Of course, all of this depends on Qian Qingyun being able to completely let go of the hatred in his heart.
Lu Shan didn't consider himself a saint, nor could he do things like forgiveness and forget. He also couldn't shamelessly ask others to let go of this deep-seated hatred.
Therefore, we can only let nature take its course.
To avoid the first outcome, he could only temporarily make Qian Qingyun suffer.
Thinking of this, Lu Shan looked at Qian Qingyun, took out a cultivation manual from his sleeve, handed it to the latter, and said, "I believe you want to take revenge yourself. This is a cultivation manual. Take it. When you successfully cultivate it, you will step into the Saint Realm."
He paused for a moment, then said, "Of course, successful cultivation is based on letting go of the hatred in your heart."
After saying this, he turned and left, giving Qian Qingyun no further chance to ask questions.
Qian Qingyun stared blankly as Lu Shan left, a complex emotion flickering in his eyes. Then, he looked down at the words on the cultivation technique and a smile slowly appeared on his lips.
That smile, however, looked somewhat eerie.
"I want revenge..."
A hint of evil slowly drifted through his dark eyes.
Inside the dark room of Wentian Tower, Lu Shan, who witnessed everything through the light screen, finally sighed and said, "It seems that Zhou Mu and I both underestimated the power of destiny."
Great Gan Dynasty
Inside the opulent palace, extravagant music could be heard from time to time.
It was late at night, and apart from the soldiers in armor, there was not a single person to be seen in the vast palace corridors. Darkness enveloped the palace complex.
"Report!"
A sharp sound shattered the silence. Emperor Qianlong of the Daqian Dynasty got up from his dragon bed with some displeasure. Still grumpy from being woken up, he said in a gloomy voice, "If you don't have something important to tell me to get out of my sleep, I'll exterminate your entire family."
He cursed and muttered as he dressed with the help of a maid. Then, the door slowly opened, and a man who looked like a eunuch rushed in, looking flustered.
Beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripped down the eunuch's forehead one after another.
Upon entering the palace gate, he dared not raise his head and knelt down immediately, saying in a shrill voice, "Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! Former Crown Prince Qian Qingyun has gone to Wentian Tower."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Long, with a gloomy expression, suddenly grabbed the hot tea that had just been served and threw it all at the eunuch. The eunuch dared not dodge and had no choice but to accept it all.
The scalding hot tea, still steaming, was now poured all over him, and his expression changed almost instantly, but he dared not make a sound.
Furthermore, since the teacup contained a trace of spiritual power, the enraged Qian Long showed no mercy. The pressure from the saint directly enveloped the eunuch, whose face turned deathly pale almost instantly.
"These are all old stories, and you're only reporting them to me now. That's bad enough, but you disturbed me while I was sleeping soundly. If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I'll grant your wish to die."
Upon hearing this, Qian Long instantly lost his temper.
Even when he was a prince, he had an exceptionally bad temper. He would beat or scold servants if he was slightly dissatisfied with them. However, in front of the former emperor, with whom he had a very good relationship, he was described as having a frank personality.
Thinking about this, Qian Long felt even worse.
He had heard the rumors circulating among the people, all saying that he was treacherous and ungrateful, which infuriated him, but he was helpless to do anything about it. These words were all true.
Those people said he could only endure it.
Who can blame him when his status is different now? He's the emperor of a country.
The only sage of the Great Gan Dynasty.
It was also because of his status and position that the Daqian Dynasty stood out from the other high-level martial dynasties and became the first dynasty to be recognized as a first-class power.
The eunuch clenched his teeth; clearly, he was in great pain.
Fortunately, the people who served Qianlong were all highly skilled, and he quickly recovered. Even though he was in excruciating pain, he dared not show it in front of the unpredictable emperor.
He tried to sound calm as he said, "Your Majesty, according to our scouts, Qian Qingyun went to a cave three hours ago, and when he came out, he had already reached the level of a Saint."
Bang
Qian Long suddenly stood up, his eyes widening like copper bells. He stepped forward, grabbed the eunuch by the collar, and pulled him up violently. He brought his face close to the eunuch's and said in a somewhat hysterical voice, "Is what you said true?"
The eunuch was startled by Qian Long's sudden action. The collar was so tight he could hardly breathe, and soon his face turned bright red. His legs twitched helplessly in mid-air.
"Speak up, are you deaf?"
Qian Long was furious and didn't notice anything amiss, shouting at the top of his lungs.
The sound was like a rainbow, and coupled with the aura of a saint, it shook the sturdy hall. Some timid palace maids and eunuchs were so frightened that they covered their ears and knelt on the ground, their thin bodies trembling, their hearts filled with extreme horror.
"I……"
The eunuch laboriously pointed to his throat, and Qian Long finally noticed. He then suddenly let go, throwing the eunuch hard to the ground. The eunuch scrambled to his feet, and under the watchful eyes of a tiger or wolf, he hurriedly said, "It's absolutely true. This was seen by the Embroidered Uniform Guard. Your Majesty, look, this is the instrument you gave me for detecting spiritual energy."
The eunuch hurriedly took out a crystal ball crackling with blue electric arcs from his chest. If Lu Shan were here, he would be surprised to find that the crystal ball in the eunuch's hand was exactly the same as the one in Wentian Tower.
This one is just a little smaller, like a miniature version.
Qianlong's gaze fell on the crystal ball.
On the crystal ball, two lines of text were clearly displayed: Martial Artist: Qian Qingyun, Cultivation Level: Early Saint.
Early stage of sainthood, meaning that one has just broken through to the level of sainthood.
"Absolutely impossible, the instrument must be faulty."
Qian Long's face turned pale instantly, but he still found it hard to believe. He grabbed the crystal ball and examined it haphazardly for a long time, but the words still showed no signs of disappearing. Only then did he reluctantly begin to believe it.
His breathing suddenly became more difficult, and he slumped to the ground, the crystal ball slipping from his hand and rolling to the side.
"Could this really be destiny?"
"I finally got to time-travel once, am I really not destined to be an emperor?"
Qian Long, whose real name is Qin Long, is a model youth of the 21st century. His "three good things" refer to eating well, sleeping well, and playing well. In his spare time, he's obsessed with online novels, and just like with the currently popular fantasy dramas, he hopes to have a fantastical adventure like those in the novels.
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