I just reached the maximum level, and you want me to be a puppet emperor?

Chapter 374 The Older Generation of Pretentious Artists! (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)
Surrounded by mountains and shrouded in mist, the spiritual energy flows through the mountains like a stream.

At the foot of the mountain, a stream murmurs, and birds soar through the air.

“Father, the mountains here are full of spiritual energy; it’s a rare and auspicious place.”

Jun Zhantian looked around and couldn't help but sigh.

I thought the eastern part of the Tian Ce Dynasty was the holy land for cultivation, but I didn't expect this place to be so good as well.

Jun Wu Hui smiled slightly and explained, "You're right. This area has many sects and various small families living in seclusion. The spiritual energy is abundant, making it the most suitable place for cultivation."

He spent some time here and knows a lot about things here.

Qiu Qingxia, who was standing next to her, continued the conversation: "Our Qiu family has been living in seclusion here for hundreds of years to avoid trouble, and now we can say that we have established a firm foothold."

Her words were full of emotion. Because it was outside the city, there were no people to maintain order. It was like a huge martial arts world where fighting and killing were commonplace.

The group walked along the mountain path paved with bluestone and soon arrived at the entrance of Qiuyue Villa.

The gate of the villa is simple and heavy, with a black plaque with gold characters that read "Autumn Moon Villa" in bold strokes.

The stone lions on both sides stand majestically, their eyes inlaid with jade, faintly shimmering with spiritual light.

On the stone steps in front of the gate, several guards dressed in light blue uniforms stood solemnly. Upon seeing Qiu Qingxia return, they immediately clasped their hands in a salute: "Young Miss!"

Qiu Qingxia nodded slightly and was about to lead Jun Zhantian and his son into the manor when suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps approached.

"Daughter! What happened to you? Are you hurt?"

A middle-aged man strode over, his face composed and his brows conveying authority; he was none other than Qiu Zuo, the head of the Qiu family.

His gaze fell on Qiu Qingxia's slightly pale face, and a hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

Qiu Qingxia gave a bitter smile: "Don't say anymore. On the way back, we were ambushed. If it weren't for Young Master Jun's rescue, I'm afraid..."

Upon hearing this, Qiu Zuo immediately turned to Jun Zhantian and solemnly clasped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, Young Master Jun, for saving my daughter. The Qiu family will forever remember this kindness!"

Having said that, he stepped aside and invited Jun Zhantian and his son into the manor with the highest courtesy, saying, "You two distinguished guests have come from afar, please make sure the Qiu family does its best to show you the hospitality of a host!"

Jun Zhantian smiled calmly: "Patriarch Qiu, you are too kind."

As the group stepped into the inner courtyard of the villa, a voluptuous and graceful figure suddenly walked out from the corridor.

"I heard Brigitte Lin is back?"

Her voice was soft and charming, with the unique allure of a mature woman.

Jun Zhantian looked up and saw a mature woman in a light purple dress walking slowly towards him. Her skin was as white as snow, her eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, and her figure was plump but elegant. As she walked, the hem of her dress swayed gently, exuding a unique charm.

It was Yu Jing, Qiu Qingxia's mother.

With a gentle smile, she first looked at her daughter, and after confirming that she was unharmed, she turned to Jun Zhantian and said softly, "Thank you for your righteous rescue, Young Master Jun. Qingxia's safe return is all thanks to you."

However, when her gaze swept over Jun Wuhui, her expression suddenly froze.

For a moment, she seemed to see someone from her memories, and a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her senses, her expression returned to normal, and she didn't say anything more.

Jun Wu Hui's gaze was deep. He seemed to recognize who was in front of him, but he did not reveal it.

The manor owner, Qiu Zuo, did not notice anything amiss and warmly greeted them, "Please follow me, the banquet is ready, and we will certainly treat our distinguished guests well today!"

Jun Zhantian nodded, but he vaguely sensed a subtle atmosphere in his heart.

He felt that his father seemed to know Qiu Qingxia's mother.

In fact, he was right. When Jun Wu Hui was training here before, he was surrounded by beautiful women.

He was already good-looking, and at the time he was still very young. His arrogant aura and invincible strength certainly attracted the attention of young beauties.

Jun Zhantian's father and his mother, Luo Zixi, met in this area. At that time, Jun Wuhui was surrounded by many beautiful women, and Luo Zixi, Xuan Ji, and Yu Jing were just some of them.

Luo Zixi has a special constitution and is able to give birth to a holy body, so Jun Wuhui married her.

Xuanji has strong cultivation talent and is able to break through to the Saint Realm. Jun Wuhui keeps her by his side as a guard, and when he no longer needs her, he sends her to protect his son.

As for Yu Jing and other women, Jun Wu Hui didn't care. Anyway, his goal was to ascend to immortality, and he had never lacked women since childhood.

He had just realized that Qiu Qingxia's swordsmanship looked familiar; it turned out she was Yu Jing's daughter.

Yu Jing also learned some of Jun Wu Hui's swordsmanship back then. Although she only learned the basics, Jun Wu Hui was at a certain level, so learning even the basics was enough for her.

At least when facing cultivators of the same level, Yu Jing already has a significant advantage.

Moreover, when they followed Jun Wu Hui in the past, he would naturally give the best things to Jun Wu Hui when he went into secret realms and dangerous places to explore. They, as his followers, would eat leftovers and scraps, which would also help them improve their cultivation.

Don't underestimate these leftovers; they're just leftovers that the gods wouldn't even look at.

In the eyes of other cultivators, this was an immense opportunity.

During the banquet, Qiu Zuo learned that Jun Zhantian came from a reclusive family, and his attitude became even more respectful. He repeatedly raised his glass and said, "No wonder Young Master Jun is so talented. It turns out that you are a descendant of a reclusive family!"

He poured the two men a full glass of wine with great hospitality, saying, "Why don't you stay a few more days? It would be a good opportunity for the Qiu family to show us some hospitality."

Jun Zhantian looked at his father and saw Jun Wuhui nod slightly, so he replied, "Very well."

He needed a place to stay, which was better than sleeping in the open.

Qiu Zuo was overjoyed and immediately ordered his servants to prepare the best guest rooms.

Throughout the meal, Jun Wu Hui and Yu Jing did not exchange any words, but every time Jun Wu Hui raised his glass, Yu Jing's fingertips would tremble slightly involuntarily.

After the banquet, Qiu Qingxia blushed and invited Jun Zhantian to the backyard to admire the flowers.

Jun Zhantian wanted to refuse, but when he saw his father give him a look, he had no choice but to go with him.

After the two walked away, only Jun Wuhui remained in the courtyard, standing with his hands behind his back.

The moonlight shone on his white robes, making him look like a banished immortal.

"Since you're here, come out," he suddenly said.

As the flower shadows swayed slightly, Yu Jing stepped out gracefully.

Tonight, she specially changed into a smoky purple fairy dress, with only a white magnolia in her hair, making her even more elegant and beautiful than at the banquet.

"Greetings, Divine Prince." She bowed gracefully, her voice trembling slightly.

Twenty years have passed, and she still stubbornly uses the same title she used back then.

In fact, Jun Wu Hui is no longer the Divine Child; the title of Divine Child has been given to his son.

Jun Wu Hui turned around, his gaze sweeping over her.

Yu Jing could no longer suppress her feelings, her eyes brimming with love.

If she didn't have to maintain the dignity of being the mistress of the household, she would almost have thrown herself into the arms of the man she longed for day and night.

Knowing that Jun Wu Hui wouldn't initiate a conversation, she took the initiative to ask, "Jun Shenzi, have you found the path to immortality?"

Jun Wu Hui looked up at the sky and said, "We have made some progress, but we are still lacking some opportunities."

This 45-degree angled pose of gazing at the stars is incredibly imposing.

This is what the older generation of pretentious artists are like; every gesture they make is so natural.

(End of this chapter)