The storm was about to come, but Jiang Ping'an's stunning performance did not bring much confidence to the people.
Everyone thinks that Jiang Ping'an is only very strong in this realm. He is cursed and cannot continue to comprehend high-level laws.
If you follow the path of pure physical cultivation, you are destined to be unable to fight against the powerful laws.
The most physically powerful race in the world, the Barbarians, although they do not understand the Law, they possess the power of the totem, which also contains the power of the Law.
Jiang Ping'an's creation of 360 souls caused some sensation and set a precedent.
However, after learning that they needed to follow the path of his creation in order to create many souls, those strong men who still wanted to study how to create multiple souls gave up this idea.
In order to gain more energy, a fool is willing to take a road with no future at all.
Although Jiang Ping'an has taken three steps on this road, at best he can only compete with the Void Refining Realm.
Unless Jiang Ping'an can cultivate to the point where he can compete with a strong person in the Tribulation Stage, no one is willing to try this difficult path.
The path of a normal monk is very difficult, and Jiang Ping'an's path is even more difficult.
It is necessary to master many techniques, such as "Zangyu Technique", "Star Pulling Technique", and "Human Emperor's Heart Sutra: Acupuncture Points".
Jiang Pingan's path is destined to be short-lived. No one is willing to practice unless they have to.
Deep inside the palace of the Daqian Dynasty.
In an ordinary small courtyard.
Qian Huanrou was wearing a simple coat, sitting in front of the stone table. From the back, she could see the perfect curves. Although her cultivation level had fallen, she still exuded the temperament of a superior person.
Slender fingers gently swayed the teacup, pushing a cup of brewed tea to Jiang Ping'an.
"This tea is poured from the five-color sacred spring. It is very rare and can speed up the recovery of injuries."
"Thank you, senior."
Although he didn't know what the Five-Color Divine Spring was, it was definitely good stuff. Jiang Ping'an took the tea and took a sip. His injuries from the law quickly recovered.
Jiang Ping'an's eyes lit up slightly. This tea is good. I'll take a piece later.
"What are you going to call the third realm?" Qian Huanrou asked softly.
"I haven't decided what to call it yet. What do you think it should be called, senior?" Jiang Ping'an thought of a few names, but he didn't feel very good about it.
Qian Huanrou pondered slightly, "Create the Yuan Shen with 360 acupoints. Three hundred and sixty is generally regarded as a perfect week, which is called the Tianyuan realm, okay?"
"good."
Without Qian Huanrou's careful teaching for a year, Jiang Ping'an would not be what he is now. He thanked Qian Huanrou for his guidance and wanted to be in the Qian acupoint realm, but he always felt that something was wrong.
Let’s call it Tianyuan Realm.
Fengling Realm, Huangji Realm, Tianyuan Realm.
Before I knew it, I had taken three steps.
Qian Huanrou asked: "Other souls can comprehend the law on their own. Can the soul you created do the same?"
"Can."
Jiang Pingan took a sip of tea.
Qian Huanrou took a breath, and there was a hint of emotion in her voice, "Can all three hundred and sixty souls realize it on their own?"
"Yeah." Jiang Ping'an nodded.
Gan Huanrou, who had always been calm, was heart-beating at this moment, extremely shocked.
Three hundred and sixty souls can cultivate, which is equivalent to saving three hundred and sixty times the time for enlightenment!
This is a very scary number. One year of his cultivation is comparable to 360 years of cultivation for others!
As other monks improve their realm, their improvement speed will become slower and slower. However, Jiang Ping'an's path seems to be that the higher the realm, the faster the cultivation.
Qian Huanrou originally didn't have hope for this path, but now it seems like it has a lot to offer.
She began to think about how to remove the curse on Jiang Ping'an.
If this curse can be lifted and she can create this path with Jiang Pingan, her name may be left in the long river of history.
"Great-grandmother, great-grandson is here to pay homage!"
Outside the door, Prince Qianyu clasped his fists in salute, his face looking very ugly.
"Enter."
The dry, soft red lips are lightly parted.
Qian Yu stepped into the small courtyard and when his eyes fell on Jiang Pingan, he was full of unwillingness and shame.
Finally, he knelt in front of Qian Huanrou and said, "The great-grandson admits that Jiang Ping'an is very good, and the great-grandson cannot compare with him."
"I hope my great-grandmother will be kind and don't let my great-grandson call Jiang Ping'an great-grandfather!"
In this realm, Qian Yu felt inferior. He knew without any competition that he could not compare to Jiang Ping'an.
But it's hard to say that you call a person of your generation your great-grandfather.
Qian Yu came here to beg for mercy. Even if he could not prevent the two from becoming Taoist couples, he could at least not address each other verbally and leave some dignity for himself.
When the maids outside the door heard this, they froze in place as if struck by lightning.
Jiang Pingan...great-grandfather...
What's happening here?
Could it be that Jiang Ping'an is the Taoist companion of the Supreme Emperor?
If this were true, it would be crazy.
How could a person as high as the Supreme Emperor like Jiang Ping'an?
Is it because Jiang Ping'an has many souls?
The maids immediately pricked up their ears and held their breath, for fear of missing any important information.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince..."
Jiang Ping'an didn't want to continue to lie like this. He was about to explain the situation, but he didn't know that Gan Huanrou's leg kicked him and interrupted him.
Qian Huanrou put down the tea cup and said to Jiang Ping'an: "In the future, when there are no outsiders, just call him Xiaoyu. He is your great-grandson."
Jiang Ping'an: "..."
Qian Yu clenched his fists, as if a mountain was pressing on his chest.
Jiang Ping'an quickly sent a message to Qian Huanrou, "Senior, it's a bit bad to continue to lie like this."
Anyone else would not be able to accept that his friend had become his great-grandfather.
"There's nothing wrong with it. This kid is lazy by nature and too playful. If you don't put some pressure on him, he won't work hard."
Qian Huanrou took a sip of tea lightly.
"But your reputation..."
"If it can be exchanged for Xiaoyu's growth and increase the combat power of the Daqian Dynasty, it will be worth it."
Qian Huanrou continued to say to Qian Yu: "Get up, you don't have to call Ping An your great-grandfather, but you must respect him."
"It's...great-grandmother."
Qian Yu stood up and glanced at Jiang Ping'an viciously.
It seems to be saying: Wait, wait until you reach the Void Refining Realm, and see how I teach you a lesson.
He took brother Jiang Ping'an, but the other party kidnapped his great-grandmother!
Qian Yu suppressed the negative emotions in his heart and said:
"Great-grandmother, there are people gathering outside the palace now, putting pressure on us, saying that Jiang Ping'an should be handed over to the Sky-Swallowing Crocodile Clan to prevent the Sky-Swallowing Crocodile Clan from bearing a grudge against our Daqian Dynasty."
Hearing this, Qian Huanrou frowned slightly.
To actually give a hero to an enemy in exchange for forgiveness is something only a loser would do.
If your spine is broken, you will never stand up again.
"There must be someone behind it? Drive them away."
Although doing this may cause some bad effects and affect the prestige of the royal family, there is no other way.
Jiang Ping'an stood up and said: "I went to see it myself. Many people don't understand. Just explain it to them and they will understand."
Qian Huanrou shook his head, "They just listen to many things without you explaining them."
"Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many rumors and so many contradictions in the world."
These guys who are afraid of death are afraid of death no matter what, which is unreasonable.
"I don't think so. I think everyone listens to advice." Jiang Ping'an smiled slightly.
Qian Huanrou sighed silently. This Jiang Ping'an was obsessed with cultivation, had not experienced many things, had shortcomings in his character, and was too naive.
Qian Huanrou did not stop him and said softly: "There should be many killers in the city. For your safety, I asked Xiaoshan to accompany you."
After half a stick of incense, Qian Wanshan followed Jiang Pingan out of the imperial city with a dark face.
The majestic Emperor of the Daqian Dynasty, the leader of one of the top forces in the world of cultivation, was actually sent to protect an outsider.
But Qian Wanshan didn't dare to say anything. This was his great-grandmother's order.
He almost suspected that his great-grandmother really had something to do with Jiang Ping'an.
As soon as I walked out of the palace and came to the city wall, I heard noisy shouts from outside.
"Jiang Ping'an can't stay. If the Sky-Swallowing Crocodile Clan rises, our Daqian Dynasty will be the first to be unlucky!"
"Yes, Jiang Ping'an is not from our Daqian Dynasty, so what if we hand him over?"
"I don't think we can hand him over. Jiang Pingan helped us, so how can we hand him over? This is too unethical."
"The Sky-Swallowing Crocodile tribe has dominated the ancient times for an era. Do you want to offend such a behemoth? Are you going to go to the battlefield? Anyway, I don't want to fight with the Sky-Swallowing Crocodile."
Many monks asked the royal family to hand over Jiang Pingan. Although there were different voices, these voices were suppressed.
