Half a month later, a Flying Boat from the front line slowly sailed into Blue Sea Country Imperial City.
Lan Shi'er nestled in the arms of Long Ya, looking sad and hollow in his eyes as he walked down Flying Boat supported by Long Ya.
Returning to his familiar yet unfamiliar Princess Residence, Lan Shi'er weakly ordered to the maid waiting respectfully at the door:
"I'm going to be in seclusion for three years. I won't see anyone for three years. No matter who comes, they will block it for me and say I won't see anyone."
Her voice was hoarse, full of exhaustion and sadness.
"Yes, Princess."
The maid noticed that Princess was in an abnormal mood and did not dare to ask any more questions. She bowed her head and bowed.
Lan Shi'er went straight back to his room, closed the heavy door with his backhand, and activated Barrier, the strongest isolation device in the room, completely cutting off internal and external sounds and exploration.
Long Ya followed her into the room. Seeing Lan Shi'er's devastated and grief-stricken appearance, his heart ached with pain. He stepped forward and comforted softly:
"Shi'er, don't be too sad. We have to look forward and practice hard so that we can avenge Jiang Ping An in the future!"
However, as soon as she finished speaking, Lan Shi'er quickly wiped away the tears on her face with the back of her hand, and stood up suddenly from her arms. There was no trace of sadness on her face. Instead, there was a sly and smart smile, and she said with a smile:
"Hehe, sister Long Ya, how are you? Is Shi'er's acting good? Even sister Long Ya, you didn't realize how smart you are!"
Long Ya's expression condensed, looking at the smile without haze on Lan Shi'er's face, her pupils shrank, and she seemed to realize something in an instant, her voice was uncertain:
"Could it be that... the assassination that day..."
"That's right!"
Lan Shi'er nodded vigorously, and the smile on his face became brighter, "Uncle is not dead! What was killed that day was just a Avatar that uncle condensed with a large amount of Origin! We were all acting before!"
With that said, Lan Shi'er thought and opened the entrance to the world inside his own body.
With a flash of light, the figures of Jiang Ping An, Tuanzi and Little Lion appeared intact in the room.
Seeing Jiang Ping An standing alive in front of him, Long Ya was stunned for a moment, and then a huge joy surged into his heart, but then, this joy turned into the anger of being deceived:
"You two disgusting guys! You actually worked together to lie to me for so long! You made me unable to eat or sleep these days, and I even shed many precious tears! No! I can't swallow this breath. I want to punch this man a few times to vent my anger!"
She originally thought that Jiang Ping An really died tragically, and she experienced tremendous grief and regret in her heart. She never imagined that this was actually a well-planned scam. She has been miserable these days!
Long Ya pulled the collar on his chest angrily, as if to calm down, then clenched his fists and rushed over to punch Jiang Ping An's calm face.
Seeing this, Lan Shi'er hurried forward and hugged Long Ya's waist from behind.
"Sister Long Ya, don't be impulsive! Although the uncle is not dead, the death of Avatar will have a huge backlash on the body! The uncle is still injured and very weak!"
Avatar is mainly divided into ordinary Energy Avatar, and Origin Avatar which contains Origin Divine Spark and Soul Power.
Origin Avatar has an extremely close connection with the main body. The more Soul Power and Origin are separated, the greater the damage will be to the overall Origin after death, and the stronger the backlash will be.
In severe cases, it may even cause permanent injuries, affecting Future's spiritual path.
In order to ensure the authenticity of "death", Jiang Ping An hid it from the detection of Sixth Level God King and everyone, and used Avatar to separate a considerable amount of his Origin power and Divine Soul Imprint, making his aura almost the same as the original body.
The complete annihilation of Avatar caused considerable shock and damage to his overall Origin.
If you want to completely repair this kind of Origin damage, you need to spend an extremely long time slowly warming it up, or taking extremely high-level healing medicine.
Long Ya heard that Jiang Ping An was injured because of this, and then he reluctantly suppressed the urge to beat him up immediately.
But he was still angry, staring at Jiang Ping An in confusion, and asked:
"Why do you do this? Deliberately fake your death? Just to get rid of those who are chasing you?"
"Yes."
Jiang Ping An nodded, with an imperceptible paleness on his face, "Being stared at day and night by a group of God King who are at least Sixth Level God King and may launch a fatal blow at any time. This feeling is very uncomfortable and seriously affects normal practice and life."
"But the most important thing is that it will affect the people around me, making Tuanzi, Little Lion, and Shi'er all fearful with me."
He glanced at Tuanzi, who was coiled around his wrist, obviously much more at ease than before, and Little Lion, who was lying on the ground, no longer always vigilant about his surroundings.
"In order to return to normal life in the future and stop making them unable to sleep soundly, I can only choose to fake death, Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell."
Long Ya rolled his eyes at him angrily, "Even so, you should have told me earlier! I've been made to suffer for so long because of Shi'er... and because of you!"
She was sincerely sad about her friend's "passing" for a long time.
Jiang Ping An showed a trace of apology on his face and responded sincerely:
"Sorry, Miss Long Ya, but acting is acting after all. The fewer people know about it, the fewer flaws there will be. Only by adding the most authentic and uninformed reactions can the whole scene be so seamless that no one can tell what is true or false."
He had to do this in order to deceive everyone.
Long Ya took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it, trying to calm down his complicated mood.
Most of her anger was gone, and she began to worry about Jiang Ping An's physical condition, "Then how is your body now? If Origin Divine Spark is seriously damaged, it is likely to affect your Future practice Talent, and then the gain outweighs the loss."
"It's not a big problem, just rest for a while."
Jiang Ping An said with relief, "Shi'er put away the pieces of my 'corpse' in time. I secretly used some special methods to barely recover some of the escaped Origin."
"Besides, I also have some special artifacts on my body that should be able to cure this Origin injury."
Of course, he had already made arrangements for Lan Shi'er to quickly pick up the pieces of the "corpse" in order to use Time Reversal's methods to recover as much damage as possible.
In addition, he also has a few drops of precious Essence Blood obtained from Demon Illusion Fairy.
Later, you can use "Heaven Mending Art" to strengthen Essence Blood, and use the powerful life and creation Rules contained in it to repair the damage to Origin. It should not be a problem.
The only price may be that it takes a large amount of rare resources to fully activate the heaven-defying Divine Art "Heaven Mending Art".
The Tuanzi wrapped around his wrist spat out the bright red snake letter and asked with concern:
"Master, how do you plan to live in the future? Are you going to stay like this and never show up?"
"Simple, just change the appearance and breath."
Jiang Ping An said, the bones in the body made a subtle crackling sound, and the facial muscles and contours also began to squirm and change.
In the blink of an eye, a handsome man who looked elegant and somewhat booklike appeared in front of everyone, completely different from the previous cold and white-haired image.
"My name is...Long Ping for now."
He gave himself a random pseudonym with the surname Dragon Family.
Long Ya looked at his new face, sighed and reminded:
"It's easy to change your appearance and name, but your fighting method is too unique. Unless you never use those iconic Divine Art again in your life, you won't be able to hide it for long."
The "Primordial True Martial Scripture" and "Hell of Illusory Suffering" mastered by this man are basically unique signatures. As long as they are used in battle, their identities will be exposed immediately.
Jiang Ping An shrugged nonchalantly, "It can be hidden for a day, but when it comes to being discovered, the big deal... ahem... the worst case is faking death again..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned pale, coughed violently, and a stream of bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
What was even more shocking was that between his eyebrows, the black and white flame mark representing his Origin Divine Spark appeared uncontrollably. Several tiny cracks suddenly appeared on the flame mark, and the light became flickering.
"Uncle!"
"Master!"
Seeing his appearance, Lan Shi'er and Tuanzi exclaimed at the same time, their faces full of worry.
Even Little Lion, who had been expressionless next to him, raised his head, with a bit of human worry in his eyes.
"It doesn't matter, you can heal if you turn around."
Jiang Ping An waved his hand, indicating that they don't have to worry, and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth:
"Next, we will settle down in this imperial city, Little Lion and Tuanzi, and temporarily live with Long Ya and Shi'er."
He turned to look at Long Ya and arranged. "Take me into your body Small World, then take me outside Princess Residence, find a place where there is no one, let me out, and I will live alone outside."
In order to prevent the secret of suspended animation from being discovered, he must not live with Lan Shi'er and the others. Otherwise, once the connection is discovered, all previous efforts will be in vain.
After several people discussed some details and contact information in a low voice, Long Ya followed the instructions and took Jiang Ping An into the world inside his own body, and then walked out of Princess Residence with a normal expression.
She walked around to a quiet, deserted corner at the back of the mansion, scanned Divine Sense to make sure there was no one around, and then released Jiang Ping An again.
"Okay, from now on, your external identity is my long-lost biological brother who I only recognized recently!"
Long Ya patted Jiang Ping An on the shoulder, deliberately assigning him a seniority lower than his own, with a hint of vindictive pride.
Jiang Ping An shook his head helplessly, "Your identity is quite conspicuous in the Imperial City. Others know your background to some extent. If you suddenly have a younger brother who has never heard of it, even a fool will think there is something wrong."
"Oh, whatever, there has to be an explanation."
Long Ya waved his hand, "No more, please be careful. If you have any questions, please contact Sound Transmission Talisman."
Jiang Ping An nodded. He urgently needed to find a quiet place to heal his wounds. "I'm leaving first."
He turned and merged into the flow of people on the street.
Walking on the busy and noisy streets of the Imperial City, looking at the busy traffic and people coming and going, Jiang Ping An looked a little dazed.
This place is completely different from the tense, chilling atmosphere on the front line, where a battle may break out at any time.
Most of the pedestrians on the street have relaxed smiles on their faces, children are chasing and playing, and vendors are shouting enthusiastically. There is no trace of the tension and worries about the distant war.
Of course, the eye-catching recruitment notices posted on the walls of the street and the occasional guard patrol prove that the people here are not unaware that a tragic war is breaking out on the front line.
It's just that the cloud of war seems not to have completely enveloped this prosperous imperial city.
In the imperial city, gods can be seen everywhere, and even God King level experts are not rare.
All kinds of grotesque divine pets and beasts either follow their owners or pace leisurely alone. Passers-by take it for granted and don't pay much attention to it.
What surprised Jiang Ping An even more was that when passing by a specially designated stall area, he even saw several God King level experts setting up stalls.
Just like ordinary vendors, they spread a piece of cloth on the ground, place some items, and quietly wait for customers to come to the door, which looks very magical.
A God King-level existence is a mainstay in any force. He is treated extremely well and is respected by everyone.
If it is in some small places, it is even more like a local emperor. It is impossible to lose face to do such things as setting up a stall.
But here, all this seems so normal, as if it is taken for granted.
When Jiang Ping An walked slowly past a God King stall, his footsteps suddenly stopped uncontrollably.
His eyes were attracted by an object in the corner of the stall.
It was a humanoid object that was dark golden in color and only the size of an adult's palm.
This little golden figure has no specific facial features carved out, only a rough human-shaped outline. The surface is covered with fine cracks and will break apart at any time. One of its legs is completely broken off and is missing.
As a highly accomplished Refining Master, Jiang Ping An could tell at a glance that this little golden man was no ordinary ornament, but a special puppet.
The Way of the Puppet, whose body is forged by Refining Master, is deeply integrated with formations, Divine Runes, and even involves a trace of the use of Soul Imprint. It is a method of its own and very mysterious.
Judging from the weak fluctuations emitted by the villain's body Divine Runes, when it was intact, it should be a combat puppet with the combat level of First Level God King.
In the professional puppet world, this is considered a very high-end puppet and is worth a lot of money.
The stall owner, God King, was holding a branch that exuded a strange fragrance in his mouth, and was sleeping with half-closed eyes.
Realizing that Jiang Ping An's gaze was lingering on his stall, especially when it fell on the broken golden figure, he immediately opened his eyes, put on a warm smile on his face, and took the initiative to say:
"This brother has a sharp eye! Does he have research on puppets? Then you are in luck today!"
He pointed at the little golden man and said in an exaggerated tone, "This is a masterpiece left over from the ancient times when puppetry was at its peak - [Golden Puppet]! There are very few complete pieces that have been handed down to this day, very rare!"
"Although this puppet is broken now and looks tattered, most of its core components and Divine Runes are intact! If you buy it back and study it carefully, you will definitely be able to deduce a lot of the essence of ancient puppet knowledge and the lost structure of Divine Runes!"
"I think brother, you are destined to this thing, so I can sell it to you cheaper! Only three hundred Spirit King Pill! How about it, is it interesting?"