The old emperor only desires immortality; you must not rebel.

Zhao Yanzhi wanted to smash the "Heavenly Demon Crossing Immortal Technique" in his hand to the ground and curse it as "shameless scoundrel".

If others don't know him, how could he not know him?

He had practiced this technique countless times.

This is his technique!

Needless to say, his storage bag was also taken by this scoundrel emperor.

Jiang Yu and Cheng Yi curiously stepped forward, their eyes showing surprise.

"Isn't this a demonic martial art?"

"The Thousand Demon Sect's Foundation Establishment Technique?"

"Are there members of the Thousand Demons Sect in this world too?"

The two, completely unaware of the situation, chatted back and forth.

They also knew something about the Thousand Demons Sect.

The Thousand Demons Sect was a major sect no weaker than the Xuan Shu Dao Sect, but unfortunately, it was wiped out by the combined forces of the righteous and demonic paths.

It's because the Thousand Demons Sect spreads its sect's techniques everywhere, leading countless people down the path of demonic cultivation!

The idea that ordinary people are qualified to cultivate immortality is utter nonsense.

What right do mortals have to cultivate to become immortals!

Demonic acts!

The law should not be lightly passed on, and the Way should not be taught cheaply. Spreading the techniques outside the world will only breed countless demons and is the root of chaos in the world.

Zhao Yanzhi had no way to defend himself at this moment.

He had previously stated that any demonic martial arts techniques he encountered would be destroyed.

If one were to claim that this is his cultivation technique now, it would be slapping himself in the face, and slapping the face of the Xuan Shu Dao Sect, a righteous and powerful sect.

Is the Heavenly Demon Crossing Immortal Technique a demonic martial art?

Compared to most demonic techniques, the Heavenly Demon Crossing to Immortality Technique cannot be considered a demonic technique at all.

There is no need to kill, no need to suck blood, and no need to sacrifice thousands of souls.

This skill can also increase the chance of Foundation Establishment by 10%.

However, if it comes from the Demonic Sect, then it is a Demonic Sect technique, which is strictly forbidden to practice.

Zhao Yanzhi came from a humble background, without the support of a sect or the blessing of rare and precious materials. If he wanted to break through the shackles, establish his foundation, and attain enlightenment, he could only find another way and use this method that was despised by the world to cultivate.

Zhao Yanzhi looked up at the Holy Emperor, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "No problem!"

He had been trying his best to refuse, because he didn't want the Daoist sect's techniques to be leaked.

This world is already extremely strange; if the Daoist lineage were to be leaked, who knows what might happen.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned; this mortal emperor was clearly not like ordinary people.

The Holy Emperor smiled with satisfaction: "Someone, bring paper and pen!"

"Senior brother, are you really going to teach this person demonic sect techniques?"

Jiang Yu and Cheng Yi looked surprised.

Zhao Yanzhi shook his head helplessly: "I know what I'm doing."

After the eunuchs brought paper and pen, Zhao Yanzhi began to translate the contents sentence by sentence, while the eunuchs beside him hurriedly began to write it down.

The officials in the court all pricked up their ears, hoping to take the opportunity to secretly learn a move or two.

The ministers' minds began to wander again.

If one learns immortal techniques, will one be able to challenge the Holy Emperor?

After reciting the last word, the Holy Emperor took the cultivation manual handed to him by the eunuch, then looked at the three men and smiled, saying, "I'll leave the rest to the three of you!"

"If I were to discover any more magical arts, I would have to trouble Master Zhao again."

Zhao Yanzhi gritted his teeth and laughed, "It's nothing!"

……

As the three left the court, Jiang Yu couldn't help but ask, "Senior Brother!"

"That's a demonic martial art!"

"What are you, a mere mortal, afraid of?"

Zhao Yanzhi glanced at him and said calmly, "He knocked me unconscious with one punch. Don't you think we should be afraid?"

"What?"

Jiang Yu exclaimed in surprise, his expression one of astonishment.

Zhao Yanzhi said coldly, "When you first entered this palace, didn't you feel your magical power was blocked and difficult to circulate?"

"Have you ever experienced this feeling in the Chu Kingdom's royal palace?"

Upon hearing this, the two of them were both taken aback!

They had initially thought it was because they were not used to the local climate and that the local emperor was acting strangely.

Now, after hearing Zhao Yanzhi's words, upon careful reflection, they realized that they had never had this feeling at all when they were in the Chu royal palace.

But within this palace, one can feel an immense pressure.

A hint of surprise and greed flickered in Cheng Yi's eyes as she murmured, "Could a fragment of the Immortal Realm be here?"

Zhao Yanzhi turned back and looked deeply at the palace, then shook his head and said, "Even if it were here, it's probably not something we can currently covet."

He was absolutely certain that this seemingly mortal emperor possessed terrifying power and could annihilate the three of them in the blink of an eye.

……

Southeastern part of Qing Kingdom

Years of severe drought have caused riverbeds to crack, and the land for hundreds of miles is barren, with only a few trees having already withered and died.

The blazing sun hung high in the sky, scorching the earth and sending waves of heat sweeping across the land, suffocating heat enveloping the entire region.

Between the ridges of the fields, dozens of people are carrying buckets of water to irrigate the land.

They usually don't even drink this water, hoping it will help these seedlings grow and produce some food this year.

"Damn it, when is it going to rain?!"

"I heard that the Holy Emperor has issued an edict ordering the people to send rain, and it will rain soon."

A young man, carrying a hoe, wiped his sweat and chuckled, "It'll rain soon."

His eyes were filled with fervor and adoration.

The man came from a group of refugees from the southwest and had witnessed the divine power of the Holy Emperor.

The Holy Emperor's fame has now spread throughout the entire Qing Kingdom.

Many displaced people and refugees are now flocking to the capital in a frenzy, just to catch a glimpse of the Holy Emperor.

The Holy Emperor allocated land to them, but the heavens did not send rain, so even with fields, they could not grow any food.

"You're just bragging!"

"Can you really make God make it rain?"

"I heard from the gentry in the city that this is all because His Majesty is immoral, so Heaven sent down this punishment."

"Nonsense!"

The young man, unable to contain his anger, retorted, "If His Majesty says it will rain, then it definitely will!"

"What do the gentlemen in the city know? They must be jealous of the Holy Emperor's good fortune, so they deliberately slander him."

"You little rascal, look at you, getting so impatient again!"

"That's what the city gentlemen say, not what I said..."

"And I'm telling the truth..."

The young man grabbed the old man's clothes, glared at him, and shouted angrily, "Say it again, and I'll beat you up!"

"His Majesty really knows how to make it rain!"

"Quickly apologize to His Majesty!"

As survivors from the southeast, everyone is grateful for the Emperor's benevolence.

In their hearts, the Holy Emperor was the sun in the sky, even more dazzling than the sun, and the only god who could save all people from suffering.

"Stop, you little brat!"

"Stop it!"

Seeing this, bystanders quickly stepped forward to mediate the fight.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a tremendous thunderclap resounded from the sky.

Thunder rumbled!

Thunderclouds gathered, darkening the entire sky.

"Tick-tock!"

A drop of rain fell from the sky and landed on the old man's forehead.

Another raindrop fell, silently sliding down my cheek.

Thunder rumbled in the distance!

"Is it raining?"

The next instant, a torrential downpour began.

It's raining!

It's raining!

The farmers ran joyfully between the ridges of the fields, laughing and shouting as they looked up at the sky with their arms outstretched.

The people knelt on the ground, tears streaming down their faces, laughing and crying at the same time.

"Long live the Holy Emperor!"

"Long live the Holy Emperor!"

The people cheered with joy.