After being exiled for eighteen years, the prince returned to the capital as a veritable immortal.

"One spirit, one element, one world."

"Life is the spirit of death."

"Death is the source of life."

……

A voice as sweet as a nightingale's melody echoed along the quiet mountain path.

Inside Prince Yi's carriage.

Hu Die held the "Scripture of the Underworld" and began to recite it.

The iron-clad guards were immediately invigorated.

Although they couldn't understand the mysterious and profound "Scripture of the Underworld".

Listening to Hu Die's voice makes walking more energetic, and I don't feel tired at all.

From initial resistance to now accepting it calmly.

Hu Die no longer views the "Memorial Scripture" as a monstrous flood.

Since His Highness says that once one advances to the Golden Core Realm and opens up the Qi Sea, the death fog above the Imperial City will disappear.

So, it would be better to open up the Qi Sea sooner rather than later.

A huge mass of deathly energy floated overhead.

Not to mention others, even she felt uneasy.

I'm always worried that one day the wind will blow down and the rain will pour down, killing a lot of people.

"One spirit, one essence..."

I've only been reading for a short while.

Hu Die pouted and looked aggrieved.

His Highness, ugh, he's actually asleep.

This is the first time in my life.

before.

Even when Hu Die recited her clumsy, low-level martial arts techniques, His Highness listened with great interest.

Now, while reciting her Dao—the Book of Darkness—I actually fell asleep.

Her cultivation technique is just that rubbish.

It's not even as good as a third-rate, mediocre martial art.

The recitation stopped abruptly, and a faint mist rose from Hu Die's eyes.

"what?"

Zhou Yi shuddered and suddenly opened his eyes.

He patted her head and asked with a smile, "You, what's this...?"

"Are you too lazy to even look at other people's ways?"

"Haha, what are you saying?"

Zhou Yi finally understood the girl's grievances and said, "I just don't want to follow your path, leaving you with no path to follow."

"Pfft!"

The sun rises again, and the sky is clear and blue.

……

at the same time.

Tianyi Sect, Sect Master's Cave Abode.

Sect Master Shen Canghai, with white hair and beard, sat cross-legged on a black jade futon.

His son, Shen Zhuo, dressed in a sky-blue Taoist robe, stood with his hands at his sides, and said angrily:

"Father, my brother just died in vain, without even a peep?"

"Wouldn't our Tianyi Sect be ridiculed by our fellow practitioners!"

"Even if the murderer is the imperial grandson Zhou Yi, we can't just let this go!"

The deceased mentioned by the father and son were martial artists from the Tianyi Sect who participated in the Liangzhou Prefecture martial arts examination.

Originally, he had won first place and was awarded the title of Wu Jieyuan.

however.

When Feng Qing attacked Zhou Yi, he stepped in to assist in the attack.

Therefore, he was killed by Zhou Yi.

The son of the dignified sect leader of Tianyi Sect was actually killed by the disgraced grandson of the emperor.

This greatly angered the father and son.

after all.

As a mid-level sect, the Tianyi Sect's strength is no less than that of the Great Qian Dynasty.

Sect Master Shen Canghai is at the mid-stage of the Celestial Realm.

He is a genuine fortune teller.

Shen Canghai opened his eyes and said:

"What's the rush? The opportunity is here."

"What opportunity?" Shen Zhuo's eyes lit up.

Shen Canghai pulled a slip of paper from his pocket and handed it over.

Shen Zhuoyue's eyes lit up, and he laughed heartily:

"As long as we tie up the grandson of the Emperor and send him to the Martial Arts Alliance, Alliance Leader Zhu will promise us the position of Vice Alliance Leader!"

After the initial joy, a serious expression appeared on his face.

"Father, are we really going to be the first to stick our necks out and break ties with the Great Qian Dynasty?"

"Humph."

Shen Canghai sneered disdainfully, "In front of the Martial Alliance, the Great Qian Dynasty is nothing."

"Zhu Anshi has already sent a letter to the Great Qian Dynasty, stating that all sects of the Martial Alliance will not participate in the Martial Arts Examination."

"This is a complete falling out."

"Why not do us a favor and become the vice leader in the process?"

After all, in their eyes...

The grandson of the Emperor went to the Martial Arts Alliance to seek revenge, which meant certain death for him.

A glint of fanaticism flashed in Shen Zhuo's eyes, and he nodded repeatedly, saying:

"Father, this time you have to go yourself. I am a Grandmaster and I are both Grandmasters, I'm afraid... it's not safe."

"What are you afraid of?"

Shen Canghai took out a jade pendant from his sleeve and said, "I'm giving you a magic weapon that can kill any grandmaster."

Shen Zhuo took it and exclaimed with delight, "The Infant-Slaying Flying Knife!"

It can slay any Nascent Soul cultivator.

If the nascent soul is severed, the cultivation level will drop to the Golden Core realm.

"According to the itinerary, the Imperial Grandson will definitely stay in Yunyang City tonight."

Shen Zhuo said happily, "I'll go right now and take him down."

After his son left, Shen Canghai sat back down on the prayer mat, muttering to himself:

"Zhu Anshi isn't someone who's easily taken advantage of; something just doesn't feel right..."

After pondering for a moment, he seemed to have no clue what to do.

He shook his head and began to cultivate.

……

The setting sun is like blood.

Yunyang City is now within sight.

Si Xuan waved his hand, stopping the cavalry, and walked to the carriage, saying:

"Your Highness, why don't we stay in this city tonight?"

Zhou Yi agreed and got off the carriage with Hu Die.

Looking at the ancient city wall, Zhou Yi said:

“Mahayana activities are rampant here. If we go into the city, we might be able to see how they operate.”

"Okay."

Hu Die's eyebrows jumped up when she heard about going shopping.

Si Xuan also looked excited.

The Iron Cavalry Guards set up camp outside the city, and the three of them walked towards the city gate.

……

The moment I stepped through the city gate.

On the city wall, a watchful gaze shot from behind.

Zhou Yi smiled faintly, without even turning his head.

Surprisingly, we've been targeted.

Hu Die was like a white butterfly flitting about, sometimes flying in front of Zhou Yi, sometimes floating behind him.

If it tastes delicious, I'll buy two servings.

Send one to Si Xuan.

We ate and strolled around, stopping and starting as we pleased.

The three of them, whether intentionally or unintentionally, followed behind an old woman in gray.

Hu Die pouted, "I... don't like her."

“You cultivate yin energy, while she possesses yang energy,” Zhou Yi said. “Therefore, you instinctively reject her.”

Does the body contain Yang energy?

Zhou Yi and Si Xuan's eyes widened immediately.

The evil is created by the Heavenly Soul.

The Heavenly Soul is the Yang Spiritual Energy.

Zhou Yi nodded, confirming that their idea was correct.

Thinking about it will lead you to see how Mahayana Buddhism uses evil to harm people.

The two couldn't help but feel a little excited.

……

We continued along the riverbank.

In front of a double-arched stone bridge, a frail scholar timidly guarded his painting stall.

A shirtless, burly man walked across the river.

The burly man patted his hairy chest and extended his thick, fleshy hand.

"Please come back later, sir. I haven't opened for business yet and I'm really short of money."

"Whether we open for business or not is none of my business!"

The burly man grabbed the scholar by the collar and said, "If you don't pay, I'll tear up your painting."

"Brother, you have to be reasonable. If we don't make any business, where will the money come from to give you?"

Despite being swayed from side to side while being lifted up, the scholar still tried his best to reason with the big man.

The old woman in gray stopped and stared at the two of them with her gray-brown eyes.

Hu Die and Si Xuan exchanged a glance and watched the three of them from a distance.

Soon we will witness how Mahayana Buddhism uses evil to harm people.

In Zhou Yi's mind.

Those who had followed him from the city gate now mingled into the crowd to watch the conflict unfold.

No matter how kindly the scholar pleaded, the burly man remained unmoved.

He tore the scholar's clothes and pulled out the only three copper coins he had.

This is not finished.

He tore up several more paintings and calligraphy pieces and trampled them indiscriminately.

The clay figure still had some temper, while the scholar was clearly burning with anger, but he managed to suppress it.

The old woman went up to the scholar and said:

"Scholar, join the Mahayana sect, and you will be given boundless power."

"Mahayana?"

The scholar was taken aback, then shook his head and said, "No, I only study the classics and do not join any church."

Upon hearing the name of the Mahayana sect, the burly man's expression changed, and he turned and ran away.

The old woman glanced at the burly man about to leave, then at the timid scholar, and gave a sinister smile.

With a wave of her hand, a monstrous creature flew out of her body and pounced on the scholar.