Mysterious mirror hanging high

"Yuwen Xuan has been placed under house arrest?"

Li Huaiyou was stunned: "No wonder... It is said that Duke Xuandu and Emperor Taizu were close friends. The two were nominally ruler and subject, but in reality, they were best friends. Even if the Yuwen family established its own power, the two major forces should not be so estranged from each other!"

"It seems that there really is a problem with Yuwen Tianfu!"

Li Huaiyou was initially unsure about the current state of Yuwen Tianfu, but now it seems that his guess was almost correct, and the secret about Yuwen Tianfu was not unfounded.

So Li Huai said worriedly, "Lord Xuandu, since that's the case, could you please think of a way to let me see the Heavenly Immortal?"

"If you can arrange for the True Immortal to meet with me, I will naturally find a way to persuade the True Immortal to lend a helping hand."

Upon hearing this, Yuwen Xuandu frowned and said, "Is it that simple? Little fellow, don't blame me for not warning you. My son's temperament is unpredictable these days. He is capricious and has killed countless cultivators over the years... Not to mention servants and men, he has even killed many of his brothers and sisters."

"I'll grant you a meeting with him, but whether you can leave alive after that is not something I can guarantee."

Li Huaiyou was quite confident about this: "Don't worry, sir, I have a way to persuade the Heavenly Immortal."

"Okay, okay..."

Yuwen Xuandu sighed, "He hasn't been traveling these past few years, and he should be in seclusion in the main hall cultivating right now. I'll send someone to take you to see him, but you must be careful... I still have some old feelings for the Immortal Dynasty, but what about the Heavenly Palace?"

"Go."

Li Huaiyou took a deep breath, bowed again, and bid farewell to Yuwen Xuandu. Then, he followed the golden-armored warrior to a celestial palace that was a hundred times more magnificent than Yuwen Xuandu's palace.

"Fellow Daoist Li, I'll leave you here."

The golden-armored warrior chuckled and said, "You'll have to walk the rest of the way yourself."

Upon hearing this, Li Huaiyou's heart trembled: "What do you mean by this, fellow Daoist..."

“Our master has a bad temper, so I'll stay outside and keep watch…”

Li Huaiyou swallowed hard and could only nod helplessly. He tiptoed into the celestial palace.

The interior of the Immortal Palace was completely different from Yuwen Xuandu's palace, which was filled with ambiguous fragrances and enchanting scenes.

This place is exceptionally spacious and high, with the palace roof hidden in the darkness, as if it leads straight to the heavens.

Inside the hall was a jade platform, upon which sat a person with his back straight as a pine tree, seemingly meditating with his eyes closed.

As the distance closed, the figure of the person on the jade platform gradually became clearer.

With a heroic appearance, sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, and a high nose bridge, he was none other than Yuwen Tianfu, the "Champion Marquis," whom Li Huaiyou had admired countless times in the records and portraits of the Divine Cauldron Immortal Dynasty!

However, compared to the man in the portrait, dressed in fine clothes, riding a spirited horse, exuding an air of unparalleled dominance and dominance, the one before me...

gloomy.

An indescribable gloom and eeriness.

Just as Li Huaiyou's mind was racing, and he was still three zhang away from the jade platform, the person on the jade platform slowly opened his eyes.

"Ah……"

Yuwen Tianfu's downturned lips twitched slightly upwards, forming a strange expression that was neither a smile nor a frown.

His voice rang out, not loud, but with a peculiar penetrating power, resonating directly within Li Huaiyou's sea of ​​consciousness:

"My father said that a junior cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage insisted on seeing me..."

He tilted his head slightly, his dark golden eyes scrutinizing Li Huaiyou from head to toe and then from toe to head, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate clothing and flesh, looking directly into her soul.

"It's you?"

These three simple words, without any magical pressure, made Li Huaiyou feel his heart clench tightly, and cold sweat almost seeped out from his back.

He suppressed his heart palpitations, quickly bowed, almost bending his waist to a ninety-degree angle, and tried his best to keep his voice steady, but it still couldn't help but tremble slightly:

"I, Li Huaiyou, am here by order of the founding emperor of the Divine Cauldron Immortal Dynasty to pay my respects to Lord Tianfu! I have disturbed your peaceful cultivation, and I beg your forgiveness!"

"Heh... Since you know you've disturbed my peaceful cultivation, don't you know this is a sin that deserves ten thousand deaths? What's there to say! Die!"

After saying that, Yuwen Tianfu suddenly conjured a phoenix-winged gilded halberd in his hand, the tip of which was aimed at Li Huaiyou, and he was about to stab him down!

"He's trying to kill me!"

Li Huaiyou was deeply shocked: "How could someone kill someone over a mere disagreement?"

But Li Huaiyou, being someone who had been instilled with the memories of a true immortal for millions of years, was truly remarkable. If it were an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator encountering such a scene, they would probably be scared to death. However, his mind raced, and he instantly overcame his instinctive fear, prostrating himself in gratitude:

"My lord, please don't joke about Xia Xiu."

In the next instant, all killing intent vanished without a trace, even the phoenix-winged gilded halberd disappeared. Yuwen Tianfu tilted his head, a hint of interest finally appearing on his face. He smiled slightly and said:

"Oh? You're the first Nascent Soul cultivator to remain calm in the face of my killing intent."

"That's because the master had no intention of killing Xia Xiu at all."

Li Huaiyou wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and forced a smile, saying, "Your Excellency is a True Immortal, only one step away from immortality. Why would someone like you need to use weapons to kill a Nascent Soul cultivator?"

"If word gets out, I'll probably become famous throughout the Immortal Realm immediately! My mere Nascent Soul cultivation has actually caused Lord Tianfu to draw his weapon. If word gets out, it will be an unparalleled honor for me."

"You little rascal, you're quite the flatterer."

Yuwen Tianfu said slowly and deliberately, "But you are wrong about one thing. If I wanted to kill you, a single glance... or even a single thought would be enough, but that would be meaningless."

"To kill, you have to do it yourself and feel the resistance as the weapon penetrates the flesh and blood. That's the most wonderful thing."

"If you don't understand killing, you naturally can't appreciate its subtleties."

Yuwen Tianfu gave a wicked smile: "I have many more tricks up my sleeve. If you can't convince me to let you go... then you'd better try them all."

Li Huaiyou felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this, and cursed inwardly, "You pervert... Yuwen Tianfu has indeed been corrupted!"

He dared not delay any longer and quickly shouted:

"In the past, the divine halberd swept across the nine realms; now, the demonic gold is shrouded in rust."

"It is not that the warlord is eccentric, but that an evil spirit has taken over his body."

"Melting the bones of immortals to become immortal, corroding the souls of heroes to become ghosts."

"If you ask where the champion is now, the cold wind and shadows seem to reveal their identities."

Yuwen Tianfu stopped what he was doing, his eyes gleaming brightly, and said, word by word:

"What did you say?"

Li Huaiyou gritted his teeth and said, "Lord Tianfu, no... should I now address you as Lord Tianfu, or Lord [Jinxing]?"