Chapter 41: You Are a Great Sect Disciple

Below the steps were all the palace maids who had been knocked unconscious. The Empress looked at Chen Hang deeply, didn't shout, but reached out to probe the breathing of the palace maids. Seeing that they were still alive, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who is the gentleman, and why are you causing trouble in the sleeping palace late at night?"

Even if Chen Hang said he entered by mistake now, it sounded like covering his ears and stealing a bell. He felt embarrassed, but because the bamboo mask covered his brow and expression, he looked like he was indifferent.

"Since the gentleman has such god-like means, you must be a Qi Cultivator invited by the Pillar-State Grand General... Could it be that Tong Gaolu is so lustful that he doesn't care about the system and ethics at all?"

At this time.

The Empress suddenly raised her charming face, her voice mournful and bloody: "The Rong Kingdom hasn't perished yet, and he wants the gentleman to kidnap me, the Empress, to his mansion? With such licentiousness and lawlessness, is he worthy of being a monarch of a country?!"

"Who told you I take orders from Tong Gaolu?" Chen Hang frowned.

The Empress was stunned.

"I came here today just to join forces with you to remove this Pillar-State Grand General."

"Gentleman... you, why?"

"Because I have had the ambition to serve the country with loyalty since I was young, and I have never forgotten it day or night."

Chen Hang didn't want to talk to her much, shook his head and said: "Call your Qi Cultivator over, let him come to see me."

The Empress hesitated for a moment, then hugged her shoulders, bowed with a restrained expression, and retreated into the warm room.

After a while.

She walked out dressed neatly, looking graceful and luxurious, with her hair in a high bun—truly a bright and beautiful woman.

Chen Hang was invited by her to sit in a hall, pouring wine himself. The Empress wanted to see what this person looked like under the mask, but Chen Hang didn't pick up the wine cup, not fulfilling her wish.

"The Empress seems to have something to ask, please speak."

"Gentleman... are you from the Rong Kingdom?" She looked at Chen Hang's eyes and said cautiously:

"That Tong Gaolu is a seventh-layer Qi Cultivator, and he has also recruited several Qi Cultivation loose cultivators as guests. Gentleman, do you have the confidence to defeat him?"

"None."

"Then..." The Empress was anxious.

"But aren't you going to contribute too? With the help of the imperial family's Qi Cultivators, the outcome is between two possibilities." Chen Hang smiled like a smile:

"This Rong Kingdom is not my world. Do you expect me to fight to the death?"

The Empress was speechless.

But before she could speak, a strong wind suddenly blew outside the hall. Chen Hang looked up and saw two brilliant long qis turning into rainbows crossing the sky, flying down from the high sky and falling into the hall.

As the long qi dissipated, two old men slowly withdrew their Embryonic Breathing and collected their aura into their bodies.

Among the two, one was twelve zhang tall, with a curly beard and white hair, and his two hands almost reached his knees when they hung down. He looked exceptionally strong, like an old hunter. Just by this physical strength, he could easily tear tigers and leopards apart and smash bears.

At this time, he was looking Chen Hang up and down, his eyes full of disdain, clearly treating him as a swindler who came to take advantage.

And the other was clear and refined, with a long beard reaching his abdomen, and a plump and full face, looking like a wealthy mortal.

He only looked at Chen Hang once, and a look of shock appeared on his face.

"Greetings, two fellow Daoists."

Seeing the visitors press their escape light into the hall, Chen Hang bowed.

"Why don't you take off your mask, ghost..."

The strong old man snorted coldly, just about to ridicule, but was pulled by his companion, forcing him to close his mouth.

"Rong Tuo, and this is my younger brother Rong Xuantao. He was born to be a martial general, and later luckily entered the gate of cultivation, but he still hasn't changed his rough character. Fellow Daoist, don't blame him."

The old man who called himself Rong Tuo smiled apologetically. He bowed to Chen Hang again and said earnestly:

"I don't know which great sect the fellow Daoist is a disciple of? Coming down the mountain to play in the world this time, why bother to come and play with us?"

As soon as these words came out.

Everyone in the hall was surprised.

After the ninth layer of Qi Cultivation, one can cultivate true qi and achieve the first layer of Foundation Establishment.

Although the Qi Cultivation techniques practiced by each person are different, and the amount of Embryonic Breathing required is vastly different.

But in general, every increase in Qi Cultivation level and addition of Embryonic Breathing is a process of interacting with heaven and earth and merging with qi.

Rong Tuo is at the eighth layer of Qi Cultivation, only a few steps away from cultivating true qi and achieving Foundation Establishment, so his spiritual sense is exceptionally sharp. Just looking at Chen Hang, he felt extraordinary.

His aura was as light as clouds and mist, and as heavy as a mountain. Just standing there without moving, it seemed as if he was swaying with the surrounding heaven and earth, ready to sink into the void at any time and merge with the world.

In the Qi Cultivation realm, the only one who could give Rong Tuo this kind of feeling was fifteen years ago, when he and a group of loose cultivators saw a disciple of the Chiming Sect in "Water-Sky Cloud Fall."

At that time, a Zhu Yan great demon was born, wreaking havoc in the Southern Domain and destroying many small sects. So a True Person of the Chiming Sect brought several disciples and took a Six Geng Nine Cloud Carriage to subdue it.

Rong Tuo naturally didn't have the qualifications to approach the True Person of the Chiming Sect. He just stood at the bottom of the mountain and looked from afar, luckily seeing a girl holding a white raccoon on the Six Geng Nine Cloud Carriage.

The aura on that girl was grand and vast, like a bottomless water abyss, and although there were differences from the aura on Chen Hang, it was equally unfathomable.

After that meeting, Rong Tuo's heart was like dead ashes. He truly knew the insurmountable gap between himself and the disciples of great sects, and he extinguished the idea of fighting for his life as a loose cultivator outside, returning to the Rong Kingdom in frustration, never going out again.

Fifteen years later, he didn't expect to encounter this aura that gave him an irresistible feeling at the Qi Cultivation realm again, and his heart was even more shocked.

After Rong Tuo's words came out.

Not only did the atmosphere sink, everyone in the hall was surprised, and even Chen Hang was confused, not knowing how he suddenly became a great sect disciple.

But he thought about it and reacted, secretly saying: "He should have noticed my Embryonic Breathing. This old man is indeed sharp. If there is a chance in the future, I should learn another Dao technique to collect my aura."

Although his thoughts were moving, Chen Hang still put on a look of indifference and coldness, and didn't respond.

After all, he hadn't seen what a great sect disciple looked like. Saying more would be wrong, saying less would be less wrong.

Originally, this bamboo mask was just to worry that the Rong Kingdom imperial family would be timid and dare not join forces, so he covered his true face to save trouble.

But since Rong Tuo mistook him for a great sect disciple, Chen Hang simply went along with it, and the mask couldn't be taken off even more...

Before the predecessor was deceived into Little Ganshan by Yan Zhen, he was famous in the countries for his voice and appearance, and even a portrait was snatched by countless noble ladies in the palace, worth thousands of gold.

If he took off this bamboo mask, his identity would definitely be exposed.

What great sect disciple, that would be even more nonsense...

But Chen Hang's indifferent attitude made Rong Tuo believe it even more. Those immortal sects are arrogant, and there is no lack of arrogant disciples in their sects.

Thinking that he was just a loose cultivator, and he was called a fellow Daoist by Chen Hang, Rong Tuo actually felt a bit of joy in his heart, and his attitude became more respectful.

"The fellow Daoist came here to travel, is there anything I can help with?"

Rong Tuo bowed slightly and hurriedly pulled Rong Xuantao, fearing that he would speak rudely again.

"I came here specifically to remove a traitor for the fellow Daoist."

Chen Hang threw the Universe bag into the air, revealing several talisman artifacts, brilliant light flashing, dazzling.

"Is this the Thunder Fire Thunderbolt Bead of Daoist Yangshan? And the Green Bamboo Thorn and One Qi Essence Jade... These are the talisman artifacts of that little beast Tong Yi!"

Rong Xuantao only looked at it and was shocked.

"How about it, are these talisman artifacts enough to take the fellow Daoist? If you don't believe it, Tong Yi was severed an arm by me and is now locked in a mansion in the capital."

Chen Hang flicked his sleeves and took back the talisman artifacts in the air, laughing lightly.

"..."

Rong Tuo hesitated for a long time before asking tremblingly: "To truly help me, is the fellow practitioner having a grudge with Tong Gaolu, or do you want to gain profit from it?"

"Naturally, both."

Rong Tuo was even more hesitant, not answering for a long time. Chen Hang looked at his expression, sneered in his heart, and turned to leave.

Seeing Chen Hang leave the seat, Rong Xuantao and the Empress were both shocked, while Rong Tuo was still frowning, looking undecided.

Just as Chen Hang reached the door of the hall, as he expected, Rong Tuo finally opened his mouth and called him urgently.

"Fellow Daoist, don't blame me, don't blame me. This kind of life-and-death matter, the old man really has to think about it, think about it!"

Rong Tuo apologized repeatedly, blocking Chen Hang's way.

"It seems that the fellow Daoist needs my help?"

"Naturally, naturally. With the fellow practitioner coming forward, that Tong Gaolu is just a clay chicken and a pottery dog, not worth mentioning—"

"My shot is not cheap."

Before Rong Tuo could finish flattering, Chen Hang said this sentence.

That pair of eyes under the bamboo mask had no fluctuations.

Illuminated by this gaze, Rong Tuo's heart suddenly thumped hard. ===== CHAPTER 42 =====