Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

After Zhang returned to the small building, he did not immediately go down the mountain to look for his relatives so that they could enjoy the pleasure brought by this power like him. Instead, he thought carefully, made a plan, and then started to act.

Uncle Yang saw Zhang E's actions through the water mirror and nodded approvingly. He then called A and B into the cave and asked them to stand in front of the three balls of blood.

A was also chosen by the Qilin blood and became a member of Zhang's clan. Unfortunately, B was chosen by the dragon blood, but B did not survive and was choked to death by the dragon's overbearing blood. Uncle Yang shook his head helplessly and told A that he had cast a spell to send B to the underworld and would let him be reborn in a good way in the next life.

"From today on, you are no longer Yi, but a member of another tribe on a snowy mountain - the Kangbaro tribe. Your name is Wa Kangluo." Uncle Yang said to the only surviving Yi.

"Then can I see Zhang again in the future?" Yi did not object. After all, getting the help of an immortal was a great blessing.

"Your fate with Zhang ends here. I will take you to another snow mountain later. I will use the blood of the Phoenix clan to create your members." Uncle Yang stood with his hands behind his back and looked at Wa who was kneeling on the ground.

"However, you also have a mission in that snowy mountain. I will take you to another bronze door and place it there. No matter who comes in the future, you must say that this is the real bronze door. Except for Zhang's descendants, I will give you a magic weapon that can detect whether a person has Qilin bloodline. And you must have a tattoo of Qilin stepping on auspicious clouds, otherwise you can't tell the existence of the bronze door."

"Then what is in the bronze door I'm guarding?" Wa didn't ask who that person was? Why can only Zhang's descendants have a unicorn stepping on auspicious clouds, and must be recognized by the magic weapon before they can tell the truth.

"The ultimate, the ultimate of everything in the world." Uncle Yang said only one sentence, and then without waiting for Wa to say more, he took Wa and teleported to another snow mountain.

Uncle Yang waved his hand and another large courtyard rose from the ground. He then cast a spell to create a dozen little people with the blood of the Phoenix Clan. The remaining blood of the Phoenix Clan was put into a container and handed to Wa.

"This contains the remaining blood of the Phoenix Clan. Once Zhang's descendants are no longer willing to guard the bronze door of Changbai, you can use the blood in this to replace the blood of the person who brought you the news, and let them replace Zhang's descendants and continue to fulfill Cheng's promise."

Uncle Yang turned and left, carrying another imitation bronze door into the mountains. As for what kind of monster might emerge from behind the bronze door, it was none of his business.

When Uncle Yang appeared in front of Zhang again, fifteen years had passed. Zhang had trained a group of people and they all passed the mind-reading mirror set up by Uncle Yang.

Uncle Yang replaced the blood of these people one by one. Some of them survived the pain of rebirth and obtained Qilin blood like Zhang, but the tattoos were not Zhang's Qilin stepping on auspicious clouds, but just ordinary Qilin pictures. As for those who did not survive, although they also survived, their Qilin blood was transformed into Qiongqi blood, and they also had tattoos on their bodies, which were indeed Qiongqi flying pictures and Qiongqi pictures.

"You each have your own bloodline. The Qilin bloodline should be respected by the Qilin stepping on auspicious clouds, and the Qiongqi bloodline should be respected by the Qiongqi flying in the sky. The Qilin is the main one and the Qiongqi is the auxiliary one." Uncle Yang decided the difference between the superior and the inferior.

"Qilin Stepping on Xiangyun is the clan leader. Since you were all picked up by Zhang, you should take Zhang as your surname. Zhang, I will name you Qi Ling. Only the owners of Qilin Stepping on Xiangyun in each generation are worthy of this name."

"Thank you for the name, immortal. We will defend the bronze gate to the death." The Zhang family knelt down with fists clasped to show their loyalty to Uncle Yang.

“But this is your clan’s land, and it is you who need to come out into the world and save all the people in the world from disaster. When the world is at peace, you will retire and live in seclusion between heaven and earth.” Although Uncle Yang is a man from the high and mighty big world and looks down on the people here, the young prince will need to move around in this world in the future. Without the money of this world, he will not be able to take a single step with only gold and silver.

"Remember, there will be a Qilin owner in the future, who is a reverted Qilin. He will be the future Taoist partner of your little prince." Uncle Yang reminded the first generation Zhang Qiling that their family will have a reverted Qilin owner in the future, who is the upcoming young Qilin patriarch and the future Taoist partner decided by the Taoist Ancestor and the Demon Ancestor.

When Uncle Yang just returned to the cave, he received a call from the jade pendant he had given away. Looking at the jade bead still sleeping in the spring water, he could only stuff it into his sleeve and take it away.

When Uncle Yang arrived before Emperor Xin, Emperor Xin was already lying dying in his own tomb, surrounded by his loyal ministers.

"Please, immortal, cast a spell to save my king." Master Wen was such an arrogant person. Even when they first met, Uncle Yang had never seen him kneel down. But now he was kneeling to beg for his help.

"It's been many years since we last met. Why do you look so miserable?" Uncle Yang frowned, watching the purple aura on the emperor's body dissipate rapidly as his vitality declined.

"I can indeed save you, but what will happen after I save you? What do you plan to do? The luck of the Great Shang has run out, and you are powerless to save the situation."

"Then let's do our best. We have tried our best. After all, we are mortals and cannot send our own troops to fight against such evil creatures. They are also human beings, sons, fathers, and husbands of other people's families. We cannot be selfish and take others to die for our own sake." Master Wen looked at the dying Emperor Xin and the ministers who were concerned about him.

"Then you guys go out first. When you open the door again, Emperor Xin should be alive."

Uncle Yang took out the remaining dragon blood and looked at Emperor Xin lying in the coffin.

Master Wen led a group of ministers to leave Emperor Xin's mausoleum. The moment the gate was closed, these ministers lay on the door and listened to the movement inside. If anything was wrong, they could rush in immediately to rescue their king.

When the gate of the mausoleum was opened again, Emperor Xin had fully recovered. The wound on his body caused by the evil spirit had returned to normal, and he even had a faint dragon aura on his body.

Uncle Yang was still waiting for them at Emperor Xin's mausoleum.

"You haven't told me what happened to the Great Shang Dynasty? According to my calculations of the fortune, the Great Shang Dynasty could have lasted for a few more years. How come you have been beaten and have to run into the mausoleum for refuge?" Uncle Yang looked at Emperor Xin, whose fate had been completely changed, and his ministers.

"It was a man named Jiang Shang. He said he came from Kunlun and returned after learning from the immortals. He said that we did not offer sacrifices to the immortals, which aroused the immortals' anger. We should immediately offer three thousand boys and girls to calm the immortals' anger." Emperor Xin said slowly.

"We did not agree to his request. After all, although the country is prosperous and strong, children are the hope for the country's future. If three thousand boys and girls were really contributed, how long would it take for those families who lost their children to recover?" Emperor Xin really hated using people to sacrifice to the so-called gods.

"If Nuwa is really the so-called mother of mankind as described by the people of Xiqi, then how could she accept with a clear conscience that the child she created was burned to death as a sacrifice to other gods? How could she accept that her sacrifice was the child she once created?"

Uncle Yang frowned and recalled the Saint Nuwa from the prehistoric continent. She also founded the human race and became a saint, but Saint Nuwa always protected her children. No one could touch those people. If anyone dared to touch those people, she would bring Fuxi and Dijun to attack them.

But Nuwa here acted like this, it seems that he really needs to investigate what is going on.

"Emperor Xin, you will stay with me from now on, but what should we do with your ministers?" Uncle Yang planned to keep them by his side for future use.

"We will wait in the king's tomb. In the outside world, we are already dead." Master Wen knew the immortal's intention of bringing the king with him. In order to allow Emperor Xin to follow the immortal with peace of mind, they decided to stay in Emperor Xin's tomb.

After all, Emperor Xin’s tomb is very convenient to enter and exit, and the officials who supervised the construction of the tomb are also there, and they are the ones who are most familiar with the passages to the tomb.

"In that case, I will cast a spell to cover the area around the mausoleum so that no one will notice you when you enter or leave the mausoleum."

Emperor Xin followed Uncle Yang back to the cave in Changbai Mountain, and Wen Taishi and others, under the guidance of the officials who supervised the construction of the mausoleum, became familiar with the various passages of the mausoleum. When they came out into the sunlight, they looked at the large uncultivated mountain behind the mausoleum, took a few farm tools buried with the dead, reclaimed the wasteland, and planted crops.

"Do you know why I brought you to my mansion?"

"The immortals have their own reasons." Emperor Xin was not so curious. His life was saved by others, so he just had to obey them. He was no longer an emperor, but a dead man.

"This world is full of separations and reunions, but there will always be a time for great unification. But you don't have to worry about your Great Shang being destroyed by the Zhou. In another thousand years, your descendants of the Great Shang will completely destroy the Zhou Dynasty and become the people of great unification." Uncle Yang didn't say much, only saying that the descendants of the Great Shang would destroy the enemies who once conquered the Great Shang.

"Thank you for telling me, Immortal."

"From now on, you just stay here with peace of mind. If the young prince is willing, he will reward you with some good things." Uncle Yang took out the jade beads hidden in his sleeves and placed them in the spring water in the mansion.

Emperor Xin knew what to look at and what not to look at. When Uncle Yang took out the jade beads, Emperor Xin had already walked far away and squatted in front of the forest near his mansion, studying the mushrooms growing under the trees.