Chapter 30

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Jiang Changsheng began to inherit the memories of the Wondrous Sect’s Dharma Idol. As the name implies, the Wondrous Sect’s Dharma Idol was a type of Dharma Idol that could condense into a real form. It could be used for defense or offense. This technique could be used as a martial art or a spell. The effect of true qi and spiritual force were completely different.

Immortal cultivators could cast martial arts, but martial artists could not cast spells. It was interesting to see a unique skill that could do both.

Perhaps this could still be his unique inheritance.

Jiang Changsheng thought to himself. After he transmitted his memories, he began to take care of the room and at the same time, he gave the Misfortune Buddha a breather.

The rebellion in the capital continued until dusk. After the disciples outside received the news, Meng Qiushuang brought them back from the mountain path.

General Hong Lie rebelled and died tragically in the palace. The reversal of the situation was too fast and they did not expect it.

In any case, the Hong Family Army had been disbanded, and they could restore peace.

…

Late at night, Jiang Qian woke up with a clean cloth wrapped around his face. When he saw Jiang Changsheng meditating in the air, he could not help but open his mouth wide.

Jiang Changsheng gave him the bed and could only meditate in the air.

Jiang Qian did not dare to disturb Jiang Changsheng. He looked to the side and saw the Misfortune Buddha lying on the ground as if he was dead.

“You’re awake? You can go out for a walk, but you can’t leave the courtyard. If someone comes, hide immediately. In a few months, I’ll arrange for you to become a priest in the temple.”

Jiang Changsheng said without opening his eyes.

Jiang Qian hastily stood up and kowtowed to Jiang Changsheng. He said in a soft voice, “Wang Chen is willing to serve Daoist Master forever. Thank you, Daoist Master, for saving my life. Thank you, Daoist Master, for giving Wang Chen a quiet life.”

In the palace, he was suppressed by soldiers. That kind of incompetence made him furious to the extreme.

When his throat was slit and death approached him step by step, that despair made him yearn to live. While he was in pain and despair, Jiang Changsheng’s appearance dispelled his despair. He would never forget this kindness.

From then on, his name was no longer Jiang Qian, but Wang Chen.

Jiang Changsheng suddenly landed on the ground and said, “While you’re still here, I’ll interrogate him.”

He pointed through the air and the Misfortune Buddha woke up. He gasped for air, startling Wang Chen.

The Misfortune Buddha subconsciously looked around and met Jiang Changsheng’s golden eyes.

Phantom God’s Eye!

The Misfortune Buddha was suddenly in a trance and stood rooted on the spot.

When Wang Chen saw the change in Jiang Changsheng’s eyes, he was almost scared silly. Fortunately, the Phantom God’s Eye was not used on him, so he did not lose consciousness.

Jiang Changsheng had trained the Phantom God Eyes to the extent that he could make the other party answer questions unconsciously. As long as he made the other party mistakenly think that he was the person he trusted the most and changed their perception, it would be fine.

“Tell me, how many True Gods are there in the Mahayana Dragon Tower?” Jiang Changsheng asked.

True God Realm?

Wang Chen swallowed his saliva. As far as he knew, the strongest martial artist was only at the Heavenly Arrival realm. He had never heard of a True God.

The Misfortune Buddha answered numbly, “I don’t know about the True God realm…”

“Then what’s the strongest realm in the Mahayana Dragon Tower…”

“The twelve venerables are in the Divine realm, but the Tower Lord and the two great guardians are above them…”

Jiang Changsheng frowned. In other words, he could not eliminate the possibility that the Mahayana Dragon Tower had a True God.

He asked, “How many disciples does the Mahayana Dragon Tower have and how many dynasties do they control?”

The Misfortune Buddha answered, “I’m not sure. About the dynasties, it’s a secret. We were all ordered to help Jiang Yu seize the throne…”

Wang Chen had a complicated expression on his face. He did not expect Jiang Yuan to choose the Seventh Prince.

He had always thought that the Second Prince and Fourth Prince were the greatest threats. Jiang Yu was usually gentle and did not seem to have any ambitions because he was a martial artist. In his opinion, roping in experts was just for a spar.

Jiang Changsheng added, “Tell me what you know about the Jiang Family’s royal family.”

Misfortune Buddha immediately said, “I know that Emperor Jiang once acknowledged the Mahayana Dragon Tower as his master and learned the true dragon’s aura. Only then did he have the foundation to establish himself in a chaotic world. However, other than strength, he also needed money. He obtained the support of the Yang Family and promised to appoint the Yang Family’s daughter as the Empress in the future. However, the Mahayana Dragon Tower needed to control the new dynasty so that they could gather more resources for martial arts. Therefore, they disrupted the rules of the dynasty and asked Emperor Jiang’s junior sister to help him stabilize the rules of the dynasty. In the future, she would give birth to another son and have him become the emperor. The two of them agreed to swap the Crown Prince and suppress the Yang Family that did not know the immensity of heaven and earth. Emperor Jiang felt sorry for the Empress and gave birth to the Fourth Prince. Later on, Emperor Jiang and his junior sister gave birth to the Seventh Prince…”

Wang Chen was stunned when he heard that. He already knew that he had been switched, but he did not expect that the Great Jing was involved in the martial arts world.

He could not help but ask, “I… Where did the fake prince come from?”

The Misfortune Buddha did not answer, so Jiang Changsheng had no choice but to repeat his question.

The Misfortune Buddha answered, “The fake prince was a baby His Majesty asked the White-robed Guards to casually exchange for from a poor city in the capital. At that time, the country had just been founded and they only used a bag of rice to exchange for him…”

Wang Chen was silent.

Jiang Changsheng did not care about his sadness and continued to ask about the situation of the Mahayana Dragon Tower.

After asking for an hour, Jiang Changsheng finally ended his life and threw him out for White Dragon to eat. Unexpectedly, White Dragon despised him, so he had no choice but to fly on his sword and throw the Misfortune Buddha into the pile of wolves in the forest outside the city. He watched as the wolves divided up the corpse of the Misfortune Buddha before returning with ease.

Wang Chen remained in the room with White Dragon staring at him. He did not dare to act rashly.

Jiang Changsheng gave him the room of the Devil Lord and settled down just like that.

…

Hong Lie rebelled and was killed by a mysterious expert. The Crown Prince and the Second Prince were missing!

These incidents spread throughout the capital and throughout the world, causing the citizens to worry about whether the position of the crown prince would cause internal strife. When the Emperor heard about this, he immediately rushed back.

When the Emperor returned, the capital underwent several large-scale searches, including Longqi Temple. However, several months had passed, and Wang Chen had taken off the cloth on his face. His face was covered with scars. He had lost a lot of weight in the past month, and his throat had become hoarse due to his serious injuries. He wore a Daoist robe and had turned into an ugly Daoist priest that had nothing to do with the Crown Prince.

Chen Li had also paid a visit to Jiang Changsheng along the way and lamented the strength of that mysterious expert. He could not believe that he could kill Hong Lie, who had 100,000 armored horses.

Just like that, an inconspicuous Daoist priest named Wang Chen appeared in Longqi Temple. He usually cleaned the courtyard for the Daoist Master and would also follow Meng Qiushuang and the other disciples to cultivate and recuperate.

Usually, with Wang Chen and White Dragon around, Jiang Changsheng did not have to take care of Ping’an. Other than cultivating, he tried to create a low-quality immortal cultivation method for Wang Chen to try cultivating. As a result, Wang Chen’s spiritual energy almost exploded his meridians, scaring Jiang Changsheng so much that he had no choice but to modify it.

A year passed just like that.

In the 31st year of dynasty, the Emperor appointed the Seventh Prince as the crown prince. The world was shocked, and none of the princes dared to have any objections. The only one who was a threat to the Seventh Prince, Jiang Yu, was still fighting against Ancient Han at the border and cleaning up the mess for the Emperor.

Jiang Changsheng’s days became idle. After ensuring that the Empress was fine, he stayed in the temple and cultivated in peace.

In the 32nd year of dynasty, when Little King Wei was three years old, Hua Jianxin and a group of servants brought him to Longqi Temple. From that day on, Little King Wei would stay at Longqi Temple for three days a week and be taught martial arts by Jiang Changsheng.

Wan Li and Ming Yue, who were considered as Jiang Changsheng’s half-disciples, had already become top experts. However, they did not like to go down the mountain. In their spare time, they would help Jiang Changsheng take care of Little King Wei and ensure his safety.

In the 33rd year of the founding of the dynasty, the northern border of the Great Jing was breached by Ancient Han. The military situation was like fire, and the Great Jing was completely plunged into war. The citizens seemed to see the shadow of troubled times again. Moreover, this time, it was not a civil war in the Great Jing, but an invasion by outsiders.

Many commoners were scolding the Emperor. If the Emperor had not insisted on beating up Ancient Han, this would not have happened.

In the autumn, in the courtyard of Longqi Temple.

The Earth Spirit Tree was taller than a building, and fallen leaves were everywhere. There was a white snake wrapped around the tree, and it was as thick as an adult’s thigh. No one knew how long it was, but there were several people sitting under the tree.

Jiang Changsheng was telling a story. Little King Wei, Ping’an, Wan Li, and Mingyue were listening while Wang Chen was sweeping the floor.

“The Yuan army surrounded Yashan. The prime minister jumped into the sea with the eight-year-old emperor on his back. 100,000 soldiers and citizens followed suit and died in the war. From then on, the Song Dynasty’s history came to an end. This is the story of the Song Dynasty.”

After Jiang Changsheng finished speaking, he smiled. He was finally done. He was so tired.

Half a year ago, he began to tell Little King Wei the stories of the ancient rulers of Huaxia. Later on, he attracted Wan Li and Mingyue to listen together.

Little King Wei wore luxurious brocade clothes, and his facial features were exquisite. His appearance was extremely outstanding, especially the birthmark between his brows. It was like a third eye that could not be overlooked. Ping’an sat beside him peacefully. His hair was messy, and his Daoist robe was also somewhat messy. The image and temperament of the two people were greatly different.

Ping’an was born incomplete. Every time Wang Chen and Mingyue helped him tidy up his hair and clothes, he would get playful and soon get messy and dirty.

Even though he was stupid, he was born with great strength. At the age of four, he could already lift the sleeping Wang Chen. At that time, Wang Chen was frightened.

Who said that Little King Wei was the reincarnation of the Golden-winged Great Roc? This silly kid was the one!

Little King Wei propped his chin with his hands and smacked his lips. “The story of the Song Dynasty is not good. I still like the Tang Dynasty. I want to be a khan. I want to flatten Ancient Han.”

He turned to look at Ping’an and patted him on the shoulder. He smiled and said, “Ping’an, I will be Li Shimin in the future and you will be Li Yuanba. The two of us will travel the world together.”

The four-year-old spoke as if he was eight or nine years old. He was eloquent and coherent, making him seem very smart.

Ping’an hugged him and rubbed against his face. He chuckled and said, “Good, good, good. Li Shimin, Li Yuanba…”

Ever since the two of them met, they had been very close. Perhaps it was because they were about the same age, but their relationship was extremely good. They even fought with the other young disciples of the temple together. With Ping’an around, Little King Wei had never suffered a loss.

Mingyue shook her head and said, “Li Shimin has indeed made great achievements and can be considered as the first emperor in history. However, the change in the Black Tortoise Sect is a stain that he can’t wash away. Killing his brother and forcing his father is not glorious at all.”

Little King Wei stood up in anger and said, “Sister Mingyue, Li Shimin was forced. Moreover, he should be the emperor. Why should the first born be the emperor? Shouldn’t the one who is powerful be the emperor?”

Jiang Changsheng could not help but look at him in surprise.

Good lord, this kid…

Speaking of which, Little King Wei was not the eldest son under the Seventh Prince. The eldest son was an illegitimate son, and he was also favored by the Seventh Prince. After all, his mother was the Seventh Prince’s real favorite, and Little King Wei’s mother was arranged by the Emperor. Moreover, less than a year after Little King Wei was born, the princess consort passed away, and the mother of the eldest son was successfully promoted from a concubine to a princess consort.

Did he suffer in the estate? Hua Jianxin did not mention anything about it.

Jiang Changsheng thought silently.

Little King Wei and Mingyue began to argue. Seeing that Little King Wei was furious, Ping’an suddenly stood up and raised his fist to punch Mingyue. Fortunately, Mingyue also trained in martial arts and easily caught it. For a moment, there was chaos under the tree.

Wang Chen swept the floor and came to Jiang Changsheng’s side. He asked curiously, “Daoist Master, Zhou Dynasty, Qin Dynasty, Han Dynasty, Tang Dynasty, and Song Dynasty. Where are these dynasties from? Why haven’t I heard of them?”

He used to think that Jiang Changsheng was making it up. Jiang Changsheng had also said he was making it up, but after listening to it for so long, it sounded too real.