Ming Dynasty: pacifying the rebellion and defending the border, dominating the world

Chapter 442 Unpredictable Methods, Li Changsheng's Proposal
"What's the rush?"

Zhu Jinzhen made no move, only glancing at him. He admired Mo Yi's courage to draw his sword against him, but a mere terrestrial Celestial Realm cultivator was no different from ordinary mortals in front of him.

The next moment, Mo Yi was horrified to find that her body had frozen. She couldn't even move her fingers, let alone swing her sword. A wave of despair washed over her.

"Is the gap really that big?" Mo Yi gritted his teeth, constantly circulating his internal energy to try and break free of the restraints. But no matter how hard he tried, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Zhu Jinzhen ignored him and instead used Teyvat to select Qingfeng Daoist.

"I'm not good at healing wounds, especially those that have been there for years."

"but……"

"I can cure all diseases." When Zhu Jinzhen let go, Qingfeng Daoist, who had just fainted and been slapped to death by him, had fully recovered. Except for his pale face, his breathing became extremely even, and he fell into a dream like an infant.

"This……"

"This……"

"Master actually..."

Mo Yi stared in disbelief at the scene of Qingfeng Daoren's resurrection, her heart churning with turmoil.

Zhu Jinzhen didn't bother with it. He glanced at the Heavenly Dao Extreme Scenery, which had once again gathered countless clouds and mist, casually tossed something there, and then casually threw Qingfeng Daoist to Mo Yi. His figure flashed and disappeared in Penglai.

……

Half an hour later, on Penglai Island.

"What did you say?"

Li Changsheng and Qingfeng Daoren exclaimed in surprise at the same time.

When they woke up, they found Mo Yi absent-minded and that they were already in Penglai. Curious, they asked Mo Yi what had happened, and what they heard was unbelievable.

"Master, you can take a look for yourself." After recounting what had happened, Mo Yi used the Bagua Mind Gate to reflect his inner memories, presenting them in the form of images to Qingfeng Daoren and Li Changsheng.

a long time.

Both of them remained silent for a long time.

Qingfeng Daoist, in particular, was filled with lingering fear, frequently touching his neck, stomach, and head.

The scene in Mo Yi's memory was truly terrifying for Daoist Qingfeng. If it weren't for his circulating true energy throughout his body, and the power of heaven and earth connecting with the universe, he wouldn't have been able to clearly receive feedback from him that he was indeed still alive.

Qingfeng Daoren truly couldn't believe that he, whose head had been slapped into his chest cavity, was still alive!

Although the methods were miraculous, they could even reverse the course of life and death.

However, Qingfeng Daoren couldn't help but complain, "Although His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty can cure all diseases, his treatment methods are not something that ordinary people can afford."

Who would kill someone before trying to revive them while treating their injuries?
After a long silence, Li Changsheng realized why Mo Yi looked so complicated and stared blankly in the direction of the Ming Dynasty. Li Changsheng's lips twitched as well: "He has wielded the Heavenly Sword for many years and has comprehended the power to reverse life and death from it. Naturally, he can act recklessly!"

Now, Li Changsheng completely believes the rumor circulating in Beili.

Zhu Jinzhen truly possessed the Heavenly Sword.

Or perhaps they once wielded the Heavenly Sword!

"Ah."

Mo Yi nodded emphatically, looking towards the direction of Daming, appearing preoccupied.

The two people present could guess what Mo Yi was thinking. If that knot wasn't untied, Mo Yi might still be a peerless genius, but it would definitely be a huge obstacle to his cultivation. Zhu Jinzhen's behavior, however, had provoked Mo Yi, causing his inner turmoil to resurface and making it difficult for him to calm down.

"Actually, you should be happy."

Li Changsheng got up and sat down next to Mo Yi, staring blankly in the direction of the Ming Dynasty with him: "The Mo family has guarded the eastern border for many years, and has made great sacrifices to protect the people of the world."

"That Ming emperor was not a cold-hearted person."

Next, Li Changsheng recounted his experiences traveling to the Ming Dynasty in a divine journey, emphasizing the Investiture of the Gods and Lei Mengsha's desire to serve the Ming Dynasty.

Mo Yi turned to look at Li Changsheng, puzzled, not understanding what he meant by saying this.

"You're upset."

Li Changsheng smiled meaningfully, then gestured to Qingfeng Daoist sitting next to them and gave Mo Yi a bad idea: "That Ming emperor has just ascended the throne, and everything is in need of rebuilding and talent is urgently needed. You, a dignified terrestrial celestial being, should go and serve him. All you ask for is a favor from him. At the very least, you can get your sister a chance to be listed on the Investiture of the Gods."

"As for the eastern border, let your master guard it for now."

"He's fully recovered from his injuries anyway, so living another three or four hundred years shouldn't be a problem."

"Even if something changes in the Eastern Territory and assistance is needed, you can come with the help of the Ming Dynasty. It's killing several birds with one stone and achieving multiple benefits at once!"

As Li Changsheng finished speaking, he felt that his terrible idea was reasonable and well-founded, and he became more and more confident, completely ignoring Qingfeng Daoist who was listening nearby and rolling his eyes, almost slapping him.

He was Qingfeng Daoren, a two-hundred-year-old man.

Why leave him all alone and miserable in Penglai, the eastern border?

It's a wonder Li Changsheng could say that.

Thinking of Mo Yi's unfortunate childhood, Qingfeng Daoist couldn't help but sigh, this suggestion was truly brilliant: "Mo Yi, although Li Changsheng is unreliable, he is right. The Investiture of the Gods created by that Ming emperor was able to enfeoff his ministers as gods and even grant them immortality."

"I believe that I will surely be deified after my death, and resurrection will be a given."

"Today, the Ming emperor wreaked havoc, and I don't think the Eastern Territory will be able to stir up any trouble for the next hundred years. You can go there with complete peace of mind."

In the end, Qingfeng Daoist couldn't help but think of the sword light that tore through the heavens and earth and covered tens of thousands of miles before he fell into a coma.

With such an unparalleled deterrent effect, he believed that the so-called immortals and demons from beyond the realm would not dare to invade the human world again for a short period of time.

Mo Yi looked at Li Changsheng, then at his master Qingfeng Daoren, who spoke with heartfelt sincerity. The image of the little girl in his mind, his younger sister Xiao Lü'er, with whom he had once depended on each other, became clearer and clearer. Finally, he nodded heavily.

"Master, then I'll have to trouble you." Mo Yi stood up and bowed to Qingfeng Daoist, clearly having made up her mind.

Qingfeng Daoist helped him up and laughed loudly, "Haha, these old bones of mine can still support you for a few more years, Mo Yi, go ahead and do whatever you want!"

Upon hearing this, Mo Yi smiled. It was the first time Qingfeng Daoren had ever seen him smile so brightly. It was a genuine smile from the bottom of his heart, full of sunshine, unlike the indifferent smile he used to have.

Looking at the master and disciple, and then at the white-haired Taoist Qingfeng, Li Changsheng couldn't help but feel a surge of filial piety.

"Qingfeng is so vigorous for his age."

"Master Su Baiyi is only a little over two hundred years old this year, which is the age when he should be working hard."

"Or perhaps we could have Master guard the northern border for a few more years?"

Fortunately, Su Baiyi wasn't here and didn't know what Li Changsheng was thinking, otherwise he might have been furious and given this "filial" disciple a good "care".

(End of this chapter)