Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

He glanced at Junji, then at the kneeling messenger, and intended to turn around and leave.

But considering that Junji was generous and had made many offerings to him on a regular basis, Linjian Sanren decided to give him one last reminder.

"Your Highness, the old Celestial Master of the Four Symbols Mountain was called Guiyi when he traveled the world a thousand years ago. People at that time respectfully called him the True Man Guiyi."

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and bowed to Junji.

"Your Highness's power is waning, and this old man has no intention of participating in the power struggles of the imperial court. I shall take my leave now!"

After saying that, without waiting for Junji's response, the hermit turned around and disappeared from Junji's sight at the fastest speed he had ever seen.

Watching the disappearing figure, Junji's face turned pale and then red.

At that moment, Junji felt that everything went black and the whole world was spinning.

He squatted on the ground, clutching his stomach, and remained silent for a long time.

He bit his lips until they turned blue and purple before suddenly standing up and kicking the messenger hard, sending him flying several meters away.

"Get out! All of you, get out! I am the rightful heir! I am the emperor! I am the true Son of Heaven of the Great Qi!!!"

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Tianqi Palace was the residence of the emperors of the Great Qi Dynasty throughout history.

The faint light emitted by the deep-sea pearl illuminated the scene inside the palace.

An elderly man with a full head of white hair lay motionless in a rattan chair, examining the crooked wooden carving in his hand.

One adult and one child, the adult holding the child, both smiling happily.

The wood carving is very simple in content and the carving is not good; in fact, it can be described as very poor.

Its face was not a face, its hands were bigger than its feet, even its nose was crooked, and there were several obvious knife scars on its body.

If a carpenter in the palace were to carve such a thing, his entire family would have to seriously reconsider their future career paths.

Inheriting a thousand-year history, every treasure in the Daqi Imperial Palace collection is selected according to the strict standards of the Nine Clans.

But this simple wooden carving has been kept by Emperor Yuan Qi of the Great Qi Dynasty until now, and he is now holding it in his hands and playing with it carefully.

Sunlight streamed through the crystal-clear glass, falling on his face and illuminating his serene features.

He looked energetic and showed no signs of being seriously ill.

"Your Majesty, the conflict at the Vermilion Bird Gate has ended. The Second Prince suffered a complete defeat, and the Ninth Princess's men have occupied the Vermilion Bird Gate and are now storming the palace, heading towards the Tianqi Palace."

"Has anything happened to Xiao Jiu?"

"As per your decree, His Highness the Ninth Prince is currently trapped in the Wenchang Hall. With the care of the Sage of Literature, his life should be safe."

Hearing the expected result, Jun Yuanqi was not surprised. He stroked the wooden carving in his hand and asked slowly.

"Sending a large force to surround the Wenchang Hall was the second prince's biggest mistake this time, but in terms of the number of troops and the strength at his disposal, he still holds an absolute advantage."

"If Yunxin and Xiao Jiu didn't join forces, it would be very difficult for them to defeat him. Yet he's been defeated so quickly. Who intervened and turned the tide of the battle?"

The old eunuch waiting before the emperor bowed, his eyes darting around, his words tinged with unconscious fear.

"The Number One Under Heaven—The Daoist Master of Unity."

For a fleeting moment, Jun Yuanqi's pupils contracted sharply, and his hand gripping the wooden carving trembled uncontrollably.

Fortunately, his years as emperor had made him accustomed to all kinds of ups and downs, and he was able to keep his emotions hidden.

He stood up and stroked his gray beard.

"It was actually the Celestial Master himself who took action?"

With a sigh, Jun Yuanqi slowly walked to the window, gently tapped the windowsill with his left hand, and it took him a long time to suppress his emotions.

"I always thought I had overestimated my wonderful daughter, but I never imagined I had underestimated her extraordinary qualities. If I remember correctly, the last time the Celestial Master appeared in public was five hundred years ago, wasn't it?"

The old eunuch bowed slightly, lowering his head even further.

"According to royal records, five hundred years ago, the demonic path flourished. At its peak, six terrestrial immortals joined the cause, intending to change the world and establish a demonic kingdom on earth."

All the major powers in the world were powerless to resist, and the demonic army marched all the way to the walls of Qi'an City, besieging the capital for a full year.

In the end, it was Emperor Wen who personally intervened, seeking an audience with the Celestial Master on Mount Sixiang, and offering the nine prefectures covered by Mount Sixiang as a price to persuade the Celestial Master to take action.

On that day, the Yin-Yang Taiji diagram spanned three thousand miles, and a golden giant tower descended from the sky. All six demon lords were captured in the tower and suppressed under the Four Symbols Mountain. To this day, there has been no news of them.

The crisis in the capital was resolved in a single day, and all the demonic forces in the world fell silent, retreating to the deep mountains.

If these contents were not records from within the Great Qi royal family, Jun Yuanqi would have loudly rebuked them and ordered the person who dared to speak nonsense to be dragged away and beheaded.

Listen! Spanning three thousand miles, a golden giant tower descends from the sky, suppressing six demon lords at the level of terrestrial immortals like chickens at the foot of the mountain.

In a single day, he single-handedly suppressed all the demonic forces in the world.

How is this different from mythology?

No one would believe it, but these contents are precisely the records of their Great Qi royal family's ancestral books.

The person who personally experienced these events, Emperor Wen, the oldest ancestor of the Daqi royal family, was in seclusion on Hulong Mountain.

If our ancestors were willing to admit something even at the cost of contradicting themselves, how could it be false?

After knocking on the window for a long time, Jun Yuanqi let out a long sigh.

"If Yunxin could live a few more years, even if it goes against the will of the world, I would still help her ascend the throne and clear away all obstacles for her."

Even if she knows nothing, her incomprehensible luck is enough. Although Xiao Jiu has the talent of an emperor, she cannot compare to Yun Xin who is favored by heaven and earth.

But unfortunately, she didn't have much time left, and all she wanted was for her weak and incompetent brother to ascend the throne. How could her third brother possibly be fit to be emperor?

The old woman listened to Jun Yuanqi's reflections and questions, but dared not utter a word.

This is the prevailing narrative today, but it wasn't the same a few days ago, and it's likely to change again in a few days.

The old emperor's mind has always been difficult to fathom; to describe it as fickle is an understatement.

To offer an opinion at this time would be tantamount to having too much time on one's hands.

Seeing the old eunuch's head droop lower and lower, Jun Yuanqi looked at his reflection in the glass and curled his lips into a smile.

He shook his head, it was unclear whether he was speaking to someone else or talking to himself.

"After all, we are father and daughter. I know Yunxin well. Her longing for family far exceeds that of any of my other children."

I watched her grow up from childhood and accompanied her through all sorts of silly things. It's no exaggeration to say that she is my favorite child.

Since she insists on this, then I'll indulge her in this nonsense for two years; consider it the last game I, as her father, will play with her.

As he spoke, Jun Yuanqi began to play with the wooden carving in his hand. He looked at the old eunuch and smiled broadly, like the most loving father.

"This little wooden carving was a gift from Yunxin to me on my sixtieth birthday when she was nine years old. I liked it very much and have kept it with me ever since."

At that time, Yunxin was so small, with several cuts on her hands. She burst into tears as soon as she was given the wood carving. She was so adorable.

I spent a long time trying to coax her to stop her from crying, and even had her sign a number of unequal treaties.

"Tell me, if I, in my serious illness, were to place this wooden carving by my bedside, what would Yunxin think upon seeing it?"