I became a god by eating monsters, and I became immortal by killing monsters.

Chapter 21 The Truth of the Immortal Palace

Using a folding fan as a pen and wearing brocade and fox fur clothes, the uncle of the Yang Kingdom, "King Xuan" Yang Zheng.

The folding fan in his hand emits a bright glow, and strands of talent rise.

He shouted angrily, "I swung my sleeves and descended from the clouds, my boat flew to the lonely post station. The wind was strong and the waves were rising, the sun was setting in the dark."

He speaks in poetry and his talent is as if guided.

In an instant, the drizzle turned into clouds and a strong wind blew.

Blow away the rain.

Dean Lu looked at Yang Zheng calmly: "I haven't seen you for a long time. Why is King Xuan becoming more and more timid?"

"It's just a light drizzle, why make such a fuss?"

Yang Zheng took a long breath and stared at Lu Zigan: "Silently nourishing things, Lu Zigan."

"This is the evaluation that Wen Xiujun gave you back then!"

Dean Lu said no more, and Yang Zheng waved his hand.

A young man who was about the same age as Prince Longyang but looked a little timid came out.

"Greetings, Master Zhong!"

When Long Yang saw the person coming, he felt a little contemptuous in his heart, but he was just as rude in his words.

"Since Brother Mingqing is here, why are you so reluctant to meet me?"

"Could it be that you feel your voice is hoarse and unpleasant, and you are too embarrassed to face people?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Yong lowered his head in shame, not daring to look Long Yang in the eye.

Yang Ning looked at his disappointing elder brother and stomped his feet in anger.

Lu Zigan looked at Prince Longyang who wanted to say something else, and communicated with him quietly through his heart.

"Alright, Your Highness."

"After all, we are living in Yang State as sojourners, so we should quit while we are ahead!"

Prince Longyang remained expressionless and waved his hand.

"Since Brother Mingqing has no objection, then I, Jiang Guo, will enter the Immortal Palace first."

"If we meet in the Immortal Palace, please help me, everyone from Yang State!"

"After all, only by living can we have a future!"

Yang Yong remained silent, and Yang Ning, as a princess, could only stare blankly.

I watched as Jiang Guo and his group of seventeen people walked behind the Qingbi Sky Curtain.

Yang Ning stared at Yang Yong indignantly: "Brother Emperor, you are the crown prince of our Yang Kingdom!"

"How can you show your weakness in front of the ministers of Jiang State?"

"For so many years, our Yang Kingdom has always been suppressing the Jiang Kingdom!"

Yang Zheng waved his hand to stop Yang Ning's complaints.

"Okay Ning'er, Brother Zigan is still here."

"Don't let outsiders laugh at you!"

Feng Xuan always thought that the name "Woshan" was strange.

Until he saw the two broken pieces of the stone tablet on the wide stone road.

There was a sudden commotion in my mind.

"This isn't Mount Mei or Mount Emei, it's definitely Mount Emei!"

The Taoist temple group included the prince "Longyang".

The ones with the highest cultivation level are Prince Longyang and Wen Bu, who are at the peak of the third level.

But after Feng Xuan passed through the light curtain, he separated from everyone else.

Apart from the faint sensation from the jade pendant on the chest.

Almost cut off contact with other people.

"I don't know if it's just me, or if everyone else is randomly teleported to different parts of the Immortal Palace."

He stroked the stone tablet engraved with the word "Mei".

It is unknown how many years the Emei Secret Realm has existed.

But the words on the stone tablet are still clearly visible.

At the broken end, there were still wisps of sword-like aura lingering.

"Are you a cultivator from Jiang Country?"

Just when Feng Xuan was sensing the sword evil at the broken end of the stone tablet.

Someone approached Feng Xuan and interrupted his contemplation.

The man was dressed in Confucian robes and holding a brush as thick as an adult's forearm in his hand.

Feng Xuan's words also turned cold.

"Could it be that Yang Guo is so careless in disturbing others' cultivation?"

"Is this the gift from the Yang Kingdom?"

"That's just what I think!"

The man pointed the brush in his hand at Feng Xuan angrily: "You barbarian, you are so unreasonable!"

"There's nothing here. You're clearly just daydreaming. How can you be practicing?"

Feng Xuan would not argue with a self-righteous fool.

Moli unsheathed his sword, its tip whistling. Without the outsiders' gaze, Feng Xuan used the Fuyao Qingfeng in his Dao Meridian for the first time.

The speed is shocking.

The brush in the hand of the visitor almost left an afterimage.

Even so, when Feng Xuan's sword was about to strike him, he had only written eighteen words.

A complete poem must have at least twenty words.

"Yang Guoru Xiu, nothing more than that!"

The man covered his neck which was bleeding and stared at Feng Xuan in disbelief.

He used up his last bit of strength and took out a page of paper embroidered with cloud patterns from the book bag at his waist.

Want to block the wound in the neck.

But as soon as the paper touched the wound, it was torn into pieces and had no effect at all.

Feng Xuan's calm voice also reached the ears of the visitor at this time.

"This is your chance to look at nothing."

He didn't notice that at the moment the man fell, a ray of brilliant light entered his body.

It swam all the way and entangled itself on the Dao meridian.

With the support of the panel, Feng Xuan only sat in meditation for half an hour.

In fact, with the help of the panel, it has been deduced for ten years.

[In the first year, your talent in swordsmanship was outstanding, and you became increasingly familiar with this sword evil.]
[The following year, you glimpsed some Dao rhyme from this wisp of sword evil]
……

In the fifth year, you mastered the sword technique at the broken end, but the evil spirit within it will corrode your body and affect your mind.
[Already comprehended: Sixth Rank: Heavenly Evil Sword Technique (incomplete)]
[In the tenth year, you try everything but still can't reduce the influence of the evil spirit on yourself]
[Remaining Spiritual Rhythm: 2,064]
He swung his sword again, chewing up the opponent's flesh.

Feng Xuan picked up the thick brush and book bag.

"It's really troublesome to be a Confucian practitioner. You have to carry around writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone!"

Walking on the empty stone steps in the mountains, Feng Xuan didn't know how long he had been walking.

I only remember that he looked through the things in the book bag many times.

He even studied a copy of "Shuzhi Fu" for a long time.

But the Shi Jie under his feet seemed to have no end.

Feng Xuan put away his book bag, carefully looked at the scenery along the way, and walked for another half an hour.

He finally realized something was wrong: "I'm actually going around in circles!"

"It seems that the evil spirit from that sword strike just now temporarily clouded my mind."

Tai Chi flow uses stillness to control movement.

Sitting cross-legged on the spot, Feng Xuan's heart gradually calmed down.

On a higher step, the two turned to look at Feng Xuan who was sitting cross-legged.

One person curled his lips and said, "Is this guy crazy?"

"Abandon the Ladder of Inquiry, a perfect opportunity to refine your character."

The other person seemed to see something, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

He did not say anything, but climbed up silently.

Feng Xuan's spiritual perception was still a little confused, but after being hit by the murderous aura, he suddenly became clear.

He saw the back of the person walking away.

He thought to himself, "Is it coming for me?"

"They're still here for the Jiang Country cultivators."

Feng Xuan’s cultivation is still at a low level now, and he is almost the worst among all the cultivators who have entered the Immortal Palace.

Looking at the fork in the road not far away, it seems to lead to a tall building.

He decisively gave up climbing and headed straight for the tall building.

The first floor of the high-rise building is in a mess.

The blue bricks on the ground are still bright and reflective.

Unfortunately, the collapsed wooden cabinet was already empty and there was nothing in it.

He went up to the second floor and the same thing happened.

It was not until the seventh floor that he saw a crystal clear wall blocking his way.

The golden restriction, like a swimming fish, appears and disappears within the thick crystal wall.

Everything is changing all the time.

"What a mysterious method."

Feng Xuan stopped for a moment, pulled out the Black Carp and swung it twice with all his strength.

Not only did it fail to damage the crystal wall, but the huge recoil force made his arm numb.

"With my current means and strength, there is no way I can break through this wall."

Looking at the three tables in the hall on the seventh floor.

Three crystal boxes, sparkling with precious light.

With a soft sigh, Feng Xuan prepared to leave.

Although treasures are good, they are ultimately just illusions. You can see them but you cannot get them.

(End of this chapter)