A discarded disciple of the Chan Sect? I'll seize the destiny and prove myself to be a Primordi

With his back to the palace gate, Emperor Xin, accompanied by Empress Jiang, Consort Huang, Consort Yang, and his two sons Yin Hong and Yin Jiao, respectfully kowtowed before the statue of Nuwa.

Incense smoke wafted through the air, bells and chimes rang softly, and the atmosphere in the hall was solemn.

Suddenly, Di Xin's back stiffened.

Already a formidable figure of his time, his perception of the surrounding energy far surpassed that of ordinary people, and now there was another person in the hall.

He turned around abruptly, shielding Empress Jiang and her two sons behind him, his gaze sharp as lightning, fixed on the palace gate.

"Who are you! How dare you trespass into the Emperor's palace!"

The sound was like a booming bell, causing the curtains in the hall to sway slightly.

The imperial palace is protected by the emperor's aura, making it difficult for ordinary cultivators to enter. Therefore, whenever he performs a sacrifice, he dismisses his guards and only brings his concubines and children as a sign of respect.

At that moment, footsteps sounded outside the hall, and a fiery red figure rushed into the hall like a whirlwind.

The five-colored divine ox pounded the ground with its four hooves, causing the golden bricks to crack inch by inch. On the ox's back stood a man eight feet tall, with a leopard's head and round eyes, a face like a red date, and a golden chisel and a pestle in his hand that gleamed coldly.

It was none other than King Wucheng, Huang Feihu.

Since Emperor Xin's encounter with danger at the Nuwa Palace, Huang Feihu has been guarding the palace day and night, rarely even returning to the Wucheng Prince's Mansion. Just now, while he was on duty outside the hall, he suddenly heard Emperor Xin's shouts. He immediately urged the Five-Colored Divine Ox and led a team of armored warriors into the hall.

"Hey! What kind of heretical Taoist priest dares to trespass into the imperial palace!"

Huang Feihu shouted loudly, pointed his golden chisel and a reed pestle, and the warriors behind him scattered, completely surrounding the Taoist priest at the palace gate.

Two streams of white vapor spewed from the nostrils of the Five-Colored Divine Ox, its four hooves pawing the ground, poised to pounce. Huang Feihu's blood and qi surged and roared around him like a blazing furnace, and even those in the hall could feel the intense heat emanating from it.

The Taoist priest stood surrounded, his expression unchanged.

His gaze swept over Huang Feihu, and he nodded slightly in his heart, thinking that Huang Feihu was indeed a fierce general.

Although Huang Feihu had not cultivated, his qi and blood were so condensed that they were almost tangible, surpassing even that of ordinary mortal immortals.

For an ordinary warrior to cultivate to this level, it is already the pinnacle. Emperor Xin kept him by his side to guard against any potential harm.

"I am Guang Chengzi, a cultivator from Taoyuan Cave on Mount Jiuxian."

"Guang Chengzi" smiled slightly, his voice calm. This person was actually Guang Chengzi, whom Yun Zhongzi had transformed into using a transformation technique, after covering his body with Guang Chengzi he had collected in the past.

Di Xin's pupils contracted.

Guang Chengzi!?

Guangchengzi, the teacher of the Yellow Emperor and the head of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect.

He looked closely. The fish-tail crown, the purple robe with the Eight Trigrams, the face like a full moon, and the three long strands of beard—he was indeed exactly the same as the Guang Chengzi described in the classics.

More importantly, this person stood in the Emperor's palace, yet showed no signs of being negatively affected by the Emperor's fortune.

When a cultivator enters the Emperor's Palace, it's like a raging fire entering an icy pool—they will inevitably suffer a backlash from their destiny. Those with low cultivation will be instantly reduced to ashes, while even those with high cultivation will find themselves trapped in the mire, unable to move an inch.

This person can stand safely in the hall, either because his cultivation has reached the Quasi-Saint level, or because he is protected by the fortune of the Human Emperor.

Either way, it shows that this person is no ordinary individual.

Di Xin took a deep breath, suppressing his surprise and doubt, straightened his black imperial robe, clasped his hands together, and performed a solemn imperial salute to Yun Zhongzi.

"So you are the Yellow Emperor's tutor and the immortal master Guangchengzi. My apologies for my disrespect."

Empress Jiang, Consort Huang, Consort Yang, and their two sons, Yin Hong and Yin Jiao, also quickly followed suit and paid their respects.

Although Huang Feihu still held the golden chisel and pestle, he slightly restrained his hostility upon seeing Di Xin bow. However, his phoenix eyes remained fixed on Yun Zhongzi, and the five-colored divine ox did not retreat an inch.

Di Xin stood up, looked at Yun Zhongzi, his gaze complex.

He couldn't tell whether the "Guang Chengzi" in front of him was real or fake. After all, the Imperial Tutor had not appeared since the Battle of Zhuolu. Now that the other party was able to enter the palace safely without making any move to harm him, he must have come with some ulterior motive.

Since you have something to gain, you might as well listen to what I have to say.

"The immortal master has come from afar; there must be important matters to discuss."

Di Xin waved his hand, dismissing the warriors on either side. Only Huang Feihu remained in the hall, standing beside Di Xin, his blood and qi surging forth, ready to be unleashed.

Yun Zhongzi saw all of this and understood.

Emperor Xin kept Huang Feihu by his side to guard against him suddenly attacking him. He naturally understood this intention but did not point it out.

"I have come here for only one matter."

Yun Zhongzi spoke, his voice neither hurried nor slow:

"Your Majesty was plotted against at Nuwa Palace and nearly committed a grave offense of disrespect. The person behind this has not given up and is already setting up another scheme against Your Majesty."

Di Xin's expression darkened.

The incident at Nuwa Palace remains a thorn in his side. On that day, when that seven-colored energy entered his brow, he was instantly confused and even felt a blasphemous thought towards the statue of Nuwa.

If that golden light hadn't suddenly appeared and shattered the seven-colored aura, he would have already inscribed lewd poems on the pink wall of Nuwa Palace, committing a grave mistake.

Afterwards, he would worship the Goddess Nuwa on the first and fifteenth of each lunar month, partly to express his gratitude and partly to pray for her protection. Unexpectedly, those who had plotted against him were still unwilling to give up.

"Who exactly is behind the scheme the Immortal Master speaks of?"

Di Xin asked in a deep voice.

Yun Zhongzi did not give a direct answer.

"I have come here to help Your Majesty resolve this calamity."

He gently lifted the wooden sword in his hand.

The wooden sword floated up slowly, its blade unadorned, yet it exuded a dignified and righteous aura.

"This sword was forged by me from the heartwood of a thousand-year-old pine tree in the Peach Blossom Cave of Mount Jiuxian. Although the blade has no sharpness from metal, it has the power to ward off evil spirits and protect the home."

Yun Zhongzi looked at Di Xin, his tone solemn:

"This sword will be hung above the Palace Tower to protect His Majesty from the bewitching arts of sorcery. No matter who it is or what means they use to try to bewitch His Majesty with sorcery, this sword can cut them down."

The words fell.

The wooden sword trembled slightly, emitting a clear and melodious sword cry, like a phoenix singing in the heavens. It then transformed into a streak of green light, flew out of the offering hall, and headed towards the branch palace tower.

Di Xin and Huang Feihu exchanged a glance, then looked up at the direction where the wooden sword had disappeared.

When they turned back, the Taoist priest at the temple gate had vanished.

Di Xin remained silent for a long time.

"King Wu Cheng".

"Your subordinate is here."

"Follow me to the palace tower."

Fen Gong Lou.

Di Xin and Huang Feihu climbed to the top of the building and indeed saw a wooden sword hanging high on the beam.

The sword was unadorned, its tassel drooping silently, moving without wind. A faint yet awe-inspiring aura of righteousness emanated from the sword, enveloping the entire palace.

Di Xin stood beneath the sword, looking up at it for a long time.

"deliver an imperial order."

He said in a deep voice:

"From this day forward, the Fen Gong Tower shall be guarded day and night. No one shall approach the place where this sword is hung. All matters shall be decided upon after Grand Tutor Wen returns to court."

"This subordinate obeys the order!"

Huang Feihu knelt on one knee and loudly agreed.

Zhongnan Mountain, Yuzhu Cave.

Yun Zhongzi concealed his presence as he stepped into the void, the magical aura of "Guang Chengzi" fading from his body. He revealed his true appearance—a golden-white Taoist robe, with handsome features.

He raised his hand and set up a restriction, and layers of spiritual energy barriers spread out like ripples, completely isolating the Jade Pillar Cave from the outside world.

Everything that needed to be done has been done in the trip to Chaoge.

He entered the palace as Guang Chengzi to present the sword, partly to use Guang Chengzi's title of "Huangdi's Imperial Tutor" to make Di Xin dare not underestimate him;

Secondly, even if this matter is leaked in the future, the Chan Sect will only trace it back to "Guang Chengzi".

The magical power of Guang Chengzi infused into the immortal bean was genuine; even a sage could hardly find any problems with it.

As for what Guang Chengzi himself would think?

The Twelve Golden Immortals were never a united front. Now, Julusun and Cihang Daoren must already suspect that Manjushri and Yuding are up to no good in secret. Now, with Guangchengzi's "secretly entering Chaoge to present a sword," the waters will only get muddier.

Yun Zhongzi composed himself and gently flicked his sleeve.

A universe hidden within the sleeve, open.

Three figures and a bead rolled out of the sleeve and fell onto the cold stone floor of the cave.

The three demons, their faces bruised and swollen, their demonic power dissipating, surrounded the Spirit Pearl like stars around the moon, their faces full of fawning smiles.