His Majesty is plotting a rebellion? Quickly, summon the Imperial Advisor!

Inside Da Xi City, crowds surged.

The slender Zhao Qingyun walked slowly toward the Imperial Preceptor's residence.

He was handsome and had a commanding presence when he walked.

With an ethereal air, he walked through the bustling city like a celestial being descended to earth, standing out from the crowd and attracting countless stares.

Many women whispered among themselves, their faces flushed with shyness, thinking that such a handsome young man was a rare sight.

However, at that moment, a small vendor pushing a cart inadvertently blocked Zhao Qingyun's way.

A hint of displeasure flashed in Zhao Qingyun's eyes, but a strange smile appeared on his lips, and then he waved his hand.

The next moment.

Suddenly, a strong wind arose, and a hurricane seemed to come from nowhere, blowing the vendor dozens of meters away.

It eventually fell to the ground, leaving a long trail of blood.

This scene was truly terrifying.

The vendor was covered in blood and gore. If you looked closely at the bloodstains on the ground, you could see his ruptured intestines and excrement.

The flow of people came to an abrupt halt, as if they had been frozen in place.

After a brief moment of surprise.

A scream was heard.

The crowd began to scatter and flee, their previous admiring and envious gazes turning into fear.

Zhao Qingyun's expression was calm, quite different from the fleeing crowd. He stepped over the merchant's corpse without any expression.

Once upon a time, he was just one of the masses.

But things are different now.

He regarded ordinary people as worthless.

Killing him would be troublesome, but if you offend him, so what if it's a little troublesome?

The others merely raised their hands.

Since becoming a Qi cultivator, Zhao Qingyun's profound blessings have made him even more convinced of his uniqueness.

He walked slowly.

But at a certain moment, he suddenly stopped.

Someone blocked his way.

It was Shang Shoucheng, the commander of the Imperial Guards, who wore the "Sunrise Armor".

Shang Shoucheng, holding a long sword, glared angrily at Zhao Qingyun and shouted, "Immortals and mortals should not disturb each other. Why are you causing trouble in my Great Xi? You are harming my Great Xi people without cause!"

Zhao Qingyun frowned slightly and flicked his sleeve.

It was the same move again: a fierce wind arose once more, carrying unparalleled momentum, and rushed towards Shang Shoucheng.

The latter, unhurried and composed, held his long sword in front of him, let out a low shout, and unleashed his profound power, managing to withstand the fierce wind without sustaining any injury.

However, he was still pushed back several meters.

Shang Shoucheng frowned. "Your Excellency, it's not like I, Shang Shoucheng, haven't killed immortals before. If you retreat now, I can forgive and forget about it!"

"Pfft."

Zhao Qingyun laughed out loud, "Interesting. You're just a tiny ant, yet you dare to be so arrogant."

"You're so smug about blocking one of my attacks? Fine, I'll play along!"

Finished.

A dangerous confrontation ensued on the street.

Zhao Qingyun's hand techniques, at the Lantern-Carrying Realm level, allow him to summon and dismiss fireballs with a wave of his hand.

Shang Shoucheng was agile, dodging left and right, and the decapitation sword in his hand was also quite formidable, capable of cutting through fireballs.

After a few moves, Zhao Qingyun raised an eyebrow slightly, thinking that this person was quite interesting, as he always managed to avoid his spells in advance.

He made a spell with his hands, his internal energy surging, and took out a black and red gourd from his sleeve, unscrewing the gourd lid.

A strong suction force suddenly erupted from within, catching Shang Shoucheng off guard and forcing him to be drawn towards Zhao Qingyun.

Taking advantage of the opening, Zhao Qingyun pushed out with his hand, transforming his vital energy into a tremendous force that sent Shang Shoucheng flying into the air.

"boom!"

Shang Shoucheng landed, panting heavily.

The severe blow he had just suffered left him feeling weak all over.

Zhao Qingyun pinched his fingers and threw out another new spell. Shang Shoucheng endured his injuries, rolled to the side to dodge, and got up to fight again.

The battle between the two had a significant impact, with surrounding houses and buildings engulfed in flames.

suddenly.

Taking advantage of the opening, Shang Shoucheng swiftly arrived in a few strides and unleashed a decapitation slash with his broadsword.

A battle between Qi cultivators and martial artists.

One important factor is "distance"! Once a martial artist gets close, the Qi cultivator will be put on the defensive.

With the keen intuition brought by his exquisite heart, as well as his own judgment and skills, Shang Shoucheng dodged several of the man's spells and seized the opportunity to suddenly burst into unexpected speed to close the distance.

The strategy and some details are handled almost perfectly, with no flaws to be found.

Shang Shoucheng's gaze was firm, and he had already swung his long sword.

As the blade flashed, Zhao Qingyun smiled contemptuously.

He slightly raised a finger to block the slashing decapitation blade.

"Zheng——"

The sound of jade colliding is so intense it seems to tear one's eardrums apart.

Shang Shoucheng looked incredulous.

His own decapitation sword was actually put down by the opponent with a single finger.

Sparks flew.

He saw that Zhao Qingyun's fingers were covered with a white halo, exquisite as jade.

"How is this possible!" Shang Shoucheng was shocked.

Zhao Qingyun's lips curled up. "Martial arts? Sorry, I just casually cultivated it and I've already reached the ninth level of the Profound Realm."

The moment the words fell.

That fist, as white as jade, landed solidly on Shang Shoucheng's chest.

Taking the full force of the blow, Shang Shoucheng was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of blood in mid-air. His chest armor was dented from the impact.

Life and death do not know.

Even if he doesn't die, he will be severely injured.

Zhao Qingyun dusted himself off, his expression unchanged, and continued walking toward the Imperial Preceptor's residence.

Yu Jin, who arrived with Shang Shoucheng, clenched his fists.

The immortals were causing trouble... but he was helpless.

As he watched Zhao Qingyun's retreating figure, a sense of powerlessness washed over him.

After Zhao Qingyun's figure disappeared, Yu Jin hurriedly went to help Shang Shoucheng up.

"Quick... quick, help me up."

"We can't let him act recklessly. This man treats ordinary people like dirt... He's far too dangerous!"

Shang Shoucheng said.

"Yes...yes." Yu Jin, still shaken, helped Shang Shoucheng and chased after Zhao Qingyun.

Yet, a bitter feeling lingered in my heart.

Even Commander Shang was defeated, so what can he use to stop him?

Moreover, Zhao Qingyun's feet, though seemingly just walking normally, moved at a speed much faster than a normal person running.

Before long, they had left the two far behind.

They walked toward a secluded spot.

"That direction seems to lead to the Imperial Preceptor's residence." Yu Jin's pupils contracted. "Could they be heading for Xu Bing?"

Realizing this possibility, he unconsciously slowed his pace.

Zhao Qingyun finally met the Imperial Preceptor's residence.

"I never imagined that there would be such a blessed land in this mortal world?" Zhao Qingyun murmured to himself.

Does a mere imperial advisor deserve to enjoy a blessed land?

Zhao Qingyun is an arrogant and conceited person.

He continued walking, already intending to take over this place for his own use.

After all, blessed land is hard to find, and having more blessed land means having more capital.

at the same time.

Everyone inside the Imperial Preceptor's residence also sensed the impending crisis.

Goosebumps stood on end, and an immense sense of oppression enveloped my entire body.

They had already noticed the commotion.

"What should we do, Manager Tang? That man seems to be coming for us!" a gatekeeper said anxiously.

Tang Dayu frowned, and finally let out a heavy sigh, "Go out and face the enemy!"

He then looked at the four maids and said, “You all should act according to the situation! If you really have no choice, you may run away. The Grand Preceptor should not blame you.”

Say it.

Eleven servants, armed with knives, spears, and clubs, leaped out of the mansion, watching the approaching man warily.

Song Si, inside the mansion, looked around. He originally intended to take advantage of the chaos to enter the inner courtyard to search, but suddenly realized that the newcomers had ill intentions.

This person regards ordinary people as worthless, and she is still under the influence of the earth-shattering effect, unable to use her magic.

If not handled properly, it could have repercussions.

He was caught in a dilemma.

"An eyesore." Zhao Qingyun didn't even glance at the servants. With a flick of his sleeve, he created another hurricane that swept towards them.

The servants, their faces filled with terror, were scattered by the wind, crashing heavily against the walls, spitting blood and turning deathly pale.

If it weren't for the time they spent receiving Xu Bing's guidance and entering the Acquired Realm, they would have died just now.

Even so, everyone was in bad shape and lost their fighting ability.

Song Si frowned, her fingers gripping the hem of her clothes, her teeth slightly clenched, her mind racing as she tried to think of a way to break the deadlock.

At this moment, Zhao Qingyun raised his hand again, a hurricane faintly forming in his palm, and then flung it out.

The powerful hurricane seemed poised to rip the entire Imperial Preceptor's residence apart.

A raging wind swept wildly into the Imperial Preceptor's residence through the main gate.

Song Si and several other maids pressed their hands against their bodies, struggling to hold on.

But he was still knocked to the ground.

And the other side.

Ji Yuan, who was sitting cross-legged in the room, was suddenly awakened by the howling wind and the sound of the doors and windows being battered.

"What happened?"

Ji Yuan felt a low murmur in her heart, vaguely sensing that danger was approaching.

She clenched her fingers tightly in her palms and rubbed her wrists up and down, trying to loosen the rope a little.

Finally, it exhaled helplessly and gave up struggling.

It's a blessing, not a curse, but it's a curse that cannot be avoided.

In this situation, there's nothing she can do but resign herself to fate.

Just then…

A sharp eagle's cry echoed from the sky.

Ten thousand meters in the sky, a white eagle swooped down and tore through the hurricane with one claw!

“This is…” Song Si stared at the bird, her mind reeling. It was this bird that had torn apart her Rain-Storing Pearl.

"What a magnificent spirit pet!!" Zhao Qingyun's calm and arrogant expression finally changed after the gyrfalcon appeared.

Never thought about it.

In this crude and mundane world, it is truly remarkable to encounter such a high-quality spirit pet.

Its pure white fur shimmered with golden light under the sunlight.

Incredibly handsome!

"Such a spirit pet should belong to me, Zhao Qingyun!" A greedy light flashed in Zhao Qingyun's eyes.