Chapter 226: Farewell to Ying Zheng, leaving the mortal world "Yes...

"Yes, I am going to be the Emperor of Heaven." Fu Li murmured, and her whole body seemed to be in the clouds.

She couldn't remember how long ago she had harbored the ambition to become the Emperor of Heaven. Having finally fulfilled her long-cherished wish, Fu Li was filled with immense joy, yet remained remarkably calm.

She took a deep breath and asked calmly, "Nezha and I have tried many times before, but we couldn't return to the immortal world on our own. Are those immortals sent by Haotian to Shu also unable to return on their own?"

"Of course," Wukong sneered. "They didn't go down to the mortal world through the proper channels, and Haotian couldn't summon them back before the division. Whether or when they can return is uncertain."

These days, only this little thing can make Wukong feel a little happy.

Yang Jian said, "Wukong and I are here to pick you up this time because we have a token given to us by the Saint. If nothing unexpected happens, those people will have a hard time returning."

Wukong urged, "Mother, don't waste any more time. Let's go back."

Only by taking them away from the mortal world and truly returning to the fairyland can Wukong completely let go of his worries.

Fu Li patted the back of his hand in a soothing gesture. "Don't worry, you have to say goodbye to Zheng'er anyway. And Cunxin and Bai Shanjun, they came to the lower realm for us. Even if they haven't done anything for us, they've worked hard. We can't just leave them here."

At this point, Fu Li suddenly thought of Zhang Han, who was still in the military camp. "By the way, Nezha, Zhang Han, what are you going to do? Take him back to the immortal realm to cultivate, or let him stay in the mortal world to accumulate merit?"

Nezha was silent for a moment and said, "I'll go ask him and let him decide for himself."

Zhang Han is already an adult and has the right to decide his own life. Often, what the elders think is good may not be what the younger generation wants.

Anyway, with his master backing him up, Zhang Han has a very high tolerance rate, and Nezha is happy to support any decision he makes.

"Sister, wait for me here. I'm going out of town first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he used the escape technique and disappeared from the spot.

Yang Jian and Wukong were both surprised. Wukong asked, "Mother, have you and father recovered your magic power?"

"Yes." Fu Li nodded. "When Daozu separated the immortals from the mortals, a brief earthquake occurred in the mortal world, and our magic power suddenly recovered."

Wukong was only concerned with his happiness, but Yang Jian was thinking more, frowning and saying, "Recovering my power before the calamity is over won't have any impact, right?"

He took out his phone and sent a message to Jade Ding Zhenren. But the message didn't go through, and he only got a red exclamation mark.

Fu Li said, "There is no signal in the mortal world right now. Nezha and I have tried many times." She called up her chat interface and turned the mirror towards the two of them.

Sure enough, there were many unsent messages, and a row of red exclamation marks was very eye-catching.

Wukong also took out his cell phone and tried it, but he couldn't send the message.

He found it very interesting. With a roll of his eyes, he eagerly asked, "I wonder if there are any signals at those nodes where immortals and mortals meet?"

Fu Li smiled and said, "If you want to know, you can try it now."

"No, not now." Wukong shook his head firmly. "Once I bring you and Dad back to the fairyland, I'll have plenty of opportunities to try."

Fu Li stretched out her hand to him, and Wukong immediately bent down and cooperated by resting his forehead on her palm. He also rubbed it against his own, with a happy smile on his face.

Ying Zheng came over at this time. Hearing the report from the eunuch, Fu Li withdrew his hand and looked towards the door.

Ying Zheng walked in with Bai Shanjun. Seeing two strangers in the room, his expression suddenly turned cold. He put his hands behind his back and made a gesture to Bai Shanjun.

Fortunately, Bai Shanjun knew them both and reminded them, "Your Majesty, they are one of us."

At this time, Wukong also turned around and met Ying Zheng's eyes. Ying Zheng felt that he looked familiar, and he couldn't help but stare at him carefully, asking, "Is this gentleman an old acquaintance of mine?"

Wukong said jokingly, "Little Junior Brother, your memory isn't very good. When you were little, I held you in my arms."

His voice was so distinctive that Ying Zheng immediately remembered meeting him when he was four or five years old. He breathed a sigh of relief, "It turns out to be Senior Brother Wukong. It's been years since we last met, and you're still as charming as ever."

Wukong stretched out his hand to indicate his height and said with a smile, "You are much taller than you were back then."

He walked over to Yang Jian, took his arm and said, "This is Senior Brother Yang Jian, but you have to call him Uncle Master."

This confusing relationship made Ying Zheng look at Fu Li hesitantly, seeking confirmation with his eyes.

Fu Li explained, "This is my junior apprentice brother. You should indeed call him Uncle Master. Junior Apprentice Brother Yang and Wukong are from the same school, so they are brothers."

Ying Zheng nodded: "I see."

Fu Li said, "Immortals have long lifespans, so this kind of thing is very common. You'll understand later."

Ying Zheng understood: this was to tell him not to make a fuss.

He bowed to Yang Jian and said, "Greetings, Uncle Master Yang."

Then, belatedly, I realized: The teacher finally admitted that she was an immortal? So, could I ask her about immortals in the future?

Just as he was beginning to feel excited, Fu Li poured cold water on him: "Zheng'er, you've come just in time. I was just about to say goodbye to you."

"Goodbye... Goodbye?" Ying Zheng said in a panic, as if struck by lightning. "Teacher, what did I do wrong? Or is there someone in the palace who is blind and has offended you?"

Fu Li immediately said, "No, no, nothing at all."

Ying Zheng suddenly felt aggrieved: "Then why did the teacher leave?"

He could sense that the teacher's departure this time was different from all the others. This time, he would most likely never come back.

"Zheng'er, look at me." Fu Li felt somewhat helpless, but more distressed. "Do you still remember what I said to you?"

Ying Zheng said, "I will never forget a single word of what the teacher said. But I don't know which sentence the teacher is referring to."

Fu Li said, "It's the one that tells you to benefit the people and accumulate merit. I told you back then that who would be in charge of a mortal emperor who became a god after death? Do you remember?"

Ying Zheng nodded: "Teacher said it was the Emperor Ziwei."

Fu Li laughed. "Then listen carefully to my advice. Recruit more talented people, cultivate crops, develop education, and improve medical care, so that the people can afford food, education, and medical care. Reduce your large-scale construction projects and wonders. When you are a hundred years old, come to see me with all your merits."

Every time she spoke, Ying Zheng nodded in response. When she finished speaking, Ying Zheng still nodded seriously, but suddenly realized: "Teacher, you..."

Fu Li snorted and glared at him with that familiar half-smile, then said calmly, "Why, it doesn't look like it?"

Ying Zheng hurriedly said: "No, it looks like it."

A look of realization crossed his face. "No wonder. No wonder the late king, when he was alive, always privately told Zheng to learn more from his teacher's demeanor. The late king was indeed wise and perceptive."

In fact, it was not only Zichu who was clear-headed. Several elders of the royal family had privately approached Ying Zheng and accused Fu Li of being arrogant.

Ying Zheng had been with her since he was a child, and had long been accustomed to her way of dealing with people, and would subconsciously imitate her.

Fu Li was always humble and seldom harsh. At the time, he simply thought those members of the imperial clan were trying to use Fu Li as a pretext to gain influence in the imperial court, so he gave them a beating.

Now that I think about it, maybe I was wrong about them.

First, Wang Zichu asked him to learn Fu Li's demeanor, not to learn to treat others with humility, but to learn that unintentional condescending attitude.

To put it simply, it is the demeanor of a king.

Fu Li warned, "I will take Bai Shanjun and Cunxin away with me. From now on, no one from the mortal world, especially the Central Plains, will be able to enter easily, no matter whether they are gods or monsters.

When I return to Heaven, the first thing I will do is add another law: All cultivators, regardless of whether they are immortals or demons, are not allowed to enter or leave the palace without the special pardon of the reigning emperor.

She thought as she spoke, and after finishing all this, she thought about Shu: "By the way, when are you going to attack Shu?"

Ying Zheng thought for a moment and said, "As long as the court has enough food and fodder, we can send troops in three years."

Fu Li gave him a deep look and thought to herself, "Silly disciple, haven't you noticed that since you ascended the throne, the Qin State has never lacked food and grass? Your master is the God of Wealth. If the God of Wealth's disciple is short of food and money, doesn't he have any dignity?"

In order to prevent him from becoming too arrogant, Fu Li only thought about this in her mind and did not say it out loud.

She thought about it carefully again and again, wishing she could tell him everything she could, and she repeated a lot of it over and over again.

But no matter how many times she said something, Ying Zheng nodded seriously, indicating that he would remember it in his heart.

Until Nezha came back and told them that Zhang Han wanted to stay in the mortal world and build his career.

Fu Li knew that it was time for them to leave.

She took a deep breath and finally explained one thing to Ying Zheng: "Mortal emperors have no chance of becoming immortals. If someone finds you in the future and says they can make you immortal, they are lying to you. Don't take any chances!"

"Zheng remembers it, teacher, don't worry."

Considering his historical enthusiasm for seeking immortality and enlightenment, Fu Li really couldn't feel at ease.

But at this point, there was nothing they could do to feel uneasy. Wukong and Yang Jian kept urging them, and Cunxin also rushed over.

Wukong took out the jade talisman given by Jade Ding Zhenren and activated it with magic. The jade talisman burst out with a ball of golden light, enveloping Fuli, Nezha, Cunxin and Baishanjun. They flew high into the sky with Wukong's somersault cloud.

The somersault cloud was extremely fast. Even those who were looking up at the sky only saw a flash of golden light. Most people didn't notice it at all.

But the palace maids of the Eastern Palace had seen it all, and they all knelt down to kowtow and pray. Before the Fuli people returned to their divine positions, they had already heard their various wishes.

Some wanted to get rich, some wanted to be the king's concubine, some wanted to go home to reunite with their families, some wanted to ascend to heaven overnight, and some wanted to ascend to heaven in broad daylight and become immortals...

It can only be said that no matter what era, few people are willing to be servants and serve others. Even if there is a slight chance, they want to turn over and become the master.