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Extremely uneasy.

Always feel that later on he might bring big trouble to himself.

"Issue the decree to withdraw the 300,000 troops from Youzhou back to the capital."

Jingtai said solemnly.

The great battle is over, stationing troops in Youzhou is no longer useful and will only make Wei Jinfeng more uneasy. It is better to bring them back sooner.

"Yes."

"I am tired, you may leave. Tonight, I will go to the Stargazing Tower."

"Yes."

...

...

In front of Wudang Mountain.

The exclusive royal chariot of the King of Beiliang hovered in the void, Wei Jinfeng gazed at the majestic Immortal Mountain before him and nodded slightly. He had visited Wudang Mountain many times, but each time he was astonished by the profound foundation of Wudang Mountain.

A dynasty of a hundred years, an immortal sect of a thousand years.

Not without reason.

Apart from the Great Xia Dynasty founded by the Martial Emperor, which could last a thousand years, no other dynasty could reach this level. Even the strong Great Chu lasted only eight hundred years.

Ripples appeared in the void, Song Yingqiao, the head of the Wudang Seven Sons, slowly appeared and saluted Wei Jinfeng:

"Your Highness."

"Fellow Daoist."

Faced with a peer of the same level, Wei Jinfeng wouldn't put on airs, besides, Wudang Mountain was also a strategic ally of his, relying on Wudang Mountain's strength to get through several crises.

Their relationship was quite good.

"Chen Yuan, indeed valued highly by Your Highness, even escorted personally by royal chariot." Looking at the sleeping Chen Yuan inside the chariot, Song Yingqiao smiled lightly.

He was somewhat surprised.

He knew about the injuries Wei Jinfeng suffered in the previous great battle, which couldn't possibly heal in just a few months. Yet he was still escorting personally.

Indeed highly valued.

"Chen Yuan has done too much for Liangzhou and the Central Plains, it's right and proper for me to personally escort him," Wei Jinfeng replied.

He had heard that Chen Yuan had many enemies, and in the previous Liangzhou City battle, it was he who shattered the Northern Barbarians' plot. It's inevitable that someone would take this opportunity to make a move.

It was safer for him to act personally.

Although injured, he was after all at the peak of the Yang God, ranked fourth on the Heavenly List, and there were not many under heaven who could be considered his match.

Even if someone had ill intentions, they would have to suppress it.

He just wanted Chen Yuan alive, simple as that.

Song Yingqiao nodded slightly, exchanged pleasantries for a few moments, then, with a thought, lifted the barrier surrounding Wudang Mountain, inviting Wei Jinfeng to enter the mountain for a talk.

"Can that one really save Chen Yuan?"

Wei Jinfeng remained skeptical about this.

Although that one was slightly stronger than him, after all, he had not surpassed the 'Yang Transformation' realm. Even Wei Jinfeng was at a loss, and he feared the other would find it difficult too.

And this time he came essentially holding the attitude of giving it a try, thinking the profound foundation of the Wudang Immortal Sect might contain some Spiritual Objects or Immortal Elixirs useful to Chen Yuan.

"The Old Heavenly Master said he could." Song Yingqiao smiled, revealing no further details.

The news of the Old Heavenly Master breaking through to the Six Realms was known only to a few high-ranking members of the Wudang Immortal Sect. Even though they trusted Wei Jinfeng's character, they would never leak this information.

"That's good then."

With Chen Yuan, Song Yuanqiao and Wei Jinfeng stopped halfway up the mountain, where Song Yuanqiao turned to Wei Jinfeng and said:

"Your Highness, the Old Heavenly Master is not available to see people now, please forgive us."

With Wei Jinfeng's level of cultivation, he would definitely be able to see the change if he saw the Old Heavenly Master in person, as the Six Realms and Yang Transformation were completely different.

Wei Jinfeng paused, took a deep look at Song Yingqiao, was silent for a few moments, then nodded:

"In that case, I will wait here midway up the mountain."

"We ask for Your Highness's forgiveness."

"It's alright, as long as Chen Yuan is safe and sound."

Wei Jinfeng waved it off indifferently.

Chen Yuan had immense gratitude to him and Liangzhou, he couldn't die.

He was also Xiang Qianqiu's only son, with plans laid upon him, he definitely couldn't die.

If he died, he fully expected Xiang Qianqiu would go mad.

What was unexpected was that Chen Yuan had been in a coma at death's door for more than ten days, yet the other party was still able to hold off without seeking him, truly surprising.

"As you say, Your Highness." Song Yingqiao smiled, and after speaking, he directly used primordial energy to drive the royal chariot towards the peak of the mountain.

In no time, he reached the forbidden area of Wudang Mountain.

Everything was still as usual.

A True Martial Hall, and nothing else.

"Old Heavenly Master, Chen Yuan has been brought here."

Facing into the void, Song Yingqiao bowed.

Ripples appeared in the void, a portal emerged, and the royal chariot that Chen Yuan was seated in automatically hovered in mid-air, the Old Heavenly Master's voice slowly emanating:

"Hm, you are excused."

"Disciple takes his leave."

Song Yingqiao nodded and turned to leave into the air.

He was not a disciple of the Old Heavenly Master, not even among the Everything Real Seven Sons, but considering the Old Heavenly Master's high seniority, akin to a grand-uncle in the sect, calling himself a disciple was fair.

Once Song Yingqiao had completely gone.

From that portal, a dignified old man with gray hair and beard slowly walked out.

The old man wore a purple Daoist robe adorned with mysterious patterns, not tall in stature, quite ordinary in appearance, yet such an unassuming elder demanded not a trace of underestimation.

For he was an earth-bound immortal.

Just that simple.

"Moluo Daoist, show yourself."

The Old Heavenly Master spoke softly.

As his words fell, light emanated from the Emperor Slaughter Saber beside Chen Yuan inside the chariot, and the figure of the white-clothed Mora slowly emerged, clasping his hands together and saluting the Old Heavenly Master: