Chapter 50

Chu Minghao smiled at the palace servant and said, "Please wait outside for a while. We haven't finished our meal yet."

The eunuch paused for a moment, then immediately closed the door of the private room obediently.

Chu Minghao looked at the food on the table and smiled at the three, "After talking for so long, I haven't eaten a bite yet."

After speaking, Chu Minghao picked up his rice bowl and ate and drank heartily. Although he was not as rude as Amada, he was not pretending to be reserved, giving people a feeling of true nature.

Wu Pifu's favor for Chu Minghao increased even more. Amada was clearly the same. He picked up a jar of wine, patted off the mud seal, poured a large bowl, and then poured a large bowl for Wu Pifu and Chu Minghao, and started drinking it himself.

Wu Pifu also started eating and drinking heartily, with a good appetite. Chu Minghao was no less than him. The two saw the wine bowls, drank them in a few gulps, looked at each other and smiled, and started eating again.

At the same time, outside the door of the private room, several eunuchs were full of anxiety, while the accompanying tall and strong armored men were expressionless.

The leading strong man asked the eunuch leader in a low voice, "Your Excellency, isn't His Majesty very anxious? Is it... appropriate for us to do this?"

The eunuch leader glanced at the strong man, but the two seemed to have a good relationship. He said softly, "It is precisely because of this that we cannot have any disrespect. This one is an Immortal!"

The leading strong man was noncommittal about the word "Immortal", but he didn't say another word, just standing behind the eunuch leader like an iron tower.

Inside the private room, the three men ate and drank heartily. Although they didn't say they were full of wine and food, at least they had a taste. Chu Minghao drank a sip of tea and smiled, "The taste is really excellent. You don't know, the three Dream Worlds where I set up Level 5 shelters, one era was in the middle of the Third War, eating all kinds of two-headed cows, roasted lizards, giant earthworms. One era was in the middle of the Jurassic period, with a lot of meat, but it had no taste. And there was another Dream World with a huge deviation, but the pollution was insufficient, so it was still considered baseline reality 0.7. That world was all ice and snow, the whole world was frozen, and I could only eat ice every time I went in..."

Wu Pifu smiled and said, "Then why don't you set up a shelter in a Dream World like this one?"

Chu Minghao smiled and shook his head, "I want to break through to baseline reality 0.6. The more dangerous, grotesque, and deviant the Dream World, the more good things there are... I have to fight. There are tens of millions of maintenance staff on Gaia alone, and more than a billion citizens trapped in the Dream World. I must become stronger faster and take on my responsibilities and obligations faster."

Although Wu Pifu didn't have this kind of mind and idea, he admired this kind of person very much. He toasted Chu Minghao with a bowl of wine again.

Chu Minghao drank it in one gulp and said to the three, "Basically, everything that can be said has been said. The rest are just side issues, or things that cannot be said, and can only wait for you to know when your strength is higher. So now, shall we talk about setting up a shelter?"

The three nodded. Chu Minghao stretched out five fingers and said, "There are five ways to set up a shelter. First, obtain ownership of a building or an area. Second, form a force composed mostly of indigenous people of the Dream World. Third, change the era trend of the Dream World or leave a record. Fourth, occupy two or three of the above three. Fifth... I won't say the fifth."

Xu Shilan said unhappily, "You won't say it every time you talk about something bad. Do you know why I rejected you when we were on a blind date? It's because your lukewarm personality makes me really unhappy!"

Chu Minghao didn't get angry, just scratched his head and laughed foolishly. Then he said sternly, "Okay, it's not a big deal to say it. The last way to set up a shelter is to kill. The more you kill, the higher the level of the shelter you set up. And this last method is also called a Blood-Colored Shelter... Purchase, Force, Event, Special, and Blood-Colored Shelter, each with slightly different rewards and functions. I personally suggest that it is best to create a Special Shelter. If not, then an Event Shelter."

The three were all thinking silently about the information of the Blood-Colored Shelter. Chu Minghao said, "Now is a good opportunity. This should be an ancient feudal dynasty. I don't know the specific situation, but since it is a feudal dynasty, superstitious rulers, nobles, and religions relying on the former two are indispensable. Those palace servants and guards outside are sent by the rulers of this feudal dynasty. So let's use this opportunity to set up a Level 2 Special Shelter, how about that?"

Amada and Xu Shilan both nodded. Wu Pifu couldn't help but complain, "No, Amada is from the Third War. I can understand the chaotic times. You two are clearly high-level citizens with power and influence. Don't you read history?"

Chu Minghao shook his head, "I can't read it... Blue has erased all past history, leaving only some simplest records. So we only know the general feudal dynasty of the East and the names of some countries in the West. We don't know what kind of history there is at all."

"There's such a thing!?"

Wu Pifu, Amada, and Xu Shilan were all surprised.

Chu Minghao looked at Xu Shilan unhappily, "No, they are fine. What are you surprised about? The predecessor of the Thirteen Singularity Group, Blue, which once controlled everything in humanity after the Third War, your ancestors also participated in that battle to encircle and suppress Blue. I don't believe your family library has no records of this."

Xu Shilan shrugged. Chu Minghao continued, "Because of this reason, we are really not familiar with the history before the Third War... Brother Wu, it sounds like you are very familiar with this era?"

Wu Pifu had nothing to hide and said directly, "I am a future person frozen in the 21st century."

Chu Minghao was silent. He looked at Wu Pifu with pity in his eyes, but he immediately smiled and said, "Don't be afraid. If you really have super-brain qualifications, hundreds of years of dark heart surges can still be suppressed. Even if not, when I can return to Gaia, I can also use the main brain share to suppress and resolve it for you... How many days do you have left?"

Wu Pifu said, "About 160 days."

"160 days..."

Chu Minghao thought for a while and said, "You'd better practice some extraordinary techniques involving the heart, consciousness, soul, and other fields. These can significantly enhance your self-personality, delay the dark heart surge rate, and delay time as much as possible."

Wu Pifu nodded. Chu Minghao asked, "Since Brother Wu is familiar with this era, what should we do next?"

Wu Pifu thought about it. The other three looked at him. After a while, Wu Pifu smiled and said, "Didn't they send someone to invite us? Then let's go. As for how to do it... it's too simple with you here. Just need to..."

"Immortal?"

In the imperial palace, Zhao Ji, more than a dozen officials in purple and scarlet robes, three imperial princes, and the pale-faced Imperial Preceptor Guo Jing were all looking at a picture.

A young man carrying a sword box smiled and patted the sword box. In an instant, the world turned black and white, and all things were static. Only the brilliant light, like the scorching sun, penetrated from the sword box, flashed and disappeared, and the world returned to normal.

The Six Imperial Seals! They are the heavy treasures of the Great Song Dynasty, deciding the floating clouds above and cutting off the earth's records below, connecting the golden dragon of national destiny, immune to all evil, and untainted by all wickedness. In this city of Bianliang, as long as the national destiny does not fall, it can suppress gods, demons, ghosts, and monsters with less than three hundred years of cultivation.

But just now, the Six Imperial Seals rang at the same time, and there were slight cracks on the Six Seals.

This made the head of the Clan Mansion terrified, and he immediately reported it to the Song Emperor Zhao Ji.

This matter was immeasurable. Zhao Ji hurriedly brought the ministers and princes to the place where the Six Imperial Seals were kept, and then saw such a picture from the Six Imperial Seals.

By the time the Imperial Preceptor Guo Jing returned with a bloodless face, although he didn't say a word, everyone saw that his Daoist crown was gone, his hair was disheveled, and thinking of the strange person who spied on the Imperial Princess in front of the young man in the picture, how could they not guess the cause and effect? Zhao Ji was no longer kind, sternly questioning Guo Jing about what happened.

Guo Jing was at a moment of heart-pounding fear. After strolling around between life and death, his mind was in chaos. Facing the Emperor's questioning, he could only admit that he had encountered a terrifying true immortal. All his defensive means were broken in an instant. If the other party didn't have the intention to kill, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to put together a complete piece of meat now.

"Sword Immortal... it must undoubtedly be the legendary Sword Immortal. Such means must be the supreme method of refining swords into silk among Sword Immortals." Guo Jing's eyes were full of fear when he said this.

Zhao Ji and the ministers and princes looked at each other. Although they felt it was absurd and unbelievable, the facts were before their eyes, and they couldn't help but believe it.

You know, everything in the world has a natural lifespan. Even spirits and monsters in the mountains have natural lifespans, so there are few monsters with decades of cultivation. Every hundred-year-old monster is a great monster.

A Daoist practitioner like Imperial Preceptor Guo Jing has had more than thirty years of cultivation, which is already one of the top Daoist powerhouses in the world. It is said that the lineage of Celestial Master Zhang has an ancestor with more than seventy years of cultivation, which is already the peak.

And this young man only used one move to break the seal of the Six Imperial Seals, and even made the Six Imperial Seals produce slight cracks. Who knows how much national destiny is needed to heal them? This is at least four or five hundred years of cultivation. And who in the world can live for four or five hundred years?

!

It must be an Immortal!

Zhao Ji and the ministers and princes watched the picture recorded by the Six Imperial Seals over and over again. The more they watched, the more they yearned in their eyes, especially the Emperor Zhao Ji, whose fanaticism was almost about to spray out.

"Are there really Immortals? Are there really Immortals?"

Just then, several eunuchs ran into the hall in a hurry and whispered something in Zhao Ji's ear.

Zhao Ji was overjoyed and said, "Why don't you invite the Immortal to the Purple Morning Hall? Has the banquet been prepared!?"

The leading eunuch immediately nodded in agreement. Zhao Ji was about to speak to the ministers, but the eunuch said urgently, "But the Immortal is outside the palace and hasn't come in."

Zhao Ji was anxious, "Why? Is it because I didn't welcome him personally!? I was also afraid of disturbing the Immortal. I'll go now, I'll go now."

The ministers and princes were secretly slandering in their hearts. What fear of disturbance? It was nothing more than fear of death, not daring to confirm the intention of this Immortal, so he sent someone to invite him. If he came, it would prove that he was harmless to the Song Dynasty.

The eunuch hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, it's not like that. It's the Immortal's accompanying disciple, the strange person who spied on the Imperial Princess just now, who is unwilling. He said he was attacked from a distance just now, and he is not convinced. He wants to fight with the person who attacked him to confirm who is higher, otherwise, he won't come to this palace!"

Zhao Ji was stunned, the ministers were stunned, and the princes were stunned. They really didn't expect such a reason.

A purple-robed minister stroked his beard and said, "I have seen it mentioned in those strange books about gods and immortals. For mortals to become immortals, their Dao heart must be harmonious and cannot be lacking. Could it be that this strange person... no, this Immortal's disciple is in the process of refining his Dao heart and cannot tolerate a lack in his Dao heart?"

"Exactly, exactly!"

Zhao Ji nodded immediately. He looked at Guo Jing and said, "Imperial Preceptor, can you go and have a competition with that Immortal's disciple?"

Guo Jing's expression changed greatly, and he was about to refuse, but the eunuch said again, "The Immortal said that he will not make a move again, and let his disciple compare. But if someone wants to run after winning one move, he is kind-hearted and can't bear to see blood, so be careful in the next life."

Guo Jing was stunned for a moment. After a long time, he understood the meaning of "be careful in the next life". His expression immediately turned into a bitter melon face, and he was silent for a few seconds. The Emperor, ministers, and princes were all looking at him.

Guo Jing gritted his teeth and bowed, "I am willing to go and compete. Please allow me to take the Golden Warrior puppet and various magic tools from the Daoist hall. Without these, how can I fight a brave warrior of blood energy in close combat? This is not fair to me!!"

Zhao Ji thought about it and felt that it didn't matter. Anyway, there was an Immortal pressing the scene. He smiled and nodded, "Thank you, Imperial Preceptor. Go quickly, go quickly."

Guo Jing carried a smile that seemed to be crying, as if he were writing a will, and bowed to the Emperor, every minister, and every prince. Since he became the Imperial Preceptor, he had never been so respectful.

After dragging on for at least one or two minutes, Guo Jing walked slowly toward the Daoist hall.

After Guo Jing left, Zhao Ji lowered his head and thought for a long time. He suddenly smiled, called a palace servant, and whispered to him, "Yongfu has returned to the palace, right? She has been innocent and romantic since she was a child and likes these strange stories about gods and immortals the most. Let her go and watch the battle too."

The eunuch took the order and left the palace quickly.

And at this moment, Imperial Princess Yongfu, a young girl of thirteen or fourteen, was combing her long hair in front of the bronze mirror. But what she was thinking about was the brute she saw today, especially the scene of breaking the wall at the end. Thinking about it, the young girl suddenly laughed.

Her eyes... were really exactly the same as the little mute girl's.

(End of chapter)