The King of Qi was roughly pulled out of the wooden tub, and the guards expressionlessly put clothes on him.
"You! Who are you? What have you done with me?"
By this time, King Qi had sobered up considerably and glared angrily at the guards before him.
"King Qi."
A deep voice sounded, and King Qi looked in the direction of the sound.
Stunned by Qingyue's aura, he cried out, "Who are you? Why did you bring me to this wretched place?"
"My master is Elder Qingyue of Tianjing Island," the guard said expressionlessly.
Heavenly Island...
Although King Qi did not know who Qingyue was, who on Tianjing Island did not know?
"Heavens, an elder of Heavenly Realm Island?" King Qi frowned, then sneered, "You say you're an elder of Heavenly Realm Island, so you are?"
Why would the elders of Tianjing Island come to White Tiger Kingdom?
Although the White Tiger Kingdom is an empire, it is the lowest-ranking of the four kingdoms.
What are the elders from Tianjing Island doing in the White Tiger Kingdom?
Qingyue took out the token representing her identity. "Your Highness Prince Qi, can I trust you now?"
Each elder on Sky Island possesses a token representing their identity, imprinted with a soul mark.
Moreover, no one on the entire continent would dare to impersonate an elder of Tianjing Island, unless they were tired of living.
"You, you really are an elder of Heavenly Realm Island..."
King Qi presented the token he had taken with both hands, and said tremblingly, "Elder, does the Elder have something important to discuss with me?"
He's just a useless prince, why would the elders of Tianjing Island want him?
"I know that Your Highness has not had a good life these past years," Elder Qingyue said with a smile. "It is truly a pity for Your Highness."
King Qi frowned. Although he was useless, he was not stupid.
"With my elder brother in power, the people live in peace and prosperity, and the country is at peace. I have no complaints about living the life of a carefree prince under my elder brother's protection."
Qingyue raised an eyebrow slightly. She had thought Song Yan was a fool, but she hadn't expected him to have some brains.
He said with a smile, "It is good that Your Highness thinks this way, but if Your Highness had not destroyed your dantian back then to protect His Majesty, you would not be so idle now. I really feel sorry for Your Highness."
Qingyue sighed.
Upon hearing this, King Qi's expression changed slightly. What exactly was this Qingyue gourd up to?
That's right, his dantian was indeed destroyed.
More than a decade ago, his cultivation talent was considered outstanding in the White Tiger Kingdom, and he even entered the Wentian Academy.
Later, his elder brother was assassinated. He risked his life to protect his brother, but his dantian was shattered. From then on, he went from a promising genius to the useless prince he is today.
Although his elder brother had treated him well over the years, he still recalled his unrestrained and arrogant self at the academy whenever he dreamed of it in the middle of the night.
But all of that is in the past.
Suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, King Qi heard Qingyue continue, "That's why I specially sought out Your Highness, hoping to help you resolve your troubles."
"What can I do to help the elder?"
King Qi raised an eyebrow; he wasn't a fool.
Qingyue couldn't have come to him purely to help him; if you want something, you have to pay a price.
King Qi understood these principles very well.
Seeing that Prince Qi was on the right track, Qingyue smiled and said, "I like to deal with smart people. As long as Your Highness is willing, Tianjing Island can not only help Your Highness rebuild your cultivation, but also help you sit on that position."
When Qingyue finished speaking, she looked at King Qi seriously.
After a brief eye contact, King Qi burst into laughter.
"Elder, you're joking," King Qi said with a smile.
"Your Highness, you should think this over carefully. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." Qingyue smoothed out the wrinkles in his robe. "It's late. Someone, escort Your Highness back to your residence."
King Qi left the post station.
The guard lowered his voice and asked, "Elder, if we want to get the White Tiger Jade, we can simply..."
"What do you know?" Qingyue sneered. "No matter what, Baihu is still an empire. If we take it by force, it will inevitably cause a lot of trouble. It's better to let them fight like dogs, while I reap the benefits."
Anyway, there's still at least a month before the seal is broken. In this month, he can slowly wear down the White Tiger Emperor!
"The elder's consideration is indeed thorough."
"Otherwise, how could I have reached this position?" Qingyue sneered.
He picked up the teacup, gently brushed away the tea foam, as if victory was assured: "It won't be long before Song Yan comes back to find me."
What does a piece of trash want most? Cultivation, of course! Besides, Song Yan has been suppressed for so many years, he doesn't believe that Song Yan is willing to live his life in such a muddled way.
Just as Qingyue had predicted, Song Yan indeed came to the post station again the next morning.
This news also reached the ears of the White Tiger Emperor.
"What does Qingyue mean by this?" The White Tiger Emperor frowned. Back then, Song Yan damaged his dantian to protect him, and was unable to cultivate for the rest of his life. Some time ago, the White Tiger Emperor heard that a divine doctor named Ghost Doctor had appeared in a small border country.
It is said that it can bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded. The people he sent have been gone for more than half a month, and there has been no reply yet.
The White Tiger Emperor always felt guilty towards Song Yan, so he wanted to fight for Song Yan as long as there was a glimmer of hope.
Just then, Wang Fu, hunched over, entered the main hall. "Your Majesty, great news! Incredible good news! The Ghost Doctor has arrived!"
Ghost doctor——
Upon hearing this, the White Tiger Emperor's expression brightened with joy. "Quickly, quickly invite the Ghost Doctor here!"
In the Canglan Continent, physicians and alchemists hold very important positions, and it is said that this ghost doctor can not only bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded, but is also an alchemist.
Even though Song Ming was an emperor, he had to put aside his pride in front of the Ghost Doctor.
Before long, a man in a white robe walked gracefully in, led by a eunuch.
The man appeared to be around thirty years old, with very high cheekbones, narrow, squinting eyes, and a small mustache. With each step he took, he would gently stroke his beard.
"Greetings, Your Majesty."
"I hereby grant you the privilege that you need not bow when you meet the royal family." The White Tiger Emperor waved his hand: "Guards, quickly prepare a seat and tea for the Ghost Doctor."
They were afraid that if they were a step too slow, they would neglect the Ghost Doctor.
"Your Majesty, there's no need to be so polite," the Ghost Doctor said with a smile. Soon, a palace maid brought over the tea.
The Ghost Doctor picked up the teacup, his hand seemingly unintentionally brushing against the back of the palace maid's hand.
The palace maid trembled, nearly dropping the teapot in her hand, and hurriedly knelt down, "Please forgive me, Doctor Ghost."
The Ghost Doctor's triangular face darkened slightly as he looked at the White Tiger Emperor.
"Get down here right now!" Wang Fu shouted hurriedly.
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