Paranoia and fall! The world-weary young master amazes the cultivation world

The Zhaigu Festival comes quickly.

There was no sun that day, a rare cool day amid the drought.

This made the people in the city believe even more that this was a sign of the coming of the gods.

The Temple of Heaven, which took decades and countless gold to build, is located on the southeast hillside.

There stood a stone statue in the center of the altar.

With a bird's head, a human body and a snake's tail, this was the god that their Xuandu country first believed in. He did not belong to any religion, but was the ancestor of all things.

A symbol of tolerance and vitality.

The emperor who had not attended court for almost a year would not miss the sacrifice on the Zhaigu Festival.

A dozen eunuchs carried the sedan chair. The emperor was a fat old man with gray hair and dark circles under his eyes, which were cloudy and lifeless.

At first glance, it looks like the end is approaching.

Next to them, walking slowly was Yunchan, the White Lotus Goddess who had been worshipped by their Xuandu country for decades.

The White Lotus Sect was the state religion during the reign of the previous emperor, and it is the only state religion that has existed for a hundred years since the founding of Xuandu State.

"Long live the goddess!"

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

The ministers, soldiers and common people further away all knelt down in unison, their voices loud and in unison.

Li Changyan arrived early as the regent and was sitting on the side watching the scene.

half an hour.

He sneered.

These people kneeling on the ground all look pious, but who knows...

They are actually devout to the White Lotus Sect.

Or loyalty to their country?

Ning Xiyuan didn't feel anything.

As the fake high priestess of the Dark Moon Cult, she was also hiding away at this time, enjoying her leisure time.

But his eyes would fall on Ning Jin from time to time.

That power...

The power of the evil spirit always made her feel strange yet familiar.

It was at times like this that the Imperial Master would ascend to the highest point of the altar and hum unknown, ancient tunes in a mysterious language.

It's so high, and the sacrificial area is so wide.

But the national teacher's voice was strong and broad, spreading everywhere.

Ning Xiyuan withdrew his gaze, then looked up at the Imperial Master, tilting his head slightly.

"Here... there are actually monks."

Just refining qi.

However, in the mortal world, to reach the level of Qi Refining is a rare genius that is hard to come by in tens of thousands of years.

The spiritual energy here is thin, almost non-existent.

It is not a good place to practice.

[Maybe it's from the world of cultivation? ] The system's voice sounded.

Although the mortal world is too barren for monks.

but...

It never makes any comment on the question of the head of a chicken or the tail of a phoenix.

The speeches were long and boring, which seemed to be a common problem in all activities.

"See you again."

A voice sounded, and it was Yunchan who took the initiative to say hello.

The high and mighty goddess sat beside Ning Xiyuan.

Only these three words.

The goddess' voice is so ethereal that people can't help but want to worship her and stand in awe.

The smile on Yunchan's face was just right.

Gentle and distant.

The sense of alienation that a goddess should have is handled very well.

Ning Xiyuan and Li Changyan sat together, so those sitting here were all wealthy or powerful figures.

They looked at Yun Chan, then at Ning Xiyuan, with calculating looks in their eyes.

Everyone knows that it won't be long before things in this imperial capital change.

"Why don't you speak?" Yun Chan's voice sounded again, but her eyes never fell on Ning Xiyuan.

It’s as if speaking itself is a gift.

Not getting an answer, Yunchan continued: "Are you scared?"

You should be afraid!

The White Lotus Sect is powerful and is above the royal power!

What's more, their leader is here...

Everyone around could hear what was said in just a few words.

There must be some conflict between these two people.

Dark Moon Cult...

White Lotus Sect....

Before they had time to think about it, they heard the silent girl speak: "The leader is speaking, and you are speaking?"

"Goddess, this is very rude."

Ning Xiyuan turned his head and looked Yun Chan up and down, speaking in a light tone.

Yunchan: “…”

Her gentle smile froze on her face.

Ning Xiyuan smiled.

Just a white lotus, take it!

When Yunchan stopped talking, the whole world became quiet.

"Why aren't you dead yet?"

Li Chenghui's voice was not loud, but it was full of shock.

The killers he sent out were all well-trained top-level secret guards. How could so many people not be able to deal with even a mere little girl!

Ning Xiyuan smirked: "Even if eighty generations of your descendants died, I would still be alive."

Li Chenghui: “You!”

He couldn't help but raise his voice, but soon realized that he had lost his composure.

Before he could lower his voice, the girl in front of him spoke again.

"Oh, I forgot. You are a man without luck. You won't live long."

"No descendants for eighty generations."

Li Chenghui:!!!

If he had a knife at this moment, he really wanted to kill this babbling lunatic on the spot.

"Your Highness, don't be angry..."

"It's not worth it for such a person."

"Let's go sit down. I'm so tired."

Madam Yao held Li Chenghui's hand and spoke softly, looking very pitiful.

She didn't want Li Chenghui to have contact with this girl.

Li Chenghui must never know that she had given birth to a child.

Li Chenghui looked at the petite woman in his arms, rubbed Yao's face soothingly, and then scowled coldly at Ning Xiyuan.

"I have nothing to say to you!"

I don't know what's good for me...

One day he would let her know that the imperial power was sacred and inviolable.

In ancient times, power could kill people.

Ning Xiyuan's expression remained unchanged. He took out a handful of melon seeds and responded casually.

"Of course, people and dogs have different paths, so please step back."

Li Chenghui: “…”

Li Chenghui's eyes turned red with anger.

His authority was challenged.

He didn't want to give up, but the imperial teacher had just finished speaking and the emperor's eyes fell over here.

Li Chenghui could only leave cursing in his heart.

After Li Chenghui left.

Ning Jin sat down beside her leisurely.

"Why are you so aggressive? Your actions...are too extreme." Ning Jin was still wearing a long hat, so his face couldn't be seen clearly.

Her voice was steady, but between the lines she spoke, she could not help but reveal a sense of superiority that came from having won the victory.

The tone of voice was exactly the same as before.

It seems that the special experience of becoming the Holy Maiden of the Hall of Eternal Life did not allow her to grow much.

Ning Xiyuan rarely took his eyes away from Ning Jin.

She curled her lips: "Life is boring, toads comment on humans."

"You retreat too."

【.....6】

The host's fighting ability is indeed very strong!

Ning Jin: “…”

She didn't lose her composure like the previous two. After all, it was still the original recipe and taste, so she was mentally prepared.

So Ning Jin smiled, still looking confident of victory.

It looks more high-end.

Two white and one black, Ning Xiyuan and the other two immediately attracted a lot of attention.

After the speech, the Nuo opera began.

The bizarre and absurd scene was just like this imperial capital, with undercurrents surging.

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