rooms for them and carry them up together."

"Okay, Lao Zhu, quickly call someone to help." The shop assistant was a little hesitant at first, but when he saw the handful of silver coins, he no longer hesitated.

"Lawu lawu!" The sword-wielding guard lying on the ground wanted to refute, but as soon as he opened his mouth, his tongue became numb.

Seeing the two being carried away, Tian Zhen had some free time, eating some peanuts and drinking some wine. The wine had no taste, no punch at all, and was not as good as his mushroom wine.

With more than a dozen universal storage devices observing the movements in the imperial city, Tian Zhenke discovered many secrets, among which there were quite a few hidden immortal cultivators.