Not only did Ming Teng's character not collapse, but it also became 5% more complete.

Oh.

The system sneered. It seemed that he was still worried about Ming Teng. It turned out that he was enjoying it and was extremely happy.

A man's heart is as unfathomable as the sea.

Who would have thought that the Demon Lord, who looked so noble and crazy, was actually the one down there, and the one being abused?

The wounds from the ice whip healed quickly, and by the afternoon, no trace of them could be seen.

Ming Teng felt a little regretful.

While strolling in the human world, he looked at the thick black rope carried by the hunter, lost in thought.

If this thick rope was tied with thorns, a specialty of hell, and it hit someone, it would probably take a very long time to heal.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way."

The huge carriage convoy occupied the official residence, and the people on the road were pushed to the edge by the guards.

Among them naturally include Fu Yu and Ming Teng.

However, Ming Teng was quick-witted and quick-handed, and he took his master to a safe corner before the guards touched Fu Yu.

Avoid these miscellaneous things from contaminating the Master’s Holy Body.

More than ten luxurious carriages drove by, and the faint sound of women crying could be heard from inside the carriages.

"Such a big scene again, could it be that someone in the royal family has died again?"

"No, the ones sitting inside are the late emperor's concubines. Today, they are being dragged over to be buried with him."

"I heard that some of them didn't even get to see the late emperor, and were buried with him."

"Tsk, in troubled times, the people of our country are starving one day and full the next, with corpses piled up like a sea, and their futures are in danger. If I could be fed and clothed in fine clothes every day, let alone be buried with you, I would do anything for you."

No one sympathized with the dying concubines; they were more worried about how they could survive in this chaotic world.

The convoy left and the crowd quickly calmed down.

Only Fu Yu looked dimly in the direction the convoy left.

"Master, do you want to save them?"

Fu Yu raised his eyes and glanced at Ming Teng, saying lightly: "Let's go to the inn."

As soon as I arrived at the door of the inn, I saw the two cultivators leaving in a hurry.

They held the same style of sword in their hands.

There is a single word engraved on the scabbard.

Cang.

Cang Yue Ridge.

Cangyue and Qingzhi left the Heavenly Palace but did not go to the Imperial Mausoleum directly.

Cangyue took Qingzhi back to his hometown.

Perhaps because so many immortal cultivators gathered here, a light mist lingered around Cangyue Ridge, making it look like a fairy mountain in heaven.

Upon seeing the Immortal Lord Qingzhi, Cangyue's parents immediately brought their families and disciples to kowtow to Qingzhi.

Qingzhi sat upright in the main seat.

Vanity reached its peak.

That's right.

What kind of hard life did she live in her previous life?

She was imprisoned in a cold and dark cave in the demon world and almost became the despised wife of the demon king.

She, an immortal with top-notch healing powers, should be worshipped, respected, and treated as a guest of honor by everyone.

Immortal is an immortal.

There is a world of difference between being a monster and being a human.

"My son is stupid, but fortunately he became a disciple of Immortal Lord Qingzhi, which is why he has made such great progress."

"Cangyue himself is also a very good cultivator, but..."

Qingzhi's pause made everyone hold their breath, waiting cautiously for her next words.

"It's just that there's a lack of opportunity."

"Now, this opportunity has come. If we can find Qilin, Cangyue's ascension to the Immortal Lord will be just around the corner."

Upon hearing this, Cangyue quickly stood up and bowed to Qingzhi, saying, "Master, I have already assigned additional personnel to guard the imperial mausoleum and am also recruiting heroes. If anyone can provide effective clues about Qilin, I will reward them with 100 taels."

The Cang family's foundation spanned several thousand years, and even during the war-torn era, it was still a wealthy place.

Qingzhi pursed her lips.

"Cangyue, it's not enough."