Fairy, dreams shouldn't be taken seriously.

Chapter 10 [You little rascal]

The Star-Gazing Tower was the tallest building in the Qian Yuan Empire.

Located in the northern part of Kyoto, it offers panoramic views of the world and the starry sky.

It is said that the first person in charge of the Imperial Observatory who built the observatory observed the celestial phenomena at night and decided to build the observatory in the eastern part of Kyoto.

However, once the factory began to operate, human lives were lost one after another, all of them dying violent deaths.

Upon closer examination, however, nothing was found; it seemed more like a warning from the heavens.

The first head of the Imperial Observatory died suddenly and mysteriously.

Soon, the newly appointed head of the Imperial Observatory, the second female director of the Imperial Observatory, observed the celestial phenomena at night and changed the location, placing it in the northern part of the capital.

From then on, high-rise buildings sprang up and were quickly completed.

With the help of 100,000 cultivators working day and night, the tallest building in the Qian Yuan Empire was successfully completed in less than a month.

And the female supervisor of the Imperial Observatory became famous from then on.

It is said that her divination skills were flawless.

However, one can only perform divination once a month, without exception.

This legendary female guard, who was stunningly beautiful throughout the capital, has had her true face seen by very few.

It is said that even when His Highness the Crown Prince requested an audience, she showed him no respect whatsoever.

Moreover, the emperor personally decreed that unauthorized persons should not disturb the Star Gazing Tower unless they have important business to attend to.

Such an honor is unique to the Qian Yuan Empire.

Royal study room.

The imperial study of the Qian Yuan Emperor was uniquely built on the edge of a cliff.

When they had nothing to do, emperors throughout history liked to walk to the edge of a towering cliff covered in white clouds, watch the endless sea of ​​clouds, and calmly sort out the affairs of the country.

There is also a legend that some earth-shattering, peerless magic technique is hidden within this sea of ​​clouds, and only the emperors of the Qian Yuan Empire who inherited it have the right to know the truth.

At this moment, a lazy middle-aged man, dressed in a loose white robe with flowing cloud and dragon patterns, stood atop the sea of ​​clouds, with his hands behind his back.

As far as the eye can see, there is Yangzhou, which is thousands of miles away.

Within his pupils, bolts of lightning struck one after another, their power boundless.

The scene of the courtyard in Yangzhou at this moment can be seen in its entirety.

After everything calmed down, the emperor, who appeared calm and casual but whose every move exuded nine-tenths of majesty, looked up at the vast sky and pondered.

"Your Majesty, an urgent report from the Observatory."

Behind him, an old eunuch appeared silently, leaving a trail of afterimages in the hall. He knelt on one knee and presented an urgent report.

The 3,650th Emperor of the Qian Yuan era did not turn around. In the blink of an eye, an urgent official document floated in front of him and unfolded its contents.

The text above contains only six simple words: "When the blood star rises, the emperor is in danger of destruction."

Seeing that the emperor, whose thoughts were deep and unfathomable, remained silent, the old eunuch wisely withdrew and disappeared without a trace.

At the edge of the cliff, the wind howled, carrying a chill from the bottom of the cliff.

Her robes fluttered in the wind, the white dragon-shaped hot spring swaying with the breeze, so lifelike, as if it were about to come to life at any moment.

Actually, those were just pajamas.

This was an emperor who disliked wearing dragon robes.

For him, the dragon robe was just a formality for the short time he spent at the morning court.

The wind blows through the summer, the clouds roll and unroll, and whispers dissipate into the sea of ​​clouds.

"After ten years of playing chess, the dawn is finally breaking, and the real show is about to begin..."

The words faded away with the wind, as if they had never existed.

The wind still blows, the clouds still linger, but there is no trace of anyone; they have vanished without a trace.

Beneath the abyss, clouds and mist churned, and the faint sound of a dragon's roar could be heard.

Yangzhou.

Fan Mansion.

After the calamity, Fan Zui tiptoed out of the now pitch-black stream, half of his head emerging.

Now, he was almost certain that the lightning tribulation was most likely aimed at him.

Just like the day his talent awakened...

"You damn heavens, you just wait! I'll show you what it means to shatter the heavens and pierce the sky!"

Fan Zui muttered to himself, then hurriedly put on his clothes.

He doesn't want people watching birds under the moon; he doesn't have that particular hobby.

However, it was still a step too late.

"Son, are you alright!"

Fan Zui had only put his pants on halfway when a one-armed old man suddenly emerged from the void, stood in front of him, and asked with concern.

The old man's left sleeve was empty, which stood out conspicuously, but there was a hint of intimidation in his expression.

This kind of person is the kind of person children see as a rigid, bureaucratic head of the teaching affairs office.

"Steward Zhao, I'm fine. Oh, why are you back? Where is the old lady?"

Fan Zui brushed the moisture from her hair and noticed that Steward Zhao, who was usually responsible for protecting the old lady, had suddenly appeared here. So she asked him curiously.

Zhao is a very rare surname, and many people may not have heard of it.

Butler Zhao, whose real name is Zhaohua, is a dignified old man with a missing arm, whose brows naturally exude a sense of ruthlessness.

He is a master of the Formless Realm by the old lady's side. In addition to overseeing the power of the Fan family, he is also responsible for the old lady's safety year-round.

Countless assassinations and plots were thwarted by him.

It's fair to say that without Steward Zhao, the Lin family in Yangzhou might not have survived to this day.

Butler Zhao, whose original name was Zhaohua, is now rarely remembered.

They mostly called him "steward" because they were used to it.

As for why he, with his cultivation at the Formless Realm, was able to establish his own sect, and why he had stayed by the side of an ordinary old lady for a hundred years, no one knows.

Fan Zui had never heard the old lady mention it.

Butler Zhao glanced at the stream behind Fan Zui, which had been stained black and filled with dead fish, then looked at the gradually dissipating thunderclouds in the sky. Finally, his gaze fell on Fan Zui, and a complex expression flashed across his face.

The ever-perceptive Fan Zui suddenly caught a fleeting glimpse of complexity in the other person's eyes in a split second.

He had seen the same expression in the eyes of the head maid, Ju Zi.

They are all fleeting.

Why is this?

"When the old lady learned of the changes in the manor, she specifically instructed me to rush back first to protect the young master. She will arrive shortly."

The steward walked to the stream, picked up a small fish that had rolled belly-up and was unconscious, examined it, then turned to look at Fan Zui and said:

"Young master, it's so late at night, why aren't you resting? If you wish to take a bath, simply have the servants prepare hot water."

If you require a maid to accompany you during your bath, that is also permissible. All the maids in the household are virgins, so you need not worry, young master.

Faced with such blunt words, Fan Zui's lips twitched slightly, and then he hurriedly said:

"Steward Zhao, I am alright now. You should go and protect the old lady quickly. By the way, when will she return?"

Steward Zhao glanced at Fan Zui, then looked out of the corner of his eye at the Chaos Spirit Treasure House behind him, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back. Finally, he broke through the void and left.

"The old lady still has matters to attend to outside and will return in a few days, so young master need not worry."

Fan Zui looked in the direction where the eye space had been unsealed and closed, his expression filled with envy.

When will I be able to become such a strong person?

Breaking through the void is a skill possessed only by those at the Formless Realm, and it is also a symbolic mark.

However, my current level is far from the Formless Realm.

"Is something wrong?"

Fan Zui frowned slightly, a vague sense of foreboding creeping over him.

I hope I'm just overthinking it.

I can only enter a dream state once every two days. I'm really looking forward to the next spiritual practice.

However, that witch will surely prepare an endless net to warmly welcome him.

It seems I need to make some careful plans myself.

[Frost Armor: Female, high-level spiritual treasure, ice attribute, can reflect a certain amount of enemy attacks, can freely change size, and is compatible with the host.]

Upon seeing the character "woman," Fan Zui's brow twitched involuntarily.