Chapter 287 The Emperor of the World, the Immortal on Earth
"Okay, let's do the directional flight first, and you can go down and prepare. I think the situation with Senior Brother Nong will be completed in ten days at most. At that time, we will try to complete the affairs of the subordinate sects within half a month, and then we will be ready Let's go back to the clan. We can't let everyone in Fajia wait for us," Wang Zijia ordered.
"Yes, disciple, let's do it now!" After saying that, An Xingsheng did not leave immediately. Instead, he glanced at Wang Zijia and said cautiously: "Uncle, if you really want to establish a sect, it will still take a hundred thousand ordinary disciples." If it’s a serious situation, you’d better go see the old emperor.”
Wang Zijia was stunned and instantly understood what An Xingsheng wanted to express.
Because they cannot establish a dynastic family, their influence on the secular world depends largely on the emperor's attitude. If the other party is willing to help promote it, such as establishing a state religion, or even issuing an imperial edict, doing corvee work to build a sect, etc. The results are definitely different.
"Okay, I understand!" Wang Zijia nodded calmly.
An Xingsheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Wang Zijia was not angry. After all, although Wang Zijia seemed to have no prejudice against the world, it was true that he had always avoided seeing the old emperor.
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It's night, in the palace, in the Qintian Prison's Star-Zhaing Tower.
Wang Zijia was walking in the Star-Zhaing Tower and was carefully led by a eunuch to look around in the building.
After a long time, Wang Zijia suddenly asked: "Does Senior Brother Ma have any disciples?"
The old eunuch who carefully served Wang Zijia immediately shook his head and said, "As far as I'm concerned, Lord Ma has no disciples."
"Where are the children, wives and concubines?" Although he already knew the result, Wang Zijia still asked with some expectation.
"Master Ma has been alone in Tianhong for decades. Even if he went to Goulan, he never targeted any girls." At this point, the old eunuch added: "Including the Star Zhailing Tower here, it was supposed to recruit some from outside. Other cultivators or fairy boys who are capable of cultivating will do it.”
"But after Lord Ma came, he asked the late emperor for us slaves to serve him. In the past seventy years and two dynasties, no boy could enter this building and gain immortality. The only one who was lucky enough to play in the building , only when His Majesty was a child."
"Alas..." Wang Zijia sighed and said, "Senior Brother Ma is really alone. It seems that I will owe him my whole life!"
The only ones who have some relevance should be the three disciples on Jingchan Mountain. It was a pity that in the battle that day, none of the three bodies were left behind.
When the old eunuch heard this, he did not reply, but silently guided Wang Zijia.
As they spoke, the two of them had already arrived at the top of the Star-Zhain Tower. This is a rare open-air high platform. On the ground is a huge Tai Chi Bagua diagram. It is like a rooftop offering sacrifices to the sky. Standing on the top of the building, you can see the entire palace and even half of Tianhong City.
When you look up, you can see the sky full of stars. Because there is no industrial pollution, the night sky is exceptionally clear and the visibility is excellent.
"It's quite a nice place!" Wang Zijia sighed.
"Master Ma used to like the night view of the Star Tower very much, and often watched stars here." The old eunuch replied.
"The Emperor has arrived!!!"
"Shut up!"
At this time, a summons and the old emperor's scolding suddenly came from downstairs.
"Dong dong dong!"
Then there was a burst of slightly frivolous and hurried footsteps. Just from the footsteps, you can hear the urgency in his heart.
Within a moment, the old emperor came to the top of the building and looked at the eunuchs beside him. All the eunuchs understood immediately and left quietly, including the one who followed Wang Zijia. They were the only two people left upstairs.
"Chang Mingde has met Wang Shangxian!" After everyone left, the old emperor actually respectfully gave Wang Zijia a junior ceremony among monks.
Wang Zijia stood on the edge of the Star Building with his hands behind his back, without looking back.
The old emperor didn't say anything, he was unusually calm.
The night wind blew slowly, causing his gown and hair to fly continuously, and his aura was as pure as if he was going to ride on the wind.
Such a fairy figure is completely beyond the reach of secular imperial power!
The two were silent for a moment, and then Wang Zijia broke the silence, "I probably know what you want, it's nothing more than cultivation and longevity."
The old emperor looked at Wang Zijia who still hadn't turned around, looked at Wang Zijia eagerly, and said, "May I ask the immortal to grant you permission?"
"If you wish to live a long life, I can give you a bottle of elixir, which will ensure that you can live to the limit of mortal life without any disease or disaster. But if you want to practice cultivation..."
At this point, Wang Zijia paused for a moment and then said: "If you are willing to give up the throne to another family, I will not be able to help you. But I guess Senior Brother Ma gave you such a choice back then."
The old emperor said unwillingly: "Can't the immortal be accommodating?"
"I can make an exception for you!" Wang Zijia turned around for the first time, and his inhumanly handsome face made the old emperor look overjoyed.
Wang Zijia changed the topic and said: "I can conduct a spiritual root test on your Chang family, or you can recommend a prince to me, whether he has spiritual roots or not, and I will bring him back to the sect to give him a chance to practice."
"The prerequisite is that he must sever ties with your Chang family. Even if he gets older, he will definitely not be sent to Tianhong. But in this case, don't think about your elixir."
The joy on the old emperor's face froze, and he said: "This, this..."
"There is no other choice. You can think about it yourself. But I can tell you clearly that within the Wanyu territory, the royal family is not allowed to practice. This is the sect's iron law. In the past, there were many royal families who practiced secretly, but in the end they were deprived. He lost his royal status and was given certain punishments.”
Wang Zijia no longer looked at the old emperor, turned around again, and stood on the edge of the rooftop, looking at the vast night, with his clothes flowing continuously, as if he was about to take off in the wind at any time.
After a long silence, the old emperor still said unwillingly: "Is there really no possibility of accommodation?"
"People, you can't be too greedy! Otherwise it's easy to catch nothing!" Wang Zijia did not answer the other party's meaningless words, but just sighed.
"Then I want the elixir!" the old emperor said.
'Ah! Wang Zijia had already made a guess. When he turned his hand, a jade bottle appeared and said: "There are three pills of this medicine in total. Based on your physical condition and longevity, one pill now, one pill ten years from now, and the remaining one pill is in the future." After you are ninety years old, you can just eat when you feel your body is not feeling well."
"Thirty years later? How many years can this last pill extend your life?" the old emperor asked subconsciously.
"Do you really regard me as a true immortal, and do you think it's just a matter of life and longevity?" Wang Zijia just asked truthfully.
The old emperor was silent for a while, and then he said: "What does the Immortal Master need from me?"
Wang Zijia raised the corner of his mouth slightly, he was worthy of being an emperor and he saw things thoroughly.