739 Imperial City Sword Tiger, Huang Zhihu
Transforming the lightning tribulation into his own strength was his choice!
“Boom boom boom—”
Thunderclouds gathered between heaven and earth, seemingly endlessly.
The lightning triggered the power of the Heavens and Earth, causing a huge commotion in the Dao Competition.
The gathering of the power of the Great Dao attracted the attention of many Dao Ancestors.
…
A year later, the void filled with countless rocks slowly fell silent.
Lightning and sword light intertwined and finally disappeared.
When all the lightning dissipated, there were no more rocks here. Of course, there was no sign of Han Muye.
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The Heavenly Mystic, Imperial City.
From the start of the Dao competition, there was chaos in the Heavenly Mystic World.
Because during the Dao Competition, karma reincarnation was not evident. The Heaven Realm Divine Transformation experts were the strongest.
The Half-Sages of Confucianism could suppress Semi-God Realm warriors with just a word. At this moment, they could only fight with all their might. They might not be able to defeat a Peak Semi-God Realm warrior.
Five years ago, the great cultivator of the Heavenly Mystic Dao Sect, Divine Lord Xuan Ming, fought with the Confucian Half-Sage, Wang Muyang.
That battle caused the spiritual qi in several prefectures and counties in the Heavenly Mystic to change, and the water in the rivers flowed backwards.
In the end, Wang Muyang was defeated and the authority of a county fell.
After that battle, the sects of the Heavenly Mystic World, the demonic sects, and those ambitious cultivators began to fight for the authority of the dynasty.
Confucianism had suppressed the Heavenly Mystic for countless years. It was time to overthrow it.
In the eyes of these cultivators, the Dao Competition was an opportunity.
If the Confucianist cultivators’ combat strength wasn’t obvious and great cultivators couldn’t unleash their absolute power, it was better to take the lead themselves. Perhaps they could become the next Dao Ancestor?
Of course, there were also many cultivators who were in despair that the Heavenly Mystic might win the Dao competition.
The power of the Immortal Spirit World had entered their hearts.
The Immortal Spirit World had long infiltrated the Heavenly Mystic Dao Sect. Back then, the No Resentment Realm almost caused the Heavenly Mystic Divine Dao to rise.
These cultivators only focused on the strength of the outside world. They had always looked down on the Heavenly Mystic World.
In their eyes, the grass was always greener on the other side.
These people tried their best to destroy the Heavenly Mystic, hoping that it would fail in the Dao competition.
Even if the Heavenly Mystic failed in the Dao Competition, they would still die.
But what if an Immortal Spirit Realm expert saw their hard work and gave them a chance to survive?
In a great battle and a great calamity, there was never a lack of brainless people.
Imperial Garden Street, in Moon Viewing Town.
Many children were playing in front of the store.
This place was almost a playground for children.
The owner’s three children had all kinds of toys, attracting the surrounding children to gather around.
There were all kinds of wooden toys and many rare things in the Imperial City.
The owner had three children. The two older ones were all handsome. The third one had a pair of tiger ears and a furry tiger head. He was extremely cute.
Everyone called him Tiger Head.
“Tiger, what delicious food did your mother make today?”
A voice came from the shop next door.
Huang Zhihu, dressed in a green Confucian robe, walked out of the shop.
Dressed in men’s clothing, her handsome appearance made the young ladies who passed by blush and their hearts beat faster.
The current Huang Zhihu was already 18 years old. Her figure was slender, and there was a hint of shrewdness in her big lively eyes.
Who didn’t know the name of the Imperial City Academy’s Zhihu?
“Zhihu is back?”
“Come quickly. Your Uncle Datian caught a big fish. I made a pot of soup and was waiting for you.”
Cuicui stuck her head out of the shop and smiled.
At this moment, the sun was setting.
Huang Zhihu’s eyes lit up. She reached out and hugged the tiger-headed boy before walking towards the Southern Wasteland Snack Shop.
In the shop behind her, Zuo Yuting, who was wearing a greenish-gray robe and had an alchemy master badge on her chest, also walked out.
On the side of the road, Zuo Lin, who had aged a little, chuckled. He packed up the carriage and walked towards the small table set up by Shao Datian.
After Han Muye and Mu Wan left the Alchemy Destiny Pavilion, Shao Datian, Cuicui, the Zuo family, and Huang Zhihu, who had come to the Imperial City, basically gathered around a table to eat.
“Hey, Uncle Datian, this fish is very authentic. It’s from the Immortal Moon Lake, right?”
Huang Zhihu picked up a piece of fish and her eyes narrowed into crescents.
“Now those deities in the Immortal Moon Lake are getting more and more stingy. We’re not even allowed to go fishing,” Huang Zhihu muttered as she put the fish into her mouth.
Cuicui smiled and went to feed Tiger Head.
There was no need for them to worry about the two older ones.
“It can’t be helped. Many people are having a hard time now, and there are many people fishing over there,” Shao Datian muttered before lowering his head to deal with the fish in front of him.
He was wearing the green uniform of a patrolling soldier.
Currently, he was a small military lieutenant in the patrolling camp. He was mainly in charge of patrolling around the Immortal Moon Lake.
This was the job Bao Mingcheng had found for him.
Hearing Shao Datian’s words, Zuo Lin also sighed softly.
“I wonder how Yulong is doing now.”
Three years ago, Zuo Yulong had already become a Confucian Scholar and became a garrison officer in a foreign prefecture.
If it was in the past, Zuo Lin would probably wake up laughing if his son could become a Grand Scholar and a Guardian.
However, in the current world, the Heavenly Mystic World was filled with flames of war. Cultivators everywhere could not suppress the war. Even Confucianism was powerless to protect the Heavenly Mystic.
Zuo Lin was very worried about Zuo Yulong’s personality.
“Don’t worry, Yulong was trained in the Alchemy Destiny Pavilion,” Shao Datian comforted him.
Zuo Lin grinned and took a bite of fish. He said in a low voice, “That’s the Alchemy Destiny Pavilion of Young Master and Young Miss. The Alchemy Destiny Pavilion’s alchemy skills…”
Even if Han Muye and Mu Wan were no longer in the Alchemy Destiny Pavilion, the legend of the pavilion had never stopped circulating.
Ahead, a carriage stopped.
The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a sullen-faced Yunduan poked her head out.
“Zhihu, let’s go.”
Huang Zhihu turned around and finished the fish soup in her bowl in one gulp. She stood up, tidied her clothes, and strode over.
