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

The iron whip has barbs on it; it's clearly a high-quality product from the Ministry of Justice.

With one lash, a bloody welt appeared on Li Yinian's chest.

Bai Xingling touched her arm as she watched.

The three Buddhist patriarchs and the three sect leaders were even more startled.

Who is this person?

The commander could sense that Li Qingfeng was also very strong.

But the other party only asked about martial arts.

"Is it now fashionable for people to be stronger the lower their cultivation level?"

The conquest stirred up doubts within him.

Zhulong was already used to it, but Nuwa was dumbfounded.

She was kind-hearted and instinctively wanted to offer some advice.

Zhulong grasped her wrist and then telepathically told her about the glorious deeds of Shuaishan.

The more Nuwa listened, the stranger her expression became.

Finally, Nuwa stood still and remained silent.

She personally strongly opposes using violence to solve problems at the drop of a hat.

But this time, she felt she really needed to put in some effort.

Li Qingfeng felt his anger subside considerably after striking with the whip.

Look at Jun Su, and then look at this rebellious son.

It's not that he can't accept that his offspring are mediocre.

But that's only if you try your best and still end up mediocre.

They spend their days eating, drinking, and having fun, living a life of idleness and waiting to die, while also dragging others down with them.

For example, Xie Xiaoyao and Li Yinian, that guy, don't cultivate themselves, but they also want to drag their master down with them and prevent him from cultivating.

This is just asking for a beating.

Prince An remained silent; this was the reason he wanted to leave.

In fact, even if it weren't him standing here today...

If it were Junhao or Junyi, Li Yinian would still be beaten up anyway.

Because Junhao and Junyi would actively stir up trouble, talking about what they had cultivated and how quickly they had progressed.

Then they would glance at Li Yinian, feigning confusion, and ask him what progress he had made.

Then Li Qingfeng would be furious and beat his own unfilial son.

If Jun Su were present, it would simply be his presence that would ignite Li Qingfeng's fury.

"Jun Su, your strength is quite good now."

Li Qingfeng then put down his whip, looked at his grandson, and smiled very kindly.

But to others, the sight of a Taoist priest with an air of otherworldly wisdom wielding a terrifying iron whip, with his son screaming in agony behind him, was utterly horrifying.

"Come on, let me see your strength."

After Li Qingfeng finished speaking, he flicked his finger.

Immortal mountains rise, peach blossoms fall.

A celestial being plucks a flower and flicks it, stirring up emotions in the mortal world.

A single peach blossom caused the expressions of the three sect leaders to change drastically.

This rhythm is not domineering, but profound and ethereal, like an immortal descending to earth.

In terms of the essence and artistic conception of Taoism, they are all inferior to this Taoist.

If this Taoist were to advance to the Fusion Realm, he could probably take on all three of them with one hand.

This time, Prince An also flicked his finger when faced with this peach blossom.

The rhythm stirs up the deathly aura, causing it to rush out.

The deathly aura from the abyss collided directly with the peach blossoms.

The deathly aura extinguished the Daoist essence; although the artistic conception was profound, its origin was not as magnificent as the deathly aura.

An aura of death enveloped the peach blossoms, and moments later, withered petals fell to the ground from mid-air.

Withered petals drifted to the ground and dissipated in the wind.

The deathly aura turned into smoke and gradually dissipated.

Yan Qingling was stunned; she knew her husband's capabilities.

Now, it seems that Jun Su has become even stronger than her husband?

"Grandpa, you flatter me."

Li Junsu cupped his hands and smiled lightly.

"Not bad."

Li Qingfeng stroked his beard with satisfaction.

If he advances to the Martial Venerable level, he can still exchange a few blows with his own grandson.

To go any further, you'll need to cultivate diligently.

But there's no need for that; the more capable his grandson is, the more gratified he will be.

The current desire for power is mainly for showing off in front of one's wife.

If no one steals his thunder, he's less inclined to put in the effort to cultivate.

Trying too hard will attract old friends who want to challenge you to a duel.

He is maintaining a balance.

Li Yinian inherited Li Qingfeng's carefree attitude.

Unfortunately, he did not inherit his father's extraordinary talent and comprehension.

So he can only keep getting hit.

Even being lazy requires ability.

Just like the emperor, he said he didn't take over the Eastern Khanate because he didn't want to, and felt that the Eastern Khanate was too weak.

Everyone in the world will believe that day.

Conversely, if Li Yuan said that he couldn't conquer the Eastern Khanate because he didn't want to, everyone in the world would burst into laughter.

Everyone knows Li Yuan's skill level.

In Li Qingfeng's case, it was the other way around.

Like father, like son.

As for the emperor, he hoped his father would become a dragon (a symbol of success in Chinese mythology).

"Grandpa, it's nothing, I'll be going now."

After saying this, Li Junsu was about to leave.

"Go ahead, official business can be handled anytime, remember to get some rest."

Qingfeng Li smiled and waved his hand.

He knew that his grandson was not someone like him who could be idle.

Li Junsu left, but the screams behind him did not subside.

This time, Yan Qingling, having regained her senses, also joined the battle.

She held a wooden stick, and after Li Qingfeng lashed out with his whip, she would swing the stick.

The husband and wife team played a doubles match, causing Li Yinian to scream in agony.

“You unfilial son, you are not even as good as your own son.”

“Junhao is slacking off, but that's because he's doing a good job as the city lord.”

"What about you?"

"You can't even be a proper family head, I'll beat you to death!"

After Yan Qingling finished speaking, she struck it again with a wooden stick.

She was proficient in poetry and songs from a young age, and was good at everything except musical instruments.

When she goes out, people always praise her as a talented woman.

Not to mention her husband, he was always praised as a child.

How did those two end up having such a thing?

This shows that Yan Qingling is biased; Li Yinian is actually not bad either.

His current physique is among the best in the area with panoramic views of mountains and sea.

Ordinary people who only look at mountains and seas can't really do anything about him.

In the distance, Bai Xingling's ears perked up.

"Hey, do you think the emperor is most afraid of Grandpa Qingfeng?"

Bai Xingling leaned closer to Li Junsu and whispered in his ear.

"?"

Li Junsu was puzzled. Why would the emperor be afraid of his grandfather?

"As long as Grandpa isn't trying to show off, his skills are enough. He usually just drinks or goes fishing."

"Not to mention Shuai Shan, he now avoids Si Zi at all costs. If Si Zi were to strike with his Overlord Halberd, he would be sent flying."

"Junhao is the same. He only wants to be the Lord of Qingfeng City. His Majesty has tried to promote him several times, but he has always managed to avoid it in various ways."

"Is this a lazybones from the same family?"

"This is the kind of person His Majesty fears most."

Bai Xingling's ears began to twitch, and its tail swished from side to side, as if it had made a great discovery.

Upon hearing this, Li Junsu chuckled in disbelief.

Now that the Celestials have said that, it does seem to be true.

During their conversation, he and Bai Xingling went to the study.

Inside the courtyard, Princess Chang Le sat at a stone table, quietly reading a book.

In the center of the courtyard, Si Zi was wielding the Overlord Halberd, looking like he was seriously cultivating.

As time went by, Jizi grew up, and her face became more and more adorable.

She was exquisitely beautiful, possessing seven parts the emperor's heroic spirit and three parts the dignified grace of Lady Changsun.

Empress Zhangsun and Lady Dou adored their youngest daughter, and they would often bring her back to the palace to keep them company.

Sizi was happy to spend time with his mother and grandmother, but he also wanted to beat up his father.

He would always carry the Overlord Halberd with him to discuss assassination plans with Yu Ji.

But the emperor was different from Li Yinian. He inquired about martial prowess, and his divine sense enveloped the entire palace.

Each time, she managed to evade her own daughter's ambush, and then Yun Wujing would quickly send her away.

The youngest daughter is truly beautiful and incredibly well-behaved.

But that was for her mother, the Empress Dowager; as her father, he only felt a headache coming on.

"Brother~"

When Sizi saw Li Junsu return, he threw down the Overlord Halberd and pounced on him.

Li Junsu hugged Sizi, but she bumped into him and made him take a step back.

Even Bai Xingling was impressed by this; a natural martial arts physique is truly powerful.

"I'm here. How was Sizi's cultivation today?"

Li Junsu hugged Sizi, chuckled, and pinched her nose.

"very good!"

Sizi smiled sweetly.

The Overlord's Halberd pierced the ground, and the figure of Yu Ji appeared.

She looked at Sizi, her eyes filled with tenderness.

Sizi knows very well how to please her elders.

Yu Ji now treats Si Zi almost like her own daughter.

Li Junsu handed the baby to Yu Ji, who then took her young master in her arms.

Sizi buried itself in Yu Ji's arms, nuzzling against her.

"Brother Su."

Chang Le put down the ancient book, looked at Li Junsu, and smiled gently.

After living in the Prince An's mansion for so many years, and spending time with her nominal imperial uncle, Chang Le finally understood.

Li Junsu is a very pure person, and time cannot change him.

What happened then will remain the same in the future.

"Why are you reading here? Sit inside."

Li Junsu saw Chang Le and chuckled as he spoke.

He had watched Chang Le grow up, and now that she was a graceful young woman, he couldn't help but feel emotional.

Chang Le didn't answer, but just glanced at Bai Xingling beside him.

Bai Xingling looked at Chang Le, a hint of wariness flashing in her eyes.

She noticed that Chang Le seemed to have grown up a bit too much.

I've figured out some things about men and women.

She's not as cute as Xiaoyue.

“My master is inside organizing official documents and handling official business on my behalf. I don’t want to disturb her.”

Chang Le looked at the white tiger guarding its food, a smile flashing in her eyes, and then looked at Li Junsu, speaking softly.

Even if the white tiger guards its food, it's no use; someone will eventually get to eat it.

The world is still unsettled, so everyone is fighting but not breaking apart.

But once the world is at peace, that's when the real show begins.

Bai Xingling is now like a person guarding a house while facing a large army.

The army will not move until it is time to attack the city.

But when the time comes, Bai Xingling alone will not be able to withstand it.

Upon hearing that it was official business, Li Junsu forgot all about pleasantries.

He quickly pushed open the door and entered the study.

Inside the study, Ying Huaimeng, dressed like a refined lady, sat in Prince An's seat and began to write.

If you didn't know better, you'd think she was copying calligraphy.

"came back?"

Ying Huaimeng raised her head, put down her wolf-hair brush, and smiled very gently.

"Well, I'm sorry to bother you during this time."

Li Junsu looked at the official document and his tone softened.

"That's all I had to do."

"Is there anything major happening in the world right now?"

Li Junsu made tea for Ying Huaimeng and asked curiously.

Bai Xingling silently walked to Li Junsu's side, took out a teacup and put it down.

Li Junsu also poured Bai Xingling a glass.

"Have."

Seeing this, Ying Huaimeng smiled and nodded.

"Over at Shaolin, the shadow of the Maitreya Buddha looms over the mountain."

"This has startled all Buddhist sects in the world, and Shaolin's prestige is now even greater than before."

"As for the Azure Emperor, it seems he has figured things out. He actually sent the Confucian Ancestor to visit him personally and bring Junhao to stay and cultivate there temporarily."

The two pieces of news Ying Huaimeng mentioned caused Li Junsu and Bai Xingling to pause simultaneously.

"You mean... the phantom of Maitreya appeared on Shaolin Mountain?"

Bai Xingling's expression turned playful.

"The Green Mountain Sword Sect?"

Li Junsu was more concerned about the movements of Li Junhao and Ruzu.

"That's right. It's probably because the news of your killing of Yayu got out that the Azure Emperor thought it over and decided to admit it."

Ying Huaimeng carefully considered her words before speaking.

"I did not kill the gods; I merely received their blessings."

Li Junsu shook his head as he spoke.

"Martial artists don't care about these things; they only know that whoever survives wins."

Ying Huaimeng nodded, then shook her head and said.

"Is there anything else?"

Bai Xingling shook her head speechlessly upon hearing this; she knew what kind of people those martial artists were.

The Six Doors said that Prince An received the grace of the gods, but the independent cultivators only spread rumors that Prince An killed the gods.

"Yes, this is even more interesting."

Ying Huaimeng smiled.

"It seems the Nightmare Demon Palace has moved to Silla."

"They were treated as honored guests."

"It seems that the matter of Silla being incorporated into the dynasty is now being pushed forward."

Ying Huaimeng looked at Li Junsu and carefully chose her words.

"Nightmare Palace?"

Li Junsu was somewhat surprised.

"Silla?"

Bai Xingling was stunned for a moment.

Nobody really cared about this; even she ignored Silla.

"Incorporated into the imperial dynasty."

Ying Huaimeng added in conclusion.

......

Silla, Royal Palace

"Your Excellency, please take a seat."

The Queen of Silla looked at Xiao Fangdong and quickly invited him to sit down.

"Your Excellency, is it true that we will be incorporated into the Imperial Dynasty?"

The Queen of Silla looked at Xiao Fangdong, her tone somewhat urgent.

She now genuinely wants to directly merge into the dynasty.

Their family could easily be considered a powerful and influential clan.

The world is more chaotic now than it was then.

This was true for Silla.

Because all the other foreign states had died out, only Silla and Baekje remained.

Now, a poisonous creature has escaped from the Western Regions and is wreaking havoc further west and north.

The dynasty is so powerful that it seems poised to annihilate the Western Regions in one fell swoop.

What would happen to Silla if the Western Regions were destroyed?

What if the emperor casually wiped them out as well?

The Queen of Silla even wanted to give her own undergarment to the Emperor to strengthen their relationship.

However, fearing that the other side would become angry and send troops directly, she gave up the idea.

Now that an envoy has suddenly arrived to discuss the annexation of Silla into the dynasty, she is naturally overjoyed.

"of course it's true."

Xiao Fangdong looked at the Queen of Silla with a smile in his eyes.

If you look closely, you can see that Xiao Fangdong's smile is somewhat stiff.

He couldn't help but stiffen.

When he saw the news that Prince An had killed Yayu, his mind went completely blank.

Who killed whom?

Good heavens, the Dynasty is now going after the ancient supreme beings?

Yayu is not Erfu; he is a true supreme being.

If the Nightmare Demon Palace continues to resist, it will soon be doomed.

Xiao Fangdong arrived immediately with his men.

Unexpectedly, someone was even more anxious than him, so he didn't manipulate others and directly became a messenger to their door.

"May I ask what the envoy's name is?"

Queen Silla looked at Xiao Fangdong with some hesitation.

She knew all the court officials of the dynasty.

This person... I don't think I've ever heard of their name.

“You can call me... Murong Ke.”

"Ancient legacy of love?!"