Shock! The Evil Emperor actually pampered the entire cultivation world

Chapter 354 So, Who Am I?

After Zhu Jiu came, the promotion assessment ended in a tense atmosphere. In the end, only three people succeeded, and Song Yueqing was one of them.

Although his cultivation had improved due to chance, he had not accumulated enough experience and lacked practical combat experience, so it was still difficult for him to fight against Yu Zhiqing and the other two.

But it doesn’t matter, they still have a chance before they live to be a hundred years old.

In the subsequent encouragement session, Elder Luo symbolically asked Zhu Jiu if he had anything to say, and everyone's indescribably complicated gazes finally fixed on Zhu Jiu.

In fact, in this situation, the other party should not say anything according to his current status.

But Zhu Jiu stood up and walked to the edge of the stairs. His tall and slender green figure seemed a little shaky in the sudden wind.

The atmosphere was inexplicably solemn.

Zhu Jiu nodded slightly to Song Yueqing who was looking at her excitedly and proudly.

Facing many gazes, she asked the first question: "Is there anyone who is my believer?"

Everyone: "?"

This question obviously confused everyone; it was off-topic and strange.

But being strong means being willful. They only looked at each other for a moment before they responded in unison. The noisy sound echoed in the huge training ground, so thick that it was difficult to hear clearly.

Almost all kinds of compliments.

Zhu Jiu had a blank expression on his face, showing no joy or anger, and his passionate voice gradually died down.

She asked a second question: “Did anyone question me?”

Everyone was confused, shocked and terrified, and bowed their heads in denial.

After silence, Zhu Jiusan asked, "Is there anyone worshipping me?"

As soon as this question was asked, the confused crowd understood it immediately.

Chao, it turned out that Zhu Jiu was dissatisfied with the simple ceremony when he came out.

I heard that Jueya’s cultural assessment has added an item to the content of the assessment, which is to ask for Zhu Jiu’s portrait. I can’t believe that such a great immortal king is so vain.

They complained in their hearts, then knelt down respectfully, shouting, "Greetings to the Immortal Lord!"

The vast martial arts arena was filled with people kneeling down, just like the scene in the ancient murals where those ignorant humans were kneeling down to worship the sun god.

I just can’t see whether these humble faces also show the same utmost piety and fanatical faith.

The scene was quiet again. They were like puppets listening to the Holy Orders, reciting a thousand scripts in their minds. In short, they just praised, praising desperately.

Everyone held their breath and waited for Zhu Jiu's next question and instruction. How demanding would it be?

but.

"Then, who am I?" asked Zhu Jiusi.

Just like the last item of the magic test that everyone was treating as a formidable enemy, it turned out to be as simple as performing the most basic immobilization spell.

Everyone was caught off guard and stunned again.

At this moment, everyone inevitably thought of the truest answer in their heart.

But none of this mattered. They had to have only one answer. A powerful voice echoed in the air: "Greetings to the Immortal Lord Canglan!"

After the three audiences, the martial arts arena fell silent.

Zhu Jiu chuckled a few times with ambiguous meanings, and the crisp sound of wind chimes passed by the ears, bringing a ghostly coolness.

"Isn't I the Evil Emperor? I haven't seen you for a hundred years. Have you forgotten who I am?"

Everyone broke out in a cold sweat, fear spread in their hearts, and they were very afraid that the other party would suddenly attack and kill people.

Zhu Jiu, however, smiled carefreely and said, "It doesn't matter. Whether it's the Evil Emperor or the Immortal Lord Canglan, I am your unquestionable faith and the object of your pious worship."

When everyone heard this, they felt mixed emotions, and they didn't dare to raise their heads, and just said "Yes."

It’s ironic that although the Evil Emperor was powerful in his previous life, he was still hunted down by them.

In this life, I have escaped from my once narrow vision and finally developed a sense of awe.

Who is Zhu Jiu?

Is it the Evil Emperor or the Canglan Emperor?

Did all that deep-rooted hatred really not come from her as speculated?

Can they really accept such unsubstantiated statements with peace of mind and kneel down without hesitation against someone they are suspected of having a blood feud with?

Everyone knelt on the ground. Some people felt uncomfortable. Many tragically dead faces flashed through their minds. Some were close to them, and some were just acquaintances...

Faced with the now extremely powerful Zhu Jiu, who seems like a god in the underworld, the six sisters of Jueya who blindly protect each other, and the submissive righteousness, the unjust deaths and injustices of those people seemed to have to end on the day Zhu Jiu died a hundred years ago.

Anyway, the Evil Emperor is dead, isn't he?

Let all hatred be buried in yesterday.

Everyone was lost in thought on the ground for a long time, until they realized that there had been no sound for a long time. Then they were shocked to find that Zhu Jiu had already left. They stood up slightly listlessly, rubbed their sore knees, said goodbye and left.

The Indigo Sect Leader sat cross-legged on the flying spiritual weapon, feeling resentful and angry. He forced himself to swallow down the bitter water, his back bent, and he looked decadent and old.

He looked at the blue sky and saw only darkness.

Suddenly, the Indigo Sect Master's attention was attracted by a slightly yellowish paper.

The paper was like snowflakes falling from the sky, swaying left and right in the wind.

Paper falling from the sky? This is not nonsense.

The Indigo Sect Leader felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and he immediately stood up and retreated. He probed with his spiritual sense and saw the top five words without any obstruction.

The moment he saw it clearly, his pupils suddenly shrank and his face looked horrified.

……

After Song Yueqing received the true disciple's clothing and token in the Deacon Hall, he came out and saw a woman leaning on a branch of a flower tree in front of the hall, swinging her legs leisurely, and looking like she was about to fall asleep.

No one else passing by noticed anything unusual, only she saw it.

The man had a faint smile on his face and seemed to be in a good mood, completely different from the man who had just dominated everyone and made them kneel down in fear.

In fact, Song Yueqing didn’t quite understand why Zhu Jiu asked those four questions today.

The two people who had also been promoted to the true sect beside him saw Song Yueqing suddenly stop and turned around to ask, "What's wrong, Yueqing?"

They followed their line of sight toward the redbud tree but saw nothing.

Song Yueqing shook her head and said, "You guys go back first, I still have something to do."

After the two left, Song Yueqing walked under the tree and teased the bored Zhu Jiu, "The Immortal Lord went to the tree to take a rest. Did he get lost?"

Zhu Jiu tilted his head and looked over, and said in a soft voice with a nasal tone, "I'm lost."

"Where to go? Maybe I know."

Zhu Jiu's body slipped and it looked like he had fallen from a tree. Song Yueqing subconsciously reached out her hand, but saw that Zhu Jiu's body paused.

It turned out that she had hooked her feet on a tree branch, and she was hanging upside down on the branch, face to face with Song Yueqing.

Zhu Jiu cleared his throat and said, "May I ask how to get to the girl's heart?"

Song Yueqing: "..."

Her complexion was like the weather in June, changing from one thing to another. Finally, she said in a difficult and serious tone, "Zhu Jiu, you are so greasy."

"And it's a bit scary to say it upside down like this."

Zhu Jiu: “…”

This was her careful planning, and she got hurt a little.

"Okay." Zhu Jiu lightly jumped down from the tree branch and hooked his arm around Song Yueqing's shoulder. "Do you want to go to Xuezang Peak to play? We can also practice."

Song Yueqing's eyes lit up. The status of Xuezang Peak in the hearts of Jueya's disciples was almost like a holy place that could not be touched. It was top-notch in every aspect. In the past, it belonged to Zhu Jiu, and later to Mo Huaizun.

Who wouldn't want to go and see it?

"Didn't you say we would go there in the evening?"

"That was party time, now is private time." Zhu Jiu patted his chest and said, "Xuezang Peak, mine, understand?"

Song Yueqing: "..."

I felt a little subtle inside, and the strange little awkwardness suddenly disappeared.

Zhu Jiu thought for a moment and said, "After you are promoted to the True Transmission, you have to choose a mountain. Let's choose the vacant Bingwu Peak next to Xuezang Peak. It's close and the scenery is good."

Song Yueqing: “!!!”

"No, that mountain is too expensive!" She shook her head repeatedly.

Generally, mountains with unique environments require several times more spirit stone resources than other peaks to open up and maintain the operation of spirit gathering formations.

The spirit stones for true disciples were not blown away by the wind, and Jueya had no habit of supporting true disciples in luxury, so they had to fight for everything themselves.

Considering the cost-effectiveness, the area around Xuezang Peak is not the destination they would choose.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Jiu asked, "Just tell me whether you like it or not?"

"...100 million points."

"That's perfect. I also have 100 million spirit stones." Zhu Jiu smiled faintly, very generously, "I still have nowhere to spend it."

Thinking of how those brilliant elders from Jueya were generous to Zhu Jiu, giving him a minimum of 10 million high-quality spirit stones, Song Yueqing shed tears of envy from her mouth.

What is this? This means if you become rich and powerful, don’t forget your friends!

It’s no big deal to spend money on Zhu Jiu. It takes a real hero to let Zhu Jiu spend money on you!

"Sister, you will always be my sister." Song Yueqing hugged Zhu Jiu's arm with emotion, with stars shining in her eyes.

It’s true, my best friend suddenly became a world boss, and the feeling of being able to do whatever the law allows is a bit fascinating.

What's more, she used to be a hidden and shady supporter of Zhu Jiu, believing that Zhu Jiu was the great Canglan Emperor who was without fault.

Who understands when the object of worship shines into reality?

Song Yueqing brainstormed and finally came out of the depression and sadness of being deceived by "Yi Yuan".

The two chatted and laughed on the way to Xuezang Peak. Zhu Jiu checked Song Yueqing's body to make sure that there was no harm done to her by the cunning bastard "Yi Yuan".

Very good, the 4,000-word plot of vulgar betrayal, "One day in the future, Song Yueqing suddenly hits her in the gutter", was perfectly killed.

We will conduct another collective inspection of the group of disciples and elders in two days.

Zhu Jiu showed a confident smile, everything was within his calculations.

……

After the two arrived at Xuezang Peak, Song Yueqing experienced the feeling of... taking a shit in the spiritual energy that was like bath water.

She said dreamily, "No wonder everyone likes big sects and wants to be a true disciple. Who wouldn't like the feeling of being able to feel their spiritual power improve automatically no matter what they do?"

Zhu Jiu: “…”

She forced a smile. "Is that why you chose to poop first?"

"Most importantly, why do monks need to excrete?"

Song Yueqing explained convincingly, the gist of which was: respect personal hobbies.

Zhu Jiu: ...Okay.

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, she brewed a pot of tea and brought out some cakes.

The name of the tea is Thousand Mountains Muxue. When you take a sip, you will feel the loneliness and coldness of the winter snow on the mountains. It is very suitable for the occasion.

Zhu Jiu praised him generously and then asked Song Yueqing what he felt.

The latter smacked his lips, thought for a moment and said, "It's a bit astringent."

Zhu Jiu: “……?”

"I still feel a little disappointed." Song Yueqing asked excitedly, "Can I have some maltose?"

"..." Zhu Jiu nodded coldly, "It's up to you."

Goodbye to those who don’t understand tea.

Song Yueqing happily added two more pills and drank two cups of wine. She looked refreshed and gave a thumbs up, "It tastes good."

Zhu Jiu: “…”

If she takes out any tea to treat Song Yueqing again in the future, she will be a puppy.

Just pick up a handful of snow from the ground, boil it, add two candies and you're done.