464 Red King enters the battle map 1

Mo Taizhen gently shook his head, muttering to himself, 'No, no, the matter of the Red King needs to be resolved first. Having this son in the dynasty isn't necessarily a bad thing; otherwise, if the royal city attacks now, we'll all be in trouble.'

Master Dongming nodded slightly, but the coldness in his eyes remained.

In the majestic, cloud-shrouded mountains, the gate of the Supreme Palace was carved from a giant blue stone, ten zhang long and ten zhang high.

In the middle of the mountainside, a dozen or so square houses are neatly arranged in three rows, giving off a solemn and mysterious feeling.

The young Taoist priests were sweeping the steps. Their movements were swift and meticulous, as if they were adding a touch of freshness and vitality to this ancient Taoist temple.

There are exactly eighty-one steps from bottom to top, each one appearing wide and dignified, as if telling the story of the majesty and grandeur of the Supreme Palace.

The young disciples saw Elder Zhengqing slowly ascend the steps, and they all stopped, bowed their heads, and greeted him, saying, "Greetings, Elder Zhengqing."

Elder Zhengqing nodded slightly and smiled gently. He arrived at the main hall, which stood majestically with an imposing presence. It seemed to be embedded in the mountainside, as if it had been carved out of the mountainside. Exquisitely crafted, it resembled a jade palace, with carved eaves that were slightly upturned, like birds spreading their wings, adding a touch of dynamism.

Tall stone lions, resembling qilin, stand on either side of the gate, majestic and solemn. The stone steps are wide and flat, extending all the way to the gate, with exactly eighteen steps.

Elder Zhengqing straightened his Taoist robe, flicking away imaginary dust and dirt. He looked up, then slowly walked inside.

In the main hall, a simple wooden red chair sat amidst rising incense smoke. An elderly man with a solemn and kind expression, white hair, and an appearance of advanced age stood there.

Seeing Elder Zhengqing enter, he smiled slightly and said, "Please sit down. Thank you for your help, Zhengqing. These old bones of mine can no longer do all this. I need you young people to keep things moving."

Elder Zhengqing smiled gently at Bai Yangzi and said, "Sect Leader, you flatter me. You are the young one; we are the old ones."

After exchanging pleasantries, Bai Yangzi said softly, "Although King Qi's actions seemed to bring temporary prosperity, he had already fallen into the demonic path, and his death was his own fault. However, the actions of the Xuanji Sect were both expected and unexpected."

Elder Zhengqing nodded in agreement, saying, "It seems that the Xuanji Sect had planned this for a long time. The Xuanji Sect has many subordinate forces, and the actions of Prince Qi over the years have already touched upon the interests of the Xuanji Sect."

I've heard that the spiritual energy of the Xuanji Sect has weakened, and it seems this is indeed true.

Bai Yangzi's expression changed slightly. He nodded gently and said in a low voice, "This is true. It's not just them; it's the same for our Supreme Palace. However, compared to them, the weakening in our Supreme Palace is much slower. I didn't notice it for a while."

Upon hearing this, Elder Zhengqing stood up in astonishment, his eyes wide and his mouth agape, clearly unable to believe it. He exclaimed, "Sect Leader, this is impossible! I didn't feel anything either!"

Bai Yangzi gently waved his hand, inviting Elder Zhengqing to sit down, and explained, "I didn't notice it for a moment either. I only noticed it a few days ago when I was looking at the tree on the back mountain. And after observing it these past few days, I can confirm that it is indeed the case."

Though slow, that's how time flows.

Elder Zhengqing's face immediately darkened, and he asked anxiously, "And now? Prince Qi has already... can we stop now?"

Bai Yangzi shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice, puzzled, "No, it's still the same when I went to observe today. It seems we overlooked something."

However, the Xuanji School was large and powerful, and its influence waned quickly, while ours faded more slowly. The reasons for this still require careful consideration.

Elder Zhengqing nodded, and after calming his thoughts, he said softly, "The Red King wants us to submit to him. He is decisive and bloodthirsty, but also extremely tough. He does what he says. It seems that war with Qi is probably inevitable."

The Xuanji Sect and we are located in the east and west, respectively. The specific allocation...

Bai Yangzi nodded slightly and smiled, "When King Qi was alive, the system was quite good, but the taxes were a bit too heavy. You arrange for the land to be rented out, with us taking three-tenths, the family in charge taking one-tenth, and the rest going to the rented farmers."

Elder Zhengqing nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes, Sect Leader, I will also arrange for people to supervise regularly, and if any violations are discovered..."

Bai Yangzi said nonchalantly, "We are fair and just, so we will naturally handle things impartially. Those who disregard our rules must have some ability; otherwise, wouldn't everyone be able to trample on us?"

"Yes, Sect Leader," Zheng Qing nodded.

Flame flew on and on, with the border city in the distance in sight. With a clear cry, she returned to this place. The air of freedom seemed to come from high above, and she felt much more at ease here.

It can fly around, catch its own food, and have some weak humans roast it for it. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.

Slowing down, it gently searches for its master.

A moment later, Jingzhai and Shenlang slowly emerged from the clouds, as if they had been following behind. Jingzhai covered her face with a black veil and changed into a blue robe.

She let her lover hold her hand without trying to break free.

Hua Zhi and Hua Yun, siblings, curiously looked at the city below. The wind on the border seemed much stronger, and it was also a bit colder around, but otherwise there weren't many differences.

Slowly, slowly, the flame spiraled down, a cry escaping its lips. The excitement in its cry spread for miles around, as if proclaiming to everyone and everything, "I'm back, I've returned."

Hua Zhi, Hua Yun, Old Man Hua, and Granny Hong looked around at their surroundings.

The pale green wheat fields rippled like ocean waves, a tranquil yet vibrant expanse of green. Occasionally, a few birds would flit by, leaving behind a string of cheerful songs that echoed across the fields.

In the rapeseed field, the emerald green rapeseed stands side by side, forming a dense green barrier.

The rapeseed leaves are broad and thick, covered with a layer of fine fuzz, as if to protect them from the winter chill. The rapeseed leaves are translucent green, like inlaid emeralds.

The sight delighted Hua Zhi and her brother; a gentle breeze instantly filled their hearts, carrying with it the occasional scent of herbs. It was the aroma of kudzu root, notoginseng, poria cocos, and motherwort.

Grandma Hong and Old Man Hua carefully observed the people and things in the field. The environment here seemed to be quite good. At this moment, the cold wind had arrived, and supplies, especially winter supplies, were being transported from all around.

Horse-drawn carriages, and supplies transported from further afield by water, are being unloaded at this moment.

Among the pedestrians, many women wore new jackets, clearly brand new. The aroma of oil wafted in the wind—short cakes, fried cakes, and baked flatbreads—making one's mouth water and prompting a nod of approval.