From a martial arts disciple to a god through countless trials and tribulations

Chapter 300 Your Majesty, Open the Door Quickly!

A sky-high corridor, like a rainbow, stretches to the end of the night.

When Chen Xuan looked up, he saw exquisite and magnificent patterns appearing on the dome of the connecting corridor above him, depicting the grand banquet scenes from the past mountain and sea banquets.

"The eighth Mountain and Sea Banquet, with 360 people... Qingnang Daozi was among them."

The clearest mural Chen Xuan saw depicted a grand feast slowly unfolding, with over three hundred lifelike figures.

The mural has a small inscription that reads: This is the previous Mountain and Sea Banquet, the eighth one.

At the center of the grand banquet, there were more than twenty dazzling figures. Before them were jade tables, some in Taoist robes, bowing their heads to admire the treasures in their hands, some in imperial robes, embracing beauties and drinking fine wine, and some monstrous figures with piercing horns, their expressions ambiguous...

Most of the other attendees could only stand on the periphery.

Many people looked on with envy. They had not passed the Dao Palace's test and had not obtained a seat, so they could only stand, which was quite pathetic.

"Qingnang Dojo, Jiang Family Great Seal Dynasty, Little Qingtian... Little Dragon, Monkey, Fox..."

Chen Xuan sized up the twenty-odd figures and could distinguish the identities and origins of some of them as humans or demons by their clothing, appearance, and other characteristics.

Among these figures, a few represent a legacy that has faded into obscurity amidst major historical events.

But most of the legacies they represent are from the most active major powers in the world today.

"As time goes by, a new generation replaces the old..." Chen Xuan thought to himself, feeling a little sentimental.

Clearly, not all forces can remain evergreen and immortal; they cannot escape the erosion of time and will inevitably have their moments of decline.

For example, the Jiang family dynasty, the Qingqiu fox, and other ancient lineages. Although the young people of this generation are also outstanding, they can never compare with the top figures.

Even the original Qingnang Dojo was like this...

"Wow..."

Meanwhile, following this scroll, a ninth scroll is being sketched and emerging.

A few scattered figures wandered in the corners of the scroll; there were already over a hundred of them, all of them were those who had failed the trials of the Dao Palace and were among the banquet attendees.

"Get on the road!"

Chen Xuan thought to himself, as he left the dark first level of the maze and stepped onto the Sky Corridor.

Looking around, one can see thousands of sky corridors rising from the ancient stone buildings on all sides of the ground, intertwining under the starry sky, creating a magnificent and spectacular scene.

Beneath the vast and brilliant starry sky, thousands of sky-reaching corridors, like dragons soaring through the air, shimmer with golden light and jade-like reflections, crisscrossing and weaving a dazzling net of light in the clouds.

Furthermore, Chen Xuan saw many sky corridors converging at the end of the void, forming pavilions in the sky, shrouded in celestial mist.

With vermilion pillars supporting the heavens, the glazed tiles reflect starlight like frost. Carved railings and jade steps, layered buildings and overlapping shadows, and floating corridors connecting to the Milky Way, one can often see the shadows of phoenixes and cranes, carrying bells as they fly by, just like an ancient fairyland.

"what?"

Chen Xuan stared intently. As soon as he stepped into the Sky Corridor, he noticed that the eighth scroll of the Mountain and Sea Banquet on the dome suddenly glowed, and the figures in the painting came to life.

In an instant, 360 figures gained temporary lives under the influence of the Dao Palace's power.

"Wow!"

They all turned their heads in unison, like a surging tide of heads, and their cold, piercing gazes converged on Chen Xuan, which was extremely chilling.

"Can't we go up?" Chen Xuan asked in surprise, blinking.

It seems that the entrance to the Heavenly Corridor is guarded by the power of the Dao Palace, and one must pass a test to reach higher places.

At this moment, various ethereal voices arose from within the mural scroll, sparking a lively discussion.

"On this sky-reaching corridor, people from later generations have built up to the second floor..." A strange laugh came from among the figures behind the twenty-odd jade tables.

“If you wish to ascend the Heavenly Corridor, you must surpass one of us,” someone said coldly.

If later generations cannot surpass their predecessors, they are not qualified to sit in a high position at the Mountain and Sea Banquet.

"The newcomer exudes a strong martial aura. Haha, I will surely shatter the future martial arts world of the human race!"

Behind a jade table, a burly young man suddenly pointed at Chen Xuan below and let out a wild and satisfied laugh.

The young man was about two meters tall, with a rugged face, thick eyebrows, and narrow eyes. He wore a majestic golden heavy armor, and his sharp, torch-like eyes seemed to be those of a tiger about to pounce.

"A cultivator from the Doubu sect?" Chen Xuan looked at the golden-armored youth with curiosity. Through the faint residual aura, he could resonate with and know that this was an ancient immortal being.

During the Mountain and Sea Banquet 100,000 years ago, there was a celestial being from the Dou clan among the human race!

Behind the golden-armored youth stood more than a dozen Doubu cultivators, each with an extraordinary bearing. Some were clad in black iron armor, standing like domineering martial gods, while others wore hemp clothing and exuded the aura of grandmasters.

Wu Xuanke, whom Chen Xuan had once met, was now prominently among them.

“Sigh…” Wu Xuanke stared at the golden-armored youth, hesitated, and sighed to himself.

"Wei Ge, your Beidou Dojo is a place where moths fly into a flame... Ha, with your mere Doubu Immortal Seed, you can't turn the world upside down." On a jade table, a demonic ape sneered.

Upon hearing this, Chen Xuan pondered: Ten thousand years ago, the Beidou Dojo, led by a group of reclusive human martial arts forces, conspired to commit a heinous act.
Could this ancient immortal being named Wei Ge be the ancestor of Wei Tianjun, who cowered in the Sword Inquiry Arena?

"Your old monkey is willing to be a dog for the Celestial Palace, but as a human warrior, his knees won't buckle. I was born not to kneel before people," the golden-armored youth named Wei Ge laughed loudly.

"The moment you leave the Mountain and Sea Banquet, your death is imminent!" the demonic ape roared, its eyes bloodshot and filled with lust. "Defying the heavens is easy, but defying the immortals is difficult!"

"From the very first day I began cultivating the Qi of the Doubu, I forgot how to write the word 'death'! Little monkey, if you manage to leave the Mountain and Sea Banquet this time, then I've wasted my time practicing martial arts," Wei Ge sneered.

"You think you can compete with the Golden Core Immortals of the Celestial Palace by relying on that half-dead Xinzhai outside? Wishful thinking, you'll never get what you want," the demon ape said.

"Ha ha……"

"..."

More than twenty figures, revived by Chen Xuan's ascent to the Tongtian Pavilion, each exhibited different behaviors: some spoke up, while others silently observed Chen Xuan.

Chen Xuan was slightly taken aback, as he unexpectedly heard some stories about the previous Xinzhai.

The eighth generation Xinzhai is actually entangled with those martial arts cultivators of the human race. They want to use Xinzhai to attack the Doubu Immortal and the Immortal Palace.
But it is clear that the geniuses of 100,000 years ago had a wonderful idea, but they still failed in the end... Xinzhai died in the Yunmeng Marsh, and the human martial arts cultivators fared even worse. Only a few remnants survived under the protection of the great sects.

Finally, a clear and peaceful voice rang out from behind a jade table.

"Gentlemen, the newcomer is destined to be associated with the Qingnang. Please allow me to test his abilities."

A figure dressed in a blue robe stood up. He was handsome and refined, and cast a scrutinizing yet gentle gaze at Chen Xuan.

Behind her stood a man and a woman. The young woman, with her hair adorned with gold hairpins and an air of natural elegance, was none other than Pei Zhenyi, the ancient goddess who had once fought Hua Liuli with a fierce battle torn her clothes apart. The other was a rather plump man, exuding an air of nobility; he was a middle-aged man from the Divine Wanderer.

Both of them were also sizing up Chen Xuan, because they felt a sense of kinship from him. He had cultivated the Qingnang Technique and achieved a high level of skill.

"When the Qingnang Daoist, who holds sway over the Southern Region, speaks, who dares to disobey? We're giving you face." A figure behind a jade table nodded with a smile.

"Among us, Fellow Daoist Zhang's strength is firmly among the top."

"Please teach your descendants a good lesson, fellow Daoist."

The other figures behind the jade table nodded in agreement, indicating their consent to Qingnang Daozi's test and, incidentally, to kill the intruder from the future.

“I wanted to participate, but... never mind, you do it.” Wei Ge from the Beidou Dojo spoke up, vaguely feeling a strange sense of familiarity with Chen Xuan, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, as if he had met him before.

But since Qingnang Daozi had already spoken, and the other party was also a celestial being like him, and Qingnang had always had a righteous reputation, he decided not to argue.

"Thank you!"

The ancient Qingnang Daoist nodded slightly, his appearance dignified, and stepped out from the mural on the dome. Instantly, a strong earth element aura permeated the air, and the magnificent scenery of overlapping mountains emerged.

"Zhang Dongming, under the tutelage of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady, at the Qingnang Dojo."

The Daoist of Qingnang descended to the mortal realm with a gentle smile on his face. He first bowed to Chen Xuan, displaying the noble demeanor of a descendant of an ancient Daoist temple.

His demeanor was dignified and his manners were courteous, a world apart from the Zhang brothers of Qingnang Mountain today.

"Qingnang, Chen Xuan." Chen Xuan returned the greeting.

He thought to himself, "This is a holy son of a legitimate sect. Although he is an opponent I will fight immediately, he still gives people a feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze."

However, those half-baked scoundrels like Tianyandao and Yutianzi are far inferior, giving people a completely different feeling.

At this moment, in the mural on the dome, more than three hundred pairs of eyes were staring intently at the scene below. Many people were breathing heavily, for this person was indeed a successor of the Qingnang Daoist school!
"As expected of our Qingnang, generation after generation, there will be outstanding talents." The fat man from Qingnang Shenyou spoke up, like a worldly shopkeeper, praising it.

"..." The ancient goddess Pei Zhen stared at Chen Xuan below, biting her pink lips tightly, her fingers clenched until they turned white.

Not long ago, she manifested under the influence of the Dao Palace's power, fought a great battle with Hua Liuli, and received some regrettable news... Qingnang has fallen into desolation.

"Qingnang Daozi personally took action, a battle between the ancient and the modern, to cleanse the sect!" someone exclaimed excitedly.

"Zhang Dongming is the number one person in Tude today and in the future."

A cacophony of voices and opinions filled the air.

"..."

"Although we are from the same sect, the Dao Palace has used our remaining Dao traces as a test. I cannot hold back and can only go all out."

Qingnang Daozi Zhang Dongming spoke up and continued, "I once passed the Dao Palace's test perfectly and ranked among the last twenty or so people... You are walking the same path, and I hope you can surpass me."

As he spoke, he pointed to Chen Xuan's bronze lamp and said, "But my goal is merely to extinguish the flame in the lamp in your hand."

He wore a smile, appearing fair and impartial, but in reality, he harbored unspeakable selfish motives. He noticed that Chen Xuan's cultivation level was not yet complete, so he took the initiative to participate, unwilling to let "one of his own" be defeated by an outsider.

"Please!" Chen Xuan said, his expression quite solemn.

He realized that the person in front of him was a formidable opponent. If it were now, he would definitely be a powerful enemy at the Immortal Seed level, perhaps even stronger than Su Fuyao and Little Kunpeng.

Of course, the opponent was only a trace of a Dao Palace, and could not exert its full power.

However, Qingnang Daozi only needs to extinguish the bronze lamp in the battle of magic to directly end Chen Xuan's test... The divine impact of a single high-level magic collision could blow out the lamp.

Chen Xuan had to use his divine power to protect the flames of the bronze lamp while trying to defeat this powerful enemy that required him to fight with all his might. The difficulty was considerable.

"boom!"

In the corridor to heaven, a jade-colored hand with distinct bones traversed the void and struck the bronze lamp.

When Qingnang Daozi made his move, he instantly activated the Qingnang Technique, and his attack came across the sky. Moreover, he formed a mountain-suppressing seal with his hand, as if he were holding down a towering mountain.

In an instant, two Immortal-level techniques were unleashed simultaneously!
Chen Xuan was extremely vigilant. Against such an enemy, he could not hold back. The immortal rules in his palm intertwined, and countless golden threads wrapped around the bronze lamp, like a dazzling, oversized golden pill, which he then slammed into at high speed.

The false method of holding the golden elixir.

One strike decides the fate of the world!

"Although the people of later generations are strong and have fought their way up to the Heavenly Corridor, they are facing the Dao Child of the Azure Bag Immortal Seed in the Great Era of Contention... This newcomer, Chen Xuan, will probably be defeated quickly."

On the murals on the dome, everyone was looking down, but more than 90% of them were not optimistic about Chen Xuan, because Qingnang Daozi was too strong and still firmly held a place in the Great Contending World.

It is foreseeable that many cultivators will reach the entrance of the Heavenly Corridor, but very few will be able to successfully pass through.

"Buzz!"

In the covered bridge, a golden pill-shaped object rose up, surrounded by the phantoms of a sword and a Kunpeng, spinning rapidly. It struck the palm that was forming the Mountain-Suppressing Seal, and blood immediately splattered.

In an instant, the blood-red light dissipated, and the palm itself transformed into pure spiritual particles.

Immediately afterwards, most of Qingnang Daozi's body disappeared, turning into nothingness.

"?" All the discussions ceased, and countless people stared in disbelief. Qingnang Daozi... had fallen, and half of his body, covered in blood, fell and disappeared in a flash of light.

Before this moment, most people thought that with Qingnang Daozi's departure, the battle would end quickly.

But now, the duel has ended quickly, and the one who lost is Qingnang Daozi!
After a brief silence, everyone was in an uproar. Had people from 100,000 years in the future become this powerful?
Those twenty-odd figures, whether human or demon, all stood up abruptly, their expressions solemn.

The figure of Qingnang Daozi faded away and returned to the mural of the Mountain and Sea Banquet, slowly coalescing.

"This... he's a Celestial Seed?" someone asked subconsciously, finding it unbelievable that a Celestial Seed could not even reach the Cauldron Realm.

"The unheard-of Golden Elixir Method! In just 100,000 years, later generations have developed the Immortal Seed Golden Elixir to this extent?" Wei Ge of the Beidou Dojo stared wide-eyed, his fists clenched tightly.

In the corridor leading to the heavens, the golden light in Chen Xuan's palm dissipated, revealing the bronze lamps inside, whose lights remained bright.

"Crack! Click!"

The stone steps beneath his feet were riddled with cracks, the runes shattered, and the pillars on either side were crisscrossed with fissures. Huge cracks stretched towards the dome, and this heavenly corridor teetered on the brink of collapse, about to crumble into pieces. With a whoosh, the power of the Dao Palace was forced to revive, causing the runes in the corridor to glow and slowly healing the terrifying cracks.

At this moment, not only Wei Ge, the Human Immortal Seed, but also the other Immortal Seed prodigies were slightly stunned. The scene before their eyes was unbelievable to them!

The "immortal seed" prodigies of later generations instantly killed the ancient immortal seed?
Although Qingnang Daozi was only a trace and could not exert his full strength, it was still terrifying that he was instantly annihilated!
"This person will surely become a major threat to the demon race." An ancient demon prodigy muttered to himself with a gloomy expression.

Some people also praised the gradually manifesting Qingnang Daozi, saying, "The Qingnang lineage, with six immortals in one family, is truly extraordinary. Each generation has produced brilliant talents, like the sun and moon hanging in the sky."

"This...the younger generation is truly formidable." Qingnang Daozi opened his mouth slightly, his expression unchanged, a look of satisfaction on his face, but a trace of bitterness inevitably surfaced in his heart.

He realized that even if he were to recover to full strength, he would still be no match for Chen Xuan.

Of course, the descendants of Qingnang need to be stronger than their predecessors, but they shouldn't be made to be this ridiculously strong all at once.

After all, it was a thrilling and exhilarating battle, and now it's time to bring him to an end... He had originally planned to act with restraint, making his opponent lose more gracefully, but he never expected this outcome.

"This..." Behind them, Gu Xuan Nu Pei Zhenyi stared wide-eyed, clenched her jade hands, and looked back and forth between Qing Nang Dao Zi and Chen Xuan with complicated expression.

Under normal circumstances, the Daoist disciples and holy maidens of ancient Daoist temples would eventually become Daoist partners and give birth to exceptionally gifted successors for the temple.

The "Little Chen" mentioned by the Goddess of Destiny seems to be exceptionally outstanding.

"Concession!"

In the corridor, Chen Xuan spoke to the sky above the dome, his expression quite respectful.

After all, this ancient Qingnang Daoist was not only a senior, but also very likely the ancestor of Tai Xuan Zhenjun Lao Zhang... Today, he beat up Tai Xuan's ancestor.

At the same time, Chen Xuan saw an incomparably pure golden immortal power emerge and pour into the bronze lamp, almost turning the flame into a bright little sun.

Defeating an opponent of this caliber yields incredibly rich rewards, many times greater than the rewards of slaying the sixteen ancient figures in succession.

"Chen Xuan? I seem to have heard that name before... He is Xinzhai!" Suddenly, an exclamation rang out.

The person who spoke learned some information about the future from the guests at the banquet during the first layer of evolution. After his destruction, he returned to the mural and brought back the memories.

"My God, how chaotic things have become in later generations? The ninth generation of Xinzhai has even been invited to the Mountain and Sea Banquet."

"Why can't we, the generation of Xinzhai, enter? Aren't we the same kind of people?!"

"This is clearly a divine being; the information is wrong, it's just a case of the same name..."

"..."

In an instant, the place erupted in excitement.

“When I was young, I dared not try the eighth generation of Xinzhai, for fear that even if I destroyed Xinzhai, my own immortal seed and golden core would also be destroyed…” A demonic figure spoke up: “But now that there is no worry about the future, let’s go and test the quality of Xinzhai.”

"There's no chance anymore. We can't cause him any more trouble until the Dao Palace Immortal Power left by Qingnang Daozi is exhausted."

"Next time..."

Countless eyes were fixed on Chen Xuan, some filled with anger, some with pity, some with anxiety, and some with excitement.

But the test was over, the power of the Dao Palace had left, and the mural of the Mountain and Sea Banquet quickly lost its spirituality. All sounds disappeared, and the mural became an inanimate object again.

"call!"

Chen Xuan withdrew his gaze, and then, holding the lantern, continued to climb the Sky Corridor, preparing to see what was hidden in those aerial pavilions at the end.

Is this the third level of the Dao Palace?

Or perhaps some other mysterious place?
The night sky was desolate, with scattered starlight, as if each star was emerging among thousands of sky-reaching corridors. Where the sky-reaching corridors intersected, magnificent pavilions and towers stood out from nowhere, each a masterpiece of craftsmanship. Within the pavilions, celestial figures could be faintly seen, creating a magnificent and dreamlike scene.

"Wow!"

Chen Xuan had only taken a few steps when he suddenly muttered to himself with a hint of regret: "Too cautious. I shouldn't have used the fake Golden Elixir technique directly... I overestimated the ancient immortal seed. I should have used it to practice."

The Qingnang Daoist Temple should have contained a portion of the supreme inheritance of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady.

But the muddle-headed old Zhang had forgotten everything.

This ancient Daoist, Zhang Dongxuan, may have cultivated the supreme inheritance in advance.

If Qingnang Daozi knew what Chen Xuan was thinking at this moment, he probably wouldn't be able to maintain the demeanor of a disciple of a high-ranking family. Using a Daoist with a celestial seed as practice? How arrogant future generations will be!
……

Meanwhile, outside the Dao Palace.

"This year's seed pool is exceptionally large, far exceeding previous years."

Within the vertical pupils of the Candle Dragon soaring in the sky, a hazy figure murmured, counting the number of people and demons entering the Dao Palace.

"When all religions vie for supremacy, only the most outstanding individuals are qualified to compete for the ultimate supreme destiny."

"Who was the one who seized the supreme fortune in the previous generation? It is truly strange that he failed to ascend to immortality."

"Which generation succeeded? All failed, unable to escape the clutches of the Celestial Palace..."

"..."

Many figures sighed, while others sneered, saying:

"There is little way out. The 'True Scriptures of Mountains and Seas' on our ancestral land have probably all been altered by the Immortal Palace."

"Having devoured the ancestral land for millions of years, its cruelty is so extreme that even the ancient Yama King of the Underworld, if he were to be resurrected, would have to kowtow to the Celestial Palace several times."

"Yes, the ancient history of our ancestral land has probably been distorted as well."

"I can no longer distinguish between truth and falsehood..."

"Shh! Fellow Daoist, be careful what you say. What you keep in mind will surely have consequences. We can't afford to offend Him..."

"..."

Discussions arose from all directions, each person with their own agenda.

A slender figure holding an oil-paper umbrella was counting her "spoils" when suddenly, several gloomy eyes swept over her.

"What are you doing?" she asked, looking up at him.

"Fellow Daoist, let's begin the betting!" A massive figure resembling a Kunpeng approached, speaking in a sinister tone.

"What are you betting on? The seeds of your lineage have all been accidentally killed by the hopeless Xinzhai." She asked with a puzzled and concerned tone.

Because of her monastic vows, she won all three bets and made a fortune.

"Ah!"

More terrifying figures gathered around, including not only Kunpeng figures, but also those resembling Vermilion Birds, and some like dogs. Many of them resembled the demons that had died at Chen Xuan's hands... Their own offspring had all perished, and they had merged together.

"Bet on Xinzhai, can we ascend to the third level of the Dao Palace, meet the leaders of past dynasties, and see the ancient seekers of immortality?"

Many figures waved their sleeves, scattering mountains of treasures, shimmering with light and color.

"We've bet everything. This time, we're still betting on Xinzhai... If we lose, he won't amount to anything." The Kunpeng figure leading the group said coldly.

"..."

Her slender figure's gaze fell upon the mountains of treasure, but then her eyes turned icy, and she spoke:
“Your demons colluded with the Dao Palace's Ascension Platform beforehand, managed to descend to the mortal realm, and entered the pavilion of the third level of the Dao Palace… The referee intervened without any regard for propriety.”

"Whether it is or not, what difference does it make?!" A series of hazy figures floated by, and in the boundless mist, pairs of scarlet eyes shone brightly, densely packed, filled with anger and killing intent, already locked onto the woman's figure opposite them.

"No one can win forever."

A demonic figure spoke up: "Fellow Daoist of Qingnang, there's no need to hide it. Xinzhai must have been recruited by you."

"It wasn't me who did it," the slender figure said, shaking her head, her tone genuine.

"Just pretend it wasn't you!"

The Kunpeng figure spoke: "Let's begin the betting! We, the Bet Heart Sect, will lose!"

“Xin Zhai lost and couldn’t advance, which is considered good luck for him, but you have to return all the treasures you won because of him.”

"Xin Zhai has won. He has reached the third level of heaven. These treasures should be exchanged for his life!"

"..."

The slender woman remained silent for a few moments, then folded her oil-paper umbrella and laughed. Her voice was melodious, and a misty rain drifted by, with countless green mountains rising like waves.

In the misty rain, she could be vaguely seen, possessing the distinct physical characteristics of a female human being: a plump figure with a slender waist, and a closed blue paper umbrella resting on her chest, her breasts as majestic as mountains.

"Alright, I accept the bet." The woman, who seemed to have a special connection with Qingnang, nodded.

……

Inside the Taoist palace, the Tongtian Corridor twists and turns a hundred times.

Chen Xuan carried a lantern and walked through the night, as if strolling leisurely, but he moved very fast, like a gentle breeze sweeping up into the sky.

The higher you go, the greater the invisible pressure becomes. Just like the outside world, it's as if some kind of restriction exists, preventing the guests from exploring the mysteries of the higher places.

Even the Flowing Frost of the Divine Traveling Divine Seed could not climb too high and was once severely injured, covered in blood.

However, relying on his resilient immortal body and powerful soul, and with the protection of the Emperor's Banner, Chen Xuan ascended to the heavens with relative ease.

"Buzz!"

Soon after, Chen Xuan, under immense pressure from the sky, seemed to penetrate an invisible barrier like ripples in water, successfully stepping into a new world.

"The third level of heaven? It feels different from the ones below."

He followed the Sky Corridor and finally ascended to the nearest sky pavilion.

Chen Xuan estimated that even the Doubu demon immortal Zhong Liushuang would find it difficult to reach the heights he had reached.

"Boom!"

Chen Xuan knocked on the pavilion door and shouted, "I see something inside. I'd like to see who you are!"

He was very direct and got straight to the point, explaining his purpose. Even from a distance, he could see a shimmering light emanating from the pavilion, and vaguely discernible shadows that resembled both humans and demons.

However, there was silence; there was no response from the castle in the air.

Chen Xuan's cries were ignored.

"What filthy thing is it that you can't show your face to anyone?"

Chen Xuan frowned and pushed the door twice, but it wouldn't budge. A special force was resisting, refusing to cooperate? Could it be that they wanted him to use his inner energy to spy?
He thought for a moment and did not act rashly, but instead circled the small, floating pavilion.

Finally, he walked to the window on the side of the pavilion, stretched out his palm, and tentatively pushed it.

"Squeak!"

The window was pushed open a crack.

"Lock the door but not the window? If you're not careful, you're bound to be weak." Chen Xuan's eyes lit up, and he immediately leaned close to the window crack, staring intently inside.

"hiss!"

In an instant, Chen Xuan's pupils contracted, and he yanked his head back, cold sweat instantly pouring down his forehead as he saw something utterly terrifying.

"Why is it her?"

Chen Xuan's heart pounded, and for the first time in ages, he felt a surge of panic. His scalp tingled, and he muttered to himself, "It can't be her..."

I wasn't quite sure.

"Just one more look, just one more look." As if possessed, Chen Xuan clenched his fists and furtively peeked his head through the crack in the window, his gaze fixed intently on the inside.

This time, I can see it much more clearly!
It’s really her!
"Why didn't you lock the window when you took a shower? That's so careless; it would be embarrassing if someone saw you."

Chen Xuan muttered to himself, feeling a gentle fragrance permeating the air. He carefully closed the window, then immediately ran to the stone steps in front of the pavilion, sat down, and scratched his head.

He waited patiently, and after about fifteen minutes, he got up and knocked on the door again, very loudly, like the sound of drums.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Open the door quickly!" Chen Xuan shouted.

(End of this chapter)