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

Chapter 555 After you finish cursing me, you won't even have time to run away! (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)
"Senior Dingtian." Daoist Yangci's throat tightened, and his voice unconsciously softened.

The Supreme Being instinctively shrank back, his withered fingers gripping the tattered collar of his clothes.

He recognized the man as Yang Ci Daoren, his former little admirer.

That genius from a small country who was always following him around.

I really don't want my former little admirers to see me like this now.

But what can be done? Times have changed.

The master's lips trembled, and in the end he could only say in a hoarse voice, "You have improved a lot."

Master Yangci bowed deeply: "I am very grateful for your guidance back then."

This is the truth.

Even though the other party had lost all his cultivation at this moment, he still remembered that majestic figure who had pointed out the world from the top of Jiuyuan Mountain.

"What are you doing here?" The voice of the Heavenly Master was hoarse, and his eyes darted away, avoiding his gaze.

Yang Ci Daoist straightened up and said softly, "I am currently working at the Imperial Horse Administration."

The Supreme Being paused for a moment, then suddenly chuckled: "Royal horses? Horse raising?"

"Yes," Yang Ci Daoist replied respectfully.

After a long silence, the Supreme Master looked up and a glimmer of clarity flashed in his cloudy eyes: "This is a good choice. Perhaps this is your path."

He didn't hate Li Chen; a loss was a loss.

If you have to hate someone, you can only hate yourself for not being strong enough.

Master Yangci bowed again: "I will remember this."

The cell fell silent, save for the distant sound of dripping water.

Looking at the figure he once looked up to, now hunched over like an old man, Yang Ci Daoist felt a mix of emotions.

The Supreme Master waved his hand: "You should leave, this place is unlucky."

Master Yangci opened his mouth, but in the end he only bowed deeply and turned to leave.

The moment the iron gate closed, he heard a barely audible sigh coming from inside.

Perhaps when Yang Ci Daoist came, he had a thousand things he wanted to say, but now is not the time. The Supreme Being only wants to preserve his last bit of dignity.

In this dungeon, every person imprisoned was once a renowned and illustrious figure.

The huge gap between the past and present makes encountering familiar faces from the past quite unpleasant.

Many things can only be kept to ourselves.

After emerging from the prison, Daoist Yangci could practically say he was off work.

After he started working at Tian Ce, he dressed very plainly, just like any old man you would see anywhere.

Yang Ci Daoist strolled leisurely down the street, bought some spiritual fruits, and then went to a tavern to get three jugs of "Drunken Immortal Brew".

Back at his residence, he leaned back in his recliner, peeled open a Qingling Fruit, and suddenly remembered that he had a most loyal little fan in the southern kingdoms, Mo Tianxing, the sect leader of the Qinglan Sect.

That kid has good talent. He was already at the peak of the Heavenly Abyss Realm when we last met. I wonder if he has broken through now.

Yang Ci Daoist muttered to himself, "I'll have someone send a letter back another day, asking him to come to Tian Ce and find a job."

To make things interesting in officialdom, you need to know people well.

He had no idea that his little fanboy was causing trouble at the Hundred Flowers Sect, thousands of miles away.

If he knew, he would definitely pretend not to know this troublemaker.

The scene shifts back to the Hundred Flowers Sect.

A female disciple rushed into the main hall in a panic: "Sect Master! Something terrible has happened! The Qinglan Sect has surrounded our mountain gate with people from more than a dozen other sects!"

Hundreds of people suddenly appeared outside, which really startled the female disciple.

The brush in Hua Rumeng's hand fell to the table with a "thud," and the ink splattered onto the account book she had just finished writing.

She frowned and said, "Have we done anything to provoke them recently?"

"They said they want us to hand over the ladies we've taken in," the disciple said nervously.

Hua Rumeng's face darkened, and as she stood up, a fragrant breeze wafted from her sleeves: "Come with me to take a look."

The Hundred Flowers Sect took in some women, some of whom were imperial concubines or empresses who had been displaced by war in small countries, and others who had lost their Daoist partners in the bloody battles of the sect.

Outside the mountain gate, more than thirty high-level cultivators stood at the forefront. The man in the green robe at the head of the group had a sinister face; he was none other than Mo Tianxing, the sect master of the Qinglan Sect.

"Sect Leader Hua, the Lady Liu whom your sect has taken in is the wife of a traitor of my Qinglan Sect. Please return her." Mo Tianxing clasped his hands in a salute, but his tone was aggressive.

Hua Rumeng sneered: "After Madam Liu's husband died in battle, his cave should have been inherited by his wife and daughter. Now you're telling me he's the wife of a traitor?"

Hua Rumeng was well aware of all this. When Madam Liu came, she had already said that she would contribute the resources in the cave to the Hundred Flowers Sect in order to seek protection.

But Hua Rumeng didn't take any money; she just took them in and planned to let them leave once the storm had passed.

After all, the two had crossed paths before and were considered friends.

In the southern countries, resources are scarce. Hua Rumeng remembered that Lady Liu's husband had a 'divine weapon,' and these people had probably come for it.

A scarred elder behind Mo Tianxing said sternly, "This is an internal matter of our sect. Does the Hundred Flowers Sect intend to protect traitors?"

Anyway, they had already come up with an excuse and a legitimate reason to put pressure on the Hundred Flowers Sect.

He Ying appeared at the mountain gate at some unknown time, hands on her hips, and cursed: "Bullshit! You clearly just want Madam Liu's divine weapon, what a bunch of hypocrites!"

Her full breasts heaved, dazzling the eyes, but she pretended not to see them.

Deep down, who wouldn't want to climb that unparalleled peak?

A cold glint flashed in Mo Tianxing's eyes: "Sect Leader Hua, fellow disciples from all sects are here today as witnesses. If you do not release him..."

He slowly drew his longsword, "Don't blame us for crushing the Hundred Flowers Sect!"

This guy is just unreasonable and domineering; his power allows him to do so.

He was also used to being arrogant in the sects in the south.

Just then, a soft voice came: "Please wait, everyone."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a plump and beautiful woman in a plain white dress walking gracefully towards them.

Although Madam Liu looked haggard, she couldn't hide her stunning curves.

Below her slender waist was an exaggerated hip line, and her chest, wrapped in plain clothes, swayed gently with her steps. The snow-white skin that was faintly visible at the neckline made people swallow hard.

"I do not wish to implicate the Hundred Flowers Sect, but I beg you all to spare my daughter." Madam Liu said, her eyes red, while holding the hand of a seven or eight-year-old girl.

She knew the consequences of being treated as a traitor by the sect.

Hua Rumeng grabbed Madam Liu's wrist: "Sister Liu, don't be afraid! If you hadn't given me the fragments of the Hundred Flowers Sword Manual back then, I wouldn't be who I am today."

She turned and drew her sword, the tip pointing directly at Mo Tianxing: "I have no one to fight, but if you want to fight, then fight! I've just broken through to the Heavenly Abyss Realm, so I'd like to experience Sect Master Mo's superior skills!"

Mo Tianxing scoffed, "Overestimating yourself!"

Several sect leaders nearby also shook their heads. How could someone who had just broken through to the early stage of the Heavenly Abyss Realm be a match for Mo Tianxing, who was at the peak of the realm?
Zheng!
As the sword flashed, Hua Rumeng's sword moves surprisingly carried some of the profound secrets taught by Li Chen.

Her figure moved swiftly, her sword strikes were like a rainbow, and she fought Mo Tianxing.

Shockingly, this newly-broken woman was able to fight to a standstill against a veteran powerhouse!
"How is this possible?" the spectators exclaimed in surprise.

Mo Tianxing's forehead was covered in sweat. He realized that his proud sword moves were always anticipated by his opponent.

After eighty moves, he finally found an opening and defeated Hua Rumeng with a single sword strike.

Mo Tianxing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with even more killing intent: "Interesting. I'll say it one last time: release them, or I'll raze the Hundred Flowers Sect to the ground!"

Before Hua Rumeng could answer, a lazy yawn suddenly rang out.

Only then did everyone notice that a young man in white was sitting on the stone lion at the mountain gate, eating a spirit fruit.

"Young Master Li!" He Ying exclaimed in surprise.

Li Chen jumped down and clapped the fruit crumbs off his hands: "Sect Leader Hua, you might owe me another favor?"

Hua Rumeng blushed and nodded gently, biting her lip.

Mo Tianxing roared, "Where did this come from?"

Li Chen interrupted him, saying, "Don't rush to shout. I'm a Saint Realm expert. Let me show you first. Whoever wants to fight, come on."

I gave you a chance to run away, so don't say I bullied you.

If you finish cursing at me, you won't even have time to run away!

Before the words were even finished, the world suddenly changed color!
In an instant, the clear sky was covered with dark clouds, and the void shattered like a mirror.

(End of this chapter)