PFC Chapter 392: Imperial Palace Banquet
Chapter 392: Imperial Palace Banquet
“Although the centipede dragon’s realm is not high, many beings in the chaos will stay away from it when they encounter it.” Taoist Master Ku Wu added.
Zhang Song had personally experienced the venom sprayed by the centipede dragon. It was extremely difficult to deal with and carried a curse that could even cause the body to become alienated.
He immediately launched a massive hunt, and although the number of his clones was not as many as that of Master Ku Wu Dao, it was still quite a lot. Moreover, although his clones were chaotic and bizarre, they were originally a white jade centipede.
He planned to leave the last two Dao fruits to Chaos and Thunder.
"You want to advance to the fourth-level Dao Lord through the Chaos Realm?" Dao Lord Ku Wu gently reminded: "Daozu Eclipse is very careful about his territory. Do you think he doesn't know about those few Heavenly Lords who sneaked into his territory?"
Ku Wu smacked his lips a few times. The fairy wine this guy took out was of higher quality each time. Even he sometimes couldn't help wanting to drink one more sip.
"Since you are still worried, let me remind you again."
"Our world is like a mountain stronghold in the world, and we are the masters of the stronghold. Although it seems to have abundant resources, those with strength will not look down upon it, and those without strength will not dare to approach it."
"It's been so lively recently. I admit that I attracted some of it on purpose, but the biggest part should be directed at Hongjun World."
Master Ku Wu looked towards Zhang Song. He didn't believe that this seemingly honest guy really had no information or feeling at all.
In just a few years, he had advanced from the first level Dao Lord to the third level Dao Lord, and was not weaker than himself at all. Such a talent might not even make him have the thought of feeling hostility towards him.
"I didn't feel anything." Zhang Song looked very surprised and seemed to realize it belatedly.
"I'm going to catch fish, do you want to come with me?" The Taoist master Ku Wu summoned a huge centipede dragon, which was blood red in color, jumped on it, and swam away into the distance.
This guy actually caught a centipede dragon of the Heavenly Venerate Realm as a mount.
"Damn it..." Zhang Song's body flashed and instantly went towards the Kuwu world.
In this broken mountain without any spiritual energy, there is actually a stone fish weighing hundreds of kilograms. It is obvious that there must be a fishhook inside. I wonder if the bastard Master Ku Wu is waiting to be hooked, or is he preparing to compete with Daoist Ancestor Yu Yun in patience.
After thinking for a while, he did not return to the Kuwu world, but turned around and returned to the Hongjun world.
Logically speaking, he is Emperor Xuantian, a native of the local area, but how come he can now clearly feel the world's rejection of him, and even a slight disgust towards him?
He had made contributions, he had been listed in the Investiture of the Gods, and he was a monk of the Jiejiao sect.
The consciousness of the Mosquito Master in the sea of consciousness rolled out on its own initiative, "The pond is shallow and the fish are big, so it will naturally feel uncomfortable."
"Could it be that you have an instinctive malice towards this world?"
Taoist Master Mosquito had the right to speak. He and Centipede Dragon both belonged to the natural disaster clan, and his spiritual consciousness immediately transmitted a method to conceal his breath and good and evil deeds.
After a few breaths, Zhang Song practiced his skills and indeed felt that the eyes that were secretly spying on him were gone.
The feeling that there were assassins hiding around, waiting to smash the cup as a signal at any time also disappeared.
It seems that it is not easy for Daozu. The world can't bear him, so he has to expand his territory, or abandon his original world and become a wanderer like Daozu Yuyun.
If there are many children, even a wealthy family has to calculate how to earn more or arrange more comfortable jobs for their children.
Bai Jingjing, wearing a white palace dress, walked slowly out of the palace with a few maids, with a happy look on her face.
"Why are you here?" The Investiture of the Gods is a divine weapon. After Zhang Song practiced here and mastered the authority of Emperor Xuantian, he rarely came here.
He relied on the Investiture of the Gods to practice, and the Investiture of the Gods also relied on the Dao Fruit of Zhang Song's aura to strengthen itself.
This is a process of mutual integration, and different people have different opinions.
The two of them strolled casually in the palace, listening to how Bai Jingjing managed the imperial palace during this period.
He did not feel any changes in the world at all. It even seemed that the origin of the world became stronger and all races were rejuvenated.
After the establishment of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the human population is slowly recovering.
There are fewer humans becoming immortals, and fewer ways for humans to inherit martial arts techniques. Everything is in the hands of Heaven.
The world is dark, and the separation of the three realms is done so directly.
Zhang Song suddenly smiled. When Zhang Song went to the Kuwu world, he was straightforward and set up four ghost gates. The Kuwu world also experienced a dark tide.
A short pain is worse than a long one, not to mention that Zhang Song did not regard the Kuwu world as his home at that time.
So... he often admitted that he was just like that guy Ku Wu. He always put himself first in everything. As for morality, he would wait until he was full, felt he had time, or remembered it, and then do it.
When Zhang's father and Qiu Biao heard that Zhang Song was coming, they immediately had a large table set up at home.
Zhang Song likes to be lively, drink and eat meat, and everyone around him knows it.
"Second brother."
"Meet Emperor Xuantian."
Zhang Mei was very happy, but her brother-in-law Wu Qian was very nervous because he knew that his elder brother-in-law didn't like him very much.
Zhang Song himself has three wives and four concubines, but that doesn't mean he likes to let his sister marry a man who has a wife and concubines.
"We're family, why be so polite? Sit down, sit down. Today is a family dinner." Father Zhang smiled as if he saw nothing. He invited everyone to come in and sit down first.
In fact, Zhang Song had already concealed his aura and was no different from an ordinary person.
Since it was a family dinner, Zhang Song called out Yue Niang and others without any hesitation. With the Immortal Palace there, it would only take a dozen minutes to get in and out.
"Where is Xiao Kun?" Yue Niang looked around. He was at least half her apprentice.
Wu Qian said quickly: "He is now the deputy city lord of Qinglong Pass. He is currently in charge of repairing the mountain canal, so I didn't tell him."
"Master." Du Yingchun is now very graceful, and together with Tushan, she is in charge of the imperial palace inside and outside. Although she is not on the list of gods, her position is actually much higher than that of Zhang's father.
"I heard that you have been focusing all your energy on the Imperial Palace recently?"
Du Yingchun quickly explained: "Master is not here, and I think I can't lose face for Master, the Emperor. After a while, when everything is running smoothly, I will hand it over to Sister Tushan or Sister Shangguan."
Zhang Song smiled dotingly: "I don't mean to manage you. If you want to manage me, then manage me. If you want to practice, then practice. Do you think your master cares so much about his reputation?"
"I have a big temple blocking the doorstep of that Taishan Emperor. It is more effective than anything else."
Du Yingchun chuckled. This was the master in her mind. Nothing else mattered as long as she and the people around her were happy.
"Master, there seems to be some small problem with your Wenmiao Temple." Du Yingchun remembered something, and the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up, revealing a funny expression.