Song Xing: I am cultivating immortals in Qingcheng Mountain

Chapter 452: Father and Son Confrontation, Premonition

"Apocalypse City is like a powder keg right now. It could explode at any moment. Be careful."

In the empty hall, Emperor Mingde sighed softly. Apocalypse was beyond his control. If this had happened twenty years ago, it would have been understandable, after all, he was just an unknown prince at that time. But now, he had become the ruler of an empire, but this situation still happened.

Xiao Se stood there, his eyes on his nose, his nose on his heart. There was not much he could do in the current situation.

"Those Wandering Mysterious Realm cultivators around the Second and Seventh Brothers all have their own plans. From what Xiao Yuanshan said, they seem to be planning to use the luck of the Beili Dynasty to do something. However, I am not sure whether this is true or not. You should also be careful with those Wandering Mysterious Realm cultivators around you. You must be on guard against others."

Xiao Se was slightly stunned, and then he understood something in his heart. With someone like Xiao Yuanshan who was half a step away from the realm of truth, it didn't seem to be difficult to know what those people were thinking.

"Who is that Xiao Yuanshan?"

Xiao Se was a little puzzled. Jun Yu had revealed Xiao Yuanshan's background before, but he felt that the other party's identity was by no means that simple.

Emperor Mingde lowered his eyes, his crown swayed slightly, and after a moment of silence, he spoke: "It is one of my ancestors of the Xiao family. Back then, he was obsessed with martial arts and had been practicing in the Sword Pavilion. Today, he has reached the half-step return to the true state."

Xiao Chuhe nodded, with a subtle fluctuation in his eyes.

Since this person has been hiding in Jiange all this time, he guessed that he must know the whole story of what happened that year. Perhaps he no longer needs to guess who hurt him.

"Cough cough~"

Emperor Mingde coughed twice, and suddenly said, "I remember there was a girl from Medicine King Valley coming with you, right?"

"His name is Hua Jin. He is a disciple of Medicine King Xin Baicao. His medical skills are indeed good."

Xiao Chuhe had no intention of hiding the truth from Hua Jin. For this little girl, her identity would be a good protective umbrella. After others knew her identity, they would hardly have any murderous intentions towards her.

"Since she is the disciple of the King of Medicine, I can trust her. Time is merciless! In the blink of an eye, I am almost fifty years old. Recently, I often can't sleep at night. Go back and tell her that I want her to come over and help me see what's going on."

Xiao Chuhe did not agree immediately. In addition to this identity, Hua Jin seemed to have a good relationship with Zhao Shouyi. Since his father knew Hua Jin's identity, he must have known about this relationship from other places.

In this case, if his father has other ideas, he will have to be on guard. After all, the person was handed over to him by Zhao Shouyi, and Hua Jin took care of him along the way and was kind to him. It is not his style to repay kindness with enmity.

"Father, Hua Jin has a close personal relationship with Zhao Shouyi. She also saved my life. It is fine to let her treat your body. But there is one thing I must say in advance. She cannot get into trouble in Tianqi, otherwise the people in the capital will not be able to bear the wrath of that Taoist priest."

When Emperor Mingde heard this, he narrowed his eyes and said nothing. But the next moment, a terrifying look appeared in his eyes.

"Beili can't bear it either."

Xiao Chuhe seemed unaware and continued to talk to himself: "Since the ancestor is here, I believe that the emperor has also known the situation in the East China Sea. Before Zhao Shouyi helped Mo Yi to revive, the two of them had an unprecedented war, and the war situation..."

Emperor Mingde unconsciously clenched his hands in his sleeves. He had heard Xiao Yuanshan mention Mo Yi. He was a disciple of Huanglong Temple and was an immortal of the time. His fighting power was extremely exaggerated. It was no exaggeration to say that he could defeat an entire country alone. Even Li Changsheng had not reached this level back then. "Zhao Shouyi is slightly better."

Talking about this, Xiao Chuhe felt mixed emotions. Although Bai Xiaotang's previous ranking of the world's combat power had certain flaws, as of now, the little Taoist priest from Qingcheng Mountain has the qualifications to compete for the title of number one in the world, the real number one in the world.

"The master of Hanshan Temple who entered Tianqi with me watched the two of them fight to break through the bottleneck of spiritual wandering and enter the half-step return to the true state. Afterwards, the master said that if he faced either of the two, he would not be able to block even a single move."

Emperor Mingde's pupils shrank. Among all the martial artists he had come into contact with, the highest realm was Half-Step Return to Truth. The methods of those who wandered in the mysterious realm were no different from those of immortals, not to mention the Half-Step Return to Truth and Return to Truth realms that came later.

He had heard that there was a gap between the Half-Step Divine Wandering and the Profound Divine Wandering realm. Although it was big, it was not unbridgeable, just like the Sword Saint of Nanchu in the past, who was still worn out by the iron cavalry of Beili.

However, he had never expected that there was such a huge gap between Half-Step Return to Truth and Return to Truth. As for the truthfulness of Xiao Chuhe's words, he did not doubt it. The other party had no reason to deceive him. Moreover, he could find Xiao Yuanshan to confirm such matters. Even if Xiao Chuhe wanted to hide it, he could not.

"I understand."

Emperor Mingde sighed softly and then waved his hand.

"You just returned to Tianqi today. You must be exhausted from the journey. Go back and rest first! I will hold a banquet in Hongde Palace tomorrow. You can bring those young people to the banquet. I want to thank them."

Xiao Chuhe said nothing more, clasped his fists, turned around and left.

Looking at Xiao Chuhe's gradually receding back, Emperor Mingde suddenly felt that he seemed to no longer understand his own son.

He is no longer as reckless as before, and is acting more sophisticated and steady, but that is unlike himself. He seems to still have good intentions in his heart. However, this does not seem to be enough to become a qualified emperor.

"Zhuoqing, how much of what Chu He said just now is true? How much is false?"

Suddenly, Emperor Mingde spoke, and Zhuoqing walked in from outside. As a person in the mysterious realm of wandering, he naturally heard the conversation just now. After all, there was only a wall between them.

He thought for a moment and replied, "When His Royal Highness Prince Yong'an said those words before, there was nothing unusual about him. Even his breathing did not change. According to this old servant's inference, everything His Royal Highness Prince Yong'an said is probably true."

Every sentence is true.

Emperor Mingde felt heavy in his heart. If what Xiao Chuhe said was true, then the little Taoist priest from Qingcheng Mountain really had such terrifying strength. Now he was far away from home and seemed to have no interest in court affairs. But if one day he really wanted to do something, who could stop him?
"I understand. Have all the people at the city gate dispersed?"

Zhuoqing nodded.

"Your Majesty, everyone has left."

"These people are becoming more and more dishonest. I have a feeling that unrest is coming."

(End of this chapter)