Wait a minute, where is my master?

The appearance of those black eyes once again carried an overwhelming momentum, as the demonic flames surged mightily.

However, the faces of the guests and civil and military officials present no longer displayed panic.

After all, you made quite the entrance, only to be defeated in less than three minutes and taken out in a blink.

What's more, it was our ally who took you out, so what do we have to fear?

Down below, at the Tingfeng Building in front of the Golden Throne Hall, the cultivators saw the demon re-emerge. The lead cultivator hesitated for a moment before deciding to deploy only half of their forces to redirect the input nodes of the formation towards the sky.

"Could it be that Emperor Zhao doesn't dare to accept my gift, thus… thus resorting to ambushing me?"

Ye Wuyang uttered these words with less confidence, knowing that even with preparation, he couldn't withstand such a level of thunderbolt for even a brief moment.

But this did not stop him from feeling aggrieved.

We're all notable figures in the Nine Provinces Immortal World. Shouldn't you start with some pleasantries, listen to my conditions, let me hear some of your threats, and then decide whether to come to blows or sit down for a proper talk!

Who just strikes another person down as soon as they arrive!

Don't you know that I have a hundred thousand civilians in my hands as hostages!

At this moment, he was still unaware that his life had already been offered as a gift by the little Taoist.

Therefore, his reappearance was doomed to go without a response from Xia Yunzhao.

"Boom!"

Golden thunderbolt streaked across the sky, unleashing its power for the second time!

On the ground, the little Taoist held up his right hand and waited for a while. Seeing that the black eyes didn't reappear, he then calmly sat down behind the case table.

Now, in the square, the guests attending the ceremony and the civil and military officials who were unfamiliar with Jin Xu were calm on the surface, but they had already started exchanging messages privately!

"Who is this young Taoist? The opponent is one of the Four Elders of the Demon Sect, yet with a flick of his hand, he took them out!!!

"Huh, you're ignorant. My cousin's neighbor's brother's nephew told me about this little Taoist. That golden thunderbolt that struck down at Mu Royal Mansion before—it was his doing! It's said that he personally killed Prince Mu!"

"Ah!? So he's the one who effectively killed Emperor Zhao's own uncle, and he can still sit here and attend the ceremony?"

"Huh, what do you know? Didn't you see the identity card in front of his case table, it says, 'Xia Yunzhao's uncle.' Clearly, he's a relative on the empress dowager's side for the new emperor!"

"Oh, oh, oh, that explains it."

These two were bold enough to say and believe such things.

Behind the case table, Jin Xu covered the entire imperial city with his Spiritual Sense to prevent the black pupils from reappearing, twitching at the corners of his eyes as he heard.

His Spiritual Sense spread out inadvertently, and he overheard the discussions among the numerous cultivators present.

...

In Qing State, at Qingmu Academy.

At the very center of the Righteous Square, a broadcasting formation from the Tingfeng Building was also installed.

As Great Xia was a dominant imperial power in the Nine Provinces Realm, every action they took drew attention.

Except for the Kunlun Immortal Palace, which stood apart from the world, the Four Great Immortal Sects and every major city in the Nine Provinces that had the means, had asked the Tingfeng Building to set up broadcasting formations.

After all, the succession of the Great Xia imperial throne was a significant event.

Being one of the Four Immortal Sects, Qingmu Academy paid even more attention to this affair, as many of their disciples often entered the Great Xia imperial court for official training.

Therefore, for the coronation ceremony broadcast, a formation was set up right in the center of the Righteous Square, for the scholar-instructors and Mr.s to watch during their leisure time.

"This golden thunderbolt isn't… hmm!"

Mr. Mei, who had returned to the academy, began to blurt out as soon as he saw the golden thunderbolt in the broadcasted formation, but Mr. Song Xili covered his mouth from behind before he could finish.

"Do you have to be the one to talk? Doesn't everyone know that the golden thunderbolt, similar to the one at Gentleman Building a while back? How come no one else is talking about it, and only you are?"

Mr. Song Xili whispered to Mr. Mei through a transmission.

"No, Brother Song, I was going to say that the man with the mask is Jin Xu, the little Taoist from Gusu City! Look at the two women by his side!"

Mr. Mei responded with a muffled transmission, sounding just like an ordinary person who saw a relative on television.

The three of them had not witnessed the little Taoist using the Hand Palm Thunder in Gusu City, and also due to the orders given by the Old Dean.

So even with their suspicions at that time, they dared not be sure.

Hearing this, Mr. Song Xili concentrated on observing, but he failed to notice the two women next to Jin Xu.

Instead, he saw the second golden thunderbolt unleashed by the little Taoist.

And at that moment, the broadcasting cultivator from the Tingfeng Building zoomed in on the identity placard placed above Jin Xu's case table.

"Xia Yunzhao's uncle."

Mr. Song Xili: "???"

"Are you sure that's Jin Xu, the little Taoist? When did he become the Seventh Princess's uncle?"

At this point, Mr. Mei, whose mouth had been covered, also saw the close-up shot and was momentarily befuddled, yet he affirmed, "I'm certain, that's Jin Xu, the little Taoist. Don't believe me? Just wait and see!"

Behind Qingmu Academy, in front of Gentleman Building.

The Old Dean of Qingmu Academy and Qingyun, who is the current Dean, were also watching the broadcasting formation before them.

The two directly had the Tingfeng Building cultivators set up a small broadcasting formation there instead of going to the Righteous Square.

It wasn't because they were using the Dean's privilege—rather, the Old Dean had not fully recovered from his injuries and was not fit to appear in public.

"Teacher, this golden thunderbolt!"

Qingyun, upon seeing the little Taoist take action, stood up from a bamboo chair at the side.

"Sit down, don't ask."

The Old Dean was sparing with his words.

Hearing his teacher's command, Qingyun opened his mouth to speak but ultimately sat down reluctantly.

However, he wasn't foolish. After sitting for a moment, he understood his old master's intentions and calmed down.