The Immortal Seeker: Legend of Bronze Mirror

China, the center of the world.

While Fu Xuan's heart was in turmoil, it didn't prevent him from finding Su Lianqing, or more accurately, finding "Xu Qing" once more.

"He's here," Xu Qing pointed at a young man who appeared idiotic.

Fu Xuan was initially shocked and furious, then he walked to the side of the foolish young man, gazed deeply, took his pulse, and finally sighed longingly at the sky.

An inexplicable sense of melancholy filled his chest.

He really wanted to curse that wretched heaven.

Why is it so unfair?

"Even if one is the reincarnation of a Ghost Immortal, after several cycles of reincarnation, they will also become ordinary. Grandmaster Murong was a person of the grassland, reborn in Central Earth, and must endure some tribulations," Xu Qing comforted.

Reincarnation, after all, was something he couldn't understand.

It's best not to enter it at all.

A hundred years ago, what a hero Grandmaster Murong was, and a hundred years later, his reincarnated self is a foolish young man.

Fate is like this; once it happens, we can only accept it, and then strive to change it.

If change is impossible, we must resign to it.

"What about his parents in this lifetime?"

"His parents are a collateral branch of the Gu family in Yingtian, and he is a bastard child."

"So how did he become foolish?"

"You can see that it's innate, so don't think about avenging anyone, it's all fate," Xu Qing advised.

His words were worth a thousand pieces of gold.

Otherwise, the entire Gu family in Yingtian would suffer the revenge of a Martial Saint, a result too dreadful to contemplate.

Ha ha!

Fu Xuan lamented, "It's all that Black Mountain old demon's fault."

Grandmaster Murong once crossed paths with the Black Mountain old demon and was severely injured.

Fu Xuan believed this had something to do with the Black Mountain old demon.

In everything, an excuse must be found to ease the heart.

Fu Xuan was no exception.

"And you don't dare to take revenge on the Black Mountain old demon either," Xu Qing hit the nail on the head.

Fu Xuan's face darkened, "If I hadn't intervened, could you still be here flaunting your mysticism?"

"Did I ask for your help?" Xu Qing shot back.

Fu Xuan almost slapped him but restrained himself. He knew he couldn't kill the current "Xu Qing."

This thing had become an utterly disgusting "filthy mess."

Don't get angry, don't get angry, anger shortens one's life!

Fu Xuan comforted himself.

He changed the subject, "Your hideout's in trouble."

"I already have arrangements."

Fu Xuan had a guess in his heart, it seemed the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint truly didn't succeed.

The old man was really useless.

The fact that Xu Qing could still negotiate with him was enough to explain everything.

The question was, what was that aura of a Martial Saint belonging to him?

Fu Xuan was somewhat "terrified."

It should be his overthinking.

Xu Qing asked again, "Where do you plan to make your move?"

Fu Xuan's eyes sharpened, "Why are you asking about this? If you want to oppose us, the cost might be more than you can bear."

Of course, he knew Xu Qing's interests might not align with the Emperor's.

The key was that Xu Qing's current state was quite delicate.

So Fu Xuan hadn't given up on the idea of assassinating the Emperor.

No matter what, if chaos erupted in the Great Yu Dynasty, it would definitely be beneficial.

The sad thing was, he still had to deal with the Emperor's trusted ministers.

If the old Emperor knew, he'd probably be even more sorrowful.

Xu Qing: "I can only advise you to look after yourselves."

Fu Xuan: "There's no need for your concern."

He picked up the foolish young man and disappeared from Su Lianqing's courtyard.

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In the dream, Su Lianqing saw the young master again.

"You heard everything just now."

"What are the young master's plans?"

"The Emperor using himself as bait was actually orchestrated by me, but now there are some variables, namely that the Emperor probably knows my current state."

"So how does the young master exist now?"

"I can't explain it well, and there's no need for you to understand." Xu Qing sighed softly.

He had always guessed that the old Emperor had a terrifying secret force around him.

Previously, the Temple Master of Chaotian said the old Emperor wasted a lot of alchemy materials.

Xu Qing initially believed it.

However, he uncovered some clues, and now he became a Heavenly Demon, able to enter the dreams of familiar people, further confirming this point.

"Shadow Guard."

The old Emperor's alchemy materials were not wasted, but used to cultivate his private force.

With the resources of the Imperial Family, selecting good seedlings from the Embroidered Guard and Inner Factory to train a batch of exceptional cultivators was definitely achievable.

The old ancestor of the eunuchs in the Imperial Palace was the main person responsible for this affair.

The reason Xu Qing could validate this was because he ventured into the dream of the young eunuch Zhang Kun in the Longevity Palace.

This young eunuch was very grateful for Xu Qing's kindness and received the favor of the old ancestor of the eunuchs; he's now a member of the Shadow Guard.

The organization's discipline of the Shadow Guard is very strict, and normally the young eunuch wouldn't reveal this secret, but Xu Qing could enter his dreams.

The most formidable aspect of the Shadow Guard is that they can set up the Zhenwu Seven Killings Array.

This is like another version of the Heavenly Gang Beidou Formation.

In fact, the Zhenwu Seven Killings Array draws more from the Xuantian Dragon Ascension Path.

Emperor Chengzu extensively repaired Taihe Mountain and revered the True Martial Great Emperor as the National Guardian God, actually because he received many returns from the Xuantian Dragon Ascension Path.

Seven Shadow Guards forming an array can rival a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

And as far as Xu Qing knows, the old Emperor has cultivated at least a hundred Shadow Guards.

What a terrifying force this is.

Even without him, with these Shadow Guards, they could help the Grand Secretary implement reforms.

However, it's best if they are not used.

Obviously, the old Emperor prefers to keep this as a trump card.

What direction the upcoming great battle will take, Xu Qing couldn't see through either.

Indeed, no matter who wins, Xu Qing has a path to tread.

The South is truly his foundation; his previous time in the Capital was more of an experiment.

He still has a lot to promote.

The Heavenly Dao also bullies the weak and fears the strong, whoever gains momentum acts as the emissary of the Dao, representing the grand trend of the Heavenly Dao.