"You're transported to another world at the same time? What the hell is King Arthur?"

After learning from Chen Pingping what his mother, Ye Qingmei, had done back then, Fan Xian was utterly bewildered. After all, whether it was the Crown Prince or a prince, they were the elite of ancient feudal society, and could be killed at will.

Moreover, the Empress Dowager was the Emperor's mother.

The other party's gift of a white silk ribbon was a clear warning, but Ye Qingmei not only returned it but also hung it above the other party's bedside. Wouldn't that scare the other party half to death?

That's incredible!

Fan Xian was filled with emotion.

Zhang Tian, ​​standing to the side, inwardly scoffed, because these things were nothing compared to what Ye Qingmei did later.

If Ye Qingmei were just fooling around, it wouldn't matter as long as Grandmaster Wu Zhu was protecting her. But she was too ambitious. She actually wanted to restrain imperial power, to make the emperor be punished the same as the common people, and to transform this ancient society into a society where everyone is equal.

This was true in ancient times.

This is absolutely earth-shattering!

Even if Emperor Qing didn't kill her, Ye Qingmei would one day die at the hands of someone else.

After all, there's a saying that goes, "Before practicing martial arts and becoming an official, we are equal. But if I achieve mastery of martial arts and become a high-ranking official, and we are still equal, then wouldn't I have practiced martial arts and become a high-ranking official for nothing?"

"In modern society, it is true that everyone is equal. No one can be above the people, and no one's voice can drown out the voice of the people."

"That was bought with the blood and lives of countless martyrs!"

You are just a person.

"And he's not even a Grandmaster."

"Trying to change the whole world? That's a bit of a pipe dream."

Compared to Ye Qingmei, Zhang Tian was more inclined to believe in his teacher's ideas, namely that only through force could political power emerge, and only by becoming a Grandmaster and then the Emperor would he have the right to change things he considered undesirable.

Instead of supporting princes.

Instead of something like having a child through a father's arrangement.

"A grandmaster indeed..."

Zhang Tian's desire for power grew stronger.

On the other side...

The argument between Chen Pingping and Wu Zhu also came to an end, because they were eventually persuaded by Fan Xian, who wanted to take revenge on those behind the scenes in his own way.

Because Fan Xian is not without options; he still has people he cares about. One is the old lady of the Fan family in Danzhou, and the other is the Fan family in the capital. He can't bear to let either Fan Jian or Fan Ruoruo die or be put in danger.

He also wants to marry his chicken leg girl!

Like a victorious rooster, Chen Pingping proudly raised his head towards Wu Zhu, then turned to Fan Xian and said, "Could you see me off?"

Fan Xian hesitated for a moment, then came up behind Chen Pingping and pushed the wheelchair that shouldn't exist in this era, pushing the other party away from the Fan residence.

The two walked in silence for a while.

We walked a long distance.

Chen Pingping spoke up, reminding him, "Although that little fellow is Teng Zijing's apprentice and one of my Observation Bureau members, I still have to warn you to be careful."

Fan Xian frowned. "What do you mean?"

"His talent is too great."

Chen Pingping had never seen anyone with such exaggerated talent as Zhang Tian. "I have investigated him. He has only been practicing martial arts for a few years since he was born an orphan. He is only fourteen or fifteen years old, but he can already spar with Lao Wu. He has a long time to grow. Once he becomes a grandmaster, your little favors will not be able to win him over. He is also someone you cannot control."

Fan Xian thought it was something serious.

His expression was initially quite serious.

He was immediately amused, "Me, control him?"

He burst into laughter, "Let him stay if he wants, or let him leave if he doesn't. I'm not some emperor, nor some heartless capitalist, why should I care so much?"

After we get our revenge.

I'll find a place to live in seclusion.

Living by the sea, enjoying the scenery, and having a well-behaved and sensible daughter—isn't that wonderful?

He also hoped to share in Zhang Bairen's good fortune, so he placed it on the table for worship, which was much more reliable than worshipping the God of Wealth.

Chen Pingping fell silent. After all, in his view, Zhang Tian was someone who could become a Grandmaster. No matter where he was or who he was, they would try every means to control him.

So he reminded Fan Xian that he was afraid Zhang Tian would be poached by someone else, or that he would be powerful but not authoritative, causing the other party to lose respect and control. But Fan Xian reacted in this way...

"You and your mother... are really different!"

Ye Qingmei back then.

Like a fairy descended from heaven.

Walking through the world, I couldn't bear to see those people suffering from extreme hardship and hunger, and I was determined to save them from their suffering.

And what about Fan Xian?

Just like the name Ye Qingmei gave him before her death, his personality was so nonchalant, as if she had expected it all along. Her guess was too accurate.

Chen Pingping has left.

Fan Xian immediately returned to inquire about his Uncle Wu Zhu, asking, "Where have you been all this time?"

He originally thought the other party was near the capital.

So they had Wang Qinian spread the news.

Several days passed.

The other party just arrived.

"I went to Jiangnan, hoping to recall some memories about the key, but I couldn't remember. The key is likely in two places: one is in the palace, and the other might be in Taiping Villa."

Before Ye Qingmei passed away.

A mysterious box was left behind.

Inside are the other person's belongings.

Wu Zhu kept trying to figure out how to open it, but he just couldn't remember where the key was.

This immediately put Fan Xian in a difficult position. "The key is inside the palace? That's going to be troublesome. There's a Grandmaster inside the palace. Maybe I should go and inquire..."

He was just about to suggest inquiring about Taiping Villa.

But he was suddenly interrupted by Zhang Tian, ​​who was standing to the side.

"I can help the Grandmaster of the Imperial Palace."

These words were spoken.

This immediately astonished Fan Xian. "Heavens, have you lost your mind? That eunuch surnamed Hong is a genuine Grandmaster! You said today that a Grandmaster is far beyond the reach of a ninth-rank official!"

"I'm just helping out in secret. With this expert you invited, the chances of successfully luring the enemy away are very high."

Zhang Tian was ostensibly trying to find a solution for Fan Xian.

In reality, my heart was racing.

Because he suddenly realized that this might be a very good opportunity, that the so-called Hong Sixiang was not a real grandmaster, but just a top-level ninth-rank expert.

Only when a Grandmaster attacks.

Only then will they receive the infusion of Emperor Qing's domineering true energy, instantly becoming a half-step Grandmaster comparable to a Grandmaster, and gaining Grandmaster-level combat power for a short period of time.

Previously, when Si Gu Jian came to seek revenge, and even later when Ku He was at Da Dong Shan, he was intimidated by Hong Si Xiang, thinking that the other party was a grandmaster.

This shows how formidable Hong Sixiang was.

But the more powerful the opponent is...

Zhang Tianyue became increasingly excited, because the cultivation technique Hong Sixiang practiced was none other than that! Overbearing True Qi!

They share the same roots.

It is the most suitable nourishment for advancing to the Grandmaster level.

Wu Zhu tilted his head and glanced at Zhang Tian. He was innocent and naturally didn't suspect Zhang Tian. He simply asked Zhang Tian a question.

"Do you know the Four-Sided Sword Technique?"

"I know a little bit."

I just learned this from Shadow.

Wu Zhu nodded in satisfaction: "Okay."

Si Gu Jian! Let him take the blame again!