Chapter 1858: Strange Persons and Wonders

He spent more than a day eating, drinking, and having fun.

During that time, Xiao Feng also made a trip to the imperial palace in Chang'an City.

He wanted to see who the current emperor and officials of Tang State were.

Li Shimin, Wei Zheng, and others had long since grown old, and the Journey to the West had ended thirteen thousand years ago.

The current emperor was none of the Tang emperors he knew, but an old man named Li Yan, who was already the seventy‑ninth emperor.

None of the civil and military officials were familiar to him; not a single one recorded in the histories remained, only a few legends had been passed down.

For example, Lingyan Pavilion still existed; the portraits of the twenty‑four meritorious officials hung inside, having been renovated many times, and one could still see the likenesses of Chang Sun Wuji, Cheng Zhi Jie, and others.

Although he didn't see those emperors and ministers, he did encounter a wondrous person recorded in books.

It was at the entrance of a small alley in Chang'an City, where a disheveled old man sat on the ground clapping a wooden block and muttering under his breath.

Xiao Feng looked and saw that the person's name was actually three question marks!

He couldn't help but become interested and asked, "Old sir, why are you sitting here?"

The disheveled old man glanced at him and calmly replied, "I've been waiting for you, Xiao Feng."

Upon hearing that, Xiao Feng knew this person was no ordinary mortal.

Although NPCs have the ability to read a player's identity, that also depends on level.

His level was already 1001, so anyone lower than him couldn't see it.

This person saw through his "Xiao Ning Meng" alias at a glance, obviously indicating great strength!

"What do you want from me? Who are you, senior?" he asked.

The old man tapped the wooden block, looking bored, and replied, "Nothing much—I knew you'd come, so I just took a look. Hmm… not bad, you could be called a dragon among men."

Receiving the praise, Xiao Feng smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment, senior. Since you won't tell me your identity, let me guess."

"Sure," the old man said, having no objection and delighted to let him guess his identity.

Xiao Feng didn't explain his reasoning, just blurted out the name: "You are… Yuan Tian Gang?"

The old man shook his head.

"Then… Li Chun Feng?" Xiao Feng asked again.

The old man shook his head again.

Xiao Feng's expression lit up with realization: "I got it, you are Yuan Shou Cheng!"

The old man raised his eyebrows: "Not bad, you guessed quickly—how did you figure it out?"

"I didn't figure it out; I just guessed blindly," Xiao Feng chuckled.

The Tang Dynasty had many extraordinary people, but only a few are recorded in mythological tales.

Master Wu Chao is a monk, so the likelihood is higher that it's either Yuan Tian Gang or his nephew Yuan Shou Cheng.

Li Chun Feng was just a side guess; he never really seemed like him.

Old Man Yuan Shou Cheng laughed: "Not bad, not bad—you are the 728,707th person in the past ten years to guess my identity correctly; now I can answer one question for you. What do you want to know?"

"Um…"

Xiao Feng couldn't help but freeze.

Over ten years, more than 720,000 people have recognized Yuan Shou Cheng!

Since the service launched, the Four Continents World has experienced over thirty years, and the popularity of the last ten years has been relatively quiet, far inferior to before the Myriad Heavens Battlefield era arrived.

So, counting from launch to now, the number of people who have recognized Yuan Shou Cheng must be several million, right?

"I thought I was pretty clever…"

Xiao Feng pursed his lips.

"You can't be blamed; it's mainly because this old man's fame is too great," Yuan Shou Cheng laughed.

Xiao Feng gave an embarrassed smile.

That statement is actually not wrong.

This person before you can calculate how much rain the heavenly court will dispense, knowing even earlier than the Dragon King when it will rain and how much—if no one could recognize him, that would be strange.

"Think it over before you ask; this chance comes only once." Yuan Shou Cheng tapped the wooden block, leaned against the wall, and crossed his legs.

Xiao Feng thought for a moment.

This opportunity to ask a question is indeed rare.

He didn't know just how exalted Yuan Shou Cheng was—compared to the Dao Ancestor of the real world, was he still considered high?

If he asked him about high‑level matters of the real world, would he know?

Thinking this way, Xiao Feng's question came up!

He asked, "Senior, I'd like to inquire—when will I be able to see the Lord of Time Chen Jie again?"

Yuan Shou Cheng's face stiffened.

"Which one is… the Lord of Time Chen Jie?" he asked.

This question is a bit beyond the syllabus; he momentarily didn't know how to answer.

Xiao Feng explained: "It's a very powerful girl who controls time and possesses the honor of the Dao Ancestor."

Yuan Shou Cheng's face darkened, and he snapped irritably, "Are you teasing me? I'm just a scattered immortal—you want me to gauge the Dao Ancestor's whereabouts? No answer! Change the question!"

"Hey, I thought you were amazing, but it turns out you also have questions you can't answer," Xiao Feng laughed.

Yuan Shou Cheng didn't take his mockery, and calmly replied, "I never said I know everything; your question can only be about yourself or within this realm. Anything beyond that scope, I refuse to answer."

"All right, then I'll change it."

Xiao Feng thought a moment and then asked, "Where is Sun Wukong now?"

Yuan Shou Cheng's face darkened again: "You're just here to cause trouble, aren't you?"

"Um… this question should be within the realm, right? You couldn't possibly not know the answer either?" Xiao Feng said, puzzled.

Yuan Shoucheng said impatiently: "This world fundamentally has no Sun Wukong! The one who went to get the scriptures 13,000 years ago was a puppet; the last time he appeared was a substitute; now he's offline!"

Ah?

Xiao Feng tilted his head, instantly dazed.

No Sun Wukong?

Who was the monkey that jumped out and struck the Xitian Tathagata in the major ending of the four continents' world main storyline over ten years ago?

Moreover, this fake 'Sun Wukong' can actually go offline!

Wait!

Log off! Monkey!

These two keywords linked together, and a name instantly appeared in Xiao Feng's mind—Holy Ape Demon Emperor!

No, more precisely—Supreme Emperor Can Kong!

It must be him!

He asked Yuan Shoucheng: "You mean... the Sun Wukong from over ten years ago was someone powerful disguising themselves?"

Yuan Shoucheng nodded: "That powerful person is terrifying; I'm just a loose immortal, I can't gauge his depth, only know he's strong, but can't tell how strong."

Xiao Feng's mouth twitched.

No wonder the Xitian Tathagata was defeated by Han Zichen and the others.

Turns out Han Zichen and his group weren't the main force at all!

What is the Holy Ape Demon Emperor's strength?

Level over 3000, an existence that can solo a giant fish-bird!

While the Xitian Tathagata, as the ultimate boss of this region, is merely a supercharged version of a 1800-level primordial god.

Such strength, even if attributes are magnified a hundred thousand times, is still no match before the Holy Ape Demon Emperor.

It's estimated that the Sun Wukong who appeared then was not the Holy Ape Demon Emperor's true form, but merely a manifestation of a thought, which helped Han Zichen and the others strike a blow before retreating.

Otherwise, what would the players have to do!

Sigh...

Xiao Feng sighed, then said earnestly: "Senior, let me answer your question. Actually that monkey... his true name is Can Kong; he's my friend's master, and also a friend of another friend of mine."

Yuan Shoucheng said in surprise: "You know him?"

Xiao Feng nodded: "Although not familiar, I've met him once, and there are some indirect connections."

Yuan Shoucheng fell silent.

After a moment, he took out a jade talisman from his bosom, placed it in Xiao Feng's hand, said: "You win." Then he stood up, took a step, and his figure vanished directly.