Cui Yuanfeng was very worried, "This will be dangerous. We should stay with you."
Mu Lingjiu shook his head. "With so many people, we'll be a big target. He'll get suspicious, and he probably won't suspect me so quickly."
After all, he is his own master, so Mu Lingjiu does not have a completely bad impression of him. After all, it was he who taught him the Luotian Sword Technique.
If she went to find out what her master had to say, he might tell her the truth.
After Mu Lingjiu said goodbye to everyone, he went directly to pay a visit to the Immortal Picking Saint.
The Immortal Picking Saint now meets many guests every day, all of whom come to seek refuge or express their sincerity.
After all, he has become the emperor. From now on, he will be the strongest in the entire Jiuzhou. It will be easy for him to become the master of Jiuzhou, and no one will offend him.
When Mu Lingjiu passed by, the Immortal Picking Saint looked up at Mu Lingjiu, smiled slightly, and motioned Mu Lingjiu to sit down.
Mu Lingjiu stood beside the Immortal-Picking Saint and asked, "Master, are you planning to unify the Nine Provinces when you become emperor this time?"
The Immortal Picking Saint shook his head. Although he had Mingkong's appearance, his master was different from Mingkong after all. They had different temperaments, which could be seen at a glance.
The Immortal Picking Saint's entire temperament exudes a coldness, as if he is really not interested in these mundane things at all, and is detached from them.
However, the Immortal Saint has met many people recently and it doesn't seem like he really doesn't care about anything.
He must have some purpose.
Mu Lingjiu looked at the Immortal Picking Saint and said, "Congratulations, Master, for getting what you wished for."
The Immortal Picking Saint smiled and said to Mu Lingjiu, "Among their brothers and sisters, only you and Zhibai know my current situation."
Mu Lingjiu frowned slightly, "The other senior sisters and brothers don't know about this yet. Does Master want to tell them?"
The Immortal-Picking Saint smiled meaningfully. "I haven't figured this out yet, so I'm just asking you, what do you think?"
Mu Lingjiu said sincerely, "I will naturally listen to Master. Whatever Master wants is fine."
"I want to hear your opinion." said the Immortal Picking Saint.
Mu Lingjiu thought for a moment, "My brothers and sisters would be very sad if they thought Master had passed away. Perhaps I should find a suitable time to tell them."
The Immortal Picking Saint nodded and said, "Master thinks so too, but now is not the time."
He sighed almost imperceptibly, his eyes full of helplessness and sorrow, and anyone who saw him would feel that he was really miserable.
There was a calmness in Mu Lingjiu's eyes. She couldn't understand why the Immortal Picking Saint didn't tell them, unless he didn't want to recognize them anymore.
The master wants to continue living as Mingkong.
So does that mean we have to sever ties with the Xuanxian Sect as well?
While Mu Lingjiu was thinking, he met the inquiring eyes of the Immortal Picking Saint.
The Immortal Picking Saint seemed to want to see something from her face, which made Mu Lingjiu feel very uncomfortable.
"Then what should Master do next? Almost all the forces in Jiuzhou are gathered in Cangzhou. If Master wants to control Jiuzhou, it will be very easy." Mu Lingjiu stopped talking here.
The Immortal-Picking Saint smiled and shook his head, "Master said that he has no interest in controlling the Nine Provinces. Master only wants to be an idle person."
Mu Lingjiu remained silent. Even after talking about this, the Immortal Picking Saint still had some reservations and was unwilling to tell the truth.
Mu Lingjiu had no choice but to continue, "Then where does Master plan to build his palace next?"
"Let's go to Cangzhou," said the Immortal-Picking Saint. "The scenery here is beautiful, the spiritual energy is abundant, and it's very suitable for living."
I want to stay in Cangzhou!
Cangzhou was originally the base camp of the Mu family and the location of the Mu family’s ancestral tombs. Under normal circumstances, the Mu family would not agree to give up Cangzhou, but since the Immortal Sage wanted to occupy it, there was no other way.
Mu Lingjiu lowered his eyes and thought a lot for a while.
Seeing that Mu Lingjiu was still silent, the Immortal Picking Saint asked again, "Why? Disciple, do you have any better ideas?"
"No." Mu Lingjiu shook his head. "I just suddenly remembered that Mu Lifeng said that Master wanted to meet cultivators with strength above Spiritual Emperor. If Master has no intention of meeting them, why would he meet them? I don't understand. Please give me some advice."
The Immortal-Picking Saint smiled. "So that's why. I was wondering why. I just want to know how many powerful people there are in the entire Jiuzhou. Although I don't want to take charge of Jiuzhou, I won't sit idly by and wait for death. I'm sure Zhibai has already told you that I only have a hundred years left. I want to spend a few days in comfort during this hundred years."
Mu Lingjiu nodded. It seemed that this reason was impeccable, but it still felt a little strange.
There is no need for a Spirit Emperor to care about the Spirit King level. If the master wants to meet someone, he should meet someone with the strength of a Spirit Saint.
But Mu Lingjiu didn't say much, nodded in agreement, then chatted with his master about some family matters and left.
The Immortal Picking Saint looked at Mu Lingjiu's leaving figure with a complicated and gloomy expression.
"Zhibai, you said that if we kept her for a hundred years, she should have grown up, right?"
Lu Zhibai walked out from behind the screen. There was no expression on his face. He just raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Mu Lingjiu.
"Yes, she has always been excellent, and has been excellent in every life."
"It's a pity, my disciple, that you don't want me to touch her, otherwise she would also be my target of choice."
"Master, her strength is not physical. If you really want to break her consciousness by force, it will be very difficult." Lu Zhibai replied with a cold face.
The Immortal Picking Saint smiled and said, "Indeed, so I followed your advice and didn't choose her. However, I'm not sure if I will give her a try in the next hundred years."
"Perhaps even more outstanding people will appear in the next hundred years." Lu Zhibai said.
The Immortal Picking Saint laughed twice, "I hope so."
But this laughter was clearly full of disbelief. He simply didn't believe that there was anyone better than Mu Lingjiu.
Who can compare to the true God?
Lu Zhibai lowered his eyelashes slightly and didn't say anything more.
The Immortal-Picking Saint asked, "How is the refining of the elixir going this time?"
"It will be ready in ten days." Lu Zhibai replied calmly.
The Immortal Picking Saint nodded, his eyes full of anticipation.
"After I absorb the essence of those people and combine it with your elixir, it will be no problem to extend my lifespan by 500 years."
Lu Zhibai pursed his lips and said to the Immortal Picking Saint: "Master, the essence of those people may not be effective. We have other ways."
"Just some ants." The Immortal Picking Saint disagreed.
After living to a certain age, one loses more and more respect for life. Moreover, with his cultivation and current status, he does not need to care about the life and death of those ants.
It is the good fortune of those people to be able to sacrifice for him.
Lu Zhibai looked at the Immortal Picking Saint in front of him and frowned slightly.
The master has really changed.
Master would never have said these words before.
The Immortal Picking Saint seemed to realize that what he said was inappropriate, and said, "Zhi Bai, you are my disciple, and you should stand with me. Don't worry about those people."
Lu Zhibai did not reply, but looked at the Immortal Picking Saint with a complicated expression.
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