Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

In the Hall of Nourishing Heart.

Emperor Dakang sat cross-legged on the Bagua diagram, his eyes half-closed, surrounded by a misty haze.

The mist seemed to possess a spirit, transforming into the shape of a dragon, sometimes churning, sometimes swimming, looking quite magical.

And in front of him.

That was Chen Yi, the secret guard.

Chen Yi is reporting a lot of news.

"The patriarchs of the aristocratic families are discussing Wang Taiyu's matter at the Du family today, seemingly intending to challenge His Majesty."

“Apart from the capital, sword practitioners in other places are all affected by the change in swordsmanship.”

"The Directorate of Ceremonial Affairs is already recruiting new people to build the imperial mausoleum."

“Strange traces, suspected to have escaped from the Ten Thousand Mountains, have been discovered in Chongzhou.”

These reports were obtained by the secret guards through investigation or interviews.

Ever since the Great Kang Emperor created the secret guards.

These secret guards became his eyes and ears, providing him with access to all under heaven.

This is also why, despite not attending court for decades, the aristocratic cultivators still hold him in such great fear.

However, Emperor Da Kang was well aware of this.

Some things are superficial; you can't just see a mountain as a mountain or water as water.

"Those aristocratic families are putting on a show for me."

Emperor Dakang slowly opened his eyes, his narrow eyes filled with a mocking look: "They know I know, and they want to see my reaction, but since this matter has already been delegated to Wang Taiyu, I will not interfere."

"As for the change in swordsmanship, it is rather bizarre."

In fact, Emperor Da Kang felt a deep, inexplicable unease about this matter.

He knew that 18,000 years was almost up.

When the upheaval in the world ends, a new path will emerge.

As the world progresses, the inherently distorted cultivation system will naturally be gradually eliminated.

I just didn't expect it to come so quickly.

Fortunately, it was just a change in swordsmanship.

If even the most basic cultivation using popularity becomes impossible, then the whole world will descend into chaos.

The plans that Emperor Dakang had been secretly pursuing could only remain a pipe dream.

"Time waits for no one, so we must seize the moment."

Emperor Dakang sighed and said, "Go down and urge the Directorate of Ceremonial Affairs to speed up their progress."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Chen Yi lowered his head and slowly retreated into the darkness.

A golden mask covered his face.

But a strange light flickered in his eyes.

At this moment, in a corner of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp heard everything clearly.

Previously, the brass oil lamp had swallowed the dried yellow peel.

The purpose was to have Chen Huangpi create an array within its body to isolate it from the outside world, so that the Ascension Token wouldn't activate again at a crucial moment.

The Ascension Order is in the Soul-Catching Book.

Therefore, the same applies to the fox mountain god and the vengeful ghost.

Chen Huangpi was very curious: "Huang Er, this Emperor Da Kang is really strange. Although he is a cultivator with a lifespan of only eight hundred years, if he becomes a god, he can live forever. Why would he build an imperial tomb?"

"Maybe he's just a scoundrel."

The brass oil lamp maliciously speculated, "Instead of seeking immortality, he thinks about what will happen after he dies every day. What else is that but a despicable person?"

Chen Huangpi thought for a moment and said, "It is indeed very cheap."

In this world today, although the path of cultivation has been severed.

But achieving immortality is extremely easy.

Becoming a god on the spot is just that; although it doesn't offer the same freedom as a cultivator, it's nothing compared to achieving immortality.

If the Great Kang Emperor chose to become a god.

He would then be the most powerful god in the world.

He did not become a god, either because he was unwilling or unable to.

Chen Huangpi couldn't figure out what this person was thinking, so he just thought that he might be tired of living and really wanted to die.

"If only he were dead right now."

Chen Huangpi sighed, "He's sitting on that Bagua diagram right now. We'll be discovered as soon as we get close. How can he sit still like that?"

"There's nothing we can do but wait."

The brass oil lamp was also helpless.

To enter that underground space, you can only descend through the Bagua formation.

There is no other way.

The man and his lamp had been waiting for half a day, and now they could only stare helplessly and continue to wait. Unfortunately, if they made any noise in the palace, the Emperor of Da Kang was no fool and would surely realize it was a ploy to lure the tiger away from the mountain.

And just then.

Suddenly, another guard stepped out.

Chen Huangpi was initially puzzled as to why Chen Yi had returned after leaving.

But what the guard said next made him realize something.

The guard was also completely wrapped in black cloth.

Wearing a golden mask, only a pair of cold eyes were visible.

"Yinyi, how's the progress at the imperial mausoleum?"

"Your Majesty, we are still short of manpower. The Directorate of Ceremonial Affairs has suggested that we should also send the deities to be repaired."

"Gods..."

Emperor Dakang said with a headache, "I have considered it, but there are countless gods in the world, and they are all mixed up. If we could distinguish them clearly, that would be fine, but since you are in me and I am in you, how can we see clearly?"

"Even if they are my secret guards, are they really... Never mind, never mind."

Upon hearing this, Chen Huangpi felt somewhat bewildered.

That bodyguard named Chen Yi already mentioned the matter of the imperial tomb.

How come they changed to Yin Yi and did it all over again in a different way?

"Could it be that the Emperor of Dakang divided his secret guards into separate groups, so that they did not know each other's backgrounds?"

Chen Huangpi thought to himself, "Moreover, he also said that not all secret guards are trustworthy. It seems that Chen Yi is one of them, and Yin Hu is his true confidant."

Immediately afterwards, Emperor Da Kang ordered Na Yin to go down.

After a while.

The same old thing happened again.

Another bodyguard stepped out.

Moreover, the matter being discussed this time was still related to the imperial mausoleum.

And then it happened again.

The Twelve Earthly Branches.

The brass oil lamp exclaimed, "The dog emperor has twelve secret guard leaders, but he seems to trust each and every one of them. It's really strange."

"To trust everyone is to distrust everyone."

Chen Huangpi said, "They always mention the imperial tombs. I'm even curious about what's inside them."

The brass oil lamp said, "Don't talk about you, I'm the same way. Why don't we go over and join in the fun?"

"forget it."

Although Chen Huangpi was curious about the imperial tombs, he was more interested in what could cause the Ascension Order to malfunction.

However, he has now figured it out.

Emperor Dakang did not trust his secret guards.

If these guards are considered spies, then he is deliberately revealing information that there is something wrong with the imperial tomb, and the person behind the scenes who knows this information will surely be tempted to take the bait.

Perhaps there is a great secret in that imperial tomb.

Or it might be a huge pit, and once you go in, you can forget about coming out alive.

Suddenly, a ferocious roar echoed in the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The roar was filled with pain and a twisted sense of agony.

Emperor Da Kang frowned. Ever since Chen Huangpi entered the underground where the evil god Guangmu was imprisoned, the latter's agitation had become increasingly frequent.

This caused him to feel a strange unease.

However, several inspections failed to find any problems with the wide-eyed evil god.

According to those immortal masters...

For some reason, this thing has developed a bigger appetite; just feed it more.

And this thing cannot be entrusted to others.

Thinking of this, Emperor Da Kang sighed, reached out and summoned a golden mask. He then covered his face with the mask, and his appearance changed, transforming him into a secret guard.

"Wait here, I'll go get you some food."

Having said that, Emperor Dakang got up and left.

But when he stood up, he left behind another version of himself, identical in appearance and temperament.

Chen Huangpi's eyes widened.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really wouldn't have been able to tell that it was fake.

Most importantly, he also summoned his secret guards to continue handling affairs of the court.

"That damn emperor really knows how to bluff."

The brass oil lamp grumbled, "But since his true form isn't here, we don't need to worry about being discovered. Let's hurry down while we have the chance."

As for whether the Emperor of Dakang was real or fake when he returned.

That’s another story.

We can just wait a little longer. (End of Chapter)