Chapter 232: Imperial Preceptor, Let Us Play a Game of Hand-Talk

Sun Xingzhe, who was just about to speak, froze in place, staring blankly at the back of the Imperial Preceptor as he descended upon Heifeng Ling; the Imperial Preceptor's voice still echoed in his ears.

What was going on? Seeking forgiveness? Seeking forgiveness for what? And from whom? He looked back; a million Heavenly Soldiers stood with imposing Divine Might.

No, they had brought a million Heavenly Soldiers—was this not meant to be a war?

Turning his head back, he rolled his eyes and silently put away the Heaven-Reaching Immortal Stick in his hand.

Below, Zhu Bajie was also somewhat surprised; since when had his master, that old man, become so amiable?

Back in the day, his master was the sharpest Slaughter Spirit Sword of the Dizu Huangzun Dynasty! How many Immortal Sects had perished under his master's sword—more than eight or ten, surely?

He looked toward the figure in front of Heifeng Cave and lowered his head slightly; it was undoubtedly because of Elder Qin.

Combat power at the Immortal Monarch level was something even the Dizu Huangzun Dynasty had to take seriously, or even make concessions for.

In front of Heifeng Cave, white light descended, and the figure of the Imperial Preceptor appeared, wearing a smile.

He bowed to Qin Jiang, "Greetings, Immortal Monarch Qin."

The moment he lowered his eyes while bowing, his heart could not help but tremble.

The powerful aura that had not yet fully dissipated on Heifeng Ling was still above his own; it was absolutely power at the Immortal Monarch level!

Truly worthy of being called a young Immortal King; the reputation is well-deserved! Is he just showing off some power to give me a warning? "Senior is too kind. May I ask what brings you to my Heifeng Ling?" Qin Jiang smiled.

The Imperial Preceptor smiled upon hearing this, "With an Immortal Monarch's keenness, how could you not guess why this old man is here? On this trip, His Majesty has brought gifts: ten Breaking Dao Pills, five Saint Dao Pills, and tens of thousands of various rare treasures to congratulate the Immortal Monarch on breaking through your realm.

Besides that, His Majesty also wishes to have a talk with you."

Regardless of anything else, an existence at the Immortal Monarch level was someone worth befriending as much as possible.

The fact that the other party had blocked them at Heifeng Ling this time was actually a good thing; it just happened to give the Dizu Huangzun Dynasty a chance to make contact.

Qin Jiang raised an eyebrow upon hearing about the gifts; he had heard of both types of pills.

The Breaking Dao Pill among them could allow a creature at the True God level to raise their cultivation by a small realm without any side effects.

If taken while undergoing an Immortal Tribulation, it could turn into a mass of Dao light, sufficient to repair any damage caused by the Immortal Tribulation; it was almost equivalent to gaining an extra life.

The effect of the Saint Dao Pill was no less impressive; it could reshape one's foundation, allowing the taker to forge a Saint Child Dao foundation.

Even a good-for-nothing with zero aptitude could become a Saint Child-level existence capable of suppressing many prodigies after consuming a Saint Dao Pill.

It could be said that this was the hope for a declining Immortal Sect to rise again.

However, such pills were extremely troublesome to refine, and the rare treasures required were also very scarce.

One of the auxiliary ingredients, known as the Heavenly Dao Heart, could only be condensed in small amounts by experts at the end of the Immortal Monarch path.

Therefore, these Saint Dao Pills were extremely rare; even in the Dizu Huangzun Dynasty, there were likely no more than twenty.

"Very well," Qin Jiang said; he also wanted to see what kind of person this Dizu Huangzun was.

The Imperial Preceptor felt his heart relax upon hearing this; thank goodness, this person was not some martial arts fanatic, and they would not have to fight.

Otherwise, in a battle against an Immortal Monarch-level existence, even if he could gather the power of a million Heavenly Soldiers into himself, he would ultimately be unable to compare to an Immortal Monarch.

Unless several Saint Lord-level experts acted together to form a battle array, they could only suppress an Immortal Monarch with the body of a Saint Lord.

But that was unrealistic; the number of Saint Lord-level experts in the Dizu Huangzun Dynasty was limited, and each held a vital position that could not be easily moved.

Being able to resolve the matter just by sending some rare treasures as they were doing now was already very good. After all, while these treasures were precious, they did not amount to much for the Dizu Huangzun Dynasty.

It was only those three Saint Dao Pills that were relatively precious, but for an Immortal Dynasty that had stood on the continent for millions of years, Saint Child-level prodigies were nothing.

In the current imperial court, which Saint Lord-level or even Half-step Saint Lord-level existence was not a Saint Child-level prodigy back in the day?

Only Dao Child-level figures were worth the dynasty's full cultivation, and Dao Child-level figures could not be created by piling up pills.

He took an object from his bosom; it was a pale golden, translucent seal.

The characters carved on the seal glowed, revealing a golden vortex, and a majestic, imposing power surged forth.

The sky above Heifeng Ling was also affected by this power, gathering a vortex of clouds that shrouded the entire Heifeng Ling and continued to spread outward.

This was the power of an Immortal Monarch; even if it were just a projection, if one did not control their own power, it would be enough to affect the weather for ten thousand miles around.

Bang! The seal shattered, turning into tiny particles of light that gradually gathered into a human-shaped light shadow.

The moment the human-shaped light shadow appeared, the cloud vortex above Heifeng Ling dissipated in an instant, and the million Heavenly Soldiers knelt on one knee, shouting "Your Majesty."

The sound was thunderous, several times more powerful than the momentum of an ordinary Immortal Tribulation.

The golden light faded, and the projection of Dizu Huangzun revealed his form, dressed in a Black Water Profound Robe.

He looked at Qin Jiang, "Fellow Daoist, may I borrow the Immortal King Scripture for a look? Please let Tang Sanzang and his three disciples pass."

Qin Jiang looked at him, a thoughtful expression on his face.

While he was thinking, the surrounding sounds fell into silence; even the chirping of insects disappeared.

The Imperial Preceptor had beads of sweat on his forehead; if Qin Jiang was unwilling, they would still have to fight.

Compared to him, Sun Xingzhe and the many True Immortals in the sky were far more nervous.

They did not know what would happen to this Immortal Monarch Qin if a fight broke out.

But they knew that they, these ordinary True Immortals, would be nothing more than expendable material in a clash of this level.

A bit better than those Heavenly Soldiers, but not by much.

Below, Zhu Bajie pulled Sha Wujing and quietly retreated, but they had only taken one step when they were locked in place by an invisible aura, as if they would be torn to shreds if they dared to move even a fraction more.

Swallowing hard, he quietly looked toward the front of Heifeng Cave; Qin Jiang and Dizu Huangzun stood opposite each other, and a thin film seemed to exist between them, separating their golden and white-gold auras.

Inside Heifeng Cave, Tang Sanzang was still struggling to flip the grilled fish; he casually wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling somewhat depressed.

He didn't know where all these fish in this damn cave came from; how long would he have to grill until he was finished?

His power was still sealed by Qin Jiang, and he couldn't even spit out a bit of Heavenly Fire to increase the heat.

Looking at Qin Jiang standing outside the cave, he couldn't help but curl his lip: You are such a big-shot Elder of an Immortal Sect, why must you come to make things difficult for me? Standing at the entrance like a piece of wood—are you going to eat this grilled fish or not? If you don't, I'm eating it all! Outside the cave, Qin Jiang looked at the projection of Dizu Huangzun and sighed inwardly; it was a pity it was not his true self.

Otherwise, he would really have liked to measure just how strong this existence who had reached the end of the Immortal Monarch path truly was.

But it didn't matter; since the other party had promised a look at the Immortal King Scripture, it wouldn't be too late to pay a visit to the Dizu Huangzun Dynasty after going to the Lingxuan Holy Land.

He reached out slightly toward the cave, "Huangzun, let us play a game of hand-talk."

(End of chapter)