Living forever in the deep palace

In Qiu Ming Palace, the administrative palace of Da Xuan, the sky was filled with flying energy, with Luo Qingshan as the center, like a tornado, or a giant flesh and blood grinding wheel.

One after another, powerful heavily armored guards rushed into the howling flesh-and-blood mill, and were torn to pieces along with their armor in an instant.

But Luo Qingshan didn't move a step.

"How can it be!"

"Teacher...are you that strong?"

"The master of the Great Snow Mountain of Cang Nation is also a top-notch Grandmaster. How could you have fought him to the death and killed him without paying any price..."

"This is impossible!"

Emperor Qiu Ming looked at the scene in disbelief.

He boasted that he was unparalleled in wisdom and strategy.

He did not take the former Grandmaster Emperor Xuan seriously, nor did he take his teacher who was also a Grandmaster seriously. He had calculated everything, even leading his teacher away to the Great Snow Mountain of Cang Country was his plan.

That life-and-death battle between the two top grandmasters was a plan he personally arranged, commanded remotely from a distance of three thousand miles.

in order.

It was today that he plundered his teacher's essence and blood and helped him enter the realm of Grandmaster.

but……

More than half of the three thousand heavy armored soldiers were destroyed almost instantly.

They are all elite.

The weakest has undergone the third-grade marrow cleansing, otherwise they would not be able to afford the Xuanshui heavy armor weighing tens of thousands of pounds, which can be used to hunt down the masters. They are even more loyal to Emperor Qiu Ming.

Otherwise, they wouldn't come like moths to a flame to hunt down a great master!

"fear!"

"Is this the Grand Master?"

At this moment.

No matter how loyal the heavily armored guards were, they were afraid. They hesitated and did not dare to move forward, let alone charge in formation.

boom!

But the next moment.

A biting wind blew.

This is Luo Qingshan moving.

moment.

The entire huge palace exploded, and each and every figure in armor was swept away as if swept by a giant beast.

Fear appeared in Emperor Qiu Ming's eyes, and he kept retreating until he reached the window, with nowhere left to retreat.

Win or lose, life or death, the winner will be the king or the loser will be the bandit.

This is a phrase he often says.

He kept thinking.

If he failed, he would die bravely. But when the time came, he suddenly realized that he was not an emperor and was no different from an ordinary citizen.

"Forgive me."

"Master!"

Emperor Qiu Ming spoke with difficulty, looking at Luo Qingshan who was coming towards him.

If it were him, if the disciple dared to kill the master, killing all nine generations of the master's family would be considered a light punishment.

however.

Luo Qingshan was crazy, but he didn't even look at him. He passed by the emperor and left the palace, muttering to himself.

"Da Ning...Da Ning!"

It was as if, in his eyes, nothing else mattered except the pursuit of immortality.

"I...I survived?"

Emperor Qiu Ming slumped on the ground.

a long time.

He clenched his fists.

Grandmaster! He must become a Grandmaster too!

……

"After all, I couldn't help but meddle in other people's business."

"This habit needs to be corrected!"

In the courtyard, sitting on a rattan chair, Su Chen slowly withdrew his hand, stood up, stretched, picked up a piece of pork head with chopsticks and put it in his mouth to chew carefully.

He didn't do anything either.

In other words, he wanted Luo Qingshan to fall into an illusion and think that he had killed Emperor Qiu Ming.

"This pig's head is really delicious."

"The Emperor's death will bring chaos to the world. The old shop owner is thirty-seven years old and has finally married a beautiful bride. How can we let him be displaced and lose everything in the chaos of war?"

After saying that, Su Chen picked up another piece of pig's head, put it in his mouth and chewed it with a laugh, then drank a mouthful of Daxuan's unique clear spring wine with the grease.

With a wave of his hand, he stirred up the wind and clouds, rewriting the fateful trajectory of chaos that was supposed to have befallen the world.

An emperor survived.

So and so.

cause.

It was just that the old owner of a braised meat shop in the streets of the imperial city gave Su Chen some extra pig heads.

Su Chen shook his head.

He sat down on the rattan chair again and continued to doze off.

He has a lot of time to waste.

Simultaneously.

His desperate thoughts wandered in the starry sky and finally found a deeper place.

In Su Chen's guess.

There, there should be traces of the third level of deification.

Once he could capture it, it would be equivalent to him swallowing hundreds of second-level Dao Marks in one breath, and the effect would even be far more than that.

"The rules of Ksitigarbha's world are really strange."

"Even if I step into the eighth level of Heavenly Soul, I can still only eat one Dao Mark a day."

that's it.

Su Chen fell into a dream leisurely.

The soul leaves the body.

Wrapped in Jue Nian, he once again entered the starry sky above his head.

at the same time.

In the imperial city of Daxuan, the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The night is dark.

In the darkness, there were figures standing, their faces unclear, and the atmosphere was eerie. They looked at the only prime minister in the light, and finally someone lost his patience and asked.

"Prime Minister Chu."

"Our good Majesty is not dead."

“What should I do now?”

"If His Majesty knew that we were the ones who sent the Grandmaster the secret medicine to heal his wounds, we would kill him. He is not a weak emperor, as he dared to kill his father and master!"

"Yes!"

"Prime Minister! Please give me a decision. If the emperor doesn't die, our family will die."

There was a chaotic chatter in the mansion.

But the situation was so critical, but the Prime Minister Daxuan, who was only about forty years old, remained calm and drank tea quietly, as if he did not hear the discussions in the courtyard.

The calmer Prime Minister Chu was, the more panicked these heads of aristocratic families became.

Emperor Qiu Ming might not dare to purge the prime minister in front of him, but he definitely dared to purge them. After all, in the eyes of the new emperor, these aristocratic families had long lost their value and were a cancer that had to be eliminated.

"The Prime Minister will not kill!"

"Then we'll make our own decision."

"send troops!"

"I have hidden three thousand elite soldiers outside the city!"

"I also have a thousand elite soldiers, hiding in this imperial city under the guise of a caravan..."

The heads of the noble families were talking at once.

next moment.

An indescribable aura burst out from the body of this current prime minister.

boom!

The teacups were heavily embedded in the wooden table.

The handsome Prime Minister Chu looked towards the palace for the first time with his deep eyes and said lightly.

"Although I don't know why Luo Qingshan didn't kill Emperor Qiu Ming!"

"But...it doesn't matter!"

"I will become a Grandmaster and then I will kill the Emperor."

"When the time comes."

"The Emperor Killer is still Luo Qingshan. Master killed the traitor, and there is no fault in the world!"

boom!

The energy is like a pillar, the eyes are like swords.

In this quiet imperial city, a loud thunder exploded again, and a violent storm came from the sky.

A man in a purple robe, with fluttering clothes, walked straight into the palace in the wind!

"what?!"

"Grandmaster!"

"Prime Minister Chu, when did you step on the Grandmaster!"

Countless exclamations were heard in the mansion.

This night.

The emperor fell.

The rumor spread throughout the world that Grand Master Luo Qingshan had gone and returned, slaughtered three thousand heavily armored soldiers, and beheaded the rebels in the Qiu Ming Palace. Prime Minister Chu entered the palace late at night, took out the Emperor Qiu Ming's will, and helped Emperor Qiu Ming's nine-year-old son ascend the throne.

The situation is turbulent.

In just half a month, the child emperor ascended the throne and appointed Prime Minister Chu as the first minister in charge of military and political affairs, bringing the power of this prime minister to a new peak.

In secret, some of Emperor Qiu Ming's national policies were also tampered with.

The evil spirit of the aristocratic family once again occupied the court.

not only that.

Even the army was expanded again, and the sons of powerful people were appointed as ministers and generals, which inevitably restarted the four major taxes of spring, summer, autumn and winter on the people.

The people of the Great Xuan Dynasty are about to become miserable again.

Day two.

Su Chen's trance ended.

The first time I took a look at this imperial city of Daxuan, I was stunned.

Just because.

The dragon of fortune representing Daxuan became listless, and there was even a long snake coiled beside him, which was much larger than the dragon of fortune.

"The python swallows the dragon's luck."

"The Emperor, has finally fallen?"

"I, a supreme god of heaven, personally manipulated the trajectory of fate, but in just half a month, a mere mortal tampered with the original trajectory?"

Logically speaking, this is impossible.

Su Chen is a god transformed from heaven, his status is even greater than heaven, even the Ksitigarbha world recognizes it.

His intervention to change fortune is to change fate, which will become an established fact.

He saved Emperor Qiu Ming!

Then he would be blessed by heaven, and even if Emperor Qiu Ming was to be killed, he would never die afterwards. Various coincidences would occur, allowing Emperor Qiu Ming to survive.

but.

This was tampered with by a mortal.

Even if he is a Grandmaster, comparable to the tenth stage of Qi training, he is still just a mortal.

"It seems that there is a reason why I can't find the Third Realm Dao Mark."

"The way of heaven."

"From the Three Thousand Realms of Ksitigarbha, the Way of Heaven was born."

"And it's hidden."

"Some time ago, I made my first move, messing with the fate of the Great Xuan Dynasty. It then acted in secret to smooth over the disturbances I had created..."

Apart from this, Su Chen could not think of a second explanation.

In this martial arts-cultivating Ksitigarbha Three Thousand Kingdoms, unless there is a second-level divine monarch of equal status hidden there, it would be absolutely impossible to correct everything without leaving any trace.

It would certainly be even more interesting if there really was a second-level God-Transforming Heavenly Monarch.

Talk about it.

It has been more than three years since he came to the Great Xuan Dynasty. Except for occasionally feeling hungry and going out to buy some braised meat and some wine, he has never had a good time in this Great Xuan Imperial City.

"That's fine."

"Let me take a look at the true face of Prime Minister Chu."

"It seems that it is the will of heaven that is at work."

"Still, there are fellow Taoists of the same realm here with us."

Done.

Su Chen left the courtyard with his hands behind his back.

three years ago.

When he first arrived, the place was overgrown with weeds and was just a desolate and abandoned house. Now, flowers are in full bloom, and towering trees stand tall, shining with silver light. The huge treetops almost cover the entire imperial city.

pity.

Su Chen used his methods to make the millions of people in this imperial city subconsciously forget about the tree even if they saw it.

Such means, for this world.

Perhaps he is really no different from an immortal.

Imperial City Street.

That familiar braised meat shop has closed down.

Previously, the old shop owners were able to open their shops not because of their skills or strong financial resources, but because of the corresponding preferential policies of the court.

now.

Heavy taxes and levies are back.

The rent is easy to negotiate, but the officials are like wolves and tigers, coming every few days to collect various taxes. Even if you make a fortune every day, you can't afford it.

So the old owner simply closed the shop and sold it to someone else.

"I heard that Zhao Yanei has taken a fancy to this shop."

"The yamen runners come to cause trouble every few days!"

"Ugh!"

"It's a pity that Lao Zhang's braised meat skills are not good."

"Craftsmanship is secondary. I heard that Lao Zhang's new beautiful wife, seeing that he has lost his business, is determined not to live with him anymore and insists on getting a divorce..."

Some passersby stand on the street corners and use it as a topic of conversation after dinner.

Su Chen stood in front of the shop and shook his head.

In just a few months, he fell from heaven to hell. Although it is a bit exaggerated, it is almost the same.

Pitiful.

How pitiful.

"Emperor Qiu Ming has fallen."

“The old ways are coming back.”

"The common people are burdened by the aristocratic families and the imperial power. Cultivation can indeed change one's fate, but there are countless people in the world. How many of them can actually cultivate and change their fate?"

Su Chen was sighing.

that's it.

As he walked, he passed by countless passers-by.

Walking on the no longer noisy streets of the imperial city, he finally arrived at the residence of Prime Minister Daxuan. Before he could knock on the door of the Prime Minister's residence.

This magnificent vermilion mansion slowly opened.

An old butler looked around and made sure that only this handsome young man with outstanding temperament was standing in front of the door. Then he walked forward and asked respectfully.

"Excuse me, are you coming from the south side of the Imperial City Street?"

In this regard.

Su Chen nodded.

His courtyard is located in this direction.

"call."

"This is the right place."

"It seems that you are the distinguished guest that my Lord Prime Minister asked me to come and greet."

"Please."

The old butler spoke a little stiffly.

obviously.

The person who could make his master, the prime minister and a great master, personally send him to open the door and welcome him must be a person of inestimable value.

Originally, he was a little unsure about the young boy's youthful appearance, but now he thought that the person who could be treated like this by his prime minister must most likely be a great master.

The Grand Master has the secret to maintaining his youthful appearance, and it is not impossible that he is actually a hundred years old.

Think of this.

The old butler smiled more humbly.

But he didn't know.

In Su Chen's eyes, the so-called grand masters are no different from ants.

wrong.

Su Chen's eyes fixed.

After he stepped into the Prime Minister's residence, he felt a gaze from afar, but it was the gaze of a soul, and it was the gaze of Tianjue Soul.

"It seems that this is not the way of heaven that I guessed."

"But it's a fellow Taoist."

"Tian Jue Hua Shen, Daoist Fellow is really well hidden. I have been staying here for more than three years, but I didn't even notice Daoist Fellow's existence."

Su Chen spoke with a smile.

In the mansion.

A slender figure walked out.

At this moment, time seemed to have stopped. With the Prime Minister's Mansion as the center, even the falling leaves in the air seemed to be frozen in mid-air.

The only two people who can continue to walk and move in this space are the purple-robed figure in front of him and Su Chen in white.

The other party was Chu Yuntian, Prime Minister Chu.

This is the great master who has emerged from nowhere and supported the Child Emperor to ascend the throne!

He is the Nine-Transformation Heavenly Being!

"Daoyou is really terrifying."

"I've released all my soul consciousness, but I can't even shake you in the slightest, let alone explore your depth..."

"As expected, you dare to place such a towering tree in the imperial capital without hesitation. You are not afraid of the gaze of the Ksitigarbha Demon. It seems that you are truly a person with great supernatural powers."

Chu Yuntian looked at Su Chen with fear and awe in his eyes, and bowed. Although he and Su Chen called each other fellow Taoist, his attitude was extremely humble.