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Chapter 85 The Dragon Prince of Liao and the Countryside God (Seeking first subscription! 10,000 words offered!)

"The Great Liao Dynasty? The Ninth Prince?"

Qingyuan pondered the words repeatedly, finding them strange.

The map fragments pieced together from Xu Sixing and Zhu Ming were retrieved, along with the recent "stockpiles" from various sects.

The general outline of the central part of the Fairy Deer Plain has been taken shape.

Other sects would occupy a mountain and become kings and tyrants, but the Great Liao was different. It directly governed a region with the imperial system, and cultivators were incorporated into the army, while sects were made its subjects.

In that land, reason is not based on force, but on "imperial decree".

Click the mouse to select the "Mountains and Rivers Carrying Valleys" destiny.

I casually opened Situ Mu's personal diary.

The records are quite detailed; it's unclear whether this is due to the prince's ostentatious display or the thorough infiltration of the incense burner system.

[One month ago, I departed from the capital of the Liao Dynasty, passed through Qingyang Sect, and observed the "Grand Ram Fighting Ceremony." I left a note commenting: "The mutton smell was too strong and unrefined."]

Half a month ago, I passed by the Yin Hua Sect and happened to witness the sect leader's daughter choosing a husband. Because of my ethereal beauty, I was forcibly thrown a bridal bouquet at her, and then... I fled.

Three days ago, we arrived at the Qinglushan area...

"Travel bloggers writing reviews?"

Qingyuan sneered.

The "human-shaped auspicious creature," carrying the nation's destiny and bringing bountiful harvests wherever it goes, doesn't stay there as a mascot but instead travels here incognito.

Something unusual must be a sign of something sinister.

After a moment's thought, I decided to prioritize stability.

By manipulating the mouse, a veiled message traveled through the [Furnace Realm] directly to Zhu Ming's sea of ​​consciousness: "Keep a close eye on that pretty boy. He has a powerful background. Don't let him break the rules, but don't let him get too comfortable either."

Immediately following, the order was sent to Chai Wu, who was mining and practicing his martial arts in the back mountains: "Bring your weapons and wait at the mountain gate. If the prince does anything out of line, be ready to receive him."

With everything arranged, Qingyuan stared at the Ninth Prince, who was waving a folding fan and looked utterly irritating, and muttered, "In this small territory, dragons must coil up and tigers must lie low."

"The rules of Guanhua Gate are more effective than that damned imperial edict."

Disregard the system and grant absolute control.

The fact that Qinglu Mountain alone locks down the divine consciousness in the vast void is a natural forbidden zone.

Here, I, who live off the offerings of incense, am the only true God.

Inside the boudoir, the furnishings were elegant and refined.

No red candles dimly illuminate the silk curtains, a few plain screens, several pots of orchids, and a light ink landscape painting hangs on the wall.

If it weren't for the alluring fragrance lingering at his nose, Xu Sixing would have thought he had mistakenly entered the boudoir of a young lady from a scholarly family.

His gaze swept around, merely to observe something new, without stirring any emotion within him.

Although the Imperial Sword Sect was not extremely wealthy, they had seen a lot in the world, and this kind of worldly refinement was pleasing to the eye but not to their heart.

The Ming Dynasty was completely different.

The newly appointed "Winged Fire Spirit Officer" stood out in the room with his hands behind his back and his crimson Taoist robe.

The old Taoist priest leaned closer to the orchid, as if appraising a rare treasure, shaking his head and saying, "Tsk."

"The orchids are grown in an interesting way. The pot is from a folk kiln, and the soil is ordinary soil, but it has a little bit of the dregs of spiritual soil mixed in."

"You're so kind, courtesan."

The Taoist priest exuded a sense of ease, as if he had just crawled out of the ground, and found everything pleasing to the eye.

Even the table legs can convey a certain artistic conception.

Some people were displeased.

Situ Mu slammed the folding fan shut in his hand.

His brow was furrowed, and he covered his nose with the handle of a fan, as if the air inside the room was foul and polluted.

His gaze swept over Xu Sixing's deliberately aged cloth robe, then over Zhu Ming's conspicuous Taoist robe, finally settling on the pot of orchids, and he gave a disdainful snort.

"Country bumpkin."

The sound wasn't loud, but the people inside the room heard it clearly.

"Common flowers and inferior products are only considered treasures by those who have never seen the world."

Situ Mu raised his head, his inherent arrogance impossible to conceal: "Anle Town is, after all, a remote border town. The so-called boudoir of a courtesan is nothing more than this."

The atmosphere was tense.

Xu Sixing raised his eyebrows slightly.

As a former troublemaker of the Imperial Sword Sect, he dared to confront even Wen Xianyun head-on, so how could he stand the arrogance of a rich young master on the street?

He straightened his clothes, walked slowly to the table, poured a cup of tea, and said without even raising his eyelids, "Indeed, we country bumpkins have never seen the world."

"But one of them has some doubts in his heart."

Xu Sixing blew away the tea foam, glanced at him sideways, and said in a light tone, "Young Master Situ is too arrogant, he doesn't live in a magnificent palace, and he doesn't eat dragon liver and phoenix marrow."

"What strange wind has blown this distinguished guest to this 'vulgar' brothel?"

"Could it be that you, sir, are a man of refined tastes who appreciates both the sophisticated and the common? You may say you don't, but your actions betray you?"

Eccentric and unpredictable, reaching the pinnacle of eccentricity.

Zhu Ming secretly gave a thumbs up.

Xu Xiaozi's verbal skills have improved.

"You...you're vulgar!"

Situ Mu's face flushed red, and he pointed at Xu Sixing with his folding fan, unable to utter a rebuttal for a long time.

Imperial nobles!

Who in the palace is disrespectful? Who isn't trying to guess what's on someone's mind?

I've never seen such a street thug fight before.

"snort!"

Situ Mu waved his sleeves, unfolded his fan again, and shook it frantically to cover his embarrassment.

It was as if it wanted to slap away the vulgarity that clung to it.

The ink flowed across the fan, the king's poems faded, replaced by two lines of helpless yet self-admiring new verses:

The world is muddy, but I am pure; everyone is drunk, but I am sober.

Xu Sixing caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye and almost burst out laughing.

Does the ritual fan change its wording when it's in a bad mood?

"My lords, I have been negligent."

The beaded curtain rustled.

The courtesan stepped out from inside the room.

She removed her veil, revealing a pretty face that could express both joy and anger. While not exactly a beauty capable of captivating a nation, the gentle charm of a woman from Jiangnan was undeniably alluring.

"All three of you are talented gentlemen. I have prepared pre-rain Longjing tea and seasonal fruits. Please take a seat."

With such a beauty before him, Situ Mu couldn't afford to lose his temper. He adopted a cold demeanor, taking the lead, and spoke with an air of authority.

Xu Sixing and Zhu Ming did not contend, and casually found a seat.

Fang Yi sat down.

Situ Mu felt a chill run down his spine.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhu Ming, who had been smiling and silent the whole time.

One glance, and my soul was transported to another world.

Deep within the red-robed Taoist's pupils, a flash of golden-red flame seemed to appear.

The flames... were unlike the Samadhi True Fire or Earth Fire of a cultivator.

Too upright.

Upright and honorable, supremely strong and masculine.

In the dim light, behind the flames, a purple-gold official seal hovered in the air, three feet above...

The power of incense?!

Zhu Ming noticed something.

He turned his head and met Situ Mu's surprised and uncertain gaze, then smiled kindly.

"Young Master Situ, why are you staring at me?"

"Do you perhaps find my attire too tacky?"

"No...it's nothing..."

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Situ Mu hurriedly looked away, his hand trembling slightly as he held the teacup.

Shinto?

A true god?!

How could that be?

This place is on the edge of the Immortal Deer Plain, a realm dominated by sects and families, where the laws of the Great Liao Dynasty have yet to extend. How could there be any wild righteous gods here?!

As a prince of the Liao Dynasty, he was far too sensitive to this thing.

Within the territory of the Liao Dynasty, deities were required to have an "establishment".

Without imperial decree, those who enjoy incense offerings without authorization are considered to be engaging in "illicit worship," and the army will raze the temple and behead them as a warning to the public!

Mountain spirits and monsters proclaim themselves mountain gods and local deities; they are all covered in blood and reek of stench, and are demons, not gods.

The Taoist priest before me...

Its divine power is pure and righteous, without any trace of resentment or malevolence.

A high-ranking official, visiting brothels?!

Could it be some senior figure from the Liao Dynasty? Or was it sent by his father?

Situ Mu's mind was in a mess.

With his mid-Foundation Establishment cultivation and the destiny of the dynasty on his shoulders, he originally thought he could roam freely even in remote and impoverished areas.

At that moment, the old Taoist priest in red robes made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Xu Sixing watched the two exchanging glances, somewhat bewildered.

Look at Zhu Ming's fake smile, then look at Situ Mu who looks like he's eating flies.

I wondered what was wrong with me?

They didn't get along just now, but now they've hit it off?

"Come, gentlemen, let's drink."

The courtesan approached carrying a wine pot, its rich, mellow aroma breaking the eerie silence on the table.

Situ Mu forced a smile and accepted the wine glass.

His eyes kept glancing uncontrollably at Zhu Ming, his hand gripping the folding fan tightly.

This area...

It wasn't as boring as I had imagined.