The world is like a prison, my body is holy

"Wow!"

The final bolt of lightning, a bluish-purple hue, struck the Hunkun True Man atop Lotus Peak, causing the old Taoist to cry out, "My goodness!"

Although the cries were pitiful, the three people watching the ceremony were completely relieved.

"Not bad, very energetic!"

Master Zhang stroked his beard and teased with a smile.

Jin Ping Daoist smiled and nodded, his words carrying a deeper meaning: "Brother Liu, this can be considered a turn for the better after the worst..."

The two men kept glancing at Wang Wen out of the corner of their eyes.

Both of them were great cultivators who had personally experienced the tribulations between immortals and mortals. How could they not see that the intensity of Hunkun Zhenren's tribulation between immortals and mortals was reduced by at least 50% compared to the normal tribulation between immortals and mortals?
Wang Wen seemed oblivious to the gazes of the two sect leaders, but inwardly he was happily thanking the Heavenly Dao Lord.

The master is really giving me face!
As the final tribulation came to an end, a pure celestial light pierced through the dark, looming tribulation clouds and struck Hunkun Zhenren. Hunkun Zhenren's withered, dark figure floated up in the celestial light, quickly shedding his disheveled appearance. Not only did his aged appearance reverse, but even his severed arm regrowed at a speed visible to the naked eye...

However, Wang Wen knew that Hunkun Zhenren's current state was only temporary. When the Heavenly Court reopened and the Immortal Realm was re-established, Hunkun Zhenren would shed his physical body and ascend to the Immortal Realm with his pure Yang primordial spirit to forge an immortal body.

The same applies to Zhang Tianshi and Jinping Daoren.

Only those who cultivate the path of physical immortality can ascend to the celestial realm with their physical body and forge an immortal body based on their physical body!
Whether or not one's immortal body is forged from a physical body is the sole criterion for distinguishing between immortals who bestow blessings and immortal warriors.

Throughout history, the top experts in the Heavenly Court who could be called generals or gods of war were mostly powerful individuals who cultivated the path to sainthood through physical cultivation.

The most famous of them all are the three traitors of Heaven…

Before long, the Hunkun Zhenren, who had regained his youthful vigor and was exuding an aura of immortality, descended gracefully from the sky. He happily bowed to the two sect leaders, Zhang Tianshi and Jinping Daoren, saying, "This old Daoist's skills are not proficient. I am ashamed that you two Daoist brothers have gone to so much trouble for me!"

"Brother, you're too kind!"

The two sect leaders bowed in return: "The road to seeking the Dao is long but also bright. It is a great joy to have fellow Daoists to accompany us!"

"We have waited a hundred years to seek the truth, and finally achieved enlightenment. We are honored to be able to walk hand in hand into the next hundred years!"

The three sect leaders looked at each other, deeply saddened.

The path to enlightenment is lonely, and no one can accompany you for long. To have like-minded companions to travel with you on your journey is truly a great blessing...

After the three sect leaders finished exchanging pleasantries, Master Hunkun looked at Wang Wen. Although he tried his best to control his excitement, his eyes still reddened. He solemnly said, "I will remember your kindness, Junior Brother. From now on, wherever you are in the vast sky or the deepest galaxy, I will do anything for you, Junior Brother, even if it means dying a hundred times!"

Wang Wenyi couldn't hide his excitement, but still sneered, "Old geezer, talking nonsense!"

"Hahaha……"

Zhang Tianshi and Jinping Daoren burst into laughter.

……

After a night of flowing water, winding wine cups, and endless conversation.

Wang Wen parted ways with the three sect leaders and traveled alone to the capital.

Emperor Tianqi, Chai Shen, was indulging in unrestrained revelry in the warm pavilion, drinking wine and listening to music, when he suddenly saw Wang Wen striding into the pavilion. He was so startled that he almost fell off the brocade couch.

His face flushed red with fright, and he forced out a sheepish smile: "Grand Tutor..."

Wang Wen glanced expressionlessly at the many alluring singers still dancing in the hall, then turned and left without a word.

Seeing this, Emperor Tianqi hurriedly got up and chased after him barefoot. A vicious dog pounced on him and grabbed his leg, slamming him onto the thick wooden floor with a "bang." He looked up, his face weak, helpless, and sincere, and said, "Grand Tutor, I was wrong!"

Wang Wen: …

He took a deep breath and repeatedly told himself, "Don't get angry, don't get angry, anger will make you sick and no one can take your place," and "This little thing may be mediocre, but at least it is mediocre enough to know its own limitations"... before he could suppress the anger in his heart.

He turned around, dragging the Emperor Tianqi who was clinging to his leg, and strode back into the warm pavilion. With a wave of his sleeve, he angrily shouted, "Disperse, all of you! Get out!"

"Guards, immediately provide these women of marriageable age with travel expenses and resettlement allowances, send them back to their places of origin, and instruct the local government to urge them to get married as soon as possible."

"Someone, immediately count the number of palace maids and eunuchs, and bring me the report..."

Inside the warm pavilion, the palace servants—some playing music, some dancing, some tending the stove, some pouring wine, and some sweeping—looked at each other in bewilderment, unsure whether to continue playing music or dancing, or to do exactly as Wang Wen suggested.

Finally, the pendant on Wang Wen's calf perked up, and he glared angrily at the bewildered palace servants, shouting, "Are you all deaf? Can't you hear what the Grand Tutor is saying? Get out of here!"

Wang Wen looked down and glared at him: "Why are you yelling so loudly?"

The pendant shrank its neck and muttered pitifully, "I only did it because they all recognized the Grand Tutor."

Wang Wen: "Why are you being so talkative?"

Seeing that even the Emperor couldn't utter a single strong word in front of this man, the palace servants inside the warm pavilion could easily distinguish between the two princes. They immediately followed Wang Wen's instructions, bowed, and hurriedly withdrew...

Wang Wen dragged the ornament to the warm pavilion, and with a wave of his hand, the brocade couch and imperial desk with dragon and phoenix carvings slid to one side automatically, and two grand master chairs slid over from both sides to take their place.

"Get up and sit properly!"

The pendant immediately scrambled to its feet, placed its hands flat on its knees, and sat upright in a grand chair, its bottom barely touching the cushion, not daring to sit properly at all.

Wang Wen sat down opposite him expressionlessly and said loudly, "Someone, brew a pot of tea!"

The pendant turned its head and whispered in a low voice, "Bring the Grand Tutor a pot of my Miyun Dragon tea, and also some of my favorite Seven Treasures Tea, White Cloud Cake, and Yunnan Ham Pastry..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the palace servants responded in low, strained voices from outside the warm pavilion: "Yes, they will be here shortly."

Wang Wen stared expressionlessly at Emperor Tianqi. Under his gaze, Emperor Tianqi unconsciously shrank his neck, hunched his shoulders, and slumped his lower back, curling up in the armchair like a socially anxious autistic patient, not daring to look directly into his cold eyes.

After a long while, Wang Wen's gaze softened, and he sighed softly, saying earnestly, "You are an educated man. You don't need me to teach you the story of King Chu's fondness for slender waists, which led to the starvation of his palace women. The current state of the country is far from a time of peace and prosperity, a time for indulging in pleasures. As the emperor, you must be diligent and not waste your time, leaving behind only a bad reputation..."

The Tianqi Emperor did not quite agree with his statement, but he responded obsequiously without thinking, "This student will follow the Grand Tutor's teachings and will certainly be diligent in governing and caring for the people, working tirelessly day and night, devoting himself to the cause until his dying breath!"

How could Wang Wen not see that the little thing was just giving him the runaround?
'Forget it, the virtue of those in power is simply not to act recklessly!'

He thought to himself, then continued, "Has anything major happened in the country recently?"

Emperor Tianqi asked cautiously, "Is the Imperial Banquet considered a major event?" Wang Wen almost laughed out of exasperation, "Do you think you're being funny?"

Emperor Tianqi quickly shook his head: "No, no, it's just that if this isn't a big deal, then nothing is really a big deal..."

He paused, then suddenly remembered something and asked in surprise, "By the way, why did the Grand Tutor arrive so quickly? Could it be that that little brat Liu Zhi'en has also learned the art of levitation?"

"What happened to Liu Qi?"

Wang Wen then remembered that he hadn't seen the little eunuch this time: "Where is he?"

The Tianqi Emperor was increasingly surprised: "I sent him to Yangzhou to invite you to the capital for the imperial banquet, didn't I? Didn't you see him?"

Wang Wen shook his head: "I'm not in Yangzhou right now, I came from somewhere else... Are you out of your mind? Don't you know how busy I am? Do you really need me to come and help you show off?"

When Emperor Tianqi heard the unfriendly tone in his voice, his heart tightened, and he subconsciously said, "No, no, I sent Zhi'en south to Yangzhou because I have important matters to discuss with the Grand Tutor in the capital. Attending the court banquet was just a side matter... Right, important matters!"

He suddenly remembered something, got up, and ran barefoot to the imperial desk. He searched through the mountain of memorials for a long time, finally finding a crumpled one. He grabbed a corner of his jade-white robe and vigorously wiped the wine stains off the memorial, then handed it to Wang Wen with a sheepish smile: "This is an urgent report from the northwest, please take a look, Grand Tutor!"

Wang Wen took the memorial with suspicion and opened it, reading it carefully word by word: "On the ninth day of the twelfth month of the third year of the Tianqi reign... tens of thousands of blond-haired, blue-eyed demons came from the west... using their sorcery to break through our city gates and kill our people... I beg Your Majesty for mercy... and swiftly dispatch heavenly troops..."

Emperor Tianqi cautiously observed his expression and asked in a low voice, "Is this serious business?"

Wang Wen glanced at him, then stood up expressionlessly, reached out with his left hand and grabbed the back of his neck with lightning speed, while his right hand flicked out a handful of water the size of a washbasin, which floated quietly above his head.

The next second, he lifted the Emperor Tianqi with one hand and shoved his head into the clear water.

Emperor Tianqi struggled violently, flailing his arms and legs, but felt as if the large hand on the back of his neck was an iron clamp, and he could not budge it even a fraction of a second.

"Gulu gulu..."

Bubbles kept rising from the clear water as the Emperor Tianqi struggled more and more violently.

Wang Wen silently counted down the seconds until ninety seconds later, when he finally pulled the Tianqi Emperor's head out of the floating water.

"what……"

Emperor Tianqi opened his mouth wide and gasped for breath. Just as he was about to beg for mercy, Wang Wen pushed his head back into the water.

This time, Emperor Tianqi struggled even more fiercely, almost hanging upside down on Wang Wen's hand, desperately trying to pull his head out of the water like a radish being pulled.

Wang Wen remained unmoved and silently counted down the seconds until, sixty seconds later, he once again pulled the Tianqi Emperor's head out of the floating water.

"what……"

The Tianqi Emperor's wide-open mouth and desperate gasping for breath resembled that of a patient suffering a heart attack and unable to breathe, with his eyes wide open, pupils contracted, and veins bulging on his neck.

Wang Wen met the Emperor's pleading eyes, which were on the verge of tears, with a blank expression, and then ruthlessly pushed the Emperor's head back into the water.

This time, Emperor Tianqi didn't even have the strength to struggle. He hung limply in Wang Wen's large hand, twitching violently every now and then...

Wang Wen continued counting down with a calm and unwavering mind. Even as pale yellow water droplets dripped onto the reflective brown wooden floor, splashing up tiny water droplets, he remained completely unmoved.

Only after he had silently counted to thirty did he pull the Tianqi Emperor's head out of the water once more.

"Puff puff……"

Water kept gushing from the Tianqi Emperor's mouth and nose. His limbs hung limply and stiffly. His pupils, which were already showing signs of spreading, stared unfocused ahead. Due to extreme lack of oxygen, his mind was in a daze, with only the three questions of life remaining in his mind.

'who I am? ’

Where am I?

'Where am I going...'

Wang Wen turned Emperor Tianqi's head so that it was level with his own line of sight.

"Are you sober?"

he asked.

Emperor Tianqi stared at him blankly, not knowing how to answer.

Only after staring at Wang Wen for two or three seconds did he suddenly snap out of it, gesturing wildly and shouting hoarsely, "I'm awake! I'm awake! I'm fully awake! I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong! I'll change, I'll definitely change! Grand Tutor, please forgive me! Grand Tutor, spare my life..."

"Pfft."

As soon as Wang Wen let go, Emperor Tianqi fell heavily to the ground, trembling and staring at Wang Wen with a look of terror on his face.

He swears on his life that he will never again say something like "I'll just beat you up if you want"!

Wang Wen looked down at him with a cold gaze and said slowly, "Yesterday, several great cultivators who have become immortals told me that they observed the stars at night a few days ago and saw two signs that foreshadowed great chaos, namely, the disappearance of the Ziwei star and the guarding of the heart by Mars."

"But now it seems that your Chai family's empire doesn't need an outsider like me to meddle."

"You'd better watch yourself from now on..."

After saying that, he turned around and strode out.

Emperor Tianqi, whose mind was still reeling from this sudden "bad news," abruptly snapped back to reality. He lunged forward like a vicious dog, grabbing his leg and refusing to let go. Like a child whose candy had been stolen, he kicked his legs on the floor and howled hoarsely, "Grand Tutor, don't go! Grand Tutor, don't abandon me! I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong! If I ever drink another drop of wine or indulge in pleasure again, may I be reborn as a pig or a dog in my next life! Grand Tutor, please beat me again! I really know I was wrong, I really will change..."

Three years into his reign, he learned nothing but how to flush away one's dignity and reputation.

face?
Sorry, I didn't wash it last night, it's just sitting at home!
So, Wang Wendu decided to stop getting involved in these messy affairs, but after his gloomy outburst, he hesitated again...

The more you hesitate, the angrier you get!

He simply ripped off his belt, turned around, and started whipping her across the face.

The Emperor Tianqi was whipped so badly he rolled on the ground screaming in agony...

The screams got louder and louder.

I almost burst out laughing! (End of Chapter)