Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

The atmosphere in the capital was oppressive.

Yi Qingzhou walked on the bluestone path, looking around at the world more than 10,000 years later with curiosity.

He couldn't remember exactly how long he had existed.

But if we include the nearly 18,000 years that have passed in the Ten Thousand Mountains and the Burial God's Tomb, it should be more than 20,000 years old.

Before the cataclysmic changes in the world.

He and his fellow disciples, along with three thousand righteous gods, left the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty with the Abbot, who is now their master, to create gods in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Since then, he has never seen the human world again.

"The world is much smaller than before."

Yi Qingzhou sighed, "Without spiritual energy, it will never regain its former glory. And the Great Qian Dynasty, His Majesty ordered it to be sealed off, cutting off the connection between heaven and earth. I'm afraid he has moved the entire Great Qian Dynasty into the void."

"And there's this country called Dakang."

"It used to be called Nangu Senhai, a place where monsters roamed. Now, the world has changed, and it has become the largest country in the world. It is truly lamentable."

His memories were churning; he was experiencing this familiar yet strange world.

One by one, the cultivators transformed into streaks of light and flew overhead.

The outlines of the gods appeared in the sky, each with an awe-inspiring presence and wide-open, angry eyes, as if they were about to start a great battle.

But none of this has anything to do with Yi Qingzhou.

He was just a passerby.

There was no intention to hide oneself, nor any so-called purpose.

Yi Qingzhou continued walking forward along the road.

He was dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe.

Her hair was tied up high on top of her head and secured with a branch that she had broken off from some tree by the roadside.

He possesses an extraordinary temperament and handsome appearance.

But his every move, even his walking, exudes a sense of incongruity.

After all, he was an ancient immortal from ten thousand years ago.

Their walking posture and behavior were different back then compared to now.

This is especially true for cultivators.

A group of cultivators wielding various magical artifacts were rapidly approaching Yi Qingzhou.

The roads in the capital are very wide.

Yi Qingzhou stood by the roadside and glanced up.

The method of cultivating popularity.

Anyone with even a little talent can reach the Nascent Soul stage by leveraging popularity.

These cultivators were all at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

Furthermore, he also possessed the divine body within his body, but in Yi Qingzhou's eyes, all of this was meaningless.

At this moment.

The young man leading the group of cultivators, who seemed to be rushing off to participate in a major battle, suddenly looked at Yi Qingzhou.

There was no way around it; Yi Qingzhou was simply too conspicuous.

You can spot them immediately in a crowd.

Moreover, there was only one "unrelated person" on this road.

"Whose son are you?"

"Are you talking to me?"

"Could it be someone else?"

"Yes, I am a member of the Yi family."

"The Yi family? Where did the Yi family come from in Da Kang?"

Upon hearing this, Yi Qingzhou shook his head and said, "My home is not in Dakang, but in a very, very far place, so far that I will never be able to go back and see it again in my lifetime."

The young man was taken aback, then said, "Since you are not from a prominent family, you should not linger outside. Something big is happening in the capital, so as not to accidentally harm you."

"Lord Wang, what if..."

“Young masters from noble families don’t have such magnanimity. Let’s go.”

The group of monks quickly left.

Yi Qingzhou was left standing there, curiously watching the back of the young man who had spoken to her earlier.

His eyes flickered with unseen images.

The young man seemed familiar to him, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

After two breaths.

Yi Qingzhou chuckled and said, "So it was that kid hiding in the evil place. He still has Junior Brother's aura on him. It seems that many things have happened during my slumber."

It was in the tomb of the burial god at that time.

Chen Huangpi and a group of evil beings stormed to the location of the altar.

One of the shadows was sinister, and a young man was hidden inside its body.

In fact, he had personally erased that person's memories of the Burial God's Tomb, but it was just a matter of a thought, and there was no real impression left.

I saw it again in Beijing today.

Yi Qingzhou, on the other hand, found it quite interesting.

Soon, following the young man's scent, he arrived at the Wang family's residence.

The Wang family now only has a few servants.

The Wang family father and son had already led their troops to attack the four great families, leaving their home empty.

There wasn't even a single monk to look after them.

Yi Qingzhou arrived at the backyard.

They ignored the sword formation set up by Chen Huangpi.

He walked directly to the hawthorn tree and looked up at it curiously.

The hawthorn trees are laden with fruit.

It grows tall and large, and the fruit is as red as blood, making people's appetites increase.

It was as if they sensed someone's arrival.

The branches of the hawthorn tree swayed slightly, and the heavy fruits fell to the ground, seemingly tempting someone to come forward and eat them.

"interesting."

Yi Qingzhou reached out and picked a fruit, then put it in his mouth.

It's both sour and sweet, and it makes your mouth water.

Then there is no more then.

The hawthorn tree froze, its drooping branches about to spring back.

This scene left Yi Qingzhou feeling lost and dejected.

"Lord Jianmu, you have changed a lot."

“I remember back then you were always sulking in the temple, complaining that the abbot had brought you to the Hundred Thousand Mountains.”

"He only showed me a somewhat friendly expression."

"Because of you, we are both wanderers away from home."

"When we meet again today, you are no longer the same as you were back then."

In fact, wasn't Yi Qingzhou the same way?

He is a true immortal now, but after a day he will turn into an evil being.

There was only one towering tree from beginning to end.

That's the one in Tang Valley.

The Jianmu tree at Jingxian Temple is a descendant of the Tongtian Jianmu tree.

Many things happened after the cataclysmic changes in the world.

Yi Qingzhou and other Taoists transformed into evil spirits and were killed by Chen Daoxing. Many treasures disappeared without a trace. As for the Jianmu tree, which liked to sulk and would not speak to anyone for hundreds of years, it also died along with them.

Because it is not an object.

It is a tree.

After the world changed drastically, the spiritual energy disappeared, and it could no longer survive.

"But why have you become like this?"

Yi Qingzhou placed his hand on the tree trunk and suddenly froze.

He sensed something.

This Jianmu tree did not die because its spiritual energy disappeared.

At least when they died, there was still a sliver of life left.

The abbot cut it down and used its heartwood to make a coffin.

That coffin once buried the heavens.

Only coffins made of Jianmu wood are qualified to do so.

As for the hawthorn tree right now.

Yi Qingzhou couldn't quite figure it out.

He could sense that this was the same Jianmu tree from back then.

But in terms of both essence and aura, it has completely transformed into something else.

The status of Jianmu has fallen.

In essence, this is a malevolent entity that feeds on popular cultivators and deities.

Yi Qingzhou said softly, "It seems that when the abbot took you away, he must have made an agreement with the Tongtian Jianmu. Perhaps you will have a new destiny."

Unfortunately, Yi Qingzhou could have guessed that fate.

But he can no longer see it.

Yi Qingzhou sat under the tree, leaning against the hawthorn tree.

The hawthorn tree, however, did not react at all.

It was as if it were dead, not moving an inch.

Even the fruit stopped falling.

The scene today is just like it was back then.

……

The Song family's mansion and gardens.

The scenery is boundless.

In the past, those who could be visited were all truly important figures.

But today, the gates of the Song family are filled with cultivators.

In just a few months, Wang Taiyu aged considerably.

His hair and beard were all white, and his skin was dark.

If it weren't for his bright red official robe and the sword at his waist, anyone would have thought he was an old farmer tilling the fields.

Today marks the most important moment of Wang Taiyu's life.

He's about to take action against the powerful families.

He held military power in three different regions of the capital.

He even mixed his own people into key positions.

Although those who share the same ideals are a minority.

But this is no longer the time for passionate enthusiasm and arduous progress.

The old tutor.

The old tutor, who came from humble beginnings, finally forged a sword.

The sword of Dakang would be meaningless if it were not forged for the people of Dakang.

suddenly……

A gust of wind blew up Wang Taiyu's gray hair.

He narrowed his eyes and looked towards the wind.

The wind is blowing from the palace.

"The time has come."

Wang Taiyu drew his sword from his waist, pointed it at the Song family's gate, and said: "Traitorous officials and villains have brought disaster for ten thousand years, causing the people inside and outside Dakang to live in misery. Exorbitant taxes and levies have caused countless deaths. This is outrageous to both gods and men, and cannot be tolerated by Heaven!"

"I, Wang Taiyu, am drawing my sword today! Gentlemen, follow me to capture this traitor!"

"Capture the traitor!!"

"Draw your sword! Draw your sword!!!"

Shouts of battle rose into the sky.

The sword lights slashed fiercely towards the once lofty and indestructible gate of the aristocratic family.

There was a bang.

The gate was instantly cleaved into countless pieces.

Wang Taiyu took the lead, followed by countless cultivators who surged forward as they charged into the Song family.

These cultivators all have hidden deities within them.

A noble family is, after all, a noble family.

Over thousands of years, interests at all levels have become intertwined and complex.

It is as resilient as the gnarled roots of an old tree.

Taking action against powerful families, even if it is an inevitable trend, should not be taken lightly.

same moment.

In the Meng family, the Han family, and the Li family.

The four great families were all being harassed and their homes were being overrun.

Wang Mingdao's heart was filled with excitement.

In his shadow, a sinister voice repeatedly advised, "Don't rush to the front. The ancestor of the Li family is powerful, not an ordinary city god. Over the years, he has absorbed a vast and unfathomable amount of popularity."

“A powerful god is here to deal with him.”

Among these monks, there are countless hidden deities.

Among them are some extremely powerful gods.

Those were all killers in the Da Kang army.

Wang Mingdao said in a deep voice, “Uncle Yang, I have military power in my hands. I am not afraid of the Li family patriarch. He has influence, and I have official seal. What do I have to fear from him?”

I'm afraid you'll get carried away.

Shadowy sighed, "I have a feeling that something is not right. Your father and I have thought about it and we both feel that things are going too smoothly. In short, be careful."

"Uncle Yang, I understand. I know what I'm doing!"

Wang Mingdao frowned and quietly slowed down.

He was excited because he was finally going to take action against the powerful families he disliked.

But that doesn't mean he's easily angered.

If he weren't worried about his father, he wouldn't even want to be an official in Dakang.

It's better to go back home and farm; life is more comfortable that way.

Although he wasn't the first to charge, it made him seem somewhat afraid of the Li family.

But Wang Mingdao could vaguely sense it during this period.

My father and Uncle Yang must really be planning something big.

I just don't know if they're planning a rebellion.

It feels like it, but it also doesn't seem like it.

Anyway, I'll save it for when I'm useful.

The soldiers brought by Wang Mingdao were exceptionally capable.

The members of the Li family were all very powerful and possessed far more skills than ordinary people.

But the soldiers marched forward in formation.

One by one, the once high-and-mighty young masters and noble ladies were all brought down to earth.

"wrong!"

Someone spoke up: "Lord Wang, the Li family members don't match up! We don't know how many are missing!"

"There are hardly any decent gods."

"Did the Li family receive advance notice and send their sons out of the capital overnight?"

Soon, Wang Mingdao noticed something was wrong.

The Li family is a prominent and influential family.

But after they stormed in, they encountered almost no decent resistance.

None of the powerful gods were to be seen.

Only a few monks, both big and small, fell into the net of justice.

"Where are your Li family members?"

Wang Mingdao grabbed a male member of the Li family by the neck and demanded, "Where did all those people go? Tell me, did someone tip you off beforehand?"

The man sneered, "A mere pawn crossing the river, barely able to save himself, dares to question me?"

The Li family had naturally received the news long ago.

The Emperor of Dakang issued an edict ordering Wang Taiyu to take action against the four great families today.

The powerful families knew about it even earlier than the Wang family father and son.

However, the Li family did not actually relocate anyone.

Because there weren't many people left to begin with.

The reason why things don't seem to change on a daily basis is entirely a deliberate illusion created by these scions of prominent families who remain in the capital.

The four great families worked together to advance.

Outsiders would naturally not notice anything wrong.

Only His Majesty and the aristocratic families know the truth about this matter.

Wang Taiyu and his son are nothing but pawns; they have no right to perform on stage.

"Where is the Li family patriarch?"

Wang Mingdao's expression shifted, making no attempt to conceal the threat in his words.

The men of the Li family didn't care at all.

He pointed in a direction.

"Your ancestors are inside. You've been digging in the dirt for dozens of generations. Do you have the guts to break in?"

"Of course I have the guts."

Wang Mingdao said coldly, "It's a pity that you, a high and mighty scion of a noble family, will never see this."

Having said that, his face contorted with rage, and he suddenly sprang up.

He swung the long sword at his waist.

He poured all his true energy into the blade and with a single stroke, beheaded the man.

boom……

The heads of the male members of the Li family fell heavily to the ground.

His eyes widened, as if in disbelief.

It is true that His Majesty intends to take action against the powerful families.

But they need to be arrested and imprisoned.

Because the four great families were also creating gods.

His Majesty has not mentioned any killings or killings, so how dare this lackey of the Grand Tutor's son?

His eyes dimmed.

The unseeing eyes reflected a scene.

Wang Mingdao wiped the blood from his face, spat, and said, "Stinky, utterly stinky!"

……

At this moment, within the Song family compound.

The Song family patriarch sat at the head of the hall, looking at the people in front of him with an indifferent expression.

"Old Ancestor Song, I thought I would have to fight my way into the ancestral hall to see you."

"I didn't expect to run into you here."

Hear this.

The Song family patriarch's gaze fell on Wang Taiyu.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.

They were completely unconcerned about their home being raided.

"This hall is used to entertain guests."

The Song family patriarch spoke slowly, saying, "As the saying goes, guests are always welcome, and I will naturally not be impolite."

As soon as these words came out.

Wang Taiyu's heart sank.

The cultivators and deities behind them had an indescribable strange expression.

As expected of the patriarch of the Song family.

His words and actions revealed his extraordinary demeanor.

Even as enemies, they had to admit that after the Song family patriarch said those words, he had indeed gained the upper hand over them.

No wonder cultivators who join aristocratic families never consider leaving.

A noble family is, after all, a noble family.

If you underestimate them, you'll really suffer a big setback.

Wang Taiyu naturally understood this principle.

Feeling somewhat uneasy, he took a step forward, wanting to break the somewhat stagnant situation.

"Old Ancestor Song has a great demeanor."

Wang Taiyu said calmly, "If I had heard your words when I was young, I would have been extremely excited and would have wanted to bow down and ask how to plant the land and how to remove the manure."

"I imagine that with his experience and knowledge, Elder Song must be able to teach me a great deal."

These words did not break the deadlock.

However, it also stirred the emotions of all the cultivators and deities.

Yes, your Song family patriarch is indeed formidable, possessing extraordinary magnanimity.

But what can I do?

The man standing before you now, drawing his sword and questioning you, is a peasant who was still farming and cleaning manure before he turned thirty.

"How should the land be planted, and how should the manure be collected?"

The Song family patriarch said calmly, "You've come to the right person. I really did come from a farming background, no different from you now or your ancestors."

At this point, the Song family patriarch slammed his dragon-headed cane into the ground.

A thud.

The sound wasn't loud.

But it seemed to strike a chord with everyone, startling them.

The Song family patriarch sat up and walked towards the crowd.

Four characters were hanging on the wall behind him.

Cultivate alongside the world!

"You, you, and all of you."

The Song family patriarch straightened his bent back, his cloudy eyes snapped open, and a sharp glint flashed across them like lightning.

Only then did everyone realize.

This patriarch of the Song family was nine feet tall.

If he was a sick tiger before, he is now a mountain king who occupies the mountains and forests!

At that moment, the mountain lord roared, "A bunch of clowns, how dare you show off your power in front of me?"

Before the words had even finished being spoken.

The aura emanating from the Song family patriarch instantly surged forth like a vast ocean.

That terrifying aura shot straight into the sky.

"Take him down!!!"

At Wang Taiyu's command, hundreds of cultivators behind him roared.

The gods hidden within them immediately emerged.

There was absolutely no attempt to hide it!

Each and every one of them is a figure of the highest rank, equivalent to a city god.

Even some patriarchs of minor clans joined in.

They ignited divine power.

A giant golden net suddenly appeared and enveloped the Song family patriarch.

This is the net of Heaven; the net of Heaven is vast, and though its meshes are wide, nothing escapes it.

Specifically designed to subdue the gods!

"roll!!!!"

The Song family patriarch roared, raised his dragon-headed cane, and stabbed it at the giant golden net!
Boom! ! ! !

The entire hall of the Song family erupted in chaos.

A massive wave surged forth.

One by one, the gods were sent flying backwards.

The Song family patriarch was surrounded by a powerful aura.

The atmosphere was even more vibrant than when Wang Taiyu was about to resign.

A large seal inlaid with gold and jade floated above the head of the Song family patriarch.

Wang Taiyu was stunned: "What kind of seal is this?"

"I can't remember, it seems to be the seal of the previous dynasty."

With a wave of his hand, the Song family patriarch sent out many square seals of various sizes flying from his sleeve.

"This is the seal of the Duke of Song."

"This is the seal of the King of Lingnan."

"This is……"

The Song family has served two dynasties, and they possess countless treasures.

Even when Emperor Taizu of the Great Kang Dynasty founded the country, he borrowed troops from the Song family and bestowed upon them numerous official positions and various seals that commanded the people of the region.

This is why.

The powerful families ruled the country together with the emperor, and the emperor tacitly approved of this.

Because the emperor's family was the most powerful and influential.

The aristocratic families were like emperors who enclosed lands and proclaimed themselves emperors.

At this moment.

The Song family patriarch gazed into the distance toward the imperial palace.

He knew that the Emperor of Dakang was definitely watching him.

He had to admire the emperor's skill.

They didn't make many moves.

But each time, it precisely hits the sore spot of the aristocratic families.

Your Majesty will begin creating a god tomorrow.

Today, Wang Taiyu was tasked with leading his troops into action.

What is this going to do?
This is to tell the aristocratic families, to tell the ancestors of the Song family, the Li family, the Meng family, and the Han family.

I know everything you have done.

The Song family patriarch felt a chill in his heart.

If that's all, then it's nothing.

The Song family is not so easily destroyed.

What truly pushed him to the limit was something else.

Before dawn.

A total of fourteen cities controlled by powerful families were destroyed.

Not a single word has been sent out.

If it weren't for the fact that messages had to be relayed every half hour.

The powerful families may still be in the dark.

These fourteen cities comprised half of the cities where the powerful families mined yellow clay. The Song family fared better, losing only three cities.

But this also greatly alarmed the Song family patriarch. In the world today, at this critical juncture, no one but His Majesty could achieve such a level of accomplishment.

This was the final straw that broke the camel's back.

It was also a thunderous blow that pushed the Song family to the brink and cut off their escape route.

"Ancestor Song!!!"

A deity roared, "You are in the capital, do you intend to rebel?"

"His Majesty has ordered your arrest!"

"If you don't surrender, don't blame us for leaving no survivors!"

The gods were not afraid of the Song family patriarch at this moment.

Because this is the capital city.

There is a formation with countless gods as its core, where all the people of Dakang gather.

Within this formation.

No one could defy the will of the Great Kang Emperor.

"Lord Wang! Please grant His Majesty's decree!"

All the gods looked at Wang Taiyu.

This patriarch of the Song family is truly too powerful.

Without an imperial decree and the activation of the formation, it would be impossible to suppress and subdue the Song family patriarch.

Heaven knows, this usually unassuming and low-key patriarch of the Song family...

There are even such methods.

Wang Taiyu's expression was rather unpleasant at this moment.

He certainly had the imperial edict.

But he felt very uneasy.

Why isn't the Song family patriarch leaving...?

There are also the Li family, the Han family, and the Meng family.

The patriarchs of the four great families were no pushovers; they had no reason to move their descendants away and instead remain in the capital to surrender.

"This is my Dharma body."

The Song family patriarch walked towards Wang Taiyu, put his hands behind his back, and said indifferently, "My true body is not here, nor are the three of them. However, if you think that I am being arrogant because of this, then you are very wrong."

Wang Taiyu squinted and said, "It seems that Ancestor Song still has something to rely on."

"It's not a matter of relying on them."

The Song family patriarch shook his head and said, "They're just some petty tricks that can't be brought to the table."

"Wang Taiyu, you are a smart man."

You should understand the saying, "When the birds are all gone, the good bow is put away."

"I have always valued talent. I can give you a chance to become a member of a prestigious family, but this is a one-time opportunity. You won't get another chance if you miss this chance."

Hear this.

Wang Taiyu's face became even more unpleasant: "Old Ancestor Song is good at dealing with people, but he is not good at judging people. I am not a smart person, just a mud-legged fellow."

After he finished speaking, his unease grew even stronger.

By this time, Wang Taiyu had realized the problem.

But he dared not think any further.

"Please grant the imperial decree!!!"

Wang Taiyu roared, and an imperial edict flew out from his sleeve.

At the same time, golden light surged from the imperial edict.

The skies above the capital were instantly filled with turbulent winds and clouds.

One by one, figures that resembled gods and demons looked down coldly at those below.

The Song family, the Li family, the Han family, and the Meng family.

Similar things are happening all around us right now.

Buzz! ! ! ! !
It was as if the formation was vibrating.

Wang Taiyu, his hair bristling with rage, pointed at the imperial edict and roared, "Seize his Dharma body!"

Subdue its Dharma body, and seek the true body through the Dharma body.

This is not a difficult thing.

The gods raised their heads and looked at the slowly unfolding imperial edict.

The Song family patriarch looked at Wang Taiyu with a leisurely air, seemingly mocking yet also regretful.

He truly cherished talent.

This Wang Taiyu looks down on everyone and despises everyone.

He was nothing more than a dog in the eyes of the powerful families.

But the Song family patriarch saw something different about Wang Taiyu.

This person may lack natural talent.

Perhaps they lack the ability.

They also lack a broad perspective.

But this man was indeed a farmer by origin.

Those who rise from humble beginnings to high positions are the truly talented.

If such a person could be recruited, simply keeping him by one's side would suffice. Without even needing to teach him personally, just letting him experience the real world would allow him to quickly transform and become truly capable of handling things independently.

At this moment, the imperial edict had been fully unfurled.

The gods were in an uproar.

Wang Taiyu's face instantly turned completely bloodless.

The imperial edict was empty...

However, when it reached him, it was clearly filled with words.

Those vanished words pierced Wang Taiyu's heart like sharp swords.

He had the intention of forging swords for the people of the world.

But it didn't come to the point of rebellion.

The Emperor of Dakang treated him well; as a subject and ruler, what he wanted to do was to eliminate the powerful clans, distribute land and resources, reduce taxes, crack down on corruption, and revive the entire Dakang dynasty.

He always believed that the Kang Emperor was extremely intelligent.

He was only focused on seeking immortality and enlightenment, which is why he neglected his duties.

He had thought that if he devoted his whole life to this cause, he might be able to create another golden age with the Emperor of Dakang.

Having served as his subject for many years, he believed that the Great Kang Emperor must know his thoughts.

However, this blank imperial edict was a slap in the face for Wang Taiyu.

He was beaten so badly that all the bones in his body were pulled out.

His straight back bent down.

"see it?"

The Song family patriarch looked down at Wang Taiyu and said calmly, "This Great Kang is not the Great Kang of the common people, but the Great Kang of the aristocratic families and His Majesty. I gave you a chance, but you did not cherish it."

"why?"

Wang Taiyu lowered his head, his blood rushing to his head, and he spoke hoarsely.

"why?"

The Song family patriarch wore a strange expression.

He walked towards the palace.

The gods all stepped back and made way for him. Not one of them dared to look him in the eye.

The gods know perfectly well.

From this day forward, the Song family patriarch will always remain the Song family patriarch…

A noble family will always be a noble family.

“Look at them, see clearly what they look like now, that’s the answer.”

The Song family patriarch said without turning his head.

……

Rumble!
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and torrential rain poured down.

In the palace, inside the Yangxin Hall.

Emperor Dakang gazed in the direction of the Song family, toying with a white chess piece in his hand.

As dawn broke, the four great families immediately devised a countermeasure.

That is, to put all the yellow clay together and create a god.

They knew that only by sticking together could they be qualified to continue gambling at the table.

Moreover, the news only reached the palace after Wang Taiyu and his son had taken action.

This was beyond the expectations of Emperor Da Kang.

His original intention was simply to corner the powerful families, to drive them to desperate measures, and to have them dig a tunnel to the underworld within a single day, using human lives as bait.

This is something he has been doing secretly all these years.

But unexpectedly, things got a bit out of control at this point.

The fourteen cities controlled by the four great families were all destroyed.

This is a variable.

Emperor Da Kang believed that only the mysterious Chen Huangpi could accomplish such a thing.

But that dried yellow peel wasn't in Dakang at all.

They've long since disappeared to who knows where.

Of course, these are not important.

The important thing is that the aristocratic families cannot fall now.

It won't work before dark, at least not.

At this moment, Chen Yi walked over.

"Your Majesty, the four great families demand an explanation."

"Oh?"

Emperor Dakang raised an eyebrow and said, "Tell me about it."

Chen Yi said, "The four patriarchs, Song, Li, Han, and Meng, request Your Majesty to order the arrest of Wang Taiyu and his son, and to behead them as a warning to others."

"That's not an exaggeration."

Emperor Dakang chuckled and said, "At this point, your Song family's ancestor is still thinking of maintaining a facade of peace with me in order to buy time. Well, there are still quite a few members of the Song family, so he still has the right to gamble."

Chen Yi said, "The old ancestor was unaware that His Majesty was determined to establish an unparalleled great cause and had already committed suicide. His Majesty gave him the opportunity to witness it firsthand, and he should be grateful."

Chen's original surname was Song.

He was an undercover agent for the Song family, but also a confidant of the Great Kang Emperor.

"Then Wang Taiyu and his son should have been brought here by now, right?"

"Up to the outside of Zhengyang Gate."

"Then I must go and see him. After all, we are ruler and subject, so I should see this lackey Grand Tutor off."

As Emperor Da Kang spoke, another version of himself emerged from his body.

His true body remained in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

As for Chen Yi...

Emperor Dakang thought for a moment and said, "You and the other secret guards are of no use to me right now. Go back to your respective families and start another fire."

"Before nightfall, the earth dragon turns over."

"I have waited for this day for far too long."

"I, the Emperor, have ascended the throne and will accomplish great things. I will gamble with Heaven's will today!"

After saying this, Emperor Dakang walked to the Bagua Taiji diagram in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and a strong wind blew outside the hall, while the lights inside the hall flickered.

The image reflected on the Great Kang Emperor is like a dragon rising from the abyss, its aura terrifying.

the other side.

Outside Zhengyang Gate.

The patriarchs of the four great families manifested their divine bodies.

Each one was a hundred feet tall.

Just like four high and mighty gods.

Numerous cultivators forced Wang Taiyu and his son to the square paved with bluestone slabs outside Zhengyang Gate.

The figure of Emperor Dakang slowly appeared on the Zhengyangmen city tower.

No one knew that this was his Dharma body.

"See Your Majesty!!!"

The sound was like thunder, resounding throughout the heavens.

The scions of noble families, the cultivators of the capital, and even the gods in the heavens all turned their gazes toward this place.

Wang Taiyu has already had his bright red official robe removed.

The sword at his waist was already broken.

At that moment, he stared blankly at the figure like a stray dog.

For decades, the relationship between ruler and subject has been one of mutual respect and influence.

In the end, this is how it all ended.

"Father, I told you this a long time ago."

Wang Mingdao sneered, "Whether you are loyal to that dog emperor or want to use his power, all you really want is to get things done. But the affairs of Dakang are nothing more than a few private matters."

"If an outsider interferes in private matters, can they still be called an outsider?"

“When I came to Beijing to find you back then, I thought it would be so much better if my son and I went home and continued farming. There wouldn’t be so many worries, and so many people would be cursing and hating you.”

"But you didn't listen to me."

"You don't have the ability or the capability. You even hesitate to rebel. How can someone like you seek justice for the people of the world?"

"Now look what's happened, my son and I are going to die."

"Such a ridiculous way to die."

Wang Mingdao said bitterly, "Until I die, my official rank will never be one level higher than yours. Being an official in Dakang is just not as comfortable as being an official in Xieyi."

Uncle Yang in his shadow was seriously injured while protecting him.

Their fate is now unknown.

Wang Taiyu felt a daze in his mind.

The principles and plans I hold dear in my heart.

Those unrealistic things, and those things that were actually accomplished, all shattered like a dream bubble.

"Did I really do something wrong?"

Wang Taiyu asked himself this question as if in a dream.

On the Zhengyangmen city tower.

Emperor Da Kang suddenly raised his hand, and the surrounding noise instantly disappeared.

"What did my Grand Tutor just say?"

He only saw Wang Taiyu's lips move, but he couldn't hear what he said clearly.

The Song family patriarch said calmly, "Grand Tutor Wang, His Majesty is asking you what you just said."

Feeling the countless gazes upon him, some mocking, some ridiculing, some curious, and some regretful, Wang Taiyu slowly raised his head.

He didn't look at anyone.

He stared intently at Emperor Da Kang, as if trying to memorize his face before he died.

These memories must be taken to the underworld.

"You dog emperor!"

Wang Taiyu struggled to his feet, pointed at the Emperor of Dakang, and cursed, "You are the ruler of a country, yet you cannot distinguish right from wrong, treat the people like dirt, treat the people like pigs! You eat human blood and flesh, you dog emperor! You dog emperor!"

Emperor Dakang's expression turned cold.

Wang Taiyu is nothing more than his dog.

Although it never devoured its master.

But they also have no right to bark at him.

He was angry, but what angered him even more was...

It's amazing that Wang Taiyu would say such a thing.

Emperor Dakang looked at the four great family patriarchs who had manifested their Dharma bodies, his eyes filled with a coldness like an unyielding ten-thousand-year-old ice.

This was naturally intentional on the part of the four patriarchs.

They have now assembled a statue of a god.

They have the qualifications to challenge the Great Kang Emperor.

Of course, they wouldn't be afraid to do something so shameful.

Moreover, this is also a test.

"Kill him."

Emperor Dakang uttered these words indifferently, and then waved his raised arm down.

The fates of Wang Mingdao and his son were thus decided.

Two deities emerged.

They had previously followed Wang Taiyu in storming the Song family's City God Temple.

Now, he is also an executioner.

The long sword, formed from divine power, was raised high.

Then, a flash of light appeared.

The long sword slashed fiercely at the necks of the Wang father and son.

But at this moment.

A calm voice rang out.

"Certainly."

This single word is like a law that comes with words.

The two deities were frozen in place on the spot.

The falling longsword stopped three fingers' width from the necks of the Wang father and son.

Everyone present felt their pupils shrink.

A young man dressed in a white Taoist robe slowly appeared.

He waved casually.

The two longswords formed from divine power, along with their owners, were instantly wiped out.

It's as if it never existed.

Wang Taiyu and his son stared blankly at the man.

Wang Mingdao was even more shocked.

"It's you! Yi..."

Yi Qingzhou.

Yi Qingzhou said calmly, "It was nothing, so you don't need to thank me."

"Who is your Excellency!"

The Song family patriarch's voice was tinged with fear: "Why save this Wang family father and son?"

He couldn't sense any presence from the person in front of him.

Not even a trace of his cultivation could be detected.

They didn't even sense any danger.

In fact, if you look away, it's as if the person doesn't exist.

Emperor Dakang's face was somewhat distorted.

Because he was also unaware that the great array in the capital city could not detect his presence at all.

"An immortal? You're an immortal?"

"That's it."

Yi Qingzhou nodded and glanced at the Emperor of Dakang.

Just one glance.

Emperor Dakang's hair stood on end instantly, and he gripped the city wall tightly with both hands, otherwise he would have collapsed to the ground immediately.

His mind was in an uproar.

A fairy, truly a fairy...

How could a celestial being suddenly appear?

Looking at the other gods, they were not as pathetic as Emperor Da Kang at this moment.

Because from beginning to end.

Yi Qingzhou didn't even glance at them.

As for the Great Kang Emperor…

Yi Qingzhou did show some interest.

Furthermore, the Fiend God with Wide Eyes in the Hall of Mental Cultivation also found him interesting.

If he remembers correctly.

The cultivation technique circulating within the body of this evil god with wide eyes seems to be the dog-taming manual belonging to his junior brother.

Think of this.

Yi Qingzhou's gaze towards the Emperor of Dakang became somewhat strange.

"Yi Qingzhou, haven't I seen you somewhere before...?"

Looking at Yi Qingzhou, Wang Mingdao felt a sense of familiarity, not just from the previous time, but as if he had seen him somewhere before.

Yi Qingzhou nodded, but had no intention of explaining clearly.

He slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, his aura was released without any concealment.

In an instant...

The world changed color!

The rain is pouring down!

Yi Qingzhou's will was made completely undisguised.

The thunder and rain were both conveying his will.

Everyone can feel this will.

Those people were stunned, trembling incessantly in the rain.

The Song family patriarch knelt down on the ground with a thud.

He stared at the immortal in disbelief.

This immortal actually wanted to die; he came to the capital to have his head chopped off...

Immortals, how noble they are!

May you live a long and healthy life, as long as the heavens.

After the cataclysmic changes in the world, there were no more immortals in the mortal realm.

The ultimate goal of cultivating popularity is to become a god on the spot.

Right now, an immortal has arrived in the capital and released his will.

No one doubted that the immortal was lying or teasing them.

Because they don't deserve it.

At this moment, a deity seemed to be provoked and roared excitedly, "Immortal! I can help you! I can help you cut off your head!"

This immortal wouldn't lie.

If I help him achieve his goal, I will surely receive tremendous good fortune.

This is a stroke of luck!

A truly serendipitous opportunity.

However, Yi Qingzhou shook his head: "You are not worthy."

“Immortal, I am Song Zhuo.”

The Song family patriarch revealed his name, got up from the ground, and said with trembling hands, "I am the head of the Song family, and I have lived for six thousand years. Before the cataclysmic changes in the world, I was equivalent to a Void Returning cultivator."

Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Deity Transformation, Tribulation Crossing, Returning to Emptiness, Dao Integration, Ascension.

After ascending to heaven, one becomes an immortal.

This is the division of realms before the cataclysmic changes in heaven and earth.

The Song family patriarch felt that his cultivation was only three realms away from becoming an immortal.

and so……

So Yi Qingzhou shook his head: "You're not worthy either."

The Song family patriarch was struck dumb.

The patriarchs of the Li, Han, and Meng families exchanged glances.

Even though I know it's impossible.

But the opportunity was right in front of us.

"You are not worthy either."

"Then...and what about me..."

"You, what kind of emperor are you?"

Yi Qingzhou shook his head and said calmly, "Although I am determined to die, I am an immortal. How can an immortal die at the hands of mortals like you?"

Just this one sentence.

It was like a torrential downpour drenching their hearts.

This immediately calmed their restless hearts.

Yes, this is an immortal.

The changes in heaven and earth have lasted for far too long, so long that mortals no longer understand or comprehend what kind of existence immortals truly are.

How can an immortal be killed by a mortal?

At this point, it was Wang Mingdao who was the boldest.

He stood up, ignoring Wang Taiyu's attempts to pull him away.

He asked directly and tentatively, "Immortal, you are so eager to die, yet you suddenly appeared in the capital. Are you perhaps waiting for someone? Waiting for someone to come and kill you, to cut off your head?"

Yi Qingzhou smiled and said, "You are smarter than your father. I am waiting for someone."

Wang Mingdao then asked, "Was that person also an immortal?"

"Not during the day, but at night it is."

Hearing this, Wang Mingdao was a little confused. What did he mean by "not during the day, but at night"?

Could it be that he isn't the person I was thinking of?

The thoughts of countless gods around them surged at this moment.

This immortal saved Wang Mingdao and his son.

Moreover, their attitudes toward it are clearly different.

But the Wang father and son clearly did not recognize this immortal.

In other words.

There must have been someone among them acting as a liaison, maintaining this fragile relationship.

The immortal only intervened to save him because of that person's sake.

They mustered their courage and asked in unison, "Immortal, who is the person you are waiting for?"

The moment those words were spoken.

Another voice sounded.

"it's me!"

Everyone looked up at the sound and saw a black dot in the sky rapidly expanding.

Boom!
Lightning streaked across the sky, spreading like a silver serpent for thousands of miles.

A boy dressed in a tattered Taoist robe appeared before everyone's eyes.

Looking at Yi Qingzhou, who seemed to be a true immortal descending to earth.

Chen Huangpi was stunned and couldn't utter a single word.

"Little Junior Brother, long time no see."

Yi Qingzhou laughed loudly and asked, "Do you still remember the gentleman's pact we made in the Burial God's Tomb?" (End of this chapter)