After the Skyfall

Chapter 549 Familiar Words
Prince Xin was stunned when he heard the fox girl's words.

Yes.

Without the status of a king, he didn't even have the qualifications to seek immortality, let alone invite Xinglou to host a banquet.

"Your Majesty, there has only been one way to achieve immortality since ancient times, and that is to become a god through incense."

At this time, a middle-aged Taoist priest with disheveled hair stroked his beard and said, "All ghosts and monsters in the world follow this path. Even if this fox girl has practiced for hundreds of years, her mortal body will eventually turn into dust. Only by building a temple and enjoying incense offerings can she live forever."

"The Taoist priest said so?" Prince Xin came back to his senses and was a little surprised: "Can't practicing Taoism also achieve immortality?"

The Taoist laughed and said, "We practitioners travel around the world, helping others and doing good deeds. Why? It's called accumulating merits, but in fact it's to gather thousands of families' incense. Only when you do more merits can you have magic power in your body. People adopt earth energy to practice some skills, and they can live for 100 to 200 years, but they can't live forever. I saw my master pass away in the Taoist temple with my own eyes. He lived to be 271 years old."

Prince Xin shook his head and said, "I am not willing to give up my body to become a clay statue or a wooden sculpture. Besides, if I am worshipped today and not tomorrow, if I become weak one day, my soul will be scattered as well, right?"

"Your Highness is of noble status, so it would be easier for him to become a god through worship. Moreover, your Highness lives and dies together with the country. Even if a powerful ruler were to destroy mountains and temples, he would not be able to defeat your Highness." said the Taoist.

Prince Xin laughed at himself and said, "A new emperor appoints new ministers. A hundred years from now, who in the court will still recognize me as Prince Xin? Aren't there many temples of kings, dukes, generals and ministers that have been banned by the court? Some temples were even demolished in less than fifty years, because there are only so many incense offerings in the world, and there are always people waiting behind."

"To put it bluntly, I am lucky to be able to remain a god for sixty years after my death."

Everyone was silent.

This is not true.

Although becoming a deity through incense and offerings can make you immortal, the question is, who can worship you for thousands of years? Even the imperial court changes, let alone the gods in the temple.

For example, the City God in Xinzhou City.

The City God a hundred years ago was not him. By the same token, who will be the City God a hundred years from now?

Seeing everyone silent.

Prince Xin stood up with his wine glass in hand. He looked out the window. The night view was just right today, with the sky full of stars and the moon hanging high in the sky, bright and clear.

But he was in a depressed mood, so he could only sigh and chant loudly: "How much sorrow can you have? It is like a river of spring water flowing eastward."

"What a good poem! Just this one sentence is enough to be passed down through the ages. Prince Xin has such literary talent that he can write books and biographies and live forever. Why should he compete with the court for incense and worship?" Suddenly, a scholar's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands in praise.

Prince Xin shook his head and smiled, and was about to say something.

But at this moment, an abrupt voice suddenly appeared. This voice was like thunder, with unfathomable power. Just the sound was enough to shake the mind.

"Who taught you this word?"

next moment.

But then they saw a red cloud rising, and a Taoist priest about the same age as Prince Xin was standing on the cloud. His eyes were shining brightly, and the aura of dragon and tiger was surrounding him, with an extremely terrifying aura.

Stared at by this gaze, Prince Xin's hair stood on end and his face was filled with fear. He immediately took several steps back. If it were not for the support of his followers, he would have almost fallen to the ground.

Suddenly something strange happened and all the guests stood up.

"There is an assassin." A servant in the palace exclaimed.

Hearing this call, all the spirit birds in the hall flew around, foxes and beasts ran away, and then the soldiers outside the Xing Tower came out and quickly rushed upstairs.

immediately.

The knight with the sword on his back suddenly jumped out and took the lead to protect King Xin, his face full of vigilance and solemnity. Although he wanted to draw his sword, an instinct told him that the Taoist in front of him who was stepping on auspicious clouds was more terrifying than a tiger. If he was not careful, he would die without a burial place.

For some reason, a trace of cold sweat was already dripping from my forehead.

"My sword-holding hand is shaking." The ranger looked at his uncontrollable hand, feeling shocked and frightened.

The body was so scared that it lost control.

This was unprecedented. Even when facing the most ferocious monsters, he could still remain calm and draw his sword to fight. But today, he acted contrary to his usual behavior.
In fact, it's not just this ranger, everyone feels this way.

This gap in life levels cannot be explained in a few words. If Li Yi transforms a few more times and just stands there, everyone will have to crawl on the ground when his aura leaks out, and they won't even have the strength to stand up. It's like when a tiger comes down the mountain, and all the passing dogs will run away with their tails between their legs when they smell the scent.

But it was precisely because of this dangerous aura that the capable guests immediately wanted to take action.

"Wait, wait, he's not an assassin, he's a master who has attained enlightenment." When the white ape saw Li Yi, he was startled at first, and then shouted loudly.

The white ape did not want the two sides to fight. It knew the ability of this master. If chaos really broke out, it was unknown how many people would die.

Everyone's expressions changed slightly when they heard this, but they remained vigilant.

Li Yi, however, stepped on the red auspicious cloud and walked in from mid-air step by step. His eyes were still fixed on the so-called King Xin, and he said again: "That poem could not have been written by you. Who are you?"

Although he had not received much education and had limited cultural knowledge, when his parents were around when he was a child, they would help him memorize texts and do homework.

The line that Prince Xin just recited: How much sorrow can one have? It is like a river of spring water flowing eastward. It is not a poem from this world at all, but a poem from the ancient earth.

There are only two possibilities for the appearance of this poem.

Either a cross-border person had come to this world and left some traces. Or, this King Xin was a cross-border person.

However, Li Yi felt that the latter possibility was very small, because although King Xin was afraid of the dragon's aura, there was no sign of evolution in his body. If he was a cross-border person, he would have started practicing a long time ago, and his strength must be very strong. How could he still be an ordinary person?

"Who are you? It seems that I did not invite the Taoist priest to a banquet at Xinglou this time."

Prince Xin calmed himself down at this moment. The dragon energy in his body was roaring and protecting his mind, so that he would not be unable to stand steadily in front of Li Yi.

Li Yi still stepped on the auspicious cloud and walked forward step by step: "I am Taiyi, a Taoist practitioner. I don't want to embarrass you today. You just need to tell me who wrote this poem."

At this time, another Taoist priest with disheveled hair opened his eyes wide and said in shock, "You are the evil Taoist Taiyi who destroyed the prefectural government office during the day? How dare you stay in Xinzhou City? You are really lawless. Don't you know that the court has issued an order from the underworld to send gods from all directions to capture you?"

Is the demon path too easy?

When everyone heard this, their eyes moved slightly.

They did know about a major event that happened today. They heard that a Taoist broke into the prefectural government office and almost killed the prefect Chen Nian.

They had discussed before which Taoist had the courage to go against the imperial court. They had never expected that Taoist would show up in the palace tonight.
They looked at the dragon and tiger on Li Yi's body and were confused.

The rumors are true.

Taoist Taiyi indeed possesses the aura of a dragon and a tiger, and has the bearing of an emperor. Compared with him, the aura of a dragon on Prince Xin's body is nothing but a dwarf meeting a giant. As soon as he showed up, he was suppressed by the aura of a dragon and a tiger, and was unable to do anything evil.

"Demon?" Li Yi glanced at him and said, "You are also a cultivator. Are you blind and can't you tell whether you are a demon or not? I don't have time to care about you now. Get out of the way, or I will chop off your head and make you speechless again."

"Insanity."

The middle-aged Taoist priest with disheveled hair was furious: "You are a demon Taoist priest, I don't know where you stole the dragon and tiger energy, and you dare to commit violence in the palace. Are you planning to rebel? I met you tonight, and I should exterminate the demon and eliminate the evil spirit, so as to avoid endless troubles and harm to the people."

After saying that, he took a deep breath, then opened his mouth and exhaled, and a cold light suddenly appeared.

The cold light turned into a tiny flying sword and flew straight towards Li Yi's neck.

It seemed that just one touch would be enough to chop off its head.

"It's actually a flying sword." Everyone was shocked when they saw this.

I didn't expect that this Taoist with disheveled hair actually had such magical skills. Although I had heard of the legend of flying swords before, I had never seen one. Today was the first time I saw one.

It is rumored that a flying sword can kill people from thousands of miles away, but I don’t know if it is true or not.

"This thing is also called a flying sword?"

Li Yi's eyes moved slightly, and he indeed caught the trace of the flying sword. In the eyes of others, this cold light was extremely swift, but in his eyes it was not enough. Then he stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the power of dragon and tiger was released in every move.

Rumble!
The air seemed to explode and rolled like thunder.

The cold light fell into his hand and disappeared in an instant, never to be seen again.

Wow!
next moment.

The Taoist spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale, and he stumbled to the ground. He pointed at Li Yi in horror and said, "You, you actually destroyed my flying sword?"

The others' eyelids also twitched when they saw this scene.

I thought seeing the flying sword was outrageous enough, but I didn't expect that the even more outrageous thing was that the flying sword was actually destroyed by someone with bare hands.

Is that hand really made of flesh and blood?

"It's just a wisp of golden energy, and it's not pure yet. How can it be called a flying sword? Since you like flying swords so much, I'll give you one." Li Yi said, and spit out something while opening his mouth.

Suddenly, a bright golden light flew out.

The golden light was dazzling. Just by appearing and spreading, everyone felt as if their bodies were torn apart and was in extreme pain.

But before everyone could react.

The golden light flashed and disappeared.

next moment.

The middle-aged Taoist's head seemed to be out of restraint at this moment, and it rolled down from his neck. Blood splattered more than three feet high, dyeing the surroundings red.

As the headless body fell.

Not only did this Taoist die physically, but his soul also scattered.

This is the golden energy transformed from the lungs. Once it is exhaled, not to mention the Taoists in this world, even a true immortal cultivator, a Jindan cultivator may not be able to resist it. It's just that their realm is too low and their strength is too weak to see the tricks involved.

All they knew was that when the golden light flashed, heads fell to the ground before their eyes.

(End of this chapter)