Slaying Gods, the agent of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, starting with the Undying Scripture

Hearing footsteps behind him, Zhao Wentian slowly turned around and his gaze fell on the woman in court attire.

She was dressed in a dark blue jacket and skirt, simple yet elegant, with a delicate hairpin in her hair, which made her look even more gentle and virtuous.

Zhao Wentian frowned slightly, a strange feeling welling up in his heart.

He stared at the woman before him, and a familiar figure flashed through his mind—Gongyang Wan.

Yes, it's her!

Her appearance is almost identical to that of Gongyang Wan, who lived two thousand years later.

After devouring the willow wood and the severed finger of Chaos, she had already reached the pinnacle of human cultivation.

Zhao Wentian's voice was low, tinged with doubt and seriousness: "How did you end up here?"

Gongyang Wan seemed hesitant, her lips parted slightly, but she stopped herself from speaking.

After a while, she finally said softly, "My Lord, it's His Majesty..."

Zhao Wentian interrupted her, waved his hand, and said:

"I don't want to hear this. If you have nothing else to do, go help out at the Zhenxie Division's examination hall."

The task of screening for superhumans from thousands of people within three days is enormous and requires a large workforce.

After saying that, he turned around, put his hands behind his back, and continued walking forward, the bluestone slabs under his feet making a crisp sound.

Gongyang Wan silently lowered her head, watching Zhao Wentian's receding figure, feeling a pang of loss in her heart.

She hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to follow in his footsteps.

Taking small, careful steps, she followed behind Zhao Wentian, not daring to make a loud noise.

Throughout the journey, Gongyang Wan remained silent, simply following Zhao Wentian quietly.

Her beautiful eyes darted around from time to time, revealing a faint trace of sadness and helplessness.

This was the only way she could express her love; though silent, it was full of deep affection.

For a whole month, Gongyang Wan stayed in the palace, learning all sorts of complicated etiquette.

She has sprained her ankles countless times, but she has never complained.

All of this was arranged by Emperor Wu of Han, and she could only silently endure it.

Zhao Wentian suddenly felt a burning gaze fixed on him from behind, which made him stop in his tracks.

He turned around abruptly, staring intently at Gongyang Wan behind him, and said sternly, "Are you not going to listen to what I say?"

Gongyang Wan was clearly startled by Zhao Wentian's sudden turn. She stood there blankly, somewhat at a loss.

However, due to inertia, her body did not stop immediately, but continued to rush forward.

As a result, he stumbled and crashed straight into Zhao Wentian's hard armor.

With a muffled thud, Gongyang Wan's forehead slammed into Zhao Wentian's armor, producing a dull impact sound.

The sudden impact made Gongyang Wan feel dizzy.

She swayed and almost fell to the ground.

After the impact, the surroundings suddenly fell into a deathly silence, as if time itself had stopped flowing at that moment.

Looking at the somewhat disheveled Gongyang Wan in front of him, Zhao Wentian couldn't help but feel a sense of helplessness.

He shook his head helplessly and couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath: "What a mess!"

However, Zhao Wentian didn't say anything more. He simply turned around and continued walking forward.

Gongyang Wan, standing behind him, was slightly taken aback, seemingly surprised by Zhao Wentian's reaction.

Her cheeks flushed slightly as she pondered the meaning behind Zhao Wentian's earlier remark about "mismatched couples."

Gongyang Wan hesitated for a moment, but finally took a small step forward, as if testing Zhao Wentian's reaction.

When she realized that Zhao Wentian had neither refused her request to follow him nor explicitly agreed to it, a glimmer of hope welled up in her heart.

"Hurry up! His Majesty is getting impatient." Just as Gongyang Wan was secretly pleased, Zhao Wentian's serious voice suddenly rang out from ahead.

Gongyang Wan snapped out of her daze and quickly replied, "Oh, okay~"

Then she quickly lifted her skirt and hurried to catch up with Zhao Wentian.

From atop the palace walls, Emperor Wu of Han, dressed in a yellow robe, took in all of this.

He pressed the sword at his waist and sighed, "Zhang Han."

"The old slave is here."

"I can sense that your time is coming to an end."

"The Celestial Venerable said, it will happen tonight."

Standing beside Emperor Wu, Zhang Han spoke calmly.

"Very well." Emperor Wu of Han pressed down on the sword at his waist.

"Then join me for a good night's drink and get thoroughly drunk."

......

The Bureau of Suppressing Evil.

"You are from the Evil Suppression Division, aren't you?"

A young man stealthily approached Gongyang Zhuo's ear and whispered, as if afraid of being overheard.

A mysterious expression appeared on his face, as if he had something important to tell Gongyang Zhuo.

Gongyang Zhuo glanced at him with some impatience. The man looked to be in his early twenties and was quite strong, but his behavior seemed frivolous.

Gongyang Zhuo wondered to himself what this young man was up to now.

"Let me tell you, I can kill a bull with three punches!"

The man suddenly raised his voice, his tone full of confidence and boastfulness, as if it were something extraordinary.

Gongyang Zhuo's lips twitched slightly, thinking to himself that this person was probably an idiot.

He looked at the other person indifferently, then silently stretched out his hand and pointed to a stall not far away, where bowls of steaming mung bean soup were displayed.

"Go, drink a bowl of mung bean soup, and get out of here right now!" Gongyang Zhuo's voice was icy cold, devoid of any emotion.

Upon hearing this, the man was stunned; he clearly hadn't expected Gongyang Zhuo to react this way.

He stood there, stunned, his face full of disbelief. "No...why?"

Gongyang Zhuo explained expressionlessly, "Killing a bull with three punches is nothing special. Come back when you can kill ten bulls with one punch."

After saying that, he ignored the man and turned to continue walking forward.

The man wanted to say something more, but just then, a faint glimmer of firelight flashed before his eyes.

He only felt a blur before his eyes, and the next moment, two burly soldiers appeared beside him like ghosts. Without saying a word, they lifted him up like a chicken.

"Hey! What are you doing? Let me go!" the man shouted as he struggled, but the two soldiers were unmoved and simply took him out of the interview area.

Gongyang Zhuo watched this scene without any emotion.

He has never had a good impression of people who like to boast but have no real skills. After dealing with such a person, he felt a little better.

Then, Gongyang Zhuo walked up to a man surnamed Hu.

The man looked a bit older and had an honest face, but Gongyang Zhuo did not let his guard down because of this.

Gongyang Zhuo carefully examined the man surnamed Hu, from top to bottom and from left to right, not missing a single detail.

After a long while, he slowly spoke, "You know, lying is punishable by death."

The man surnamed Hu's face instantly turned pale, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead. He stammered, "I...I know."

Upon seeing this, Gongyang Zhuo had already made his judgment.

He walked right past the man surnamed Hu without saying another word, and continued to scrutinize the other interviewees.

Under Gongyang Zhuo's rigorous screening process, the originally large interview pool was quickly reduced by more than half.

The young man surnamed Hu was led by a soldier to a study and stopped.

For some reason, the young man seemed unusually nervous.

His palms were sweaty. He took a deep breath and stepped inside.