Chapter 1374 Where is the Immortal Artifact?

"It's me."

Just as the hairs on his body stood on end, Xie Zheng's voice suddenly rang out.

"Let's go to the observatory."

Qi Yun was right; Xie Zheng was indeed different from before.

He can become invisible without using an invisibility talisman.

Back at the observatory, the tea stove was ready, and the water in the teapot had just boiled and was slowly bubbling.

Song Chunxue sat cross-legged on the futon, put longan and tea leaves into it, boiled two red dates, and threw in a rock sugar.

Before it overflowed again, she poured the tea into the teacup.

Xie Zheng sat opposite her, looking spirited in his red official robes. His silver hair was neatly concealed under his official hat, with only a small patch of hair peeking out from his temples, but it was clear that it was combed very neatly.

Just now, Song Chunxue was wondering how he knew she was coming, but when she turned her head, she saw Wuyou and Weixue leap over the roof.

It still left a lingering afterimage.

"Is your injury healed?"

"It's basically healed."

"It would be better to rest for a couple of days. No matter how good your medicine is, the fact is that you are seriously injured. Even the most miraculous medicine needs time to heal. I can still smell the blood on you. Your wounds have reopened, haven't they?"

Song Chunxue took out a small plate of guokui shortbread and said, "I know what I'm doing, and I thank you for your concern, sir."

Xie Zheng stopped talking, hesitated for a moment, and then picked up a pastry and took a bite.

They drank their tea quietly, without saying much.

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward for Song Chunxue.

But Xie Zheng didn't feel that way; he rarely managed to steal a moment of leisure from his busy schedule.

"I heard you've come out for a short trip and will return after the autumn harvest. When will you leave the capital?" Xie Zheng asked earnestly. "I hope you can tell me before you leave that I'll see you off. As fellow disciples, we shouldn't be so distant."

"Hmm." Song Chunxue nodded. "Would you like honey?"

"Have some," he said gently. "Is it buckwheat honey?"

Song Chunxue looked at him, "You remember?"

"Both my senior brother and Master Han mentioned that the honey from your area has a very special taste, and buckwheat flowers are very nourishing."

In a daze, it was as if they had returned to the time when they first met.

Suddenly, a dull bell rang out from the palace.

The teacup wasn't held steady, and the tea spilled onto my hand.

Xie Zheng put down his teacup and stood up briskly. "The emperor is dead after all. I have to go to the palace. We can have tea another day. Please take good care of that mother and daughter."

"Hmm." Song Chunxue thought to herself, that emperor reigned for quite a long time. I wonder if the person who sat on the throne after him could be better than him.

However, observing celestial phenomena isn't much better.

It's all about timing and fate; let's do our best and leave the rest to destiny.

Crows were flying towards the Hall of Mental Cultivation in the sky, and Song Chunxue had a bad feeling.

Then she saw many shadows flying in that direction.

She immediately went to the mother and daughter and set up a protective barrier.

[Stop making a fuss. Ten assassins have come; Overlord and I can easily handle them.]

A carefree voice came through, unusually serious.

They've all gone to claim their share of the dragon's energy. Go and see; you might find a chance.

Song Chunxue didn't answer, but out of curiosity, she slowly made her way to the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

As she passed by the Imperial Garden, she noticed a faint golden shimmer in the water.

This is the real gem, why isn't anyone touching it?

Then she won't be polite!

But she dared not keep such a thing to herself, so she put it in a rough black porcelain jar.

"Hide! A large group of powerful figures are coming! Conceal your presence!" Wuyou reminded her. Just as Song Chunxue hid, she vaguely sensed a group of things approaching.

Song Chunxue dared not release her divine sense, but only glanced at it secretly. She was shocked by the scene in front of her, and it could be said that her scalp tingled.

The world is in chaos. Such a bizarre thing was able to enter the palace. It was a huge gray fog that ordinary people could not see. Inside were many complete faces, which was terrifying.

But soon, they sensed something, and countless low, eerie voices rang out, "Go!"

Song Chunxue hid in the shadows, not daring to move for a long time.

"You see clearly now, those strange things can appear openly, and we are powerless to resist them." Master Han appeared beside her, his cold voice filled with disappointment, "It's because they once received the late emperor's promise in a dream."

This is not just one person's tragedy; helplessness is ever-present.

"So what should we do?"

"It has always been so since ancient times. The rise and fall of dynasties are like the ebb and flow of tides. We cultivators should be more patient, less concerned, and less involved. In all things, we should first protect ourselves."

As he spoke, Master Han took out his whisk and tapped Song Chunxue's shoulder.

"Don't do things as recklessly as you did last time."

Song Chunxue remained noncommittal; it was a sense of impending death, and she didn't want to experience it a second time.

"What about the weapon the Taoist priest promised me?" She held out her hand. "Have you forgotten?"

P.S.: Having a cold and fever is really uncomfortable. Everyone should try to drink traditional Chinese medicine and get some effective medicine as soon as possible. Feeling sluggish and helpless is even worse...