Imperial henchmen? Never been struck by the sword of the Six Doors (a secret police agency).

“It’s not illegal.” Li Junsu shook his head, looking at Donghuang Zhong’s bold expression.

Donghuang Zhong's Taoist robe was very loose, his high ponytail was neat and tidy, and with his golden pupils, he had the demeanor of a master.

If we ignore her alcoholic behavior.

"You're from the Black Ice Platform, kid?" Donghuang Zhong nodded in satisfaction, then asked.

"Yes," Li Junsu replied.

Li Junsu was not surprised that Donghuang Zhong could see what he was in charge of. This was an ancestral weapon that had lived for hundreds or thousands of years. Although it had a rather carefree personality, it did not mean that it was stupid.

People who always treat others like fools are prone to making mistakes.

"Look, old man, I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice," Donghuang Zhong lectured Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen's lips twitched upon hearing this. He hadn't been taught a lesson like this in a long time; usually, it was he who taught Wen Liang such a lesson.

"And the White Tiger Clan, your Demon Emperor still can't come out?" Donghuang Zhong took another swig of wine and asked Bai Xingling.

"Yes," Bai Xingling replied somewhat reservedly.

She unearthed the Eastern Emperor Bell from her bloodline memories. This guy was a ruthless character in battle; even the ancestors of that generation had their hair plucked by the Eastern Emperor Bell.

The White Tiger Clan is not afraid of dying in battle, but they are afraid of dying in their community.

That generation's ancestor became a laughingstock within the clan, and could never hold his head up high again.

Whenever she's mentioned, the first thing that comes to mind is whether your hair has grown back.

"Don't be afraid, that time it was her... Forget it, don't take it to heart." Donghuang Zhong waved his hand and said casually.

"Invitation? Do you think I'm more powerful, or the Buddhist sect?" Donghuang Zhong then looked at the invitation on the table, sat down casually, and asked Li Junsu.

This kid in front of us is incredibly lucky; we should let the younger generation play with him more.

"You're amazing." Li Junsu felt the profound power of the Eastern Emperor Bell and pondered for a moment before making his judgment.

The Eastern Emperor Bell is stronger than the Vajra Pestle.

"Right? Some things are just like the bald monks who created them, ignorant of their own limitations, always thinking they can challenge the strong." Donghuang Zhong leaned back with satisfaction, speaking smugly.

"These bald monks have been living too comfortably; they need to loosen up their muscles." Donghuang Zhong leaned forward, exuding a sense of oppression.

“I think so too.” Li Junsu nodded subconsciously.

"Hmm? You think so too?" Donghuang Zhong suddenly found Li Junsu more agreeable.

“Yes, those bald monks from Shaolin are living a bit too comfortably,” Li Junsu said casually, coming back to his senses.

Jingang Temple and Bodhi Temple are alright, but Shaolin Temple is not.

"You have good taste. I admire people with good taste the most. Here, take this." A porcelain bottle suddenly appeared in Donghuang Zhong's hand, and he threw it to Li Junsu.

"This is a Heavenly Bone Pill. Your body tempering is quite good, but your innate bones are still lacking." Donghuang Zhong stood up, patted Li Junsu's shoulder, and stroked his chin as he spoke.

"The bald monks are most proud of their hand-to-hand combat skills, so I like to punch them to pieces the most," Donghuang Zhong laughed.

"I'll accept it." Li Junsu looked at the porcelain bottle in his hand, understood something, and nodded.

Donghuang Zhong's personality is similar to Li Su's. You can't be polite to her; the more polite you are, the more annoyed she becomes.

"Not bad, come to Longhu Mountain more often when you have time, I'll treat you to drinks." Donghuang Zhong was indeed very satisfied, patted Li Junsu on the shoulder, and laughed loudly.

"Alright, I have official business to attend to, farewell." Li Junsu stared intently at the Eastern Emperor Bell and nodded in agreement.

If you're easygoing and have a good chat, you might be able to get her into the ancestral hall.

As soon as Li Junsu finished speaking, a teleportation array appeared in the courtyard.

The white light shone again, and the figure disappeared.

"How is it?" Zhang Chen asked, sipping his tea.

“Not bad, this dynasty is stable. This young man is extraordinary. Your judgment is wrong.” Donghuang Zhong nodded, and then lectured Zhang Chen.

"Where did I go wrong again?" the Celestial Master asked, puzzled.

The Eastern Emperor Bell struck him relentlessly as soon as it appeared, which is why the ancestral weapons of all factions were dormant.

Once released, it truly meant gaining an ancestor.

"In this situation, you need to interact more with the imperial court. What's the point of you staying indoors all the time?"

"Taoists should refrain from involvement in worldly affairs."

"That's for teaching the younger generation, are you crazy?"

"?"

"We interact with the dynasty, and the dynasty provides us with more resources. In return, we engage more in worldly affairs, firstly to cultivate our minds, and secondly to accumulate virtue," Donghuang Zhong explained to Zhang Chen, as if to say, "Are you stupid?"

“That’s right, but…” Zhang Chen nodded upon hearing this, then hesitated.

“Young people should spend less time in the mundane world, while the older generation should spend more time in it, lest they become too powerful and, in the end, regard mortals as ants.” Donghuang Zhong sighed as he thought of something.

"Wealth, companions, Dharma, and land—why is wealth placed first? If we have no utilitarian desires, will our disciples really go hungry? That's unrealistic," Donghuang Zhong said.

"I've learned a lot." Zhang Chen looked at the teacup in his hand, and suddenly Hui's face appeared in the tea.

The higher one climbs, the more one forgets the masses of ordinary people.

Who wasn't just one of the masses back then?

"See? I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice."

The pleasant atmosphere was completely ruined by Donghuang Zhong's words.

Donghuang Zhong looked at the speechless Zhang Chen and a smile appeared on his lips.

She didn't like that silent, sad atmosphere.

On the other side, Li Junsu looked at the lake in front of him and raised an eyebrow.

"So beautiful," Bai Xingling's voice rang out.

The pale purple lake reflected the full moon in the sky, and in the distance, tree branches stretched out from the lake, with fireflies twinkling on them.

"From the Imperial Dynasty?" As the voice rang out, the bright moonlight fell, and an elegant woman dressed in a white Confucian dress stepped out slowly.

She wore white jade ornaments on her head and silver bells jingled on her ankles.

Falling Flower Sword Sect, Frosty Moon Edge.

"Why are all the heavenly soldiers women?" Bai Xingling looked at Shuang Yuefeng, who was as elegant as Chang'e, and subconsciously complained.

"The men all committed suicide for love, didn't they? One by one, they followed their wives after they died. They have no sense of being weapons at all. Shameful trash," Shuangyuefeng rolled his eyes and complained.

"Women also commit suicide for love, right?" Bai Xingling asked curiously after hearing this.

"Yes, there are some like me, such as the Eastern Emperor Bell. We are just weapons, and we are comrades-in-arms with our sect leader. Our sect leader has his own wife," Shuang Yuefeng explained.

"Why can't it be a man?" Bai Xingling frowned upon hearing this.

"Because the male spirit is closer to the female than her husband, and at this level they are both powerful, it would be troublesome for the female to find a husband. It's better to just be with the spirit directly," Shuang Yuefeng explained after thinking for a moment.

Li Junsu understood; the situation involving a military spirit was not good.

It's just like your wife hanging out with her male best friend every day.

The same applies to men. If a man spends all his time with a female powerful woman, it is as if he is spending all his time with a femme fatale.

Both of the aforementioned spirit soldiers went with their masters.

Their master is also a solitary person who only possesses the spirit of the soldier.

"As for people like us... the Falling Flower Sword Sect was founded by the sect leader for his wife. I'm just a henchman protecting the sect," Shuang Yuefeng said self-consciously.

"Are there any male spirit soldiers left?" Bai Xingling then asked.

"Yes." Shuang Yuefeng thought for a moment and nodded.

"Who?"

"Lu Zhi's Han Empress Sword".

Bai Xingling's lips twitched upon hearing this. Could this sword have been used to cut Lady Qi?

Li Junsu also raised an eyebrow.

That's the sword of a ruthless person.