Chapter 447 We can only hope... Your Highness will return soon. (In a daze)
A pair of light blue cloth shoes came into view.
The Daoist priest was already in front of him, looking down at him with a sinister smile.
The next moment.
He lifted his foot, about to step down.
hold head high--!!!
A dragon's roar suddenly arose.
A silver dragon roared out from the end of the long street and swallowed the Daoist's figure whole.
The once arrogant Daoist in green robes was forced back several feet by this attack, and he managed to regain his footing in a somewhat disheveled state.
Before he could even react.
The sound of their synchronized footsteps, like muffled thunder rolling across the ground, shook the long street.
A large number of figures dressed in black with red stripes surged out from the street corner like a black tide, and in the blink of an eye, they had surrounded the area.
And in that crowd.
A young man dressed in Gold Robe slowly stepped into this place.
I saw this figure.
The Daoist finally lowered his shoulders, his internal True Qi surging.
A fleeting, illusory mountain silhouette appeared behind them.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and asked softly, "And who are you?"
When questioned.
The young man remained expressionless. The silver dragon transformed into a Pale White Longsword, flying back to his side and swirling around him.
" You Wujiang, Gold-Robed Inspector from the Demon Suppression Division of the Great Tang Demon Suppression Bureau."
In the end.
He slightly raised his hand, and the longsword hummed.
"A dignified Mountain-Viewing Martial Venerable of Guanshan, yet he bullies a few commoners in this marketplace. It's beneath his dignity. If you'd like to spar with someone, I, You, would be willing to exchange a few blows with you?"
Upon hearing this, the Daoist remained silent for a moment.
Although they held this land of the Great Tang in contempt, the strongest person stationed here was at most the Martial Saint Lamp-Lighting Lamp.
But if nothing else happened, he really didn't want to completely break ties with the Great Tang.
After all, he had traveled thousands of miles to this barren land for the fortuitous opportunity of his impending birth, not to fight to the death with these local bullies.
Moreover, the opponent is also at the Mountain-Viewing Realm. Although he looks like he has only just entered the Mountain-Viewing, he would be quite troublesome if a fight were to break out.
Thinking of this...
The Daoist's tense body slowly relaxed, and his aggressive aura receded like the tide.
He said with a forced smile, "So it's Lord You... I was just seeing that this young man has good Root Bone, and I was itching to offer some pointers. Since Lord You has put it that way..."
With a flick of his sleeve, he turned to leave without even glancing at the crowd again.
"I have other important matters to attend to, so I won't linger here any longer."
Several demon -Lieutenant General officers, clad in scarlet cloaks, all wore grim expressions.
He caused trouble in the Great Tang Capital City for no reason, injured someone, and then just wants to leave with a casual remark?
Do they really think their Great Tang was made of clay?
Several people subconsciously looked towards You Wujiang, their eyes still holding a glimmer of hope.
"..."
But then he lowered his eyes in disappointment.
Feeling the burning, then turning icy gazes of the men beside him, You Wujiang's lips twitched slightly, but he still helplessly lowered his hand.
The endlessly swirling, Pale White Longsword let out a mournful cry and flew back to its scabbard on his back.
"Take the injured to the hospital and comfort them properly."
You Wujiang turned away, no longer looking at the crowd behind him, and left alone in dejection.
Until they reached a deserted place.
Only then did his tired expression become apparent.
This was a realm he had always dreamed of reaching.
I once thought...
Once you step into the Mountain-Viewing Realm, you can protect more people.
But now, overnight, too many martial artists and cultivators of unknown origin have flooded into Chang'an City.
So, was that person's brazen behavior really just because he was the Martial Venerable of Mountain-Viewing?
I remember when this person first came to Chang'an, he was following behind a Tower-Ascending Martial Immortal!
The Mountain-Viewing is really nothing compared to the current situation in Chang'an.
Inside the Demon Suppression General Bureau.
The oppressive atmosphere was even worse than on the long street outside.
You Wujiang walked silently through the corridor, and all he saw along the way were people from the Demon Suppression Bureau, hurrying along and looking indignant.
"Another one! Just for glancing at someone, someone gouged out their eyes!"
"What's so bad about that? I heard that yesterday, even Tower-Ascending Martial Immortal ascended to the highest level got into a conflict at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion. If it weren't for..."
Before he could finish speaking...
A sharp-eyed Demon Suppression Guard spotted him and quickly jogged forward, bowing and saying, "Lord You, Deputy Commander Zhao requests your presence."
You Wujiang nodded slightly, said nothing, and walked straight towards the inner hall.
They then entered the inner hall.
The old man sitting in the hall looked exhausted, with sunken eyes, as if he hadn't slept for several days.
Upon seeing him enter, Zhao Zhongliu merely lifted his eyelids weakly.
" Wujiang, you've come."
You Wujiang finally couldn't hold back any longer and stepped forward, asking in a deep voice, "Elder Zhao... just who are these people? Why is the imperial court so lenient with them?"
Upon hearing this...
Zhao Zhongliu gave a wry smile, rubbed his throbbing temples, and slowly stood up.
It started a few days ago.
Large numbers of cultivators and martial artists emerged from some unknown corner and surged into Chang'an City.
They would often Lamp-Lighting Mountain-Viewing, and there were even Tower-Ascending Martial Immortal.
These people had all sorts of backgrounds and origins, and there wasn't even a trace of them in the records of the Demon Suppression Bureau.
If it weren't for the appearance of the Wu Shisan True Person of Xuanzhen Grotto-Heaven the day before yesterday, the sky over Chang'an City would probably have been turned upside down by this group of ferocious dragons River Crossing long ago.
Zhao Zhongliu sighed deeply and said irritably, "You ask me? Who am I supposed to ask?"
"All I know is that these people seem to have all rushed here because something happened in the Great Tang, but I have absolutely no idea what the reason is..."
Upon hearing this...
You Wujiang felt helpless.
This group of people has always been arrogant and haughty, constantly referring to the Great Tang as a remote and impoverished place... If it were truly a remote and impoverished place, what could possibly be there that would warrant such a large-scale attack from them?
But judging from the old man's expression, he didn't seem to be faking it... he probably really didn't know.
Asking more questions won't help.
He composed himself and stopped thinking about those unsolvable problems.
He nodded, said no more, and got down to business.
"Old Zhao, what brings you here?"
Zhao Zhongliu sighed and stood up from his chair.
"The situation in the city is no Non-Self something we can easily suppress."
He paced back and forth, his voice growing increasingly heavy. "Right His Majesty, His Majesty is only protected by the Lamp-Lighting High Ancestor, and Commander Bai is in seclusion healing his injuries, so he won't be out for a while."
"No matter how chaotic Chang'an City is, His Majesty's safety must not be compromised in the slightest."
He turned around and looked at You Wujiang.
"Now that you've entered Mountain-Viewing, although you're still lacking in experience, this is all the foundation our Great Tang has left."
"From today onwards, you will go to the Imperial City to take up your duties. Don't concern yourself with these messy affairs outside anymore. I will take care of things outside."
Upon hearing this, You Wujiang became anxious and couldn't help but say, "But the Demon Suppression Bureau is already short-handed. If I leave too, how can you alone... suppress all these demons and monsters in the city?"
Upon hearing this, the old man scoffed, his face full of self-mockery.
"Even if we add a few more Mountain-Viewing statues, what use will it have to the situation in Chang'an?"
He waved his hand, looking dejected.
Go ahead.
"Now, all we can hope for is that Your Highness will return soon..."