My whole family are full of geniuses, I really don't want to be a succubus!

As soon as this sentence, which resembled the title of a book, was uttered, the carriage, which had been moving, came to an abrupt stop.

Su Yi felt smug, knowing that her catchphrase was still effective.

Before he transmigrated, this old man was like an angry young man, always repeating this phrase to himself until he was sick of hearing it.

Surprisingly, shouting actually had an effect.

On the carriage, a slightly withered hand slowly stretched out and beckoned to Su Yi and the others.

Su Yi, who was originally standing on the ship, disappeared instantly and appeared on the carriage.

Without any warning, neither Su Yi nor Gu Wanquan, who were at the Golden Core stage, noticed that Su Yi had already arrived on the carriage shaft.

Su Yi's sudden disappearance made Gu Wanquan's heart tighten. He instantly gripped the hilt of his sword with his right hand, but was stopped by the governor of Qingzhou.

The Lord of the Prefecture is at least comparable to a great cultivator in the Divine Realm, so for a mere Golden Core cultivator to draw his sword is simply courting death.

Standing atop the carriage shaft, Su Yi was not worried. Looking at the elderly lord in front of her, who wore a white mask and a magnificent purple robe, Su Yi felt more confident.

The elderly lord, wearing a white mask, opened his cloudy eyes, looked at the handsome young man before him, and asked in a gentle tone, "Who are you?"

The voice was devoid of any emotion, like that of a god devoid of any feeling.

The soft question carries an undeniable answer, making one involuntarily want to express their most honest thoughts.

Looking at the dignified and elegant old man in front of her, Su Yi secretly began to think to herself.

When you're out and about, showing off is all for others to see. Who would have thought that this seemingly frail old man loves to get drunk and act crazy, even running naked inside the Imperial Observatory when he was drunk?

Oh, you embarrass yourself in public, but you put on airs at home.

Back when he was drinking with me, he wasn't this suave and respectable person at all. He called me "brother" so affectionately.

But times have changed, and it's not the empress version yet. The old man in front of us still acts like a local tyrant.

Su Yi chuckled and said, "This humble one is a disciple of the Luoxia Immortal Sect. I was sent by my master to Yongzhou for training. I traveled to Yongzhou by the Wangchuan River, and unexpectedly, I saw Lord Furen returning to his residence!"

The elderly man looked at Su Yi and asked in a calm voice, "What did you mean by that last sentence?"

Su Yi, showing no fear, replied, "I've heard that the Prefect of the Southwest Circuit is old and possesses the bearing of a dragon; seeing him today, I can confirm it!"

"With your silver tongue, you dared to offend the Lord's carriage. You deserve to be banished to the River of Oblivion. Even the Falling Clouds Immortal Sect cannot protect you!" The octogenarian Lord sneered, his cloudy eyes wide open, and made his judgment on Su Yi.

He didn't give himself a chance to continue, nor did he want to hear Su Yi continue.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Su Yi felt the world begin to turn upside down, as if she were being torn apart.

All spells became unusable, and all skills turned gray.

At this moment, Su Yi, just like an ordinary person, challenged the divine power of the Lord of the Underworld and was punished with a death sentence.

Unfortunately, Su Yi felt no fear, because her mythical talent had not been activated, and the elderly lord before her harbored no ill will towards her.

Suppressing the dizziness from the spinning, Su Yi asked, "Lord, do you want to improve?"

As the sound faded, the perspective that had begun to rotate returned to normal, and Su Yi remained standing on the carriage shaft the entire time.

"vomit!"

The feeling of weightlessness and dizziness still made Su Yi gag twice.

The masked, elderly lord quietly watched Su Yi before him, waiting for her to continue.

If it were just a simple spinning intimidation tactic, Su Yi could continue to cultivate her sophisticated persona.

Recalling the elderly prefectural governor's shouting words when he was running wildly in the Imperial Observatory, Su Yi cleared her throat and recited:

"Thirty-three heavens beyond heaven, in the shrine of the Heavenly Altar there are immortals, the immortals are the transformed Lord of the Prefecture, but I fear the Lord of the Prefecture's heart is not steadfast."

The elderly lord, enraged, hissed, "How dare you speak ill of the shrines of the Temple of Heaven! You deserve to die!"

Su Yi blinked and said, "If I were destined to die, with the Lord's methods, I would have died more than ten times over. But I'm still alive, which means the Lord wants to see what I'm really up to!"

The elderly gentleman did not speak, but his silence was an admission.

Su Yi grew bolder: "Is Your Excellency still struggling with whether things will change overnight, right now?"

A glint flashed in the old man's cloudy eyes. He understood that Su Yi was referring to the Great Zhou Sage who was about to die.

When a sage dies, not only will the imperial court be thrown into turmoil, but the pantheon will also undergo a massive reshuffling.

This is something that even the governors of the provinces below would be extremely concerned about, let alone the prefect.

Compared to the imperial court, after a new emperor ascends the throne, the Imperial Observatory issues another edict, requiring even the prefectural governor to have his memory wiped clean and a new stele and golden statue erected for him.

Unless one can go further and enter the shrine of the Temple of Heaven to enjoy the blessings of the Great Zhou Dynasty, one can escape the torment of memory erasure.

The old man narrowed his eyes, looking at Su Yi in front of him. Could it be that this handsome but taciturn boy has news of the next sage succeeding to the throne?

Within the capital, the struggle for the throne among the five princes has reached a fever pitch.

Various forces, both good and bad, are stirring up a storm in the capital, and even the gods cannot remain uninvolved.

Who is this young dragon's confidant? Or has even the Thirty-Six Heavenly Caves, which have always remained aloof from the mortal realm, secretly placed their bets on a certain prince?

The more mysterious Su Yi spoke, the more the old god-king imagined, and the more he imagined, the more unfathomable Su Yi seemed.

Su Yi didn't think that much about it; she only wanted to leak some information about the future empress's ascension to the throne in exchange for a teleportation opportunity to Yongzhou.

But Su Yi didn't expect, or rather, she didn't expect at all, how many chain reactions a single piece of news would trigger.

One thinks too much, the other thinks too little.

After a moment of silence, the elderly man and the young man spoke up: "Human ethics and moral principles are the way of Heaven, and a sage with virtue will naturally emerge in accordance with the will of Heaven!"

The old fox spoke shrewdly, never uttering a word, and attributed everything to fate.

He doesn't want to take any risks, yet he wants to get something for nothing. What a cunning old fox!

Su Yi smiled on the surface, cursing inwardly, but still said mysteriously, "Those involved are often confused, while bystanders see things clearly. The sixth princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty is currently cultivating in my Luoxia Immortal Sect."

When Ling Yao joined the Luoxia Immortal Sect, the old man already knew about it when Ling Yao set foot in the Southwest Road.

This was also due to the secret care of the old man, otherwise, how could a child who had never cultivated have smoothly traveled from the capital thousands of miles away to Qingzhou?

But in the eyes of the old man, Ling Yao was too young, and being a girl, she was destined to be ineligible for the position of a saint.

But Su Yi's next words made the old man take her seriously. Su Yi blinked and said:

"I have heard that in the eight hundred years since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, only the legitimate heirs have been established, and not those of concubines!"