Preparations

"Hello?"

Once Fang Zelin had finally walked away, Jiuchuan finally realized what was happening and hurriedly tried to call out to Fang Zelin.

But Fang Zelin had already gone far away and disappeared without a trace.

"That guy!"

Seeing this, Jiuchuan was immediately annoyed.

"My lord, what's wrong? Don't you want to be the emperor?"

The three women standing nearby also realized what was happening and looked at their husbands with some confusion.

Logically speaking, not many men could refuse the prospect of becoming emperor, right?

"It's only natural to think so."

Upon hearing this, Jiuchuan immediately nodded. Only after integrating into this world would he realize just how difficult it was to climb up.

Entering the scholar-official class was even more difficult.

Even in a Xiao Xiao place, a mere yamen runner can make you feel breathless. That's when you realize how important power is.

"Then why?" his wife asked, puzzled.

Just now, I saw that the other person looked very angry.

"That guy went off to cultivate immortality, leaving me with the job of an emperor. He's really not acting like a human being!"

Jiuchuan snorted, feeling that his friend was being somewhat inhuman.

Upon hearing this, Sanniang's lips twitched slightly, as if she wanted to say that the person might really have gone to become an immortal, just as you said, and was indeed no longer human.

"My lord, if you truly have this intention, we must go back and plan it out carefully. Today, I was fortunate enough to meet the immortal. After returning home, I will be able to persuade my family to support you."

At this moment, Jiuchuan's wife spoke with great determination.

Since it was an immortal who said so, then her husband was absolutely destined to become emperor.

Jiuchuan frowned slightly upon hearing this. "That's true, but didn't my friend just say that this is something we absolutely shouldn't talk about carelessly?"

His wife wanted to discuss the matter with the family so that they could support him.

If his wife's family is a Aristocratic Clan, it would be very important to have their support.

Even before the fall of the Great Jin Dynasty, these Aristocratic Clan had already existed for longer than the Great Jin Dynasty itself, and the power of these great clans was deeply entrenched.

If Jiuchuan could gain their support, becoming emperor would be much easier.

However, because of this, these Lineage have become a malignant tumor.

With the knowledge that Jiuchuan had acquired, he was naturally very clear about this.

If he were to truly become emperor, for the sake of the dynasty's stability, he would have to take some precautions against those Aristocratic Clan.

"What that immortal said was not to tell anyone that you are friends. However, you must tell others that you met the immortal. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a wasted meeting? Your claim to the throne would be illegitimate, and how can you expect the people of the world to believe in you?"

Jiuchuan's wife, being from the Aristocratic Clan family, analyzed the situation with great clarity and insight.

Jiuchuan listened and felt there was some truth to it, "But words alone are not enough, and I'm afraid your Lineage won't believe you."

Qiuyun glanced at the small bottle in the other person's hand, her eyes gleaming.

"Open this porcelain bottle and take a look. The wine bestowed by the immortal must be extraordinary. This is perhaps the key to gaining his trust."

Jiuchuan's words make sense; without any evidence, her family wouldn't believe it.

But if there is evidence, the Qiuyun Lineage will believe it.

Jiuchuan opened the stopper, wanting to see the fine wine.

The next moment, a rich aroma of wine slowly wafted out.

That fragrance was something I had never seen before in my life.

The group exchanged glances, immediately realizing that this fine wine was extraordinary.

Jiuchuan quickly plugged the stopper, fearing that the fragrance might attract something.

"Let's go back first and talk about it then."

Upon seeing this, Qiuyun immediately ordered someone to get into the carriage.

The group left in a hurry.

Fang Zelin rode the white deer back to Yingping Peak.

When Fang Zelin rode the white deer to the front of the mountain, he saw several figures standing on the river outside the Soul-Bewildering Formation.

Upon closer inspection, they were none other than Daoist Zhong and his group.

"I've been out for a while now, and I'm sorry to have kept you all waiting."

Upon seeing Daoist Priest Qingyun and the others, Fang Zelin quickly turned off the deer's back and then stepped forward to bow.

"Ah, we've come uninvited, so what's wrong with waiting a bit? Besides, you've gone to find that wise ruler; you have important business to attend to."

"Speaking of which, have you seen that wise ruler, fellow Daoist?"

Daoist Priest Qingyun flicked his whisk, made a Daoist bow, and then asked a question.

Fang Zelin nodded. "We've seen it now, so we can begin preparing for the prayers."

This prayer for blessings was extremely important, as it concerned the rise and fall of the Daoist Sect. Therefore, Daoist Zhong, Daoist Lü, and others all came to Yingping Peak together.

Just so we can see the results as soon as possible.

That would be best.

Upon seeing Fang Zelin, Daoist Priest Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief.

Divination is not always 100% accurate; the bigger the matter, the greater the variables.

He was also worried that Fang Zelin had not yet met that wise ruler.

"This is not the place to talk. Please come to my place of cultivation for a chat."

As he spoke, Fang Zelin stepped forward to lead the way.

After Daoist Priest Qingyun and the others responded, they followed behind Fang Zelin.

His gaze lingered on the white deer beside him for a moment, then he ignored it.

He's just a Demon Cultivator; there's nothing particularly noteworthy about him.

The fact that this demon was kept by Fellow Daoist Fang's side suggests that it must be of a kind nature.

Daoist Priest Qingyun and the others followed Fang Zelin through the Soul-Bewildering Formation, and when they saw Yingping Peak, there was a simple little wooden house.

The small rice paddies, the medicinal herb garden, the stream and the little bridge in the fields nearby all caught my eye, and I couldn't help but pause and stare.

This was somewhat different from what they had in mind about a place of cultivation, but upon closer reflection, it seemed to fit Fellow Daoist Fang's ideal place of cultivation.

"I didn't expect Fellow Daoist Fang's place of cultivation to be so simple."

Looking at the scene before him, Daoist Priest Qingyun felt a slight pang of emotion, and then said, "This place of cultivation should be seen and experienced by my disciples as well."

Compared to Fang Zelin's place, Jade Void Mountain can be considered to have superior conditions.

Fang Zelin smiled upon hearing this, "Jade Void Mountain is such a wonderful place, it's naturally the best for cultivation. Climbing to the top of the mountain allows one to know the height of the heavens, which is certainly beneficial for cultivation."

"As for my place here, it's simply because I quite like the scenery."

The Daoist priests standing nearby all smiled upon hearing this, saying, "Although this place looks rather simple, upon closer inspection, it has a unique charm."

As they spoke, Fang Zelin invited them to sit down, then turned and went back into the wooden house to take down the fine wine from the shelf.