The Rich Young Master's Hope

This is the Imperial Seal of the Great Qin Dynasty!

On the vast continent of the Great Qin, anyone who holds the Imperial Seal is a descendant of the Great Qin Dynasty.

Originally, the coldness that had been suppressed in her heart suddenly surged when she saw the Imperial Seal in her hand.

Instead, it was replaced by a deep sense of loss.

Fortunately, her hands were still warm.

"This..." "This is, Your Highness..."

Tang Mian took the opportunity to look at the Imperial Seal with curiosity.

"Elder Brother, you look quite pleased. It's not just about the money, is it? Your Highness..."

Xun Yu also asked casually, "The Imperial Seal looks really good."

"Cough cough!"

Tang Bohai coughed twice, and sternly reprimanded his foolish son.

He glanced at Li Xi, "You..."

Tang Bohai took a deep breath and quickly tidied up his clothes, a smile of relief appearing on his face.

"Since Young Master An is safe, then I can rest assured."

"If there are any troublesome matters in the future that require my help, the City Lord's mansion will find me."

"Understood. Thank you."

He walked away with light steps, his back not showing any fatigue.

Even his back was filled with a lingering charm of "Tang Mian."

"City Lord, you are too kind."

Tang Mian looked at Tang Bohai's retreating figure and smiled faintly.

Although the old man was a bit stubborn, today he could visit the military camp and see him in person, which was already a kind of comfort.

This kind of comfort was indeed recognized.

Alas, it was mutual exploitation, and he was wholeheartedly devoted.

"Elder Brother, you are too kind. This Imperial Seal is indeed the treasure of the Great Qin Dynasty, Your Highness..."

"Nonsense, what does that great personage look like? Is it particularly charming? Your Highness..."

The two young masters were talking happily, their mouths chattering non-stop.

Tang Mian took the Imperial Seal in his hand and looked at the familiar and yet distant phoenix pattern on it. He smiled slightly.

"Majestic, Your Highness..."

"Perhaps."

"It's not as good as he is."

In the Great Qin Dynasty, the phoenix was in distress.

The phoenix was beautiful, and Feng Cai wore a jade bracelet, which was exquisitely carved and meticulously crafted.

The Great Qin Dynasty.

The Imperial Seal was like a demon's tooth, stained with the blood of the founding emperor.

Over the years, the imperial court had exhausted all human and material resources, and used various methods, but had never found any trace of transformation.

Even many people believed that the Imperial Seal was just a useless piece of parchment.

But today, a six-year-old child actually obtained it.

The Golden Phoenix of the Great Qin.

The name was too heroic, and the heroic spirit was not like someone who had just come out.

"Young City Lord."

Feng Cai sat opposite him, her eyes flickering, and her voice was low.

"You actually believe that child's words? This old woman is a bit suspicious."

"A foolish child, alas, there are some small clevernesses, but he can't possibly know the secrets hidden in the imperial court's secret archives."

"Listen to me..." "It's useful, Your Highness..."

Feng Cai picked up the wine cup and looked at the scenery outside the window, which was flying by.

"My husband is not heavy or light."

"What's important is that it's a hope."

The ancient book was opened, and the ancient text was flipped through. The clues to explore the entire continent were sought. As long as this world truly has the "Golden Osmanthus Fragrance" that is famous, then it means that the young master has not lost his mind.

The old man's eyes flickered, and a trace of brilliance flashed in his eyes.

"Moreover, I believe the young master is a wise person."

"A wise person is the best at seizing opportunities."

"He has no foresight, no reason, and what he knows is what he knows. It's too much trouble to bump into these three things."

"If he really dares..."

The old man's voice suddenly changed, revealing a trace of unease.

"Then the entire universe will have no reason to exist."

The old man fell into deep thought again.

Only the heart, anxiously tapping the keyboard on the table, as if playing a mournful drum of fate.

The collected earth element was completely absorbed, and the old man's internal injuries had already begun to heal.

Since he had already given the universe a chance to be reborn, the rest depended on the old man's magic power.

Returning to the room, the young man's body had already recovered like a jade.

The vacation was over, and he had spent his time idly in the courtyard, but he had not been idle in his cultivation.

This year's cultivation was not slow. He had risen six levels the day before yesterday. Now his magic power had reached seven and a half levels.

The speed of cultivation was too fast. If he wanted to break through the ten-level barrier, he would need at least two and a half years, or even three years.

It's not a problem.

Height is a container, and magic power is water.

If the container is not big enough, no matter how much water there is, it will overflow.

He had been cultivating for twenty years, and he had only used his magic power and mental strength.

The "Two hundred and thirty-year lifespan" that the great elder, Young Master, had written was, in the eyes of the old man, a joke.

As long as the magic power and mental strength were strong enough, the two hundred-year lifespan would not be a problem. Otherwise, it was just a child's delusion.

If he cultivated to the peak, he might be able to live for eight hundred years, but the Ice Jade Scorpion was only a mythical beast. Six hundred years was already the limit.

There was no need to worry about that one hundred-year lifespan.

He said goodbye to the "Sacred Tree" in the Sacred Master's palace, as well as the scroll that was placed in the palace. The old man and the old servant embarked on the road of adventure together.

The sunset in the west cast a golden glow on the pavilion in the twilight.

Pushing open the door of the dilapidated pavilion, the old servant, Old Ke, sat on the futon.

"Little Ke."

Old Ke took out a small piece of paper from his hand, which was filled with dense writing.

"Why didn't you mention it? Father asked you to go back and get the egg!"

He was about to get up.

The old man strode forward, patted Old Ke's shoulder, and sat on the wooden board opposite him.

"Ke Master, I'm busy. I don't need it."

He took out a cloth bag from his clothes and placed it on the corner of the wooden board.

"Crack."

The wooden board cracked, and a trace of green smoke rose.

The wooden board fell heavily, and dust flew up.

Old Ke stopped, raised his old eyes, and looked at the cloth bag, wanting to open it.

Suddenly.

The golden light in the old man's eyes shone in the dim room.

As if he had been burned, he quickly withdrew, and his whole body stood on end, turning his water bottle upside down.

"This..." "This..."

His breathing became rapid, and his chest began to burn.

He had never seen so much green.

"Two thousand golden spirit herbs."

The old man's face was calm, but his eyes were not looking at the treasure, but at a pile of dirt.

"Little Ke... you... what did you put in this pile of dirt? You can't be..."

Old Ke's face was pale, and his first reaction was not surprise, but fear.

A child of six years old, how could he get so much green?

Unless he did something against heaven's will, or stole something from someone.

"Old man Kars, hurry up and put down the bowl!"

He picked up the bowl and took a slow sip.

"These are all things I've done in business. It's no wonder the City Lord's mansion is so rich."

Upon hearing the words "City Lord's mansion," Old Man Kars's expression flickered slightly, but he forced a smile and continued to lean against the table.

"Don't worry too much... You should go back and do your business. Or go to the Grand Tutor's mansion to be a guest..."