Chapter 144: Signs of the protagonist of heaven and earth, the backup plan left by the Blood Immortal Ancestor, the red and white face
In the southern area of the imperial capital, in a relatively low square house made of bluestone bricks and tiles, a young man wearing a blue brocade gown and with a slightly fair and handsome face was sitting cross-legged on a hardwood bed with his eyes closed.
His face was slightly pale, and he seemed to have hidden injuries on his body. As he practiced and healed his injuries, his brows would frown from time to time, revealing a bit of pain.
Wisps of spiritual energy from heaven and earth gathered around him, seemingly forming one spiritual energy vortex after another, swirling around him.
Suddenly, this fair and handsome young man opened his mouth and spurted out blood with a "wow" sound. His face, which was originally a little dark blue, was recovering quickly.
He opened his eyes, revealing a hint of fatigue.
"My injuries are finally getting better, but it's still not easy to leave the imperial capital these days. In the restricted airspace, not even a fly can fly out..."
Secretly feeling his current injuries, the young man frowned.
He stretched out his palm, and a wave of soul energy flashed across it, turning into a wisp of green smoke, and a vague ancient figure emerged.
It was Ye Ming and Lao Gui.
Ye Ming was suddenly attacked by Jiang Lan that day. Although he used a trump card and escaped in time, he was also seriously injured. He had to change his appearance again and hide in this civilian area to recover quietly.
Therefore, he did not participate in either the Southern Hunting Exercise in Qianyuan Cave Realm or the attack on the imperial palace by the remnants of the Blood Immortal Sect.
After all, he was seriously injured and it was difficult for him to move. He tried his best to conceal all his aura, so how could he participate in those things? But in the past two days, he inexplicably became the culprit and the man behind the chaos in Qianyuan Cave Realm, and once again took the blame that could not be taken away.
Not only that, his identity as "Zhang Yuan" who had taken over another person's body was also discovered, and he became a rat crossing the street that everyone wanted to kill.
Ye Ming knew very well that all this was the work of Jiang Lan behind the scenes. He would suddenly appear that night and attack him, just to seriously injure him and make him unable to move for several days.
In this way, even if he had not participated in the chaos during the Southern Hunting Exercise, he would have no way to defend himself, just like the last time in the secret cave of True Lord Zixia.
From now on, no matter who sees him, he is the remnant of the Blood Immortal Sect and the successor of the Blood Immortal Sect.
The real man behind the scenes, Jiang Lan, was hiding in the dark as always, planning and manipulating everything.
"Jiang Lan, I will fight you to the death..." Ye Ming's eyes were filled with strong hatred, and his fists were clenched so hard that they made a creaking sound.
However, this anger triggered the injuries in his body, causing him to feel a tearing pain in his chest.
His face suddenly turned gloomy. Everyone thought that Jiang Lan had just started practicing and his strength was not to be feared.
But little did he know that those old generations and antiques who had practiced for hundreds of years were no match for him. When facing Jiang Lan that night, he used many methods, but they couldn't even withstand one of his palms and were seriously injured in an instant.
This strength made Ye Ming feel shocked and unwilling.
"Old ghost, are natural born saints really invincible?" he asked in a deep voice.
At this moment, he recalled the situation when he first met Jiang Lan on the Bloody Plateau. It was really hard to imagine that a young man could control the power of laws. This was already a method similar to Taoism.
"What is a natural born saint? A natural born saint means that such a person is destined to become a saint and an ancestor."
"In my long life, I have seen very few similar people. As long as they don't die or encounter disasters, they will definitely be earth-shaking figures in the future."
"Besides, even I can't see through this boy's fate."
"His luck is hidden and not obvious. Although it doesn't look as vigorous as yours, he has the means of a natural saint, so how could his fate be simple? I suspect that it was the talented people in the Prime Minister's Mansion who concealed his luck, otherwise it would not have been dormant until now and unknown to the world. If the ancient immortal sect returns and reappears in the world, they will definitely take action to snatch it away."
"A natural born saint, in addition to having extraordinary talent and great blessings, also has wisdom and calculations far beyond his peers. Why can't you defeat him every time and be manipulated by him? It's because you are far inferior to him in talent, wisdom, and calculations..."
The old ghost spoke slowly, ignoring Ye Ming's gradually becoming ugly expression.
He was indeed telling the truth. During the years that he had followed Ye Ming, Ye Ming had encountered many enemies and disasters, but he was able to get through them safely every time.
But no one has ever made Ye Ming feel so desperate and powerless like Jiang Lan, as if he was being toyed with in the Five Finger Mountain and there was no way he could escape.
Even he now has no good way to help Ye Ming get out of this predicament.
The old ghost couldn't help but admit with emotion that the qualifications of a natural saint were indeed terrifying.
Fortunately, Ye Ming's existence now requires him to be the scapegoat and temporarily attract the world's attention for Jiang Lan, so he will not kill Ye Ming.
Otherwise, Ye Ming would definitely die, and there would be no solution to this situation.
"Since ancient times, aptitude, in some ways, represents the talent, wisdom, character, and many other aspects of cultivation. Ordinary people would not even bother to protect their reputation, so how could they hide their own shortcomings and endure the insults for so many years? From this point, we know that he is an extremely terrifying and difficult guy..."
"So there is no way at all? There is no hope for my revenge..."
After listening to these words, Ye Ming felt his heart becoming heavier and weaker, and he was very unwilling.
The old ghost didn't seem surprised at all. He looked at him with a smile and said, "But you don't have to be discouraged. Although the natural saints are powerful, they are not invincible. There have been natural saints who have fallen since ancient times. Moreover, above the qualifications of the natural saints, there are also those of the exiled immortals. And I see a trace of the protagonist of heaven and earth in you..."
"The protagonist of heaven and earth?"
Ye Ming perked up. It was the first time he heard Lao Gui mention these things.
"The girl in white who appeared in Qianyuan Mansion that day should be a banished immortal."
"This is a rare destiny and physique in the ages. In the future, he will definitely become an unrivaled giant who dominates the world. Of course, no matter whether he is a natural saint or a banished immortal, he may not necessarily become the protagonist of heaven and earth..."
"The protagonist of heaven and earth is very strange, and it is hard to explain. He may not be strong or special when he is born, and he may even be far inferior to ordinary people. But he has a temperament as tough as grass, which allows him to grit his teeth and survive many disasters, and then become more powerful and indestructible, until he surpasses everyone." The old ghost explained.
Ye Ming was stunned when he heard this, and then his eyes lit up with amazing light.
"So, it seems very likely that I am the protagonist of the world that you, Old Ghost, mentioned?" he asked.
The old ghost smiled and said, "How can I know everything in the world? I just think that you don't need to be discouraged. Haven't you encountered many disasters and hardships along the way? Even enemies who are far stronger than you were defeated by you in the end."
"Your aptitude was not even enough to practice cultivation at the beginning, but now you have the cultivation strength to rival the young geniuses. This is the unpredictable luck and opportunity. And now Jiang Lan is your biggest calamity. As long as you break through this predicament and calamity, you will surely soar to the sky in the future..."
Hearing this, Ye Ming's dejected look disappeared and he became full of energy and spirit.
Yes, what Lao Gui said was right. Those enemies who were once far stronger than him and the desperate situations he encountered were all defeated by him in the end.
He still has a long way to go in the future, and Jiang Lan at the moment will only become his stepping stone.
Seeing that Ye Ming finally raised his fighting spirit, Lao Gui nodded approvingly.
He was really afraid that Ye Ming would never recover from this. Now he and Ye Ming were inseparable. If he wanted to break away and rebuild his body in the future, he would have to rely on Ye Ming.
"Let's put aside the idea of revenge for now. Since Jiang Lan intends to take the blame on you, it means you are safe."
"After the imperial capital's security patrols are relaxed, I will take you to find an old friend. To be more precise, it should be a disciple I once taught."
"His experience is somewhat similar to yours. He rose from a weak position and was not welcomed by his family at the beginning. He even practiced martial arts incorrectly, which led to the shattering of his dantian. His fiancée came to his house to break off the engagement and humiliate him..." said the old ghost.
Hearing this, Ye Ming also showed some expectation. A disciple who could be recognized by the old ghost should not be simple.
…
When Emperor Xia ascended the throne as an empress, she was impeached by ministers, royal family members, and old officials from the clan house, and at the same time she began to make drastic changes to the court situation.
Jiang Lan did not rest either and began to make plans for the next step.
The moon was just rising, and we were still at the old place of Linshuizhai.
Song Youwei had been waiting for him there for a long time. She had her hair tied up high and was wearing a white gauze skirt. Her waist was tied with a soft aqua blue gauze in a pattern that looked like a crabapple. A jade hairpin was inserted diagonally in her bun. Her legs were half-crossed, and against the backdrop of the skirt, she looked even taller and rounder. Her skin was as white as snow and had a sheen.
Under the silk stockings as thin as clouds, her jade feet are crystal clear, and her arches are slender and white, playfully dyed with nail polish.
"It seems that you are quite bold. You are still hiding in the imperial capital at this time. Aren't you afraid that you will be uprooted one day?" Jiang Lan sat down opposite her. His eyes naturally fell on what was in front of him, and he admired her calmly.
Song Youwei poured tea for him while smiling and said nonchalantly, "I believe Mr. Jiang, you will not be indifferent to seeing me being captured by the Tianshi Division."
"That's true, but aren't you just causing trouble for me?" Jiang Lan picked up the tea and took a sip.
He found that ever since he praised Song Youwei's beautiful feet last time, she seemed to have changed her ways of showing her charm in front of him, intentionally or unintentionally.
Facts have proved that praise and compliments have always been an effective weapon for women.
Even a gifted girl like Song Youwei is not immune to this.
So, Jiang Lan appreciated it openly.
Song Youwei noticed his gaze, and the smile on her pursed red lips deepened. She also sat up straighter.
"Tell me, what do you want from me?" Jiang Lan went straight to the point.
Song Youwei usually wouldn't take the initiative to look for him. Most of the time, he would only contact her when he had something to tell her.
In fact, he just wanted to find Song Youwei for something, but considering that the Heavenly Supervisory Department was vigorously investigating the remnants of the Blood Immortal Sect in the imperial capital recently.
If she fails to handle it properly and her tracks are discovered by the Heavenly Supervisor, Song Youwei will run right into the trap, so she has to give up for now.
"Mr. Jiang, you are really forgetful. Did you forget something?"
Song Youwei blinked and stared at Jiang Lan, but seeing that his dazed expression did not seem fake, she immediately curved her eyebrows and asked, "Did you forget... to give me the antidote?"
"Antidote?"
Jiang Lan suddenly remembered after being reminded by her, but wasn't it less than three months?
The last time she was given the so-called antidote was more than a month ago, so the three-month deadline for fooling her was still far away.
"Next, I may leave Zhongtian Province. The senior leaders of the Blood Immortal Sect have discovered that there are traces of descendants of the leader, the Blood Immortal Patriarch, in Dongyuan Province. They plan to send many elders and disciples there, and I need to accompany them."
"I don't know how long it will take to get back to Zhongtianzhou. I'm afraid that the poison will take effect without an antidote and I will die on the way. That's why I wanted to find Mr. Jiang and ask for more antidotes." Song Youwei explained bluntly.
When Jiang Lan heard this, his brows immediately frowned.
The leader of the Blood Immortal Cult, the descendant of the Blood Immortal Patriarch? In his memory, this would only appear in the later plot, and it would involve the backup plan left by the Blood Immortal Patriarch.
The Blood Immortal Patriarch had long anticipated that he would encounter a catastrophe that might lead to his death, so he abandoned his physical body from his previous life and rebuilt his fate-defying body. He also left a wisp of his soul among his descendants to nurture his holy spirit embryo.
The Holy Spirit Embryo is a supreme means of physical container inherited from the Blood Immortal Sect. It can carry two souls and three bodies and has infinite potential.
Each soul is an independent and complete life individual and will not be affected. It lives one soul at a time, dormant deep in the sea of consciousness. As long as the soul is not extinguished, the body will not die.
The three bodies can accommodate the three physiques of humans, demons and monsters, and combine them into the fetus of the primordial spirit. It gathers the strengths of the three races and integrates them into one, goes against the innate, evolves chaos, nourishes the primordial beginning, achieves the strongest physical body, and ensures endless life.
If combined with the many inheritances of the Blood Immortal Sect, it can have an effect comparable to a weakened version of the Life Fruit.
Jiang Lan pondered over the relevant memories. Once the Blood Immortal Ancestor was born, he would definitely be able to detect the true whereabouts of the Blood Immortal Sect's inheritance. This was not good news for him.
"I need to strike first. I can't let him return safely, otherwise I will be in a passive position."
The news revealed by Song Youwei made Jiang Lan's eyes become profound.
"What's wrong?"
Song Youwei didn't know why Jiang Lan suddenly frowned. She fell into deep thought and stretched out her fair and tender hand and waved it in front of him.
“If there is a fellow named Xue Wuchen among the descendants of the Blood Immortal Patriarch, then you should keep a close eye on him and pay attention to his actions.”
Jiang Lan came back to his senses, stretched out his hand, and three bottles of Qingling pills for healing appeared, which he placed on the tea table.
It will take time for the Blood Immortal Ancestor's soul to revive, and it is impossible for him to directly merge with his offspring and take over his body.
"Xue Wuchen?" Song Youwei nodded and secretly memorized the name.
She felt that Jiang Lan really had the ability to predict the future, and this method was really incredible.
The hometown of the Blood Immortal Ancestor is located in Dongyuan Prefecture, which is so far away from Zhongtian Prefecture, billions of miles away. How does he know the situation there?
Could it be that a born saint can really seek good fortune and avoid misfortune, and predict and calculate the future?
"Before you set off, tell me in advance and I will prepare some things for you that will come in handy when the time comes." Jiang Lan didn't mean to explain.
Song Youwei is very smart and obedient. She doesn't ask questions that she shouldn't ask, and she knows what she should know and what she shouldn't know.
However, once Song Youwei sets out for Dongyuan Prefecture, he will lack a capable person by his side.
"Are you worried about my safety?" Song Youwei asked with a smile.
"Dongyuanzhou is not like Zhongtianzhou. There are many Taoist holy places and many blessed places. It is chaotic and disorderly. It is always a good idea to prepare some life-saving methods."
"I would be very sad if something happened to you," Jiang Lan said.
The main reason was that he planned to make some moves on the descendants selected by the Blood Immortal Ancestor in advance, and needed to prepare some things to give to Song Youwei.
"You underestimate my strength again."
Song Youwei wrinkled her nose slightly, but despite that, she was still very happy in her heart. After all, Jiang Lan really treated her as his own and cared about her safety.
"It is better to be cautious than to be slow. Being steady and keeping a low profile is the best way to deal with things." Jiang Lan took a sip of tea.
"But you can't hide your incompetence now. After the Southern Hunting Exercise, all the major aristocratic families started to pay attention to you. These days, my informants have helped you deal with many spies who were trying to find out your situation..." Song Youwei also picked up the teacup and pursed her red lips, which were as smooth as petals.
"Go ahead and find out. I don't have any secrets anyway." Jiang Lan looked indifferent.
"I am very surprised that Emperor Xia is a woman. Have you known about this for a long time?"
Song Youwei looked very interested in this and said, "You are willing to expose yourself for Emperor Xia?"
"Why do you sound so sour?" Jiang Lan asked instead of answering.
Song Youwei smiled and said, "Because I'm jealous."
Jiang Lan glanced at her. Song Youwei was much bolder than before. She looked gentle, elegant, dignified and bookish. As a result, her tone gradually became frivolous and she started to tease him.
However, he was too lazy to argue with her, and there was no point in bickering. The reason why Song Youwei spoke to him like this was because she had gradually relaxed her guard and vigilance towards him and had trusted him.
This is actually good news. After all, it is not easy to find such a capable and trusted subordinate.
"Among these, is the Qingling Pill?"
"I always feel like I was deceived by you from the very beginning."
Seeing that Jiang Lan ignored her, Song Youwei took the three bottles of pills, opened the stopper of one of them, broke the wax seal, and immediately smelled a familiar scent.
"Guess?" Jiang Lan said, "Or don't take it for three months and see if the Heart-Eating Pill will take effect."
"Hateful..." Song Youwei glared at him.
"Before we leave for Zhongyuan Province, I have something I need you to do." Jiang Lan thought of what he had considered before.
I had planned to put it aside and wait for a while.
But once Song Youwei left, this matter would become difficult for him to handle.
"What's the matter?" Song Youwei blinked.
Jiang Lan made a gesture to keep quiet, indicating her to sit closer and listen. Song Youwei did not doubt it and moved towards him.
A rich and subtle fragrance lingered, like an orchid in a valley, which was very pleasant to smell.
Jiang Lan reached out and grasped Song Youwei's soft hand. She was slightly surprised, but did not resist. Instead, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. She moved closer, exhaled sweetly, and asked, "What's the matter?"
"Hold tight."
Jiang Lan just said this and ignored her.
Then his consciousness was immersed in the sea of consciousness, which directly alarmed the Dragon-Suppressing Seal in it. At the moment when it was about to riot, it instantly wrapped and extracted a wisp of breath from it, and then withdrew his consciousness from the Niwan Palace in the sea of consciousness.
And the aura of the Dragon-Suppressing Seal that was extracted was sealed in Song Youwei's palm.
"This is?"
Song Youwei was surprised. She could feel a burning sensation coming from her palm, as if a real dragon was leaping and trying to break free, carrying with it a majestic aura like the power of heaven.
"A ray of national destiny from the national artifact, the Dragon Seal."
Jiang Lan explained casually, and then reinforced the seal to ensure that the breath would not leak easily.
"The national treasure, the Dragon Seal?"
Song Youwei was surprised, but also a little disappointed.
"What do you need me to do next?" she asked.
"I need you to write a special letter in the identity of the Blood Immortal Sect and send someone to deliver it to the Prime Minister's Mansion." Jiang Lan said.
Song Youwei was very smart and immediately understood Jiang Lan's intention.
Although the royal family blocked many news, Jiang Lan was able to produce this ray of national destiny. It is very likely that the national weapon, the Dragon Seal, has been lost. Even the many high-ranking members of the Blood Immortal Sect could not do it.
He actually did it.
…
The next day, in the Prime Minister’s Mansion.
Prime Minister Jiang Lintian, who had just returned to his study after attending the morning court, received a secret letter from his housekeeper.
He sensed the faint aura coming from it, opened it, and then scanned the contents. His expression suddenly darkened, and his eyes showed a bit of uncertainty.
The butler in the study stood with his head bowed, his expression also very heavy.
"Master, this secret letter was sent by someone claiming to be from the Blood Immortal Sect. There is a corresponding aura in it, so it should not be fake." The butler said in a deep voice.
"I already know. You can go down."
"Call Lan'er over by the way."
Jiang Lintian frowned, looking at the contents of the secret letter, and sensing the subtle aura sealed in it, feeling that things were getting a little tricky.
But if the contents of the letter were true, it would be a heavy blow to Emperor Xia.
But for Daxia, this is not good news.
Soon, Jiang Lan came to the study.
Jiang Lintian looked at him and handed the secret letter to him.
"The situation in the court has been turbulent in the past few days. The Queen of Xia cut the Gordian knot quickly. Facing the impeachment of a group of elders and ministers, she was not at all flustered. All the disobedients were dealt with by her iron-blooded means. She even showed an attitude of rewriting the rules of the Great Xia royal family."
"I, the father, am watching the situation and not intervening. I will wait until the situation continues to evolve and is beyond the control of Emperor Xia before I take action to suppress it..."
"But today, the remnants of the Blood Immortal Cult sent such a secret letter."
"Lan'er, what do you think?"
Jiang Lan scanned the contents of the secret letter and seemed to feel that the problem was a bit difficult to deal with. He frowned and said, "The people from the Blood Immortal Sect leaked this news to father. I guess they wanted father to take advantage of it and make Emperor Xia flustered and gradually lose the support of the people."
"In this way, Daxia will inevitably become a mess, and the Blood Immortal Cult will have an opportunity to take advantage of it."
"His heart can be described as extremely sinister."
Jiang Lintian nodded and said, "I didn't expect that the national artifact, the Dragon Suppression Seal, would be lost and fall into the hands of the Blood Immortal Sect. Queen Xia covered up the matter perfectly by saying that she had broken through the eighth realm and controlled the Dragon Suppression Seal. None of us knew about it and we were kept in the dark by her."
"This letter contains a trace of the national destiny accumulated over time. It should not be fake."
"Since it is a lie, it will eventually come to light."
"It's just that the Blood Immortal Cult did not spread this news widely, but instead told my father in a secret letter. I guess they wanted to sit on the sidelines and watch the fight between the two tigers, or maybe for some other reason, they were unable to make the news public..." Jiang Lan seemed to guess.
Jiang Lintian nodded in agreement and said, "After all, the national weapon is the treasure of Daxia. Although it has been lost, its power still exists. Even if the Blood Immortal Cult takes out the real national weapon, it will not be able to activate it and convince the people. On the contrary, it will be easy for Emperor Xia to use it as a handle to turn the tables and confuse the fake with the real, and then exterminate them with evil words to confuse the people."
"After all, someone who can tell the difference between a genuine national weapon and a fake one needs at least a certain level of cultivation. Even if the Blood Immortal Cult spreads the word, it will hardly have much effect. This is not a good idea."
"Since father said that, I'm sure he has some countermeasures in mind." Jiang Lan smiled.
Jiang Lintian sighed, "Although my father is called a wolf by the world and a troublemaker, it will not benefit my father if the country of Great Xia is in chaos. The Blood Immortal Cult wants to use me to suppress Emperor Xia and disrupt the situation, but they underestimate my father."
"Haha, that's true. However, this secret letter also gives my father a way to threaten Emperor Xia." Jiang Lan said with a smile.
Jiang Lintian agreed, "That's true. With this letter as leverage, even if Emperor Xia breaks through the eighth realm, he will be helpless and can only be controlled by others."
Having said that, he glanced at Jiang Lan.
"Don't worry, father. I know what to do. I'll have to rely on you for this." Jiang Lan still had a smile on his face.
Although he asked Song Youwei to deliver this letter in the name of the Blood Immortal Sect, many of the contents were handled by him personally, including the aura in it, so there would not be any loopholes.
It is indeed not as easy to control Emperor Xia after he broke through the eighth realm as before, but he still has plenty of ways.
(End of this chapter)
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