I picked up the scattered attributes

For the mighty Emperor Xuanwu to lose his composure like this, it must be no small matter.

However, he was no longer the Feng Xia he was when he first transmigrated.

Having experienced so much turmoil, he has witnessed the glory of antiquity and the fall of divine light. What scene has he not seen?

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"Your bedroom has been taken over by that butcher's knife?"

The answer Feng Xia received from Mo Lianque was far beyond her expectations.

Extra! Extra!

His Majesty the Emperor of Xuanwu Kingdom, his palace was actually stolen by someone... oh, by a butcher's knife!

"Your Majesty, you're not joking with me, are you?"

Feng Xia's gaze was quite strange. He glanced at Mo Lian Que several times before asking with a wry smile, "That butcher knife is indeed incredibly powerful, but it's just a knife. What was it doing trying to steal His Majesty's bedchamber?"

Mo Lianque looked helpless: "I don't know!"

"Besides, even if His Majesty's current cultivation level is insufficient to deal with that butcher's knife, moving to a new place... shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Mo Lianque was even more helpless: "I've already changed locations three times, but every time I've just moved, that butcher's knife suddenly falls from the sky, and once it almost hit me..."

As he spoke, His Majesty began to stammer.

Feng Xia pressed him repeatedly before finally figuring out what had happened.

simply put.

My previous trip to the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons took more than a year.

During this time, His Majesty the Emperor was extremely bored, and the concubines were also incredibly lonely. So, upon returning to Xuanwu Kingdom, they immediately fell in love...

In short, applaud love.

Then, the butcher's knife suddenly fell from the sky, destroying three palaces three times, and even nearly hitting a vital spot once, leaving His Majesty with a deep psychological shadow to this day.

It's almost time to stop.

Feng Xia almost burst out laughing when she heard this.

After recounting his harrowing experience, Mo Lianque blinked and stared intently at Feng Xia: "Sect Leader Feng, don't you have anything to say?"

He remembers it very clearly...

That butcher knife belongs to Feng Xia!

Now that things have escalated to this point, Feng Xia must take responsibility. The master must pay for the actions of using weapons!

Feng Xia thought for a moment and exclaimed, "Awesome!"

Mo Lianque: "???"

What kind of bizarre and absurd thought is this?!

"Speaking of which, hasn't Your Majesty ever considered why such a perfectly good butcher's knife... specifically targeted you?" Feng Xia stroked his chin and raised a new question.

"If you say so..."

His Majesty the Emperor immediately fell into deep thought.

In that instant, many things came to mind.

It is said that the butcher's knife of the Wind Master is most sensitive to evil energy. In many cases, a suitable amount of evil energy can enhance the combat power of a supernatural being, but if the evil energy is too strong, it may cause great hidden dangers!

Could it be that……

It was because after he returned to Fujing City, he discovered that many treacherous officials had taken advantage of his absence to stir up trouble and commit evil deeds. As a result, he was furious and killed many people, causing blood to flow like a river outside the Golden Palace, which made his murderous aura too strong.

This possibility cannot be ruled out!

For the vast majority of those with supernatural powers, evil energy is something that should be used in excess.

What's even more terrifying is that if one's will is truly eroded by evil energy, one usually doesn't realize it until it's too late to regret it!

"If that's the case, then we should really be careful in the future. The baleful aura can boost combat power, but it can also erode magic power and even the soul, causing cultivation to stagnate completely!"

Mo Lianque was secretly alarmed. Fortunately, this time, he came to find Feng Xia.

Otherwise, who knows what trouble might arise later!

"I know..."

"Your Majesty, have you ever considered that the source might be in your own palace?"

"……what?"

The words that were already on the tip of his tongue were swallowed back down by Mo Lianque in the blink of an eye.

His Majesty the Emperor's eyes widened, and for a moment, he felt that all his vigilance... had been completely wasted.

Who understands this?!

"Something went wrong with the bedchamber... surely not?"

After a silence that lasted for more than ten breaths, Mo Lianque began to ponder with a headache: "Most of the palaces of my beloved concubines were built quite a few years ago. If there were to be a problem, it should have already been a problem long ago..."

"No, what I meant was... the problem lies with the spirit of the butcher's knife, and His Majesty's palaces merely brought the spirit's problem to the forefront..."

Feng Xia pondered this point and activated the Heavenly Dragon Eight-Tone Bell to open a spatial passage: "After saying so much, why not just go to the palace and see for yourself?"

Mo Lianque hurriedly followed, his heart pounding, yet he also felt a sense of relief.

"The problem lies with that terrifying butcher knife? If it's really as Sect Leader Feng said, I wonder if it's a good thing or a bad thing..."

He had seen Feng Xia wield that butcher knife and slay all sorts of terrifying enemies more than once.

Even just recently, a powerful enemy from the Eastern Emperor Continent attacked, wielding a demonic blade with terrifying aura. However, before it could even exert its full power, it was shattered by the butcher's knife.

Such a deadly weapon, if it keeps its eyes on his bed... no, if it goes berserk in Xuanwu Kingdom, the consequences are unimaginable!

……

Floating Capital City.

royal palace.

Feng Xia had only taken a few steps when he heard a loud shout, filled with shock and anger, coming from behind him as it drew closer:

"Stop right there! How dare you trespass on the forbidden grounds of the palace!"

"And who are you? I've never seen your face before!"

Feng Xia stopped abruptly, turned her head, and looked on with a hint of surprise. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "Where did this scholar come from in the palace?"

The men who were holding him from behind were mostly dressed in plain clothes, some simple and others luxurious, but they all behaved in a low-key, reserved and unassuming manner.

But what truly caught Feng Xia's attention was...

The cultivation aura of these people is far too weak!

After a period of revival of the world's spiritual energy, those who were once kings at the Dao Platform Realm are now everywhere, and those at the Divine Power Realm are countless.

The group of "scholars" who called out to him were all quite old, and the strongest of them was only at the first level of the Divine Power Realm!

That would mean that before the primordial energy recovers, these scholars' cultivation levels might not even reach the Opening Wheel Realm.

To put it in an exaggerated way, they may have been completely ordinary people before!

"Where did this weakling come from? How did he get into the palace?"

Feng Xia had barely uttered a word when he saw one of the scholars' expressions change.

He glared sharply at Feng Xia and shouted sternly:

"Young man, didn't your elders teach you what etiquette and respect are?"

"?"

Since arriving in the present, this is the first time anyone has brought up this topic, and Feng Xia has shown a rare expression of curiosity.

……

Chapter 0608

It has been more than a year since I traveled through time.

Fuuka has actually encountered quite a few people who could be considered "elders"—

Ancestor Chenhai taught him the "Floating Dream Three Lifetimes Technique," thus beginning Fengxia's path of cultivation.

Ji Qixi, the old headmaster of Qianqiu Valley, awakened him from the "Enlightenment Tribulation," which was tantamount to saving his life from a desperate situation.

The teachers at the Heavenly Pattern Academy, Jiao Qingtu of the East Sea Dragon Clan, Wu Guan, the Moon Goddess, and so on—almost everyone could be considered a good teacher and helpful friend, from whom Feng Xia benefited immensely.

But strictly speaking, this is truly the first time someone has questioned him:

Did any elders teach you manners and respect?

"That's quite a novel question."

Feng Xia stroked her chin thoughtfully and nodded, then looked at the elderly man again: "No, what's wrong?"

The old man's rebuke was immediately choked in his throat: "..."