If you're made a fake emperor, why did you change the country's name?

In front of the Prince of Zhennan's mansion, Zhao Yu's imperial carriage slowly came to a stop.

When the servants saw the five-clawed golden dragon carriage from afar, they knelt down and kowtowed loudly.

"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!"

Before the shouts had even faded, a middle-aged man who looked like a steward rushed out of the mansion with a respectful expression.

Upon seeing Zhao Yu dismount from the imperial carriage, he immediately knelt before him and shouted, "This humble servant, Qian Bei, steward of the Prince of Zhennan's residence, pays his respects to Your Majesty!"

"Rise, all of you."

Zhao Yu's voice was calm. He gestured for the butler to stand up and then spoke directly.

"Take me to see my maternal uncle."

"Yes, Your Majesty, this way please."

The steward dared not be negligent and respectfully led the way.

Zhao Yu followed behind, his pace unhurried, taking in the sights of the palace.

The mansion occupies a vast area, probably tens of thousands of square meters. Whether it is the corridors or the palaces, they all exude a magnificent and grand military style, bold and majestic without losing their dignity.

The butler led Zhao Yu through the front courtyard, around the training ground, and straight to the backyard.

Before we even got close, a roaring sound of water reached our ears.

After rounding a bamboo grove, the scene before him made Zhao Yu pause in his tracks.

The backyard is directly connected to a small hill.

On the mountain, a waterfall cascades down, its roar deafening.

Below the waterfall, a burly figure sat cross-legged.

The man was shirtless, letting the water, which was about fifteen meters high, crash against him, yet his body remained as steady as a rock, completely still.

His body was covered with crisscrossing scars, grotesque and terrifying, each one enough to foreshadow a life-or-death crisis.

Seemingly sensing Zhao Yu's arrival, the figure suddenly opened its eyes and let out a loud shout.

"drink!"

Qian Zhentian's internal energy suddenly erupted.

The space around him appeared to distort visibly.

Immediately afterwards, the rushing waterfall flowed upstream in a strange manner, continuing for several seconds before falling back down.

This scene is beyond the comprehension of gods and ghosts!

Even Zhao Yu felt a longing for martial arts cultivation welling up in his heart.

But he quickly suppressed the thought.

The further you progress in cultivation, the more time it consumes. If you miss any important information due to cultivation, causing the hard-won stable situation to spiral out of control, then it will be a great loss.

"Haha! Yu'er, what brings you to visit your uncle?"

Qian Zhentian emerged from the waterfall with a loud laugh, the water droplets on his body instantly turning into a rising mist under the vibration of his internal energy.

Zhao Yu did not answer immediately, but instead cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.

"Congratulations, Uncle, on your remarkable progress in martial arts! You've even managed to reverse the flow of the waterfall; you are truly unparalleled in martial arts!"

Qian Zhentian casually waved his hand, and a servant quickly stepped forward and handed him an outer robe.

"It's just a characteristic of the technique, nothing special."

Characteristics of the technique?

Zhao Yu immediately thought of Li Fu'an's judo-like internal strength, which could tear clothes but not harm flesh. He also saw the image of the Wolf Lord's blade striking out, its energy condensing into a blood wolf.

So he followed up with a question: "I once saw the Wolf King of the Wolf Kingdom swing his sword, and the sword energy condensed into a blood wolf to pounce and kill. How does that technique compare to yours, Uncle?"

As Qian Zhentian put on his outer robe, he answered casually.

"The Wolf King of the Wolf Kingdom cultivates the Golden Dragon Annihilation Technique, which is a dragon vein technique. His internal energy is naturally several times more lethal than that of martial artists of the same level."

"As for the blood wolf phantom you saw, that was a martial skill manifestation of the Blood Wolf Blade Technique, and has nothing to do with the technique itself."

Zhao Yu nodded thoughtfully and continued to press for answers.

"If we only consider cultivation techniques and martial arts skills, what are the chances of my uncle winning against the Wolf Lord?"

Qian Zhentian's expression dimmed slightly for a moment, but he still spoke frankly.

"The Nine Transformations of Battle Body that I cultivate is already a top-tier technique in the world, but even if I cultivate it to the ninth transformation, its destructive power can only barely reach the level of the minor completion of the Golden Dragon Annihilation Technique, which is not comparable to those dragon vein techniques."

At this point, Qian Zhentian's lips curled into a disdainful smile.

"But when it comes to martial arts, my Immortal-grade Internal Energy Technique grants me unparalleled control over my internal energy. That Blood Wolf Blade Technique is a joke in front of me!"

Zhao Yu's heart skipped a beat.

He recalled how, on the official road, Qian Zhentian had used his internal force to create an invisible pressure that locked down the space around Li Fu'an.

Adding to that the scene of the waterfall flowing backwards just now, I deeply appreciate the power of this immortal-grade internal energy technique.

The Blood Wolf Blade Technique is ultimately a targeted attack, while Qian Zhentian's unpredictable use of internal energy is simply a matter of dimensional reduction.

"My uncle's martial arts skills are unparalleled; I admire him greatly!"

Zhao Yu immediately offered his compliments.

Upon hearing this, Qian Zhentian burst into hearty laughter again, and then patted Zhao Yu on the shoulder in a show of feigned modesty.

"Haha, it's just that he's a bit more talented and can master some techniques that ordinary people can't."

As the laughter subsided, Qian Zhentian's magnanimous expression vanished, replaced by a hint of melancholy. He sighed and said:

"What a pity! Although I have great talent and have cultivated to the peak of the Celestial Realm in ten years, I still cannot take the final step to break through to the legendary Land Immortal Realm. Heaven, how unfair you are to me..."

Zhao Yu frowned slightly.

A paradise on earth.

This wasn't the first time he'd heard of this realm; it seemed that no one had been able to reach it for thousands of years.

He asked the question casually.

"Could it be that the realm of celestial beings on earth truly does not exist?"

Qian Zhentian shook his head, his expression unusually solemn.

"More than ten years ago, countries shared the Dragon Vein Technique in an attempt to find a way to the terrestrial immortal realm, but unfortunately, the result was not satisfactory."

"What was the result? Why have I never seen any related records in the library?"

Zhao Yu's question brought Qian Zhentian back to his senses.

The seriousness on his face vanished instantly, and he returned to his憨厚 (honest and simple) appearance, laughing and making light of the situation.

"Yu'er came to see me today, surely not just to watch me take a shower? What's wrong? Just say it. As your uncle, I'll do my best to help."

Zhao Yu looked at him, secretly noting Qian Zhentian's obsession with cultivation level, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Nothing can be hidden from you, Uncle. There is indeed something I would like to trouble you with."

Qian Zhentian didn't rush him to speak, but instead led him to sit down in a nearby pavilion.

After the servants had prepared tea and snacks, he signaled to Zhao Yu that he could speak.

Zhao Yu no longer minced words and went straight to the point, saying in a deep voice:

"I want to seize the Dong family's property."

Qian Zhentian's hand, which was reaching for a pastry, suddenly stopped.

He looked at Zhao Yu in shock, confirming again.

"Which Dong family? The Dong family that's one of the five great families along with my Qian family?"

Zhao Yu nodded, indicating his confirmation.

Qian Zhentian frowned and said in a low voice, "That's one of the five great families. Even though you destroyed the Dong family's foundation in the capital, their influence in Daliang is deeply entrenched. Aren't you afraid of a Dong family counterattack?"

Zhao Yu chuckled and said, "If you weren't afraid, why would your nephew come looking for his uncle?"

Qian Zhentian was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Hahaha! That makes sense! That makes sense!"