Chapter 16

"Old fellow, are you alright!"

Li Xianzhi looks at Huo Sang Daoren, who is spitting out old blood, his eyes full of concern. He shouldn't accidentally kill this old fellow.

Li Xianzhi still has many mysteries hidden in his heart that need someone to help him solve. For example, the Fire Mulberry Tree that has undergone mutation.

Back then, Li Shentong's cultivation was limited, so of course he could not perceive the miraculousness of this Fire Mulberry Tree. But now, Li Xianzhi's spirit power is so powerful that he saw the abnormality of the Fire Mulberry Tree at a glance.

World power.

Li Xianzhi sensed vast world power on the Fire Mulberry Tree. This kind of vast world power is like the Fire Mulberry Tree in front of him being the Heavenly Dao of a world.

An observation divine object actually contains such powerful world power; this probably involves a lot.

Li Xianzhi does not believe in encounters for no reason. To say something unpleasant or self-deprecating, he seems to have lived for countless eons and is an incomparably powerful old monster, but under the traction of the Ren Zu Ci, sometimes Li Xianzhi even doubts whether he is a marionette.

And what does meeting Huo Sang Daoren portend? Li Xianzhi guesses in his heart that all of this may be related to the black giant hand that attacked suddenly today.

In countless eons, Li Xianzhi seems to have encountered similar things somewhere, but time is too long, and some things, Li Xianzhi cannot remember for the time being.

"I am fine, maybe it is God's will." Huo Sang Daoren finally recognizes reality.

"Do you really have to let me personally help you complete this matter? How about this, I will help you find a few capable juniors to help you go on a trip and make a choice for you, how about that?" Li Xianzhi suddenly thinks of Li Hongyu.

His daughter still needs to exert some power and see the world.

"No, for so many years, I have only recognized you. If others could do it, then why did I have to recognize you back then?" Huo Sang Daoren sits on the ground in disappointment, looking much older at this moment.

"This is really troublesome!"

"I have a blood descendant; you send him over, and I will teach him a spirit-guiding technique, letting her use the power of blood to pull my spirit over, how about that?"

This is a bug in the Great Dao laws. It is also a new way to play that Li Xianzhi researched after going through all kinds of hardships in a certain life. Because of this, someone even created a lineage of law, which might still be popular today.

"Is this method really feasible?" Huo Sang Daoren is a bit uncertain. He has never even heard of such a novel thing.

"Others might find it difficult to complete, but for me, it is not a difficult matter." Li Xianzhi smiles confidently.

Living long has the benefits of living long. In countless eons, Li Xianzhi would deduce spells and supernatural abilities for fun when he was bored; of course, none of these supernatural abilities had been verified, but Li Xianzhi could guarantee that 99% of them would succeed.

"Alright then, let's do as you say. If you can complete this matter, it will also be of great help to you. This world is not as simple as you think; you also saw the sky-covering black hand today."

"Disaster is coming, you better take care of yourself." After saying all this, Huo Sang Daoren begins to enter meditation and stops speaking.

Seeing that this old fellow is speaking ambiguously and is unwilling to explain clearly, Li Xianzhi does not pester him anymore. What disaster has Li Xianzhi not seen?

Soldiers come, block with generals; water comes, cover with earth!

If two come, I'll just kill three.

Li Xianzhi exits the spirit space, and as soon as he opens his eyes, he sees Little Li Zi and Xiao Xuan pacing back and forth in the Thousand Years Hall.

Little Li Zi might be truly worried about Li Xianzhi, his fair face covered in anxiety. And Xiao Xuan, this little thing, seems to find Little Li Zi's walking fun, and with his hands behind his turtle shell, he also imitates Little Li Zi.

"Are you so free?"

On the high seat, Li Xianzhi's majestic voice rings out. Little Li Zi is stunned for a moment, then turns around, his face full of joy. "Master, I thought you were seriously injured in the battle just now."

Xiao Xuanzi looks indifferent upon hearing Little Li Zi's words.

"Daddy, Little Li Zi is really timid; when that black giant hand attacked just now, he was trembling with fear. I am different; I believe in Daddy, how could Daddy be injured!"

"Isn't that right, Daddy?"

Xiao Xuanzi looks at Li Xianzhi with a grin.

"Hmm, my turtle son still understands Daddy." Li Xianzhi looks at Xiao Xuanzi, who is wearing a red bellyband and carrying a turtle shell, and finds him especially cute, and is charmed by his milky voice, so he walks down from the Thousand Years throne and takes Xiao Xuanzi into his arms.

"Is it amazing to be cute?" Little Li Zi looks resentfully at Xiao Xuanzi, who is jumping around in Li Xianzhi's arms, constantly complaining in his heart.

For some reason, the Nine Thousand Years Old suddenly envies Xiao Xuanzi, who looks like a child. He even hopes that he could become like that.

Thinking of this, the Nine Thousand Years Old cannot help but shudder. He is a eunuch, not a pervert. How could he have such thoughts?

"Little Li Zi, there are a few things I need you to do." After teasing his turtle son, Li Xianzhi finally speaks about the serious business.

"Master, please instruct me." Little Li Zi respectfully listens to the orders. He thinks that he is still the one most favored by his master; at least, serious matters still have to rely on him, right? For some reason, a look of pride suddenly surges in the heart of the Nine Thousand Years Old. And he involuntarily sends a provocative look toward Xiao Xuanzi, who is grinning on the side.

Xiao Xuanzi's mung bean-sized eyes look at the gaze inadvertently cast by the Nine Thousand Years Old, somewhat confused. He scratches his greenish forehead with his small hand, and the black neck-ring on his neck seems to be trying very hard to understand the meaning of the Nine Thousand Years Old. Then, seemingly thinking of something, he glares angrily at the Nine Thousand Years Old, and even triumphantly grabs Li Xianzhi's hand and swings it gently.

Li Xianzhi takes everything in, finding it funny in his heart. The two juniors are already fighting openly and secretly; look at what this is. He doesn't know what kind of scene it will be when his daughter Li Hongyu arrives.

"Alright, stop messing around."

"Little Li Zi, tell that guy Li Qingxian to bring my daughter over as soon as possible. In addition, send more people to probe the background of that group of people from the Three Mountains and Four Seas. I always feel that that group of people has some potential connection with the black hand today. Also, help me get back the title posthumously conferred to me by the Great Chu Dynasty. This Great Chu needs to be disciplined."

"Yes, Master."

The Nine Thousand Years Old thought his master was going to say something else; the Nine Thousand Years Old had already thought about these things. He is the Nine Thousand Years Old, so his master being the Ten Thousand Years Old is fine, right? Ten Thousand Years Old does not equal ten thousand years; find a few scholars to sophistically argue about it, and then use his own force to suppress it once, and he believes no one will dare not to obey.

As for his master's daughter in this life, the Nine Thousand Years Old is of course also concerned. The only thing he is not concerned about is probably the Three Mountains and Four Seas. Ever since his master returned, the Nine Thousand Years Old seems to have stopped caring about the misdeeds of that group of mortal enemies.