"No chance." Zhu An ruthlessly gave a negative answer while holding the Nine Refined Blood Infant Pill.
"You and I are a teacher and a student, and the last thing I can do is give you a little dignity."
"Hehehe..." A sad and gloomy chuckle sounded.
King Changling's face was a little red at first, then gradually became red, and now it is completely red, as if he was drunk.
When he looked up again, his eyes were filled with bright red bloodshot eyes and he was staring at Zhu An.
"Sir, you know students well - I am most afraid of death. As long as I can survive, I am not afraid of anything else. I dare to try anything."
"I have even considered the possibility of the Human Emperor taking action."
"Now that the Human Emperor is not here, it is up to you, sir, to judge how well the students have prepared..."
King Changling raised his head, his face looked like a red ghost, and his snow-white hair was fluttering in the wind.
Blood-colored fire flowed out from his two eye sockets, like a red viper spitting out a message, dancing wantonly in the void, burning blazingly.
The entire room was flooded with a miserable red light.
In the blazing smelly wind, King Changling stood up and tore open the scholar's robe that he had worn for countless years, revealing his severely deformed body. Each rib pierced the skin and bent out, as if ferocious tree roots were wrapped around his chest. .
"Sir, did you see it?" His voice was hoarse and dull, as if he was struggling to suppress violent impulses.
"I polished my body with demon pills, endured severe pain every day, and worked hard to gain this strength. It was all just to survive - why did you take it away?"
At the top of the quiet room, a large piece of wall automatically opened, and hundreds of hollow copper tubes stretched out.
Thick purple-black blood flowed out of the tube and merged into the steaming red flames, making a crackling sound, making the swaying firelight darker and more eerie.
In King Changling's hand, a short cyan blade appeared at some point. The cold light between the blades flickered endlessly like little stars.
The terrifying body that looked like a withered ghost walked in the blood and fire, slowly approaching Zhu An, and the boundless ominous power came overwhelmingly.
"My sword is unstoppable in the imperial realm."
"Sir, it's too late to regret it now."
Amidst the strange and harsh roar, a cold light suddenly rose up, shining through the blood-red sky like thunder.
At the same time, it also illuminated Zhu An's calm face and compassionate eyes.
"Why bother?"
The roar of King Changling suddenly stopped——
…
Squeak.
In the dark quiet room, the window suddenly opened, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell gently, bringing a touch of warmth. The birds chirping on the trees outside could be heard faintly, light and pleasant.
King Changling sat on the chair and Zhu An stood by the window.
The conflict just now seemed to have never happened, as if the two of them had only been talking face to face.
Prince Changling, who has snow-white beard and hair, has his lowered eyebrows swaying slightly in the evening breeze. His face is lined with wrinkles, hiding deep fatigue.
He was wearing a brand new scholar's robe, with a look of loneliness on his face, and sighed:
"Is the Emperor Realm really that strong?"
"It's a pity that I'm only one step away."
Feeling the refreshing breeze blowing on his face, Zhu An put the hat on again and corrected himself:
"You are more than one step behind. When a body refiner no longer believes in his own body, but puts his hope in external objects, he will no longer be able to break through the limit."
"Your heart has become a bottleneck that limits your potential."
After that, he bent down, picked up the dusty bamboo slip from the corner of the bookshelf on the wall, and merged it with the bamboo slip in his hand.
More than five hundred years have passed, but the handwriting on the bamboo slips is still clear——
To cultivate one's self is to correct one's mind.
King Changling looked at the bamboo slip that had been gathering dust in the corner for hundreds of years, with a complicated expression, as if annoyed and helpless, "How do I know this?"
"It would have been great if my husband had not left back then and had been by my side teaching me."
Zhu An shook his head, "Look, you're counting on me again."
King Changling was stunned, and subconsciously touched his skinny cheek, feeling dazed for a while, as if he didn't realize how ridiculous he was until today.
"Yeah, I got it all wrong."
He shook his head in frustration, completely losing his temper, and stared blankly at Zhu An by the window.
In his eyes, the young man wearing a bamboo hat seemed to have turned back into the middle-aged scholar in robes. With his back to the sunset outside the window, his whole body showed a hazy and gorgeous halo, as bright as a god.
King Changling lowered his head and looked at the identical robes he was wearing. His eyes moved slightly and he finally realized something.
In fact, my hopes have always been pinned on my husband.
However, this "sir" is not a real person, but the glorious image in his memory. When he was in desperate situation, he opened a door and waited for him to come up with a smile.
This has become a part of his mentality, and it is the spiritual motivation that allows him to embark on the path of becoming a strong man.
But when he became stronger and more proud, he thought he no longer needed Mr.
He became the child trapped in the cellar again. He could not open the door with his own strength. He was confused and desperate. In the end, he could only choose to rely on evil ways.
"So that's it."
King Changling seemed to have figured out the most complicated problem in his life. He took a long breath and finally felt relieved.
"I am so lucky to meet you in this life."
"Fortunately, sorry..."
Zhu An had already reached the door. He paused after hearing the words, and without looking back, he gently closed the door and then strode away.
…
The moon sets and the sun rises, a new day arrives.
In Changling City, firecrackers were blasting and drums were beating loudly. People gathered together to play, go shopping, and eat water banquets. Children jumped and cheered excitedly.
The old prince's 600th birthday has begun.
In a carriage parked outside the city, King Qingyang was still dressed in military uniform, sitting upright with a solemn expression.
Opposite me sat a middle-aged woman with a gentle temperament, her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed, and she explained:
"There is no shortcut to spying on memories. The only way is to possess one's mind and actively integrate into other people's memories. The biggest risk is to lose yourself."
"I myself have only lived to be over eighty years old, and the human spies you gave me are all in their forties or fifties."
"If I were to go through their memories one by one, and instill hundreds of years of life experience into them, and dominate them, I'm afraid in the end, I wouldn't even be able to tell who I am."
"Other god-refining masters would not dare to pry at will unless——"
King Qingyang was listening carefully, thinking there was something interesting, and immediately asked:
"Unless what?"
The woman covered her mouth and chuckled, blinking, "Unless you can find an old monster who has lived for thousands of years and is proficient in the art of refining gods to help you do this."
"For this kind of old monster, peeking into human memories of decades is almost like having a dream. It has no impact."
"Not only snooping, but also tampering with memories is easy."
"Now, go find it." She said, lifting the car curtain and pointing outside.
King Qingyang glared, "What do you mean?"
"Get out of the car." The woman said matter-of-factly, "I'm here to celebrate my birthday, and you're here to stir up trouble. How dare I go into the city with you?"
King Qingyang snorted and jumped out of the car. The powerful spiritual energy immediately enveloped him, lifting him into the sky and quickly heading towards the palace.
There were many practitioners nearby who raised their heads and said in surprise:
"Who is so bold as to fly around on the old prince's birthday?"
"Hush - that seems to be King Qingyang."
"Oh, I didn't see anything then."
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, King Qingyang flew to the door of Prince Changling's Mansion and shouted in a deep voice:
"Qingyang Renxuan, come to congratulate King Changling on his birthday!"
"Old prince, come out and talk."
There was an uproar below, and the housekeeper of the Song Mansion quickly opened the door and begged King Qingyang in the air to come in directly.
King Qingyang ignored them and still hung in the air, his eyes getting brighter and brighter, and the fighting spirit in his heart seemed to be boiling.
The less it comes out, the more problematic it is.
Originally it was just a question, but now it seems that a fight might not be a bad idea!
"Old prince, if something happens and I can't get out of it, I will go in and find you."
After waiting for a moment and receiving no response, he sneered and decided to force his way into the inner courtyard of the palace.
At this moment, a long cry sounded from the horizon:
"His Majesty the Human Emperor has arrived——"
Thousands of feet of rays of light reflected the sky, and there was a dragon chariot in the sky, so majestic it came from the wind...
