Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 483:279. Because You’re Not the Sky

Translator: 549690339

His medical attainments were very high now, but it was still useless.

He drew a hundred or a thousand life talismans, but it was useless.

” I’ve been reading for hundreds of years, ” he said with a smile. ” I won’t read anymore. I’ll accompany you. ”

” No… okay ” Miao Miao pushed him. ” Don’t delay your cultivation. ”

“DO you really know about my cultivation?” Xia Ji asked with a smile.

” It’s just very powerful. I don’t know exactly how powerful it is. ”

‘Then I’ll let you know…Well, if you were traveling on the sea, what would you like to see?”

Miao Miao thought for a moment and raised her hand.

‘Alright.”

Xia Ji willed the flying chariot to take off. It flew out of the three submerged reefs of Shangri-La and into the blue sea.

He clapped his hands, and all the fish and prawns floated to the surface of the water and into the sky. They were driven by a mysterious power to circle around the flying chariot.

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The further the flying chariot flew, the more fish and prawns floated in the air.

More and more.

There were even all kinds of strange fish, including sharks.

Xia Ji didn’t care about the consumption of energy as he pulled more and more fish and prawns from the bottom of the sea.

The dumbfounded fish and prawns moved forward with the flying chariot, forming a spectacular epic scene.

“Point out what you want to eat,” Xia Ji said.

Sitting in the flying chariot, Lu Miaomiao looked out and pointed at the lobster. “”That.”

Xia Ji hooked his hand, and the confused lobster flew over. Soon, it turned into a spicy lobster barbeque.

Lu Miaomiao ate with relish and pointed at the black fish.

The black fish was speechless.

Xia Ji hooked his hand, and soon, another grilled fish appeared.

More and more fish and prawns surrounded the two of them, covering dozens of miles.

And the number was still increasing. Even many rare deep-sea fish that could not be seen were caught.

“No, no,” Miao Miao said. “Aren’t you super tired?”

“I’m not tired,” Xia Ji said gently.

‘Are you really not tired?”

“Not tired at all.”

“Bragging! I’m clearly very tired!” Miao Miao rested her chin on her hand and smiled. ” But…” I like this kind of husband the most.”

Time and images were frozen.

The freeze finally passed.

In the blink of an eye, a year had passed.

However, this year was the end of the Fire Calamity.

Dark clouds covered the sun, strong winds danced wildly, long grass was like blades, and raindrops fell from the sky. They ruthlessly smashed into that person’s clothes and face like thousands of arrows, but he did not realize it.

He could easily prevent the rain from getting on his clothes, and he could even summon the wind and call the rain, but he was still drenched and endured the whipping of the rain.

His face was expressionless, his black hair was blown up by the wind, and the rain was blown off his face drop by drop.

He leaned forward slightly, his fingers caressing the deep inscription on the cenotaph as if he was caressing the face of his lover.

Wind-on-Snow, Xia Ji, Xu Lingling, Pang Yi, Chu Shiyun, and many other men and women looked at the man in the rain.

No one had ever seen this side of him.

No one would have thought that he would have such a side to him.

In the eyes of the world, he was the Headmaster, the Black Emperor, and King Shenwu.

In the eyes ofwind-on-snow, Xu Lingling, and Pang Yi, he was a teacher who was unperturbed and could hold up the sly with one hand.

In the eyes of Pang Yi’s descendants, he was a legend among legends. He was a supreme existence that transcended the mortal world.

However , such a person was caught in the rain.

Xia Ji stood there for seven days and seven nights. The juniors had long since returned, and Wind-on -Snow and the others had accompanied him.

At dawn on the seventh day, a hoarse voice sounded.

‘ Pang Yi, remember to sweep the tombs every year during the Qingming

resnval. uon•r ler anyone cnsruro rms place. ”

“‘Yes, teacher! Pang Yi will protect this place for the rest of his life.”

“Chuixue, Lingling, Xia Ji, if you wish to return to the Central Plains, you can do so…”

‘Teacher, you…”

Xia Ji took out a jar of wine and emptied it.

He hadn’t drunk in hundreds of years…

” It’s nothing. ” He smiled with red eyes. ” It’s almost time. ”

After saying this sentence that no one could understand, he grabbed the wine jar and stepped into the sky. He stepped on the void and gradually disappeared..