Chapter 625: The Terminator of All Beliefs

"Also, the Qinggong has been watched tightly by the Star-Plucking Tower recently." Fang Canran laughed, "The Longevity Pill case is being investigated by Bai Envoy, and there is currently no progress, and the Tiangong is very unwilling. At this time, the Qinggong's actions will inevitably be restrained."

He Lingchuan felt deeply: "The opponent is too strong."

It is said that the Heavenly Might is unpredictable; the Tiangong represents the highest will of this country. Whoever it watches, whoever it hits, must crawl on the ground and not move.

Even a noble State Preceptor dare not offend it.

If it were another opponent, State Preceptor Qingyang wouldn't have been suppressed so miserably.

He raised his glass: "Come, drink."

Just as the last bit of honey wine in the jar was drunk, Fang Canran said goodbye: "I've been out for a long time, I should go back."

He Lingchuan followed and stood up: "Not staying for dinner?"

"No, I remembered there is an urgent matter at Dun Garden."

"Good, I'll see Mr. Fang out."

From the pier to outside the main gate, the two were silent all the way.

Just then, Fu Shanyue returned to Pianxiang Shanzhuang and was startled to see Fang Canran: "General Manager Fang? What wind blew you to my place?"

Fang Canran saluted him: "Your Highness Crown Prince. Young Master He ordered a treasure at Dun Garden, and I delivered it to him. It's getting late, I'll go back first."

"Good, good, won't see you out."

Fang Canran smiled at He Lingchuan again: "Young Master He, we'll meet again."

He Lingchuan waved goodbye to him.

Meet again? That was of course.

Fu Shanyue watched Fang Canran's carriage leave and asked He Lingchuan: "What did he send you?"

"Send?" He Lingchuan rolled his eyes, "He sold me a toy, expensive to the point of absurdity, 9,600 taels of silver!"

"What kind of thing?"

"A Dreamland."

Fu Shanyue was surprised: "You miser who doesn't pull a hair, would spend 10,000 taels to buy a toy?"

"I just asked, who knew he really had one and delivered it to my door himself. Could I say I didn't want it?" He Lingchuan suddenly smiled and said to Fu Shanyue, "How about, I resell it to you?"

"Is my head big, why would I want this?" There must be a ghost in it, but Fu Shanyue was too lazy to care, "Keep it and play with it yourself. By the way, the Grass Sea activity hosted by the Lord Zhongsun family will be held soon, and the invitation was sent to me, so I replied on your behalf."

He Lingchuan made a sound of "tsk tsk": "The Lord Zhongsun family is truly something; Zhong Sunmou's life or death is unknown, and they still have the heart to hold activities?"

"This is a tradition of Lingxu City, once every two years, and it has lasted for hundreds of years; does his family dare to let this tradition break in their hands?" Fu Shanyue said gloomily, "Compared to this, Zhong Sunmou's life or death is what kind of small matter?"

He Lingchuan shrugged: "By the way, any progress on the Crown Prince provocation case?"

Fu Shanyue laughed: "No, but I went to the Grand Minister of Agriculture's house again this afternoon, and stayed there for two hours. Old Man Yao wanted to use official business as an excuse to escape, but I blocked him."

"You brought people there?" Today, there were few Red Yan guards in the villa, and He Lingchuan knew at a glance that Fu Shanyue had called everyone out.

This was the third time Fu Shanyue went to the Yao residence, right? "Uh-huh, brought them all to the Grand Minister of Agriculture's mansion, I drank tea inside, and they waited outside." The Red Yan guards were all dressed in bright armor, only missing negative flags and inserting banners, beating gongs and drums to say we came to the Grand Minister of Agriculture's house.

The Yao residence was originally one of the richest families in Lingxu City, usually full of guests and carriages. Now, dozens of Red Yan guards blocked half of the main gate; everyone saw it and understood it in their hearts.

The Red Yan Crown Prince was just looking for trouble at the Yao residence, creating topics for himself, and hyping up the heat.

But the Emperor acquiesced, so what could others say? And the people of Lingxu City really ate this set. Many nobles even sent special people to squat at Pianxiang Shanzhuang to see what kind of tricks the Red Yan Crown Prince could come up with next time he went to the Yao residence.

I heard that Yao Xingning had already gone crazy once and wanted to meet Fu Shanyue, but was strictly guarded by her old father, restricting her.

Yao's son-in-law Cen Poqing killed monsters to take beads in Red Yan and harmed the Red Yan Special Envoy; the Yao residence was already very passive in this matter, plus a suspicion of instigating the Crown Prince to kill and set fire, the Grand Minister of Agriculture already felt unbearable.

At this time, one has to be low-key, and facing the laughter and scolding of the Red Yan Crown Prince, one has to endure it, and must not let the daughter stir up any more trouble.

Fu Shanyue stretched: "In seven or eight days, I'll go find him for the result."

He Lingchuan rarely exhorted Fu Shanyue: "Be careful."

"I know, I have my own sense of proportion."

He Lingchuan ate dinner and returned to his courtyard to practice martial arts.

Two consecutive eruptions of the Emperor's Flowing Pulp made the spiritual energy of heaven and earth tend to recover, and his cultivation became easier. At this time, the first dantian was basically filled with liquefied true power, and he began to fill the second dantian.

Even the clone technique had made progress; the duration increased from the original twelve breaths to twenty breaths, and it could leave the main body by up to twenty zhang. Of course, the true power consumed also increased further, but for him now, it was easily affordable.

After playing with the spear for half an hour, He Lingchuan was steaming with heat, still not feeling sleepy. The fierce tiger watched from the tree with itchy claws, jumped down from the tree in two steps, let out a long roar, and pounced on him.

For a time, tiger claws and spear shadows, his courtyard was very lively.

Jiao Yu was usually as lazy as if it had no bones, able to lie down and never stand, but one slap could easily slap out 3,000 jin of force, and at its peak, it could turn over twice, and it was left and right, able to strike eight claw attacks in one second, which looked like a series of afterimages to outsiders.

Then, the person might be gone.

Its strength was stronger than Da Shu, and both had the signature skill Tiger Awe, born with the king's aura, suppressing other creatures until their livers and gallbladders were broken.

A gardener happened to pass by outside, and caught off guard, heard the fierce tiger roar; his heart almost jumped out of his chest, and the tools in his hands fell to the ground.

He Lingchuan had been with it for a long time, so he wasn't afraid of this, but Jiao Yu's strength and agility were better than Meng Shan, only the moves were fewer—monsters' moves were always about quality rather than quantity; practicing to the extreme, they would always return to simplicity.

The nearby Heart-Unity Guards were all attracted, watched for a while, dazzled, and looked at each other, their faces changing.

Although it was just a practice between man and tiger, the battle at this time was already more intense than He Lingchuan's fight with Da Shu in the ruins of Thousand Star City. Da Shu had cultivated the ice supernatural power, but Jiao Yu was born with the ability to control wind, so although its body size was larger than its father's, its agility and lightness were even better.

Finally, it opened its big mouth and pounced on He Lingchuan, who raised his spear horizontally to block in front of him.

Jiao Yu's full mouth of fangs bit onto the wooden spear shaft, then shook its head, and the shaft snapped with a *crack*.

He Lingchuan hugged its head and shouted: "Foul, foul! I didn't use the Soaring Dragon Spear!"

Jiao Yu then put away its claws, and He Lingchuan changed to press its shoulder.

Man and tiger wrestled for a long time, and finally He Lingchuan was pushed back several steps and lost.

Both sides lay on the ground, exhausted.

Jiao Yu stuck out its tongue, panting harder than a dog.

Not counting this last bit of wrestling, it knew very well in its heart that it was no longer He Lingchuan's opponent.

Sigh.

Since the battle with Fan Sheng in the Lotus Palace, this Special Envoy's cultivation seemed to have taken a big step forward again.

He Lingchuan wiped off his sweat for a while before patting Jiao Yu's forehead: "Go, let's take a bath in the lake."

After going into the water, he lay on the tiger's back and was lazy.

When he climbed out of the lake, the tiger also shook its fur after coming out of the water, happily splashing his head and face.

"Ouch, I'm going!"

He Lingchuan returned to the room to change into clean clothes, and the mirror took the opportunity to ask him: "Did you and that guy surnamed Fang play some riddles?"

"Hmm." He Lingchuan grabbed a towel to wipe his hair, "He might have some relationship with an old friend I knew in the Undead City."

"An old friend you knew in the Undead City?" The mirror pondered, "Eh, that must be more than a hundred years ago?"

He Lingchuan nodded.

The mirror understood. No wonder the master had to probe carefully; human hearts are harder to measure than skin, not to mention more than a hundred years of time.

He Lingchuan poured a mouthful of hot water, recalling the conversation with Fang Canran in the afternoon.

Generally speaking, if descendants don't agree with their ancestors' philosophy, they won't keep the ancestral ring on their hands, nor will they remember the year it was cast so clearly—that's mostly the result of their parents' earnest teachings.

But He Lingchuan still didn't know what Fang Canran himself thought.

The mirror asked: "If you are not sure, why probe him?"

"Because, I still have to find a way to find some help." He Lingchuan sighed long, "The current situation is too difficult."

As a pure outsider, his goal is too difficult, and his plan is too difficult; he really needs a good helper who knows the roots and bottom of Lingxu City.

But whether Fang Canran is such a person, he has no grasp at all.

Ancestors are ancestors, and Fang Canran is Fang Canran. An individual inherits the ancestor's relics, but doesn't necessarily inherit the ancestor's will.

Time is the terminator of all beliefs.

Once He Lingchuan judges wrongly, what awaits him might be a disaster.

"Observe again, today's contact is at least a good start."

He sat down to adjust his breath, and only finished two hours later.

He Lingchuan played the flute for a while, then took out the small town Dreamland that Dun Garden had found for him, placed it by his pillow, and fell asleep peacefully.

As soon as he entered Panlongcheng, he stood under the Jula tree.

The tree was lush and swaying in the wind, already taller and straighter than other street trees by the river.

He patted the tree body: "When will you grow another golden leaf for me?"

The Jula tree naturally ignored him.

It was the strange head on the tree that shouted: "Hey, hey, what are you chatting with a tree for? Where is my Dreamland?"

"You'll see it when you go out." He Lingchuan took it off the branch, shook it twice, and found it had become lighter again.

No matter how erratic and coming and going the strange head was in reality, in Panlongcheng, it could only be hung on the Jula tree branch. If He Lingchuan didn't come to pick it up, it couldn't move.

"Why would someone collect Dreamland?" He Lingchuan didn't understand, "They aren't Nightmares."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 626 =====