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

"What is the purpose of this soup?"

Zhou Yi asked.

At the bridgehead, Tang, an old lady surnamed Meng...

This reminded him of a legendary god of the underworld.

"Quack quack..."

Old Mrs. Meng's laughter was shrill, her withered face wrinkled and crumpled, as she said...

"This soup, old woman, is refreshing and relieves the summer heat, banishes fatigue, and makes one forget the sorrows of three lifetimes."

The soldiers looked towards the other end of the wooden bridge.

After finishing their soup, the burly men strolled to the other side of the river and sat down to happily sing folk songs.

It seems that it truly washes away the hardships of a day's farm work and allows one to forget the troubles and worries of life.

After marching thousands of miles in half a day, many soldiers were parched and their minds began to wander.

Old Mrs. Meng scooped up the yellow soup, then poured it back into the vat with a "splashing" sound, tempting it:

"Soldiers are weary from marching, this is a good way to wash away the dust and fatigue."

Si Xuan shook his head.

His Highness expressed his refusal, stating that even the finest wine could not be drunk.

Orders are strictly obeyed; if the commander refuses, the soldiers, no matter how thirsty, will never even glance at him.

"Giggle, giggle, that won't do."

Old Mrs. Meng gave a strange laugh, her wrinkled face turning gloomy as she spoke.

"If you buy my soup, you must drink it."

With withered, claw-like hands, he picked up a large white porcelain bowl and placed it in front of Si Xuan.

The yellow broth in the bowl emitted the aroma of forget-me-nots.

"Hahaha……"

The soldiers laughed disdainfully.

See you soon.

An old woman from the countryside dared to threaten a general with his elite troops.

In the carriage.

Hu Die looked at the old woman with her beautiful eyes and felt a strange sense of familiarity.

She lifted the carriage curtain to get out, but Zhou Yi pressed her hand down.

"Let's see and then talk."

The two looked out of the car window.

Grandma Meng seemed oblivious to the soldiers' bluffing threats.

The large white porcelain bowl was overturned, and the contents were poured directly into Si Xuan's mouth.

"You old woman, you're just being unreasonable!"

A Golden Core Realm general reached out and placed his hand on Old Lady Meng's shoulder.

Unexpectedly, the old woman twisted her body slightly and slipped away like an eel, still holding the white bowl in her hand towards Si Xuan's mouth.

Si Xuan retreated rapidly, but the old woman followed him closely, the distance between them remaining unchanged.

The large white porcelain bowl was raised even higher, and the yellow broth slowly flowed towards Si Xuan's lips.

Sudden.

The white bowl remained suspended in mid-air, as if frozen, completely still.

Three slender, white fingers rested on the rim of the bowl, rendering it completely immobile.

"quack……"

Old Lady Meng chuckled strangely, "Great Qian Prince, are you taking advantage of my old age and weakness?"

As she spoke, the old woman tightened her grip.

The white bowl was held between three delicate white fingers, yet it seemed to be suspended in mid-air.

Two withered, thin hands gripped the rim of the bowl. Old Mrs. Meng suddenly exerted force, screaming:

"Let go of my hand!"

"Bah!"

A large white porcelain bowl was broken in two.

The spilled yellow soup was swept up by Zhou Yi's magic power, transformed into a water dragon, and flew back into the water vat.

Old Mrs. Meng held half a bowl in her hand, staring blankly for a long time:

"You... you actually broke my white jade bowl."

His wrinkled face showed not heartache, but rather surprise and shock.

She murmured:

"This bowl is unbreakable by lightning, and even immortals cannot break it, yet you..."

Si Xuan originally intended to compensate with one silver ingot.

Hearing this, he stood there stunned.

According to the old woman, isn't this a magic weapon?

Looking at Zhou Yi again, Old Madam Meng's gaze held a hint of apprehension.

“Meng Po, this is not a place for you,” Zhou Yi said.

A hint of confusion rose on the old woman's face, and she asked in bewilderment:

"Then where should I stay?"

Judging from her expression, she seemed to have some amnesia.

Meng Po should naturally be located by the Naihe Bridge in the underworld.

Zhou Yi wanted to have a detailed talk with her.

Sudden.

"Tap tap tap; tap tap tap..."

A rapid sound of horses' hooves rang out from afar.

Eight strong, half-demon horses pulled a large, Feng-style imperial dragon carriage, which sped towards them like lightning.

The Emperor's Dragon Chariot!

The eight horses stopped, and the carriage came to an abrupt halt at the bridgehead.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

Eighteen round, golden figures jumped off the carriage and pounced on Meng Po.

Zhou Yi and the others retreated.

Si Xuan drew his precious sword, intending to lend Old Lady Meng a helping hand.

Even Huo Wubing urged his horse forward.

After all, they had already witnessed the power of the Eighteen Golden Men.

Zhou Yi waved his hand, indicating that the two should observe the situation first before deciding whether to take action.

A look of doubt appeared in their eyes.

How could a frail old woman possibly be a match for the eighteen golden men?

Each of these golden figures represents a celestial being or a semi-immortal.

Eighteen demigods...

However, Grandma Meng's behavior almost made everyone's jaws drop.

With his withered palms extended flatly, the two golden figures at the forefront were sent flying dozens of feet back.

The golden man's massive, iron-clad chest was pierced through by a withered palm.

He rolled on the ground, stood up again, and the hole in his chest healed quickly, returning him to normal.

hiss--

This old lady is actually a terrestrial deity.

Si Xuan and Huo Wubing were greatly alarmed.

Si Xuan secretly felt lucky.

Fortunately, Zhou Yi stopped the other party from eating the soup; otherwise, who knows what the consequences would have been.

A terrestrial deity selling soup at the bridgehead must have some purpose.

Zhou Yi was not surprised.

How could a god who sets up a stall and works independently in the underworld not have any skills?

What surprised him were the eighteen golden statues.

Their strength seems to have decreased considerably compared to yesterday.

Although he is still at the Celestial Realm level, he is far less refined and spiritual than before.

In the battle of the imperial city, they were so lifelike, just like real people.

Now, its movements are somewhat sluggish, making it essentially a black iron puppet.

Their faces were all cast from black gold.

Yesterday, the faces of Wang Jian and Wang Ben, which were indistinguishable from real people, were nowhere to be seen.

Wang Jian and Wang Ben raised an army in Longxi to rebel.

Their faces disappeared from the golden statues.

Could it be that the two of them were sealed inside the golden statue?

Perhaps that is their method of breaking the three-thousand-year lifespan limit.

Based on this inference.

The eighteen golden statues should be used to seal eighteen generals from the previous dynasty.

Apart from the Wang family father and son, there is Baiqi.

Perhaps other former generals of the Fengtian clique will join the rebellion.

……

Although she is a terrestrial deity, Meng Po is clearly not good at fighting.

The eighteen golden men, unharmed and undead, launched a frenzied attack.

At this moment, she was struggling to cope, supporting herself on both sides.

"Your Highness."

Hu Die tugged at Zhou Yi's sleeve and shook it gently, her eyes pleading.

The scent of Old Lady Meng gave her a strange sense of familiarity.

She didn't want the other person to be kidnapped by the Emperor.

Zhou Yi smiled gently and floated into the battle circle.

With a flick of his sleeve, he sent the eighteen golden statues flying, crashing heavily onto the Great Feng Dragon Carriage.

The golden figures, originally three-dimensional, were flattened and attached to the carriage walls, becoming a golden decoration.

"Eh-"

With eight horses galloping, the imperial chariot of the Great Feng Dynasty sped forward, treading on the river against the current.

So strong!

Watching the dragon carriage disappear into the distance, Huo Wubing and the others were filled with admiration for Zhou Yi's strength.

It seems much stronger than yesterday.

Meng Po was also momentarily distracted.

The deeds of the grandson of the Emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty have spread throughout the world.

She believed that there must be a great deal of exaggeration involved.

The royal family took the opportunity to create momentum and deter those with ill intentions.

Unexpectedly, the other party was truly terrifying.

Her hunchback seemed to have become even more hunched; she lowered her head, turned, and walked away.

But Zhou Yi reached out and blocked their path:

"Meng Po, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"