Chapter 530: How about the Purple Mansion as an Immortal Court?

"Uncle-in-law..."

"Nephew has never begged you like this in his life; just this once, just this once."

In an elegant small courtyard.

Zhu Gan stared fixedly at the middle-aged man in front of the pond not far away, who was holding a handful of fish food and feeding the fish seriously.

The one who could be called "Uncle-in-law" by him could, of course, only be the Imperial Preceptor of Great Yu.

The Imperial Preceptor did not live in the Jingcheng.

He did not even live in the capital, but had enclosed a manor of over a hundred *mu* outside the capital as his residence. The interior of the mansion was extremely luxurious, which had once led to impeachment by many young censors of the Censorate, but it was eventually suppressed by the Holy Emperor.

Every time the Imperial Preceptor went to court, he even entered the Imperial Palace by sedan chair.

It was the only one of its kind under heaven.

His status was almost the highest in the Yu Kingdom.

His strength was also the same.

The Imperial Preceptor did not answer, still sprinkling the fish food in his hand, and ripples were stirred up on the surface of the pond.

The courtyard fell into a brief silence.

At this moment.

A woman who still retained her charm walked over from the corridor, looking at Zhu Gan with a smile: "It's Ding'an. Why didn't you say anything when you came? Don't leave tonight; stay and eat together."

Hearing this.

A look of joy appeared on the corners of Zhu Gan's eyebrows.

The woman before him was his Second Aunt, a woman of the Gao family.

The people of the Yu Kingdom all said that the men of the Gao family were useless, but the women were all formidable.

One became an Imperial Consort, and one married the Imperial Preceptor.

They relied entirely on marrying well to become the most high-class family in the Yu Kingdom.

Regarding this.

Those old family heads were not envious in the slightest.

Who told that Gao family to have such a poisonous eye?

When the Imperial Preceptor married his wife, he was just a small *fangshi* with no reputation, and the Holy Emperor at that time was just a puppet Imperial Prince brought back from Shu; who could have imagined he would have today's achievements.

This kind of vision was something one couldn't be envious of even if one wanted to.

Zhu Gan did not answer immediately, but looked at the Imperial Preceptor who was still feeding the fish.

The woman covered her mouth and laughed: "We are all family; no need to be restrained. Your uncle-in-law just has this temperament."

Subsequently.

Only then did he hear the Imperial Preceptor say indifferently: "Just stay and have dinner together before leaving."

More joy appeared in Zhu Gan's eyes.

He looked gratefully at his Second Aunt.

The reason the Gao family could have today's prosperity was not just because his maternal grandfather had vision, but even more because his mother and the Second Aunt before him had minds with seven apertures and exquisite hearts.

For many things, it was very difficult for him, an Imperial Prince, to ask the Imperial Preceptor.

But with this Second Aunt speaking up in time, it became a relationship of a nephew asking his uncle-in-law, which could be much closer.

The "pillow talk" method was useful everywhere.

Before long.

Zhu Gan appeared at the table of the Imperial Preceptor's mansion.

Except for the Imperial Preceptor and his wife, he was the only one there.

Even the Imperial Preceptor's children were not qualified to sit at the table.

The Imperial Preceptor just ate his food quietly; except for occasionally saying a few words to his wife, he almost treated Zhu Gan as non-existent.

Thinking of what he was asking for today, Zhu Gan could not help but feel uneasy.

He ate until dinner was finished.

The Imperial Preceptor actually took the initiative to invite Zhu Gan for a walk.

Walking on the winding path shaded by green bamboo, the Imperial Preceptor left Zhu Gan with a back view.

Zhu Gan looked at this uncle-in-law of his.

What he was asking for, of course, was Li Rui's heaven-defying bone structure. The matter of Dingshan had long since spread in the capital; Li Rui's talent was already one of the candidates for the First Rank.

If he could obtain Li Rui's bone structure, the First Rank would be in sight!

He was just an Imperial Prince, not the Emperor; wanting to kill a Second-Rank Heavenly Phenomenon official... was almost impossible.

Looking at the entire Yu Kingdom, the only one who could help him was the Imperial Preceptor.

*'He cultivates the Dao of Supporting the Dragon; since he could assist the Father Emperor back then, why can't he assist me now?'*

Zhu Gan thought in his heart.

The Imperial Preceptor cultivated the Dao of Supporting the Dragon, which was known to all under heaven.

So the Holy Emperor did not feel there was anything wrong with giving him such high treatment; the Great Dao was more useful than all the promises in the world. The Holy Emperor even did this deliberately to let all the dragon-supporters in the world know his magnanimity.

Zhu Gan had ambition.

He was a young dragon; if he could obtain the Imperial Preceptor's assistance, he might not be unable to become a True Dragon.

Just as Zhu Gan was pondering.

The Imperial Preceptor spoke slowly: "You and your grandfather have very similar temperaments. I will note down the matter you spoke of; if the future Crown Prince can become a First-Ranker, it will always be good for the nation and the state."

Zhu Gan's pupils widened slightly.

This was agreement!

"Crown Prince"—this was the first time his Imperial Preceptor uncle-in-law had mentioned these two words in front of him.

Clearly, the Imperial Preceptor had already made a choice and stood completely behind him.

This was the person who supported the dragon.

In the eyes of a dragon-supporter, the Emperor was important, but who the Emperor was, was not important; even the dragon-supporter needed to continuously support a new Emperor to obtain dragon *qi*.

Establishing a Crown Prince was an extremely important step.

As for the grandfather the Imperial Preceptor spoke of, whom he had never met.

The Imperial Preceptor was one of the few heavy ministers in the court who had assisted three emperors; as early as Zhu Gan's great-grandfather's time, he was already a heavy minister in the court, and only the Imperial Preceptor could say things like "you are like your grandfather."

*'This world should be ruled by me!'*

Ambition slowly sprouted in Zhu Gan's heart.

These days.

He had been reading history books, so he was clear that this step had appeared in many wise emperors; how could a person without ambition be an emperor!

One must compete.

Compete with his brothers, and when necessary, even compete with his Father Emperor.

Obtaining Li Rui's bone structure would be the time for him to transform into a dragon.

At that time, becoming a First-Ranker.

Even if his Father Emperor did not agree, he would still be able to sit on the throne of the Emperor; none of the Crown Princes of the Yu Kingdom were just waited for!

"Brat, opening the Purple Mansion is a big matter; you must at least open a cave dwelling with a radius of ten *zhang*. Only then is it possible to step into the Daoist Lord Realm; otherwise, there is no chance."

"Back then, my Daoist Lord opened a ten-*zhang* Purple Mansion, which is why he achieved the position of Daoist Lord."

"Even this, among Daoist Lords, cannot be considered outstanding."

The little old man, the artifact spirit, carried his hands behind his back and rambled on.

*'Ten zhang...'*

Li Rui pondered secretly.

He had already reached the juncture of opening the Purple Mansion.

Once the *dantian* becomes a mansion, it has an effect similar to "Mount Sumeru contained within a mustard seed," just like his storage bag.

Just as the little old man, the artifact spirit, said.

The larger the Purple Mansion, the more weight of the Great Dao it can carry.

It represents future potential.

So many geniuses even deliberately stay in the Purple Mansion Realm longer, just to accumulate enough foundation to open a Purple Mansion with greater momentum.

The little old man, the artifact spirit, said earnestly: "You are still young and have plenty of time. If it doesn't work, practice for another ten or eight years; no need to be eager for success. If the Purple Mansion is only the size of a palm, you won't even have a place to cry later."

The corners of Li Rui's mouth twitched.

Young?

But on second thought, he was indeed considered among the young ones in the Purple Mansion Realm now.

But... he did not intend to wait.

It was not because he was in a hurry.

Li Rui's patience was greater than the vast majority of cultivators in the world, and it was already a matter of course; there was no need to wait any longer.

*'Ten zhang?'*

He looked inward at his own body, toward his *dantian*.

If a hundred *zhang* is enough to achieve a Daoist Lord, then what kind of realm should this magnificent Immortal Court of his head toward?

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 531 =====