Only after becoming emperor did he realize he was in a fantasy world of immortal cultivation.

outside kyoto

The wind swept through the bamboo forest into a bamboo house, and unintentionally, it blew up the robes that were lying on the two futons.

The man in black seemed to be moved by the wind. He lazily yawned as he sat in meditation, then turned to look at Gong Wuchen, who was sitting motionless on the futon. His voice was clear and youthful, "Brother, the human race's fortunes are showing signs of weakness. Shouldn't we set off?"

At least blend in with the wild grass and wait for the right opportunity.

The man the boy called "brother" was Gong Wuchen. He was dressed in white, his features as gentle as jade.

Upon hearing Gong Wuchen's words, she slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze was like water, and just one glance seemed to bring peace to one's soul.

And when he gets up, if he blends into the crowd, no one will think he is an ordinary person.

Gong Wuchen perfectly embodies the image of a cultivator in the minds of ordinary people.

Then he slowly walked to the bamboo window, his gaze slowly rising from the bamboo forest in front of him, as if looking at the sky, or perhaps at the human destiny floating below...

Just as Gong Wujue said, their fortunes were no longer what they used to be.

But... that's not enough.

A moment later, Gong Wuchen said in a voice as clear as if it had been soothed by a spring: "No rush."

Gong Wujue didn't ask why he heard this, knowing that his brother must have his reasons for saying so.

He then took a few steps and lay down on the bamboo chair next to him, holding his head in his hands. Looking at Gong Wuchen's back, he pouted and said, "Brother, Zhou Wanwan and Gongsun Yan are too useless. The humanistic luck of mere weeds has only been damaged so little in so long."

"If it were you, what would you do?" Gong Wuchen asked gently.

Gong Wujue's eyes darted around twice, and following Gong Wuchen's words, he pondered for a moment, finally scratching his head and chuckling twice before saying, "Brother, this..."

"Don't speak ill of others about things you can't do yourself." Gong Wuchen didn't press further, only saying this one sentence.

Gong Wujue had admired his brother since childhood, so his brother's teachings sounded like profound truths to him. Therefore, he immediately replied, "Brother, I know I was wrong."

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly heard his brother say in a stern voice, "Someone's here."

Upon hearing this, Gong Wujue naturally stopped lying down and got up to walk towards the window.

He wanted to see which cultivator was so foolish as to deliberately seek death.

Since entering the illusion, countless people have overestimated themselves and come looking for trouble, wanting to kill them quickly. In the end, they all ended up being dealt with by his brother. Therefore, when his brother went after that person, he did not follow.

Gong Wuchen followed the aura of the approaching person, but after a long chase, the other party showed no intention of engaging him in combat. Moreover, Gong Wuchen gradually realized that the other party seemed to be intentionally maintaining a distance that allowed him to sense their presence.

Realizing this, Gong Wuchen gently waved his sleeve, his figure descending slowly from mid-air like a cloud, and then his feet landed steadily on a lush green bamboo.

The wind gently blew his white robe, making him look like an immortal descending to earth, but the wind could not smooth the deep frown between his brows.

Sure enough, that aura stopped.

Gong Wuchen confirmed this in his heart.

The other party did this...

No secret formula?

Gong Wuchen realized that the other party might be after Gong Wujue, so he immediately turned around and flew back in the direction he was going.

After everyone left, Zhu Kang slowly poked his head out of the thick soil, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he stared warily ahead for a long time. Only when he was sure that Gong Wuchen's spiritual energy fluctuations had completely disappeared and there was nothing else unusual around him did he emerge from the soil quickly and powerfully, like a bamboo shoot after a spring rain.

"They're really tough to deal with," Zhu Kang said, wiping the large beads of sweat from his forehead.

If it had been any later, he feared he would have found it difficult to maintain that perfect distance and keep the other person in line.

I wonder how Ji Lin is doing now.

Having thought this through, Zhu Kang quickly released a signal in the air as planned, to show that Gong Wuchen had returned.

By the time Zhu Kang and Ji Lin returned to the palace to meet Lin Ye, it was almost dark.

Looking down at the two men below, who were slightly disheveled but had joy on their faces, Lin Ye had a pretty good idea of ​​the success or failure of this plan. So he said, "It seems that you two have good news to tell me."

"Your Majesty is wise; we have successfully killed Gong Wujue."

Zhu Kang no longer regards Lin Ye as a "weed" as he did when they first met.

The phrase "Your Majesty is wise" is now used with genuine sincerity.

However, Lin Ye was more concerned about, "Did Gong Wuchen see that what killed his brother was—the 'Mirror of Enlightenment'?"

As he spoke, Lin Ye turned his gaze to Ji Lin, who had remained silent. As the one who devised the plan, Lin Ye was naturally aware of their division of labor.

Of the two, Zhu Kang was extremely good at escaping, so the task of killing Gong Wujue fell to Ji Lin, who also had to make sure that Gong Wuchen, who returned to the bamboo house, saw who the killer was.

Upon hearing this, Ji Lin couldn't help but recall the scene from that time.

Gong Wujue was only at the second level of Qi Refining. When Ji Lin suddenly appeared in the bamboo house, even though the opponent reacted quickly, he could not escape Ji Lin's sword strikes.

The most difficult part of this plan, just as Lin Ye asked, is to ensure that Gong Wujue sees the face he has created using the disguise pill.

He still can't forget the furious look on Gong Wuchen's face when he saw him kill Gong Wujue.

Fortunately... he had Gong Wujue's... corpse.

"Your Majesty, I saw it," Ji Lin replied in a low voice.

Lin Ye smiled with satisfaction upon hearing this.

Now that Gong Wujue has died at the hands of the "Mirror of Enlightenment," what will you do... Gong Wuchen?

"Your Majesty..." Zhu Kang thought of what would happen next, and his heart was initially filled with joy, but then a few worries arose in his heart.

If Gong Wuchen were to confront Mingxin Jing, wouldn't their illusions burst like bubbles?

Before Zhu Kang could finish speaking, Lin Ye already understood his meaning. He said, "Old sir, there's no need to worry. Whether Mingxinjing killed Gong Wujue or not, they are still opponents, and a battle is inevitable sooner or later."

"This battle could be tomorrow, or... it could be today."

All he did was bring that day forward.

the other side

Just as Lin Ye had predicted, Gong Wuchen approached Mingxinjing.

"You're saying I killed your brother?" Mingxinjing scoffed, a hint of bewilderment in his voice.

Gong Wuchen's gentle expression inadvertently turned slightly cold upon hearing this, but he quickly suppressed it, saying only in a slightly cold tone, "This is what I saw with my own eyes."

Mingxin Jing crossed his arms, glanced at Gong Wuchen with his eyelids, and said impatiently, "I didn't kill him, believe it or not."

Upon hearing this, Gong Wuchen remained silent, his eyes as deep as the night, silently churning with all his hidden thoughts. Finally, he pieced together all the coincidences...

Something is definitely not right.

he thinks.