Fairy Garden.
Lingxiao Palace.
A majestic figure that seems to sit on the throne of the palace forever.
Still as before, quietly looking at the world in the distance.
Above the nine heavens, the top of the immortals.
"His Majesty……"
The old man with white beard bowed quietly and stood below, as if he had something to say.
However.
For a long time, he did not get a response from the Holy Lord.
"Your Majesty..." The white-bearded old man sighed slightly and said in his heart: "Your Majesty seems to have forgotten, completely forgotten... that child is 'her' son..."
for a long time.
There was still silence above.
The old man felt helpless.
He could only bow and slowly retreat.
"Taibai..."
The majestic voice made the old man's figure suddenly freeze.
"His Majesty."
The white-bearded old man turned around and bowed his head deeply.
"You said...after this incident, how about letting him serve as an official in the court and take charge of justice...?"
The white-bearded old man froze, and his expression flashed with astonishment.
Then he bowed deeply again.
"Your Majesty is so powerful that I dare not say anything."
A deep chill suddenly rose in his heart.
Since the Holy Lord cast his gaze towards the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, his thoughts have become increasingly difficult to see through.
Let Yang Gang enter the court with a resolute temperament and take charge of the judiciary... It turns out that His Majesty has not forgotten those past events, but that he has a plan in mind.
He counted nine heavens and ten earths.
What is being planned is the human world, the extremes of the earth, the top of the immortals, the three realms of heaven, earth and man!
a long time.
There was no more sound from above.
The white-bearded old man understood that what the Holy Lord wanted to say had already been said.
His thoughts were not at all on this small holy city, nor on this world where worldly desires formed a huge web.
Nine heavens and ten earths, reincarnation of the sea of suffering, one hundred and thirty-six million kalpas... As the only person who knows a little about the situation of the Holy Lord, the old man understands the figure in the Lingxiao Palace at this moment.
It's just one of its billions of thoughts, just a small projection.
When the Holy King makes a move, he only looks at the final result.
"Three days later, the debate will begin."
The old man walked out of the palace, looked at the prosperous Holy Capital City, and sighed slightly in his heart, "We still need to satisfy him this time before he can agree to enter the Immortal Dynasty and enjoy the offerings!"
"Filial piety moves the heavens, and Qingyun canonize the gods. Now that child is indeed qualified to hold important positions."
"Is this what His Majesty the Holy King meant?" the old man speculated in his mind.
The Sacred Heart is as deep as the sky and as deep as the sea.
As the person closest to His Majesty the Holy King, the old man felt that he had never penetrated a trace of his thoughts in his life.
——
"no, do not want!"
"No—!" Yang Tianyou clutched his head tightly and rolled on the ground in pain.
Everyone around him couldn't help but be stunned.
Just now... what did Yang Gang say to Yang Tianyou?
It actually caused such a huge stimulation to him!
Han Xiang looked at Yang Gang with scarlet eyes, and couldn't help but a trace of worry flashed in his eyes.
He stepped forward and gently held his hand, and a ray of cold lunar moonlight power flowed into Yang Gang's body like a clear spring.
A soft voice sounded in his ears: "Did you just...infect his soul with your own soul?"
"Aunt~~~"
Yang Gang was slightly startled, and his mind, which was almost crazy with desire, seemed to clear up a little.
Feeling the power of Taiyin coming from Han Xiang's body, he understood that it was her fault.
A glimmer of light flashed in the demon-like eyes, and he turned around and said slightly gratefully: "Thank you, aunt. You are right, I infected his soul with my soul."
"Why?"
Hanxiang was a little confused, "Do you know the consequences of doing this?"
She didn't understand where Yang Gang learned the skills that could infect other people's souls.
What I don’t understand even more is, what’s the point of Yang Gang doing this?
Apart from making Yang Tianyou feel pain for a few days and deepening his hatred, it seemed to have no other purpose.
For cultivators in the realm of Yuanshen, unless the Yuanshen is severely injured when leaving the body, the Yuanshen locked within the spiritual platform is actually not that easy to be harmed.
This is the way to injure the enemy by one thousand and injure oneself by three thousand.
"Don't worry, aunt, I have my own plans for doing this." Yang Gang shook Han Xiang's hand and whispered in her ear.
"Yes. Auntie believes in you."
Han Xiang subconsciously hid her ears, and her breath was a little disordered.
"Let's go."
Yang Gang took Han Xiang's hand, turned around and walked towards the shop.
Halfway through.
He paused, let go of Han Xiang's hand, and bowed his head to the many old immortals of Qingyun Pavilion on the roof: "Thank you all seniors for helping me today. I will never forget your kindness in saving my mother in this life!"
The implication.
This is a great favor that can never be repaid.
"Hahaha"
All the old immortals in Qingyun Pavilion laughed loudly.
"We are all old guys who are approaching the end of our lives. We have nothing else to ask for. For the rest of our lives, I will only look forward to you guys. If you can become the ancestors, you will have no regrets in your life!"
Say it.
The figures disappeared one by one and turned into streams of light towards Qingyun Pavilion in the north of the city.
The children of the Yang family quickly helped Yang Tianyou, the loyal uncle, and hurried home, all of them looking heavy.
Only the people in the Ministry of Rites and Dali Temple were left looking at each other.
"Master Gao, what should we do?" asked the Minister of Dali Temple.
"Oh... find some people first, wait three days and then..."
Gao Chun, the Minister of Rites, accidentally fell on the Zhenbao Pavilion and saw a figure looking upstairs, "Hey, this attic is nice! How about we borrow this Zhenbao Pavilion for temporary use these days?"
"good idea!"
Jingzhao Yin and Liu Quan high-fived in agreement, then raised his head high and said proudly: "Hey, the director of Zhenbao Pavilion. Come down! Stop hiding, our family has seen you a long time ago!"
"Sir..." The director of Zhenbao Pavilion suddenly cried with sadness.
Zhenbao Pavilion is about to become the battlefield of this 'debate of reason and law'. Three days later... won't even the foundation be flattened by that demonic sword?
And at this time.
Outside the inner city of Shengjing Xianting, there is a stretch of towering buildings.
Temples, fairy palaces, pavilions.
The eight divisions in heaven are stationed there.
Fire Temple.
Master Yuan Tianshi of Qingyun Pavilion is having tea with Lord Huode.
Master Yuan Tianshi is dressed in green clothes and has an aura as deep as the abyss.
He was sitting at the table and was making tea.
The Lord Huode on the opposite side was like a ball of fireworks, gathering and dispersing. Only when he raised the tea cup, he turned into a human form. In the fire cloud behind him, swords, wheels, smoke, seals, pots and other fire magic weapons loomed.
The two immortals drank tea quietly without saying a word, but their eyes seemed to see through the void, witnessing Yang Gang turning his head again and again to drink away everyone from Dali Temple, the Ministry of Rites, and the Ministry of Fire.
Like a rising star, it illuminates this holy city.
at last.
What Yang Gang said to Yang Tianyou also floated into their ears like a breeze.
Yuan Tianshi moved his hand lightly, but found that there was no water in the pot.
The water seemed to have been drank up by the two of them, and it seemed to have been dried by the endless fire energy. There was no drop left.
The great master of Qingyun Pavilion smiled slightly.
The teapot landed softly on the table.
He said softly: "Since there is no tea today, Yuan will not nag about the Immortal in Flames."
"Please."
Lord Huode Shenjun raised his palm to see off the guests, still sitting upright at the table.
"Goodbye." Yuan Tianshi nodded.
"Goodbye."
Lord Huode Shen nodded calmly.
Looking at Yuan Tianshi who stood up lightly and left slowly, his eyes seemed to have two flames burning.
"The battle between the eight tribes, the fall of Qingyun... After waiting for tens of millions of years, the three realms of heaven, earth and man are finally going to be in chaos!"
"The rise and fall of the calamity must begin with Yang Gang... Your Majesty the Holy Lord."
——
The night gradually deepens.
Today's cold moon is like a shy daughter's house, hiding in the clouds without showing its head.
Yang Gang and Han Xiang were sitting in the room, comforting Lan Caiyi, who was frightened today, and watching her gradually fall asleep.
"Yang Tianyou's appearance today seems to have stimulated Cai Yi quite a bit." Han Xiang said quietly.
"Does Auntie know what happened to them back then?"
Yang Gang looked at Han Xiang and asked.
"I don't know."
Hanxiang shook his head.
"Your mother and I were sisters from the previous life. In this life, I awakened early in my previous life and practiced in a hidden place outside the world. By chance, I received the edict from the Holy King and entered the mortal world to experience it, only then did I realize that Caiyi has a calamity in this life. "
"Then I took Yang Chan's kid as my disciple, thinking I could take care of him. However... the flies in the world are more filthy than I thought, and I haven't been able to help him in the past few years."
A trace of shame flashed across Han Xiang's face.
"Auntie, you don't have to say that."
Yang Gang shook his head and said: "After you appeared, the situation of our mother and son has not improved, but it has not become worse. Without your deterrence, I am afraid... there would have been two more unnamed tombs in the barren mountains outside the Holy Capital. "
"Do you think..." Han Xiang's eyes flashed, "There is something fishy about the situation between you mother and son?"
"right."
Yang Gang nodded slightly.
He muttered: "My life experience, my mother's identity...may be the source of all this. Of course, the culprit of everything is the former Zhongyong Hou, Yang Tianyou."
"Without his acquiescence, how could the Yang family oppress our mother and son like this?"
"What do you think?" Hanxiang asked.
Han Xiang really didn't understand that even if Lan Caiyi went crazy and lost some of Yang's reputation, Yang Tianyou shouldn't have such hatred.
"On the way to Shengjing, I met some 'people'."
A sneer appeared on Yang Gang's lips, "These people alone may be enough to kill Yang Tianyou. In order to deal with 'them', I was even seriously injured and paid a price."
"But I didn't say anything. I pretended not to know and showed no signs of injury."
"Why?" Han Xiang was slightly startled and looked at Yang Gang carefully, but found no trace of injury on his body.
"I want to fish." Yang Gang said.
"Is it three days later?" Hanxiang asked curiously.
"No. I want to catch a...big fish."
Yang Gang shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice: "I want to know why my mother suffered such serious mental injuries back then. I want to know what secrets there are between our mother and son."
"I would also like to know if the blood in my body is flowing with the dirty blood of the Yang family."
"I still don't know whether there is any blood relationship between me and Yang Tianyou." As for the words of the woman in the Yang family, few people really believe it.
"What are you going to do?" Han Xiang looked slightly solemn.
"Ask Yang Tianyou directly, he will definitely not tell you."
Yang Gang said: "So in three days, I will win, but I will not completely defeat them. I will step by step... force the Yang family to death. Force them to have no choice but to force Yang Tianyou to rely on the power behind him..."
(End of chapter)
