Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

The Great Qian Dynasty.

For Chen Huangpi, these four words are not just empty words.

There were people and things there that he cared about.

Although he had almost no memory of the Great Qian Dynasty.

I only remember spending a long time there when I was still an egg.

Before leaving, the master had a conversation with Emperor Chen.

Emperor Chen said he was a good-for-nothing.

Because he had wasted countless resources of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, countless rare treasures failed to be born.

It was a stillborn baby.

This is something Chen Huangpi only learned when he was eight years old.

He was initially very angry, aggrieved, and sad.

My uncle is my master's older brother.

Yet, he loathed himself so much.

Later, as I grew up, I experienced more things.

Chen Huangpi took it all in stride, laughing and cursing.

You can't blame your uncle, after all, he couldn't even come up with the resources to establish his own Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, so he had no choice but to go to war with the Immortal Realm.

And in the end...

This has indeed happened to me.

As for that time when he was in the Dakang Imperial Palace, behind that bronze door, he was almost taken into the Daqian Immortal Dynasty by the Ascension Order, and as a result, Emperor Chen used the Tai Sui Killing Sword to cut him down.

Master also said that.

Uncle Chen Huang wouldn't hurt me; he just didn't want me to go to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty so soon.

But now, when Du Shenwei used Emperor Chen's severed finger to find a way to enter the vanished Tang Valley and find a solution, he was touched by the severed finger and then said the words "go to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty".

Chen Huangpi felt a myriad of emotions stirring within him.

He felt as if every pore on his body had exploded.

What will the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty be like?

I heard they're still fighting a great war with the immortals. Is there something wrong with the seal?
There is still spiritual energy there, and one can cultivate there.

Is it a place without evil spirits?

Also, what exactly happened to my uncle?

Why did I feel that he seemed to be in a very bad state that time, like a dead body?

"I want to go to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty."

Chen Huangpi clutched his pounding heart and said firmly, "Master and Uncle said that if he can't go back, they will send his disciple back to check on him."

This was an agreement between Master and the Chen brothers.

And he himself had also made a promise with Yi Qingzhou.

The senior disciples of Jingxian Temple all come from the Great Qian Dynasty.

Including the years between the changes in the world, it has been more than 18,000 years, or even longer, since they last went home to visit.

They are dead.

But I am still alive.

At this moment, the brass oil lamp couldn't help but say, "Chen Huangpi, you just emerged from the Six Yin Gods realm, and this severed finger sends you to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty. Don't you think this is too much of a coincidence?"

"Furthermore, even Emperor Chen's own sons have become traitors."

As the saying goes, "If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too; like father, like son."

"Emperor Chen must be a bastard too!"

The brass oil lamp maliciously speculated, "This severed finger was definitely thrown here on purpose, hoping to trap you. Once you go to the Great Qian Dynasty, you might be arrested immediately and sent to be a mine slave, or imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison, where you'll never be able to rise again!"

"If we go any further, we'll just kill you!"

"Don't forget, he has the Dongzhen!"

In the past, the brass oil lamp would naturally have loved to stir up the fire, and would have been eager for Chen Huangpi to run to the Great Qian Dynasty.

But it's different now.

After its memories were restored, it became a true immortal. It's hard to say how powerful an immortal is.

Because it was already close to the Tao when it had consciousness.

The existence at this level is truly outrageously powerful.

"Huang Er, you have to believe me."

"Fellow clansman, I have always trusted you, but I cannot trust Emperor Chen!"

The brass oil lamp was telling the truth.

Apart from the abbot, Agui, and the fox mountain god, everyone else, even Wang Mingdao and his son, and Du Rugui, and the brass oil lamp, all just thought the people were nice.

It needs to genuinely trust these outsiders.

That doesn't exist.

It can only be said that while it believes what others say, it also suspects whether the other party is up to something.

"Just go back and ask the abbot."

At this moment, the voice of the Death-Taking Ghost echoed eerily: "Besides, this severed finger tells us to go to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty. How do we get to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty? Tang Valley is gone, and that road is impassable."

"Should we start with that bronze door?"

At this moment, Chen Huangpi and the others were unaware of this.

The bronze door had actually been destroyed by Emperor Chen's sword.

The two remaining Taoists of the Jietian Sect hid inside the Three Talents Formation, pretending not to dare to reveal the truth.

The vengeful spirit reminded him, "And what should we do with this severed finger?"

These words may seem numerous, but true communication takes only a few breaths.

Chen Huangpi raised his head.

He stared at the severed finger that Du Shenwei was about to take away and took a step forward.

“This is my uncle’s finger.”

Chen Huangpi pleaded, "Could you give it to me? I want to take it back and show it to my master."

This severed finger is suspected to be a foreshadowing left behind by Emperor Chen in the mortal world.

They were just waiting for me to come over.

And Master...

Master cannot leave the Ten Thousand Mountains.

I can only create a small account of a heretic outside, and it seems that my master has no intention of returning to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

Perhaps this is the only chance for the two brothers to meet.

However, Du Shenwei heard these words and felt differently.

He looked at his younger brother, Du Rugui.

"He is indeed a great braggart, and he's even more shameless than you described."

"Elder brother, this..."

Du Rugui was at a loss and said helplessly to Chen Huangpi, "This severed finger belongs to an immortal. You said it was your uncle's finger, but... you never mentioned that you had an immortal uncle before..."

The meaning is already obvious.

You, Chen Huangpi, could it be that after you arrived at the Du family and saw this immortal's severed finger, you got the idea and then made up a ridiculous reason to ask for it back?

Du Rugui pulled Chen Huangpi aside, with his back to his brother, and whispered, "If you wanted it, you should have told me privately from the beginning. Wouldn't it have been better if we had made up a plausible reason together?"

Chen Huangpi said, "I didn't make up any reasons; everything I said is true."

"Before that..."

“I hadn’t seen it before, and I thought it was one of my senior brothers’ severed fingers.”

But that being said.

Du Rugui was still somewhat skeptical.

Or rather, it would be a miracle if he believed in ghosts.

The severed finger was originally on the moon. Du Rugui calculated that the owner of the severed finger had long since died, and died in a war.

His destiny is exceptionally noble.

Of course, that's all he can calculate.

Or, to put it another way, consider Emperor Chen, who was almost a follower of the Dao.

What he calculated was only what he was allowed to calculate.

After obtaining the severed finger, the Du family not only refined the fine hairs on the finger into treasures, but also absorbed the immortal energy within it, becoming even more powerful.

This severed finger possesses a spirit, which aligns even more with the doctrines of the worship of the spirit god.

It can be said that this item is only slightly less important to the Du family than the flying boat that countless generations of people have painstakingly built.

This thing would be an extremely valuable treasure even in any family.

From the Du family's perspective.

It's impossible for Du Rugui to give the severed finger to Chen Huangpi.

But from his perspective.

Chen Huangpi treated him with utmost kindness and loyalty, a true friend even unto death.

"Alright, alright, you just wait."

Du Rugui sighed and turned to Du Shenwei, saying, "Brother, I have never asked you for anything in my life. When I was young, you were always the one begging me not to cause trouble."

At this point, he had already walked up to Du Shenwei.

The head of another branch of the Du family, who was spotless, said coldly, "The severed finger of the immortal was obtained by the Du family by chance. Without this severed finger of the immortal, how could I communicate with the sun?"

"There's no point in communicating with the sun!"

Du Rugui said, "If you want to communicate, why have you hesitated for so many years? Isn't it because you know that thing is no good?"

"That's my business."

Du Shenwei felt that he had already helped Chen Huangpi this time, and had almost repaid the favor.

Perhaps we still owe someone something.

But it wouldn't be to the point of giving away even the immortal's severed finger.

"Didn't he want to be buried in the proper burial method?"

Du Shenwei frowned and said, "Give him this method. In addition, I also promised him that I can pray for him again in the future, just like today, three or five times."

"What if I insist on having it?"

Du Rugui stared straight at his elder brother.

The two brothers' expressions turned cold.

The atmosphere was tense, as if a major battle could erupt at any moment.

Chen Huangpi was at a loss for what to do as he watched this scene unfold.

He wanted to take the severed finger with him.

But I really don't want things to get too tense.

"Actually, I could have exchanged something else for this severed finger..."

"no need."

Du Rugui waved his hand and said without turning his head, "Chen Huangpi, as you know, I don't actually have much ability, and the Du family doesn't have the same unparalleled accumulation as those aristocratic families."

“My Du family is penniless, we have nothing but the flying boat and this severed finger.”

"I have nothing else to give you in return, but if you want this severed finger, then I will definitely let you take it!"

At this point, Du Rugui's expression changed.

He went from having the calm and composed demeanor of an old man to being somewhat arrogant and manic, like an unreasonable and reckless madman!
Du Shenwei said coldly, "Take back what you said. You can't beat me."

"Heh, elder brother, some things shouldn't be said too slowly."

Du Rugui smiled arrogantly, then lowered his head and reached out to snatch the severed finger from the Myriad Spirits Nine-Directional Furnace.

"ridiculous."

Du Shenwei coldly pointed out a finger.

Available in the next second.

Du Rugui's Adam's apple bobbed, and he spat a mouthful of saliva directly onto the surface.

"you……"

Du Shenwei seemed to have been electrocuted; all the white hairs on his head stood up, and he immediately took several steps back.

It's not good to be unaware of it.

Du Rugui had already grabbed the immortal's severed finger.

"Bah, bah, bah!"

He spat four times, handed the severed finger to Du Shenwei, and grinned maliciously, "Brother, since I went to the human world until I came back this time, I haven't brushed my teeth even once."

"Oh, right, I died once before, but I was planted in the ground and came back to life."

"Maybe my body is full of maggots."

"Didn't you use some kind of 'heavenly eye' before and discover that people's bodies are covered in tiny worms? How many tiny worms do you think are on this immortal's severed finger now?"

Du Rugui walked towards Du Shenwei, holding the severed finger.

The latter's face darkened, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "You bastard, stop right there!"

Du Rugui sneered, "Brother, you've already called me a scoundrel. If I obediently listen to you, wouldn't your insults have been for nothing? Brother, do you still want the immortal's severed finger?"

As he spoke, he picked his nose and then smeared the smear on the immortal's severed finger.

"If you don't want it, I'll give it to Chen Huangpi."

"Get out! Get out!"

Du Shenwei turned around with a dark face and suddenly flicked his sleeve.

I was furious.

He knew his own brother, who shared the same mother, all too well.

He was arrogant and domineering from a young age, the complete opposite of himself.

As time went by and he grew older, my younger brother finally became much more mature and acted like an elder in every way.

But to do something like this this time, they've really gone all out and lost all sense of shame.

He is, after all, his own younger brother.

Having gone this far, what else can I say?
Let him be.

If all else fails, then we can just ignore communication and let the sun be.

As for immortal energy, the Du family has not had any more children yet. They will wait until the upheaval in the world ends before considering it. If they cannot survive that, they will think of other ways.

"Brother, are you sure you agree?"

The old man, Du Rugui, tilted his head and wiped the immortal's severed finger with his clothes, saying in an incredibly human-like manner, "As the head of the Du family, you wouldn't do anything to go back on your word, would you?"

"How about we draw up a written agreement?"

"I'll say it one last time: get out, get as far away as you can. I don't want to see you for the next hundred years."

"Haha, I'm relieved to hear that."

Du Rugui laughed wildly and stomped his foot.

The teleportation array on the deck of the airship immediately lit up.

It disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After he leaves.

Du Shenwei sighed, did some calculations with his fingers, and said, "Good fortune may be a harbinger of misfortune, and misfortune may be a harbinger of good fortune. I always feel that the doctrines of the Worshiping Spirit Heaven are not as interesting as this art of divination."

"If we could include all the unknowns, wouldn't that conform to the principle of the Fifty Heavenly Numbers and the Great Evolution of One?"

He felt that if he could achieve that level of achievement...

The fact that Chen Huangpi suddenly asked for the immortal's severed finger must have been predictable.

This is something that the doctrine of the worship of the spirits cannot achieve.

Thinking of this, Du Shenwei reached out and conjured up burlap and a basin of water.

While wiping the places where the others had walked and stood, he looked bewildered and muttered his mathematical arts as if he were insane.

……

Inside the Du family's main ship.

In Du Rugui's study.

"You must not tell anyone what I said or did earlier."

Du Rugui solemnly handed the cleaned immortal's severed finger to Chen Huangpi.

"I still have some pride."

"Don't blame your elder brother for his attitude. He's always been like that; he's not easy to talk to."

Chen Huangpi took the severed finger and put it into the Soul-Hooking Book.

He wouldn't get angry.

I just feel that the two Du brothers are really, well... I don't know how to evaluate them.

"One spit and Da Du is done."

"Odd numbers can keep the two Dus up all night!"

The brass oil lamp exclaimed, "Old Du, you two brothers are really weirdos. Not to mention, your older brother looks stronger than you, probably equivalent to a Void Returning cultivator, but he actually has this kind of weakness."

"If someone were to fight him, he could simply use his urine to draw a line on the ground and imprison himself. Wouldn't that put him in a very awkward position?"

"Hahaha, that's natural."

Du Rugui smugly cleared his throat and was about to recount the old story when he seemed to remember something, coughed a few times, and changed his words, saying, "This matter cannot be told to outsiders. In short, let's leave it at that."

After saying that, he bowed to Chen Huangpi again.

"Old Du, what are you doing?"

"Just apologize."

Du Rugui sincerely said, "Although I don't know your background in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, I think that based on the divination results from the first time, you are definitely not an ordinary person."

"Along the way, I have offended you in many ways with my words. Although I don't know if what you said is true or false, now that I think about it carefully, there is some truth to it."

At this point, Du Rugui paused and said, "You've always been easygoing, but I can't just let this go like this."

He bowed and greeted others for his own sake.

This is both an apology for the previous, blunt mockery of Chen Huangpi.

This was also a way to express gratitude to Chen Huangpi for giving away the immortal's severed finger, and to repay the favor.

"Tsk, Old Du, you're quite a man of principle."

The brass oil lamp circled Du Rugui once, then reached out and patted his shoulder, saying, "Just because of what you did and said today, if you ever fall into trouble, just shout in your heart, 'Master, save me!'"

"This time I'm not trying to trap you, kid. You'll really come in handy when it matters."

Du Rugui was stunned, and frowned, saying, "So, all that trickery you had been giving me was to have me pray to the abbot, all to set me up?"

"Jie Jie Jie."

The brass oil lamp chuckled and said, "It's okay to be wary of others, but you can't be without the intention to harm them. The past is the past, and the present is the present. In short, just remember what I said today."

This time, it didn't call itself "this lamp."

Du Rugui shook his head helplessly and said, "Alright, I'll remember this."

"Chen Huangpi, what about you? Are you going to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty next?"

"I want to go back to Dakang and find my master first."

"Alright then, I wish you a safe journey and all the best."

"understood."

"What do you mean by 'I understand'?"

Du Rugui chuckled and said, "Don't you have anything to say to this old friend who has been through thick and thin with me before we part?"

Hear this.

Chen Huangpi grinned and said, "No, but I have a gift for your Du family."

"what gift?"

"Wait a moment, you'll know soon enough."

Chen Huangpi walked to the window of the study and looked out at the dilapidated little world outside.

This is the dantian world of the Du family patriarch, the disciple who worshipped the spirit heaven.

To be able to open up a dantian world, one must at least be an immortal.

It is likely that he must have painstakingly dug out his own dantian world before his death, leaving a sanctuary for the descendants of the Du family.

Later, the Du family used this dantian world to build a flying boat.

But time has passed, and the will of the Du family patriarch has long been extinguished, leaving only a glimmer of light that could dissipate at any moment.

This dantian world gradually collapsed and shrank.

The Du family is nice.

At least Chen Huangpi thinks it's good.

Whether it was the first Du family member whom I met only once, or the second Du family member whom I had known for a long time and who had experienced the Gan Yuan incident.

And then there's this strangely constructed flying boat.

As time passes little by little.

Chen Huangpi said softly, "It's dark now, it's nighttime."

"and then?"

Du Rugui was very puzzled, as it was still daytime in his dantian world.

When Chen Huangpi said it was getting dark, he was actually referring to the entire Xuanzhen Daoist realm.

Suddenly...

A gust of wind blew by.

Chen Huangpi suddenly turned around and looked at Du Rugui.

In his eyes, a bright, clear moon seemed to rise.

His appearance became cold and strange.

His tattered Taoist robe instantly transformed into a long robe as dark as night.

The golden-black vertical lines between the eyebrows appeared.

His jet-black hair danced in the air behind him.

Night falls and the bright moon hangs high.

Chen Huangpi manifested in the world once again in the form of the Six Yin Gods.

Du Rugui was startled. He realized something and his eyes widened in disbelief.

He hesitated.

Chen Huangpi chuckled and said, "There are some things I can't do during the day, but at night, in this unclaimed little world, my word still counts!"

"The will of Heaven is my will, and my will is the will of Heaven!"

A terrifying aura emanated from him at that moment.

The golden-black vertical lines between his brows seemed to be about to open.

Boom! ! ! !

In this small world, dark clouds gathered and thunder roared.

At this moment, all the thousands of members of the Du family rushed out of their residences and from the various hubs of the airship that were under maintenance, staring in disbelief at the strange phenomenon in the sky.

Why is there a "small" in "small world"?
This is precisely because it is not the true heaven and earth.

There is no such thing as the sun and moon moving, nor is there such thing as wind and rain, thunder and lightning.

And now, this strange phenomenon is soaring into the sky.

The whole little world seemed to come alive.

But how is this possible?
"Look! The border has stopped collapsing."

"No, the dantian world is expanding!"

"Forty li, fifty li, eighty li..."

"My God, is it the Ancestor manifesting his power?"

Bolts of lightning struck down from the sky, reaching the edge of this dantian world and forcibly expanding it.

Or rather, it is returning to its former size.

Chen Huangpi's vital energy was constantly being depleted.

Kidney Temple, Liver Temple, Heart Temple.

The three temples trembled incessantly, spewing forth endless spiritual energy. Du Rugui was completely speechless at this moment.

He knew Chen Huangpi was very capable.

Moreover, after nightfall, Chen Huangpi, who possesses the Six Yin Gods, becomes even more powerful.

They can control life and death.

Even if it cannot affect time, this ability is something even immortals cannot achieve.

But Du Rugui could not have imagined it.

I never dreamed that Chen Huangpi could actually take the place of Heaven.

It directly and forcefully reversed the broken and collapsing state of the dantian world.

One expansion covers three hundred li!

Although it can't reach the size of this little world it once was.

But for the Du family, this was something they could only dream about.

Wow…

A torrential downpour began.

Where the raindrops fell, tender green grass and trees sprouted.

This world of the dantian was once again filled with vitality.

Instead of the previous seemingly vibrant scene, which was actually just a mirage and could not be concealed by any means, it was a lifeless and empty place.

This is the gift that Chen Huangpi gave to Du Rugui.

For the Du family...

This gift is far more important than the immortal's severed finger.

Du Rugui rushed into the rain, letting the rain soak him.

After this rain stops.

He turned around again.

But they discovered that the dried tangerine peel in the study had already disappeared.

"I really like the flying boat."

"As for your brother's mathematical techniques, tell him not to bother with them anymore. These unorthodox methods give me a headache. They're boring and tedious, and have no meaning at all."

"However, I hope to see you all again after the upheaval in the world ends."

"Furthermore, what I promised you still stands."

These words echoed in Du Rugui's ears.

He was at a loss.

"Chen Huangpi, who exactly are you?"

"And what did you promise me?"

Du Rugui looked around and called out loudly to Chen Huangpi.

However, there has been no further response.

After a long time.

Du Rugui felt a deep sense of loss. He knew that Chen Huangpi was truly gone and would not give him any further response.

suddenly……

He looked into the distance.

Du Shenwei, dressed in spotless white, walked over.

At this moment, Du Shenwei's expression was extremely complicated.

"Brother..."

"We're fortunate to have this, so let's accept it."

Du Shenwei said, "Before the changes in the world are over, none of the Du family members should leave the flying boat, so as not to cause him any trouble."

Du Rugui asked, bewildered, "Why?"

"Once you've studied the art of calculation to the level I have, you'll probably have a vague answer."

"But he said your method of calculation is unorthodox and heretical."

“Even unorthodox methods are still methods, and no one has said that I can’t continue to ponder them.”

Du Shenwei looked at him strangely, cupped his hands towards the sky, and thought to himself, "Chen Huangpi, what a good name. Hidden and unassuming, we'll meet again after the world changes."

He didn't realize that Chen Huangpi was Huang Tian.

To be precise, their identities haven't even been determined.

Such existence.

It was described in the ancient books left by the Du family's ancestors.

It is close to the Tao.

……

Dark as ink.

The crimson moon silently swept across the sky.

At midnight, there was restlessness in Anzhou City.

Clusters of divine fire illuminated the four directions.

Within the area illuminated by the divine fire, the entire interior of Anzhou City was bathed in daylight.

This is a city in Dakang.

It is located more than 1,400 li northeast of Xuzhou City.

Now, Anzhou is practically the Li family's private territory.

Large areas of buildings in the city were directly bulldozed and wiped away.

The millions of people were then kept in captivity and housed in eight enormous buildings that resembled pig latrines.

This kind of architecture is beyond the capabilities of ordinary people.

But the gods can.

The gods drained away endless human popularity, and mortals died every moment.

"Not enough, not enough!"

"There are too few Golden Core puppets!"

"We need more popularity! Let those ordinary people have another generation!"

"If the audience isn't big enough, then go out and arrest people!"

Several months have passed since the four great families of Song, Li, Meng, and Han began to create deities.

A lot has happened during this period.

The Liu family was directly divided into four parts, and together with the other seven prominent families, they were brought under the control of the four great clans.

Once a contract of servitude is signed, one's life and death are no longer in one's own hands.

But these resources alone are not enough.

A capable person in the Li family has calculated this.

If the Li family wants to gather enough yellow clay to create gods in a short time, they need to work day and night, repeatedly, mobilizing countless cultivators to dig and fill the channels left by the earth dragons that have turned over.

This was the first time they had experienced it so profoundly.

What does it mean to put people first?

What does it mean to regret not having enough skills when you need them?

Anyone with even a little talent can simply use their popularity to reach the Golden Core realm in half a day, and then directly refine them into a Nascent Soul puppet.

Those from noble families who are capable of becoming gods can become gods instantly.

How long until Anzhou completes its assigned share of yellow clay?

"At least ten days!"

"Ten days is too long! I'll give you three days at most!"

A city god with a square seal around his waist roared, "The Song family's side is almost settled, and the one in the capital is also getting restless. Now, apart from maintaining appearances on the surface, they've already broken off relations privately."

"Our ancestors gave a strict order: popularity cannot be wasted, but what use is popularity if we fail?"

"The earth is about to turn over!"

"There are unusual movements in many places. We need to hurry. The moment the earth turns upside down, we will know whether we succeed or fail!"

This scene wasn't unique to Anju.

The two capitals and thirty-four provinces of the Great Kang Dynasty, along with numerous cities below, were all bustling with activity.

The farther a city is from the capital, the more unscrupulous it becomes.

And the closer they got to the capital, the better.

It appeared all the more peaceful and serene.

Of course, that's relative.

The four great families have completely gone mad.

The ancestors of the Song family, the Li family, the Meng family, and the Han family were all gamblers at the gambling table, betting their entire fortunes and lives on it.

They want to dig through the earth to the core.

They dug directly through those passages to the Yellow Springs' Yin Earth.

Even though the earth could turn upside down at any moment, they are unwilling to stop.

In the capital city.

From top to bottom, a storm is brewing.

The ancestral bodies of the four great families are stationed in the capital.

They maintained a facade of harmony while also keeping a close watch on the movements of the Great Kang Emperor.

The spies planted around Emperor Da Kang were constantly reporting information to them.

The Song family mansion was brightly lit.

The Song family patriarch sat expressionlessly at the head of the ancestral hall, his dragon-headed cane long since replaced with a new one.

He crushed the original one yesterday.

"The statue in the imperial mausoleum is gone."

The Song family patriarch said coldly, "If it weren't for Chen Yi being His Majesty's confidant, and if His Majesty hadn't been urging him so urgently, I'm afraid I would still be kept in the dark."

"What a brilliant tactic of feigning one move while secretly advancing another!"

"Your Majesty has been exceptionally intelligent since childhood, keeping this old man in the dark for quite some time!"

Emperor Da Kang has been making many moves lately.

Not only did they grant Wang Taiyu military power, allowing him to act like a mad dog against all the powerful families in the capital, but they also directly refined the scions of those powerful families who had been imprisoned into Golden Core and Nascent Soul puppets.

Moreover, that imperial tomb is just a smokescreen.

It seems that most of the manpower is invested in it.

In reality, there is a passage inside the imperial mausoleum that leads directly to the underground capital of the Great Kang Dynasty.

The underground passages have already been dug through.

The more the Song family patriarch thought about it, the more alarmed he became, and the more uneasy he felt.

Ever since he learned the news yesterday, his mind has been constantly preoccupied with these tangled matters.

The statue of Emperor Da Kang disappeared without a trace.

In fact, the time when this emperor started creating gods again was almost the same as the time when the four great families started creating gods.

But His Majesty's move was ingenious.

They widened the gap significantly.

"Creating gods and immortals..."

The Song family patriarch's eyes gleamed, and he roared in the empty ancestral hall, "Can one really become an immortal? What is the purpose of creating gods? Why do I feel that I have entered the Heavenly Realm at this point?"

He was very scared and terrified.

What he feared was that his gamble, risking his life and fortune, would ultimately end in defeat against the Great Kang Emperor.

What terrified him was that he felt this creation of gods might not ultimately be for the purpose of becoming an immortal, as he had imagined.

The Song family patriarch had absolutely no idea what the Great Kang Emperor intended to do.

He felt it was all fake.

All of this is part of the grand scheme laid out by His Majesty.

Until the very last moment, he couldn't see clearly or understand.

but……

The Song family patriarch also felt that this might be His Majesty's deliberate act, misleading him. In reality, it was just as he had imagined: to create gods and immortals, to live as long as heaven and earth.

"puff……"

The Song family patriarch felt a sharp pain in his heart and spat out a mouthful of blood, only then did his expression ease considerably.

His eyes were bloodshot.

Like a mortal suffering from internal heat, it was covered in blood vessels, looking ferocious and savage.

"I can't afford to lose!"

The Song family patriarch crushed the dragon-headed cane again, and said madly, "We're all madmen who've gotten to the gambling table. So what if you're the dealer? I'll gamble with you to the very end!"

A similar scene is unfolding in the Li, Meng, and Han families.

Everyone has a burning fire inside them.

They're burning with anger and desperately need a downpour to calm them down.

however……

Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation in the palace.

Emperor Dakang, who was playing chess with Chen, decided to add fuel to the fire.

"Chen Yi, you have served me for many years, can I trust you?"

Emperor Da Kang placed a piece on the board, his expression indifferent.

He stared intently at Chen Yi in front of him, as if he could see right through people's hearts.

Chen Yi trembled and immediately stepped back and knelt down.

"Chen Yi is willing to die for Your Majesty."

"Go and kill Ugly Four."

The Emperor of Dakang roared, "My spy planted in the Li family has sent word that this Chou Si is a member of the Li family. I have treated him well, how dare he, how dare he betray me?"

"what?"

Chen Yi's expression changed drastically, and he said incredulously, "He has been with His Majesty for longer than I have, how could he be an undercover agent?"

"Shhh!!!"

Emperor Da Kang gestured for silence, then said nervously, "There are many spies in this palace. Don't make a sound. After you kill him, remember to make it look like an accident. And, the day after tomorrow..."

At this point, Emperor Da Kang hesitated for a moment.

Chen Yi feigned confusion and asked, "Your Majesty, what is the day after tomorrow?"

"Don't ask anymore."

Emperor Dakang shook his head and said, "In short, be prepared. I will need your help the day after tomorrow. Dakang has been in turmoil lately, and it's time for things to come to an end."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Upon receiving the order, Chen Yi immediately disappeared into the darkness, heading to kill Ugly Fourth.

Emperor Da Kang, however, remained expressionless, picking up a chess piece but hesitating.

He seemed equally anxious.

However, if someone could see his eyes at this moment, they would find that the Emperor of Dakang's gaze was cold and firm, without the slightest impure thought.

The intricate chessboard was reflected in his eyes.

The black and white pieces are locked in a fierce battle.

But he knew from the very beginning where his piece would land.

Only two Taoist priests remain in the Jietian Sect.

As for Xuan Yangzi and his ilk...

From the very beginning, Emperor Dakang was pushing them to hunt down Chen Huangpi.

He knew the power of dried tangerine peel.

They also knew those people were doomed to die.

Now, if he wants to harm that evil god with wide eyes, no one can stop him anymore.

The day after tomorrow, he will make this move.

As for why I told Chenyi.

"I was born too late; there are some things I cannot do alone."

Emperor Dakang silently thought to himself, "The aristocratic families have always been my best helpers."

Then he stood up and put the chess piece into his sleeve.

"Issue my decree to tell Wang Taiyu that the evidence against the four great families has been collected nearly enough, and the operation will begin tomorrow."

This is once again pushing the four great families into a desperate situation.

……

From Anzhou to the capital.

From ordinary people to prominent families.

From a prominent family to the Kangxi Emperor.

Everyone, from top to bottom, was being pushed around non-stop by this Emperor Dakang, who was willing to gamble with fate.

But in Huangni Lane, within the capital city.

Inside the deepest, old house.

Actually, this old house doesn't exist.

But to others, this house is a tangible thing, it has been there since the construction of Huangni Lane.

Old Huang, on the other hand, was a long-time resident of this muddy alley.

If a being close to the Dao were to break in at this moment...

Perhaps you can see that something is wrong here.

There is a hidden world somewhere.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

However, this world is not the dantian world.

It's a tomb for burying gods!
There is an altar in the Tomb of the Gods.

It was built to resemble a real altar.

But at this moment, the fake altar was enormous, with layer upon layer of it.

Looking at it, it truly resembles the real altar.

The eight directions of the altar each contain eight different things.

Earth Book, Stone Pagoda, Dragon Locking Well, Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp, Golden Top Heavenly Lamp, Nine Separation Bell, Cave Truth, Flying Immortal Map.

In addition to the altar, there are nine precious treasures.

But these are all products of making fakes into real ones.

The Nine-Bell Bell here is not the real one.

The real Nine-Bell Bell has been sent to the past to fight against those old thieves.

But that doesn’t mean there aren’t any genuine items here.

At least, the object placed at the center of the altar is real.

In the corner of the altar, there was a young Taoist priest with extremely pale skin.

This young Taoist priest was named Yi Qingzhou.

He didn't know when he woke up or when he regained his senses.

At this moment, Yi Qingzhou looked at the center of the altar with a complicated expression, where an old Taoist priest dressed in a black Taoist robe and exuding an extremely sinister aura sat cross-legged.

"Master, are you really going to do this?"

After a long time.

The old Taoist priest turned around and said indifferently, "You child, you haven't said a word since you woke up, and you suddenly opened your mouth at this moment. You're not someone to be trifled with."

Yi Qingzhou remained silent.

When the old Taoist priest turned around, he revealed something placed in front of him.

It was an egg.

Not too big, not too small, around three feet.

The eggs were covered in cracks and held together by some kind of mud that was unknown.

It appears to be pieced together from broken eggshells.

But Yi Qingzhou could sense that something was being conceived within the eggshell.

But he didn't understand that the dried tangerine peel had already hatched.

Even stillborn babies are a form of rebirth.

So what's inside this egg pieced together from broken eggshells?
He could no longer distinguish between truth and falsehood.

However, he knew the eggshell very well.

That was the eggshell that gave birth to Huangtian.

Because this thing can't be faked; anyone who sees it will immediately know what it represents.

Even the Dao Lord cannot fake it.

"Master, this disciple wishes to leave."

Yi Qingzhou said softly, "I have an agreement with Chen Huangpi, and I must keep it."

He is an evil being, and even though he has regained his senses now, it is only temporary.

The nail in his primordial spirit constantly reminded him.

He is no longer the same.

It wasn't the disciple of the Pure Immortal Temple from before, that true immortal.

He made a pact with Chen Huangpi that when Chen Huangpi became stronger, he would help him find liberation and send his head and a letter back to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty to his mother.

He didn't want to break his promise.

Moreover, I've lived long enough.

The evil Taoist paused for a moment: "After the cataclysmic change in the world ends, you will be able to come back to life. If Huangpi kills you, then you will truly be dead. Don't you regret it?"

Yi Qingzhou lay on the ground, muttering, "Everyone has their own ambitions. This disciple does not want to do anything evil. This body is tormenting this disciple all the time. This disciple does not want to endure it anymore."

"Besides, Abbot, your plans are too grand for me to be of any use."

"It would be better to grant my disciple's wish."

At this point, Yi Qingzhou turned to the evil Taoist and said, "Master, I have been a wicked person for so long that I have almost forgotten what it feels like to be an immortal. But being an immortal is actually not that interesting."

"I do not seek immortality."

"To live a fulfilling life and to die a peaceful death—this is my lifelong wish."

"No regrets?"

"I will never regret it."

The evil Taoist nodded, looking at Yi Qingzhou with a complicated expression, and then pointed a finger.

Yi Qingzhou's expression changed slightly.

All the deathly aura around him vanished.

Gradually, the ethereal aura that had long since dissipated reappeared.

"Do what you want to do in one day."

"Thank you, Abbot."

"From now on, call me Master."

"Yes, Master."

Yi Qingzhou stood up, knelt down before the heretic, and kowtowed repeatedly: "Thank you for your mercy, Master. This disciple is leaving now. If there is an afterlife..."

"Forget it, let's not have an afterlife, so as not to trouble you again."

Yi Qingzhou stood up again.

Now, he is a true immortal again.

Even if it's only for one day, he is still a true immortal.

He could die with dignity. When Chen Huangpi sent his head back to the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, Nandao Prefecture, and Wanjian Pavilion, in front of his mother, she would definitely not fail to recognize it. (End of Chapter)