I am just a mortal, why do you all worship me as a saint?

Chapter 193: What kind of junk are you carrying?

Gu Heng understood this very well.

He likes to bully people because he's strong and powerful. I'd like to see how he bullies ghosts.

Although it's unknown how long this will bring Xiao Ling peace of mind.

But we should still help if we can.

To be honest, even Gu Heng himself was startled when he encountered the ghost in that burial mountain.

However, he never told Xiao Ling that there was actually a rather terrifying ghost inside that lamp, so Gu Heng hoped that he wouldn't be scared out of his wits.

He also explained it to Jian Xuan.

Jian Xuan also said he would take care of it and could handle it completely. Since the ghost has said so, the humans don't need to worry about it anymore. In a few days, Xiao Ling will return the lamp.

"...Anyway, you don't need to worry about these things. Just practice your swordsmanship, learn medicine, and buy some nice clothes to wear, that's enough."

"With your teacher here, you don't need to worry too much."

Gu Heng hung the washed clothes up to dry and gave instructions.

This girl is so beautiful and charming. If she learns more about dressing up and makeup, and chooses more tasteful and attractive clothes, she'll be absolutely stunning.

Qin Yiyao pouted: "I know, Master."

She knows very well how beautiful she is. Although she still looks a bit naive after her rebirth, she will be completely different in a few years.

Unfortunately, some people seem to lack appreciation skills and the understanding that "being near the water tower gives you an advantage."

"Master, do you think I'll be able to surpass you in the future?"

Qin Yiyao sat in a rocking rattan chair, watching Gu Heng, who was focused on his work.

"Better than me?"

He thought for a moment, then smiled.

"Maybe."

One reason he agreed to let Bai Feier stay at the clinic was that he wanted to improve her relationship with Qin Yiyao. Perhaps this proud daughter of a prominent family could help Qin Yiyao become a cultivator!

If this little girl can't become a cultivator, she definitely won't be as powerful as Gu Heng. After all, he's practically invincible among mortals, and the system's education isn't something you can just casually get by with.

"Really?"

Qin Yiyao hugged her knees, her gaze lingering on Gu Heng's retreating figure. Her master had already reached the realm of immortality. How many years had it been since such a being had appeared? Or had he lived from the ancient Taixu era to the present day?

possible.

After all, once one comes into contact with the realm of "immortality," even if it's just stepping onto the path to immortality, one's lifespan will probably no longer be bound by this world.

Even the once mighty Emperor Shengyao, who exhausted the entire power of the Great Qin Dynasty, could not reach this point.

"Don't doubt yourself. You're still young. Who knows what the future holds?"

After packing his things, Gu Heng walked over and patted Qin Yiyao's head.

"Alright, stop overthinking. Go do what you're supposed to do and stop sitting here worrying unnecessarily."

"Oh."

Qin Yiyao stood up and obediently agreed. ...

King Yanxuan did not wish to linger and immediately returned to his fiefdom.

It was already night. He hurriedly entered the palace, then returned to his room and took out the ancient bronze lamp.

King Yanxuan couldn't figure out what the ancient lamp was for.

The only thing he was certain of was that this was an extremely rare treasure!

It is highly likely that it is stronger than a Saint-grade item!

However, King Yan Xuan now has another worry: what if the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Talisman Sect also can't figure out what the lamp is for?

Or, to make matters more ridiculous, maybe it's not a treasure at all, but just a pile of scrap metal!

This is a very serious matter. After all, if he were to accidentally humiliate the Heavenly Talisman Sect, the consequences would be...

"Prince Yanxuan, I've been waiting for you here for a long time. Where have you been lately?"

Suddenly, another sound came from inside the room.

King Yanxuan was startled.

There's someone in his room?!

Turning around abruptly, a man in a black robe slowly emerged from the shadows, his robe embroidered with a silver emblem.

"Oh, who is it? It's Elder Fu Lou..."

King Yanxuan breathed a sigh of relief.

No wonder he didn't notice anything, and couldn't even sense the other person's presence.

This Elder Fu Lou, from the Heavenly Talisman Sect, is an eighth-level Tribulation Transcending cultivator and one of the Heavenly Talisman Sect's Grand Elder's confidants. He is a formidable figure, especially skilled in drawing arrays, particularly those involving concealment and illusion. Moreover, he has a particular fondness for appearing and disappearing unpredictably.

Although King Yanxuan tried to please him with a smile, Fu Lou was already getting impatient and said, "Your Highness, ten years ago you visited my Tianfu Sect, seeking our sect's strongest military formation and tactics, and also wanting to ensure your ascension to the throne and the prosperity of the Riyan Dynasty."

"The price offered by the Grand Elder at that time was a sacred treasure."

"Now that the ten-year period is almost over, have you found anything?"

Fu Lou spoke in a haughty tone, looking like a wealthy nobleman who looked down on the ragged, rough beggar on the roadside.

"Hehe, Elder Fu Lou, please forgive me. I have been in seclusion for a while recently."

King Yanxuan offered a dry apology, but felt somewhat bitter inside.

"Humph!"

Fu Lou snorted coldly. "Elder, please rest assured, I have obtained the item."

King Yanxuan stepped back and presented the ancient bronze lamp with both hands.

but.

Fu Lou glanced at the lamp casually, and his expression darkened.

What is this thing...?

Where did this junk come from?

This lantern is quite old and rusty. You can tell at a glance that it is not made of good material. Even if you take it to be melted down and reforged, it will be rejected!

Fu Lou frowned deeply, staring at the ancient bronze lamp for a long while before saying, "Your Highness, are you perhaps making fun of me?"

His tone was icy, and King Yanxuan's face stiffened slightly, leaving him completely speechless.

"How could that be? This is a real treasure!" he explained eagerly.

That clinic owner could even give away eighth-grade pills like candy; how could he possibly try to fool Xiao Ling with a worthless junk?!

impossible!

"Hmph, treasure? You, King Yanxuan, have been staying in this wretched place for too long. Do you think I'm some ignorant frog in a well?"

Seeing that he was still being stubborn, Fu Lou finally got angry, and with his hand in a claw shape, he was about to make a move.

"Wait! I can't tell if this thing is real or fake, but I'm willing to bet my life that this is no ordinary item!"

King Yanxuan felt a pressure emanating from Fu Lou and immediately shouted.

Upon hearing this, Fu Lou was finally moved.

That's true. Although he doesn't take Yan Xuan King seriously, he's still quite well-known in the Riyan Dynasty. Logically, he wouldn't do something so foolish as to put his life in danger. But Fu Lou still finds it strange; this ancient lamp really doesn't seem to have anything special about it.

Or perhaps, this treasure has already returned to its original, unadorned state?

"Hmm, what you said makes sense. Since neither of us can see through it, then come with me and let's go see the Grand Elder."

Upon hearing this, King Yanxuan was stunned.

"The Grand Elder? He... isn't at the Heavenly Talisman Sect?"

"Yes, there have been frequent disturbances in the Demon Realm recently. It seems that there are quite a few Tribulation Transcending stage demons active on the border. We have received intelligence from the Thousand Swords Sect and the Luo family. This matter is of great importance. The Grand Elder has also secretly set off for the border to see what is going on."

Fu Lou sighed.

There have been so many troubles lately.

The demon race, of course, is the most troublesome.