This move was enough to shake the established situation, and King Guangmu naturally felt worried.
Earthly Immortal Realm, Qingshan City.
Dong Yong and his son Dong Yuan were returning from work and passed by an inn.
At this time, Dong Yong is already showing his age. More than thirty years have passed in this world. He is nearly sixty years old and has gray hair on his temples.
However, his son Dong Yuan still looks young. When they were leaving, Ziwei Palace Lord gave him a secret book of practice. Although it failed to enable him to reach the realm of immortals, it delayed the passage of his life span.
Over the years, Dong Yuan has been practicing hard day and night, hoping that one day he can set foot on Heavenly Court and rescue his imprisoned mother.
However, with his current cultivation level of Refining Qi into Spirit, such ambition is almost out of reach.
Right now he can't be called a monk, he's just a Qi Refiner.
Only by breaking through to the realm of Returning Spirit to Void can one truly be called a monk and be qualified to aspire to the Immortal Way.
As for those in the two realms of Refining Essence into Qi and Refining Qi into Spirit, they are usually just called Qi Refiner or alchemists.
When the two passed by the inn, they suddenly saw bright lights in the house. Dong Yong paused in his steps and looked surprised.
Dong Yuan noticed his father stopped and looked into the store, with a trace of surprise in his eyes.
"How come someone is staying here?" he asked his father in a low voice.
Dong Yong didn't answer, just took a deep breath, rolled his Adam's apple, and walked slowly towards the door of the inn.
Dong Yuan followed closely behind, secretly activating the weak magic power in his body and condensing it in the palm of his hand.
Once he encounters a hostile person after opening the door, he will attack without mercy.
Dong Yong stood in front of the door, raised his hand, and knocked gently on the wooden door.
Dong Yong's throat was tight and he couldn't say a word, but there was a glimmer of light in his eyes, and a long-lost expectation appeared on his face.
There was only one thought left in his mind: Could it be that Su Yang has come back?
In the inn, Black Emperor, Duan De, Ji Ziyue and Xiao Jiu were sitting around the table, playing with a few wooden tiles with carved patterns in their hands. This was something Su Yang taught them before leaving, saying it was a way to kill time when they had nothing to do, and it was called "playing mahjong."
"Damn! What kind of luck!" Duan De stared at the three Yaojis in his hand, and watched as Black Emperor threw out two identical cards, and went crazy. He was about to dig through his bag to get the spiritual stone to compensate, when he suddenly realized something was wrong, and slapped the table. "You have tampered! Laozi, I don't believe you can encounter this!"
"Nonsense!" Black Emperor pricked up his ears and swung his tail, "How could I, with my majestic status, cheat on you, a scoundrel? Besides, who are you, worthy of me cheating?" Before he finished speaking, it quietly kicked off its hind legs and kicked half of the cards hidden on the ground into the bottom of the table.
Duan De was about to grab it and argue, when suddenly there were several light knocks from outside the door.
All four people in the room were startled.
Willow Deity and Xiao Jiu stood silently in the corner, originally just watching the fun. Su Yang didn't take them with him when he left, and he felt a little empty. Especially Xiao Jiu, his eyes fell on Nine-Leaf Sword, who was lying quietly in the corner without even a weapon. What if he encounters trouble along the way?
The knock on the door sounded again.
Everyone stood up, and Black Emperor stepped forward and pulled the door latch. Standing outside the door was a rickety old man, followed by a young man, none other than Dong Yong and Dong Yuan.
Black Emperor was about to speak, but Dong Yuan's expression suddenly changed. He pulled his father back and shouted sternly, "Dad, get out of the way! This black dog is a monster!"
"Death to the monster!" Before he finished speaking, the hoe in his hand glowed with spiritual light, and he grabbed Momentum of Wind and Thunder and smashed it towards Black Emperor's head.
There was only a muffled "thunk" sound, and the hoe hit hard. But Black Emperor didn't move at all, but the jaw of Dong Yuan cracked, and I almost couldn't hold the handle.
"You are the dog!" Black Emperor roared, raised his paw and snatched the hoe away. With a flick of his hand, Dong Yuan flew into the house like a sack.
Dong Yong saw what was in front of him clearly and his voice trembled with excitement. "Great Immortal Black Emperor? Are you really here all the time?"
Dong Yuan was lying on the ground and had not yet gotten up. He heard his father exclaiming "Great Immortal Black Emperor" one after another in his ears, and he was muttering in his heart.
Great Immortal Black Emperor? Who?
Dong Yong didn't say much, he knelt down in front of Black Emperor and shouted with a trembling voice, "Great Immortal Black Emperor! Please save my wife!"
Black Emperor was picking his ears with his paws, raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him, and asked lazily, "Have we met before?"
It's no wonder he couldn't recognize him. More than thirty years have passed in this world, and Dong Yong has already turned gray on his temples, his face is weathered, and his appearance has changed drastically. Black Emperor couldn't connect the old man in front of him with the honest and honest farmer back then.
When other people in the inn heard the commotion, they all looked at the old man who suddenly knelt down.
"Dad! How can you kneel down to a dog demon? When I succeed in my cultivation, I will be Heavenly Court and snatch my mother back!"
Dong Yuan gripped the hoe tightly and glared angrily, exuding an air of stubbornness, obviously showing no awe to Black Emperor.
Naturally, he didn't know the descendant of Sweeping the Eight Wastelands, the ferocious beast who once crushed the void. When Black Emperor left with Su Yang, he was still in his infancy and his teeth were not fully grown.
Willow Deity slowly stood up from his seat, walked forward, his eyes fell on Dong Yong's face, he frowned slightly, and said softly, "Are you Dong Yong?"
"Yes! It's me, Lord Willow Deity!" Dong Yong's voice was trembling with excitement, and he kowtowed to the ground again.
Willow Deity flicked his sleeves, and a soft force lifted Dong Yong's body, and said lightly, "It doesn't have to be like this, come in and talk."
Dong Yong nodded repeatedly and followed him into the inner hall of the inn with his son.
Black Emperor was suddenly enlightened at this moment, scratched his ears, and murmured to himself, "Could this old man be the little follower of the emperor before? It seems that he even sent roast chicken legs to the emperor? Tsk, maybe he has really been protected by me."
It narrowed its eyes and vaguely remembered the days when Dong Yong was serving food in the village. Every first and fifteenth day of the Lunar New Year, Dong Yong would serve a meaty meal. Although it was not a delicacy, its pious attitude made it quite useful.
After entering the house, Dong Yong pulled Dong Yuan to kneel down again, with his forehead almost touching the ground.
Mortals are like ants in the world of Primordial World. How can they dare to talk about their integrity when their daily lives are precarious? What's more, now that they have a heavy trust and their lives are in the hands of a few experts in front of them, how can they care about their dignity?
"Please, seniors, have mercy and save my wife from the fire and water!" After saying this, he kowtowed heavily again.
Ji Ziyue was watching quietly from the side, and suddenly felt that this man looked familiar. "Is he the uncle who helped serve tea and water here before?"
Her eyes flashed and she couldn't help but ask, "What happened to your wife?"
Ji Ziyue entered the inn late and did not witness the previous agreement between Dong Yong, Su Yang and others.
As soon as she stood still, she heard Dong Yong say urgently, "My wife was kidnapped by Heavenly Court's people after Mister Su left!"
"Masters, please save her!"
After the words fell, he leaned down and kowtowed again, his movements extremely sincere.
Everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to react.
Ji Ziyue thought for a moment and then asked, "Is your wife the Ziwei princess?"
"Exactly." Dong Yong nodded vigorously.
Ji Ziyue snorted lightly and said in a casual tone, "The big bad guy has already led people to kill Heavenly Court. If you wait a few more days, your wife will come back naturally."
She is particularly different among the others. She is never respectful or formal to Su Yang.
Unlike Willow Deity who considers herself a subordinate, she always goes straight and has no scruples.
Su Yang didn't mind this, but felt that such a presence was like a gust of wind in a boring day, occasionally ruffling the ends of his hair.
Dong Yong opened his eyes wide and stared at Ji Ziyue with shock on his face. "Senior, do you really mean what you said?"