Longevity Palace.
Emperor Jiaming's face was livid, and when he saw the news coming from Zhongzhou, a flash of light flashed in his hand, and the communication token was torn into pieces. Then the true energy in his body was stirred, and all the fragments were turned into fly ash.
When Huang Daban saw this scene, his whole body trembled, his knees softened and he knelt on the ground, not daring to raise his head for a long time.
"Daban, do you think King Lu deserves to die?"
Emperor Jiaming asked, his voice dull.
"This slave thinks that if the Holy One wants him to die, he should die. If the Holy One thinks that he should not die, then he should not die."
Huang Daban knelt down, lowered his head and answered softly.
"Sigh... You are still so cautious. I want to ask your sincerity this time."
Emperor Jiaming let out a rare sigh.
"This slave doesn't know His Majesty's will. His sin deserves death. Please forgive His sin!"
Huang Daban lay on the ground, tapping his forehead repeatedly, making a "bang bang" sound on the ground.
"Okay, stop kowtowing."
Emperor Jiaming waved his hand helplessly, and then said: "It is my decree that King Zhao Zi of Lu has committed many evil deeds and is too numerous to write down. His imperial status has been abolished, and his remaining family members have been demoted to common people."
"We will also work with the governor of Zhongzhou to personally investigate the case of King Lu, and everyone involved will be severely punished!"
"Yes, I will go and deliver the order right away."
Huang Daban received the order and was about to go out.
"Wait!"
Emperor Jiaming called Huang Daban back.
"Daban, what do you think if I canonize that Dragon-riding Martial Saint as the Martial Saint of Protecting the Country?"
Emperor Jiaming's face was calm, and he had obviously thought about it for a long time, but he was still a little undecided.
"The Protector of the Country Martial Saint?"
"Your Majesty, you must not do this!"
Although Huang Daban was naughty, he had to express his attitude before such a big event.
"Why not?"
Emperor Jiaming asked.
"Your Majesty, since the founding of Daxuan, there have only been two Martial Saints to protect the country. One is Taizu and the other is Emperor Xuanming. Since then, there has been no Martial Saint to protect the country."
"Even the few true immortals from foreign races who have appeared have never been named true immortals protecting the country."
"The origin of this Martial Saint is unknown. If he becomes a Martial Saint to protect the country and then does harm to Daxuan, the consequences will be disastrous!"
"Moreover, if we do it on our own without the consent of this Martial Saint, will it be..."
Huang Daban persuaded him repeatedly with a sincere expression.
He left the second half of the sentence unfinished to save some face for Emperor Jiaming.
We can't just say that if we offend the Dragon Riding Martial Saint, we can't live without it.
Emperor Jiaming's mind was racing, and after a while, he slowly said: "I understand, you can go down first."
As Huang Daban left, only Emperor Jiaming was left in the huge Longevity Palace, rubbing his temples, with a calm expression and his mind spinning.
After all, King Lu was a member of the Daxuan royal family. The Dragon Riding Martial Saint did not give any warning in advance, nor did he explain afterwards.
It can be said that even Emperor Jiaming's underwear was almost torn off.
However, Emperor Jiaming dared not speak out in anger. Although his strength was equivalent to that of a true immortal, if he borrowed Daxuan's luck fighting method, his longevity would be reduced when the luck of the country backfired.
He was unwilling to use all his strength unless absolutely necessary.
Moreover, this Dragon-riding Martial Saint can kill the true form of the Buffalo Demon Immortal. His strength is no longer the half-step Martial Saint he was when he killed the Ghost Immortal's clone. He has completely reached the level of a Martial Saint.
Even Emperor Jiaming was afraid of three points.
Therefore, there is no trace of blame in the imperial edict.
He even wanted to please He Ping'an and made him a Martial Saint to protect the country, taking this opportunity to meet him.
But the time was indeed not yet ripe at this time, so Emperor Jiaming had no choice but to give up.
I had previously ordered the Dragon Guard to search for news about the Dragon-riding Martial Saint. Not to mention three days, no useful news had been found after such a long time.
This Dragon-riding Martial Saint seemed to appear and disappear suddenly, and the dragon never saw its end.
"We need to speed up the drug testing!"
"Only when your strength breaks through to the Transcendence Realm, can you truly extend your life and compete with these Transcendence Realm experts!"
Emperor Jiaming took a long breath and sent a message to Tang Wang Zhao Zhong.
In fact, Emperor Jiaming still had some discrepancies in his estimate of He Pingan's strength. He Pingan's strength at this time should be able to reach 80% of the strength of a real martial saint.
Because the bison demon fairy has not fully returned to its peak, its strength can only reach about 80% of its peak.
...
At Mao o'clock on the second day, He Ping'an finished breakfast and went out to go on duty.
During this period, the business of Xiancao Tang was booming. He Ping'an went to a private camp outside the city to recruit two children aged thirteen or fourteen to serve as medicine boys. This barely relieved Hong Xifei's pressure.
Walking on the street, He Pingan discovered that many monks riding snake-like spiritual beasts appeared along the way.
Even in the sky, two monks riding spiritual beasts occasionally passed by, and they were actually riding dragon spiritual beasts.
This was rarely seen before.
Most monks either ride in the clouds or use various magic weapons, or ride spiritual beasts, mostly cranes or dragons and horses.
It is rare to see someone riding a python or a dragon.
"Brother, why are there so many people riding snake-like spiritual beasts today?"
He Ping'an curiously grabbed a monk riding a giant python passing by and asked.
"You don't even know this?"
"You've always heard of the Dragon Riding Martial Saint, right?"
The monk glanced disdainfully at He Pingan, who was walking on two legs.
"Yeah, I've heard a little bit about it."
He Ping'an nodded and said, since he killed the buffalo demon in Zhongzhou, Emperor Jiaming summoned the world that day to recount King Lu's sins and highly praised the Dragon Riding Martial Saint.
There have been more and more rumors about the Dragon-riding Martial Saint in the past few days.
Once the Dragon Riding Martial Saint appears, something big will happen.
First, kill the Ghost Immortal clone, frighten away the Gu Immortal, kill King Lu, and destroy the Demon Immortal. Each of these is an earth-shattering event.
However, this Dragon-riding Martial Saint did not appear just yesterday. When he killed the Ghost Immortal clone and frightened away the Gu Immortal before, he did not see such a big reaction from the Xuanyang cultivator.
"You don't know this!"
"This Dragon Riding Martial Saint was in Yanzhou before, and the information was not available, so not many people knew about it."
"Later on, we only fought with Gu Immortal from a distance, and not many people saw it."
"It wasn't until yesterday that everyone really saw the style of the Dragon Riding Martial Saint."
The snake-riding monk spoke eloquently.
He Pingan nodded and said that he knew something. After all, the previous portrait of Master Wang was too expensive and not widely circulated.
But after the battle with the demon fairy yesterday, because he was close to Lu County, many photo beads recorded the battle between the two sides.
But he still couldn't completely dispel his doubts.
It wasn't until the end that the monk finally told the truth: "There are no real dragons in Daxuan, and you don't have the strength to catch a real dragon in the outside world to use as a mount..."
So in the beginning, the most fashionable thing for Xuanyang monks to wear was a Taoist robe, but this thing was too common, almost everyone had it, and it couldn't improve their skills at all.
However, yesterday, being stimulated by the Dragon-riding Martial Saint, some people thought, Daxuan does not have dragons, but there are dragons.
Jiaolong, Jiaolong, Jiaolong is also a dragon!
However, the general strength of dragons is at the third level, and only the third level monks dare to catch them.
What should a monk who wants to improve his skills but lacks strength do?
So, another monk started thinking.
As the saying goes, an eel becomes a snake, a snake becomes a python, a python becomes a dragon, and a dragon becomes a dragon...
The dragons are all dragons, so the python can also be considered a dragon, right?
So overnight, Xuanyang set off a trend of riding a dragon and riding a python.
After explaining this, the python-riding monk walked away impatiently. Before leaving, he gave He Ping'an a arrogant look.
If you don't even ride a snake, you are destined not to fit into the circle of high-level monks...
