One Leaves, Another Arrives on His Heels

Zhang Xuezhou indeed very young.

He has forgotten the art of aging that he had learned.

Although his body could barely maintain its height, his face had collapsed.

If a fitting description is needed, Zhang Xuezhou feels that a 1.8-meter-tall primary school student perfectly describes his current situation.

He was a little unsure how long he had been trapped in the Great Heavenly Evolution Boundless Formation. Zhang Xuezhou didn't ask the Jade Emperor, lest he end up playing guessing games with him and get himself caught up in the mystery.

Without knowing the exact time, it's impossible to determine whether the great god of Kunlun caught up with the Immortal Court.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't dare to flaunt his mask and the divine robes he was granted the seal of authority. As he walked out of the Lingxiao Palace through the clouds, he observed for a few seconds before heading towards Wang Shan, who was sitting in the pavilion outside the main hall.

"Brother Wang, do you have any spare clothes that I could borrow?"

"Uh, Zhang Shengzi?"

Wang Shan was the leader of the minor immortals guarding the Lingxiao Palace. He not only had a pavilion to rest in outside the palace, but his residence was also very close by.

When Wang Shan heard that Zhang Xuezhou wanted to borrow a set of clothes, he didn't understand Zhang Xuezhou's idea for a moment.

But he hadn't thought it through, and he agreed very readily, after all, it wasn't a big deal.

"Zhang Shengzi, your voice sounds a little strange?"

If it weren't for the extremely conspicuous golden robe Zhang Xuezhou was wearing, Wang Shan would have suspected that someone else was behind the mask.

Compared to when Zhang Xuezhou arrived, the two were not only different in their breathing and walking posture, but even their voices were noticeably different.

"I had a very tragic childhood!"

"Well?"

"When I was a child, I encountered an evil spirit that caused my body to maldevelop. I can only maintain my appearance and voice through Technique Method, but now that the Technique Method can no longer be sustained, I've become like this!"

In Wang Shan's private room, Zhang Xuezhou took a set of coarse cloth robes, removed the golden mask, and touched his own face.

As the divine robes that had been bestowed upon him shrank and fell away, Zhang Xuezhou's pale body was revealed.

"You... you're having an even worse time than me!"

Zhang Xuezhou changed his clothes without any hesitation. Wang Shan glanced at Zhang Xuezhou's uncoordinated face and body, and then compared it with his own body. He finally concluded that everyone had their own unspeakable difficulties.

Wang Shan had previously envied Zhang Xuezhou, but after comparing them, he suddenly felt much more at ease.

Without the cultivation and status of a holy son, Wang Shan felt that someone like Zhang Xuezhou wouldn't be able to find a partner even in their village.

"Thank you for the clothes. By the way, I was having such a long talk with His Majesty the Jade Emperor that I lost track of time. I don't know how much time has passed since I entered the palace?"

Zhang Xuezhou tightened the rope around his waist, then casually asked another question.

"From the moment you entered the Lingxiao Palace, twenty-seven hours and two quarters have passed!"

Wang Shan quickly counted on his fingers.

Zhang Xuezhou's casual question touched on Wang Shan's expertise. As a professional goalkeeper, being able to fight is the primary requirement, and being familiar with directions, times, and travel arrangements are also essential goalkeeping skills.

Whenever any powerful spirit asked a question, Wang Shan and his companions would provide a perfect answer.

"By the way, Zhang Shengzi, what did you use to block my villainous appearance?"

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou turn to leave, Wang Shan suddenly remembered something and quickly asked a question.

"The Great Celestial Venerable said that as long as I enter the form of a madman, even the most powerful cultivators will fear me. I still don't understand how I was defeated," Wang Shan explained.

"The wind cave is too dark; you've turned in the wrong direction!"

"I shouldn't have fired the wrong way. I feel like I definitely hit it. Could it be that I really missed? Come to think of it, Vishnu's disciple is so despicable, actually poisoning someone in a windy place. That must have confused my mind..."

Zhang Xuezhou's response made Wang Shan begin to doubt himself, and he ultimately blamed Vishnu.

"Whoa!"

The rushing carriage interrupted Wang Shan's anxieties and resentment. He hadn't received any collective benefits, nor had he managed to defeat the Kunlun Holy Son with his personal bravery, let alone demand what he wanted like Zhang Xuezhou.

Watching Zhang Xuezhou depart, he went to his post in the pavilion to continue his duty. In the distance, he saw a celestial horse galloping in a carriage. It was only when it rushed into the entrance of Lingxiao Palace that he pulled on the reins to rein in the horse.

Who dares to trespass into the Lingxiao Palace?

The arriving cultivators had clearly overstepped the established rules of the Immortal Court.

Let alone the fact that the other party is not a big shot in the Three Realms, even if the leader of the Western Sect came to the Lingxiao Palace, he would walk slowly instead of rushing and clashing.

Wang Shan shouted and jumped out, then gestured to the four guardian heavenly soldiers in the east, west, south, and north.

"I am Song Qiong, a subordinate of the Emperor, and I have come to the Immortal Court to meet His Majesty the Jade Emperor on the Emperor's orders!"

A sharp sound rang out from inside the carriage of the celestial horse mount, and a large-headed cultivator with sharp horns jumped down from the carriage.

"Send to Qiongshi?"

Wang Shan felt that the name was unlucky.

He's poor enough already; he doesn't want to see any of these kinds of "god-like" titles.

For example, when the Immortal Court conferred titles upon great immortals, it didn't have such unpleasant names.

This also made him understand why the other party would rashly drive here. The great god of Kunlun kept his doors closed and was completely unaware of some of the unspoken rules that the Immortal Court had formed over the past thousand years.

"I have already ordered the celestial soldiers to quickly enter the palace and consult His Majesty. Please wait a moment, Great Deity. May I ask what important matter brings you to the Immortal Court?"

Wang Shan chuckled dryly and spoke, trying to buy as much time as possible and avoid keeping the other party waiting there.

He reached out to invite the strangely large-headed, thin-bodied deity inside, and for a moment couldn't help but wonder if the person who sent away poverty had also had a very tragic childhood, which might have led to stunted growth.

"We in Kunlun have encountered thieves. The Emperor was furious and wrote a decree ordering me to deliver it to the Immortal Court, hoping that the Immortal Court could coordinate with Kunlun to capture the thieves," said Song Qiong.

"Such a thing is true?" Wang Shan exclaimed in surprise. "I wonder what Kunlun has lost?"

"That thief stole our Kunlun's core secrets," said Song Qiong.

"Top secrets?"

He stole the Kunlun Elixir of Immortality!

"The name 'elixir of immortality' sounds very precious!"

"He stole our Holy Son's Heavenly Robe while he was resting, and then sneaked into the Kunlun Inner Treasury. Look at this thief's appearance!"

The poor man unfolded a scroll of portraits.

Zhang Xuezhou, dressed in the robes of the bestowed seal, immediately came into view.

In addition to the image of the face being covered, it also involves the normal appearance after the mask is removed.

"This person is impersonating the Holy Son. He is skilled at changing his name. He used the name Zhang Xuezhou in Kunlun and often uses names such as Dongfang Shuo to swindle people," said Song Qiong Shi.

"Impersonating the Holy Son?"

Wang Shan carefully examined the portrait and compared it repeatedly, only to find that it had absolutely no relation to the Kunlun Holy Son who had just left.

As a young immortal of this era, Wang Shan didn't know much about Kunlun and was unaware of the Kunlun Elixir of Immortality.

He had no choice but to keep agreeing with the idea of sending the poor man to school.

"The thief actually stole from Kunlun's inner treasury! This is incredible!" Wang Shan thought for a moment and then agreed.

"We must bring him to justice!" Song Qiong said, shaking his large head. "Now, Kunlun has dispatched envoys from all directions to hang this villain's portrait everywhere. We hope the Immortal Court can sincerely join hands to capture him!"

"What we Immortal Court hates most is thieves," Wang Shan said. "If any great deity were to inquire around, they would know that we despise thieves to the point of grinding our teeth. This matter should be easy to discuss!"

"Real?"

"It must be true. I heard Lord Wu Geng cursing thieves for a full quarter of an hour yesterday. He hates thieves as much as the heavens, and he also hates all cultivators who are thieves!"

"Hahaha!"

Song Qiong revealed an ugly smile.

Following the centennial celebration, Kunlun and the Immortal Court began formal contact. When he arrived, he was somewhat worried that the Immortal Court would not obey orders and would be difficult to cooperate with. However, after talking with the gatekeeper for a while, Song Qiong felt that the Immortal Court's immortals were of very high quality.

Things would be much easier if everyone hated the thieves.