The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 767 - 548 Familiar Words

Chapter 767: Chapter 548 Familiar Words

Prince Xin was taken aback by the fox girl’s words.

Indeed.

Without this princely status, he wouldn’t even have the qualification to seek Immortal Cultivation, let alone the ability to host a banquet at Yaoxing Tower.

"My lord, if you wish for immortality, there has always been only one path, which is to become an Incense Fire God."

At this moment, a disheveled middle-aged Daoist stroked his beard and said, "The spirit monsters of the world all tread this path. Even this fox girl with centuries of cultivation will eventually turn to dust unless she establishes a temple and enjoys incense offerings to remain eternal."

"Is that also what the Daoist thinks?" Prince Xin came to his senses, somewhat surprised. "Isn’t Cultivation supposed to grant immortality?"

The Daoist smiled and said, "We cultivators travel the world, helping others for what purpose? It is said for accumulating virtue, but in truth, it’s to gather the incense of thousands of households. Only with enough virtue can one have mana in their body. People draw upon Earth Qi to practice some arts, living for one or two hundred years, but immortality remains elusive. I personally witnessed my master pass away in a Daoist Temple at the age of two hundred and seventy-one."

Prince Xin shook his head and said, "I am not willing to abandon my body to become a clay or wooden statue, and the incense offering is uncertain. If it declines one day, won’t the soul scatter all the same?"

"Your Highness holds a noble status. Becoming an Incense Fire God may be easier, and when nation prospers, even with mighty ones destroying mountains and temples, it wouldn’t affect Your Highness," the Daoist said.

Prince Xin gave a self-deprecating smile, "With a new emperor comes new ministers. Who will recognize me as Prince Xin a hundred years from now? Haven’t less Prince and ministers been eradicated by the court along with their temples? Some temples don’t even last fifty years before they’re demolished, because there are only so many incense offerings in the world, always with people waiting behind."

"In less favorable terms, if I could be a god for sixty years after death, it would be a stroke of luck."

Everyone fell silent.

Indeed, it was the truth.

Though becoming an Incense Fire God promises immortality, who can guarantee offerings for thousands of years when even courts change? Not to mention temple deities.

Take, for example, the City God within Xinzhou City.

A century ago, it wasn’t this City God. Similarly, who will be the City God a hundred years from now?

Seeing everyone’s silence,

Prince Xin stood with a wine cup raised. He looked outside the window at tonight’s splendid view—the sky full of stars and a bright, hanging moon.

But he felt melancholy, sighed profoundly, and recited, "How much sorrow can one bear? It flows as the spring river towards the east..."

"What eloquence, even that single line is worthy of renown through the ages. With such literary talent, Prince Xin, you can pen books and be eternal in history, why contend with the court over incense?" suddenly, a literati’s eyes lit up as he clapped his hands in praise.

Prince Xin shook his head with a smile, just about to speak.

At that moment, a sudden voice emerged, like thunder with an unfathomable godly power, merely sounding out, capable of shaking one’s spirit.

"Who taught you that line?"

The next moment,

amidst a surge of red clouds, a Daoist of similar age to Prince Xin stood above the cloud, with luminous eyes and a terrifying aura of Dragon and Tiger Energy swirling around him.

Under this gaze, Prince Xin’s hairs stood on end, his face filled with fear, stepping back several times. If not for his attendant’s support, he might have fallen.

Suddenly, amidst unexpected change, the guests stood up collectively.

"An assassin!" a servant from the Prince Mansion cried out.

With the cry, the spiritual birds fluttered and the fox beasts bolted, followed by Armored Soldiers rushing towards the upper floor from outside Yaoxing Tower.

Immediately,

the swordsman with the treasure sword leaped out, guarding Prince Xin alertly with caution written across his face. Though he wished to draw his sword, instinct told him the Daoist atop the Xiangyun was scarier than a tiger, making him fear that a single misstep would render him without burial.

For some reason, a cold sweat had already dripped from his forehead.

"My hand holding the sword is trembling." The ranger looked at his disobedient hand, filled with shock and fear.

His body was involuntarily scared.

This was unprecedented; even when facing ferocious spirit monsters, he remained calm and ready to draw his sword and fight, but today was different.

In truth, it wasn’t just this ranger; everyone felt the same.

This difference in the essence of life wasn’t something explained in mere words. If Li Yi underwent a few more transformations, merely standing there would leak an aura forcing everyone to kneel, incapable of standing, much like when a tiger descends a mountain, even passing dogs would run with tails tucked between legs.

Yet sensing this danger, skilled guests immediately had intentions to act.

"Wait, wait, not an assassin, but a profound adept." A white ape, seeing Li Yi, first startled, then called out loudly.

The white ape didn’t wish for a fight, knowing the adept’s prowess, and if a mess broke out, many would die.

Upon hearing this, people’s expressions subtly changed, yet their vigilance remained.

Li Yi, however, stepped through the red Xiangyun, slowly advancing from mid-air, his gaze fixed on this so-called Prince Xin, reiterating, "That line, you couldn’t have written it. Who are you really?"

Although he was not highly educated, during his childhood, his parents helped him recite lessons and do homework.

The line just spoken by Prince Xin: "How much sorrow can one bear? It flows as the spring river towards the east" was certainly not poetry of this world, but rather ancient poetry from Earth.

The appearance of this poem indicated only two possibilities.

Either a cross-border traveler has visited this world, leaving some traces behind.

Or, the Prince Xin is himself a cross-border traveler.

However, Li Yi thought the latter was unlikely, because although Prince Xin possesses the aura of a Jiao Long, his body shows no signs of evolution. If he were a cross-border traveler, he would have likely begun Cultivation already, and his strength wouldn’t be weak, so how could he still be an ordinary person?

"Who are you? This time, Yaoxing Tower did not seem to invite the Daoist."

At this moment, Prince Xin steadied himself. The Jiao Long’s aura around him roared and howled, protecting his mind, preventing him from barely standing before Li Yi.

Li Yi continued to walk step by step on the Xiangyun: "I am Taoyi, a Cultivator. Today, I do not wish to trouble you, just tell me who wrote this verse and I will be satisfied."

At this time, another disheveled Daoist widened his eyes in shock: "Are you the Evil Daoist Taiyi who destroyed the Prefectural Government during the day? How bold, you actually dare to stay in Xinzhou City, truly lawless, don’t you know the court has issued a Yin Department Order, dispatching nearby Divine beings to capture you?"

Evil Daoist Taiyi?

Upon hearing this, everyone reacted with slight surprise.

They had heard of an incident earlier today, where a Daoist broke into the Prefectural Government and almost killed Magistrate Chen Nian.

They had previously discussed which Daoist had such audacity to oppose the court. Unexpectedly, that very Daoist appeared at the Prince Mansion tonight, and furthermore...

They looked at the Dragon and Tiger Energy surrounding Li Yi with doubt and suspicion.

The rumors were true.

Taoyi Taoist, indeed possessing Dragon and Tiger Power, showed signs of the Emperor, making the Jiao Long’s aura on Prince Xin seem inferior in comparison, completely subdued on mere appearance, unable to be menacing at all.

"Evil Daoist?" Li Yi glanced sideways: "You also practice Cultivation, can’t you see if I’m an evil Daoist or if you’re blind? I haven’t got time for you now, obediently roll aside, or I’ll behead you so you won’t speak again."

"Arrogant."

The disheveled middle-aged Daoist was furious: "You, an evil Daoist, dared to steal Dragon and Tiger Energy and cause trouble at the Prince Mansion, are you trying to rebel? Since I’ve encountered you tonight, I should subdue demons and eliminate you to prevent endless future troubles and calamities for the world."

After he spoke, taking a deep breath, he exhaled, and a cold light suddenly appeared.

The cold light transformed into a small flying sword, heading straight for Li Yi’s neck.

It seemed like just a touch would cut off his head.

"Is this truly a flying sword?" Everyone was greatly shocked at seeing this.

They hadn’t expected this disheveled Daoist to possess such immortal means. Although they had heard legends of the flying sword before, they had never witnessed it, it was their first time seeing it today.

Rumor says that a flying sword can kill from a thousand miles away, whether it’s true or not remains unknown.

"This thing is also called a flying sword?"

Li Yi’s gaze flickered as he caught the trace of the flying sword. In others’ eyes, this cold light was extremely swift, but for him, it was unimpressive. Then he reached out and grabbed it, the Dragon and Tiger Power flowing with a casual gesture.

Boom!

The air seemed to explode, like rolling thunder.

The cold light disappeared in his hand, as if it had vanished without a trace.

Wow!

The next moment.

That Daoist spat a mouthful of blood, his face pale, stumbling as he fell to the ground. Terrified, he pointed at Li Yi: "You, you destroyed my flying sword?"

Others witnessed this scene, their eyelids twitching.

They had thought seeing a flying sword was already outrageous, yet even more outrageous was that someone had caught and extinguished the flying sword with bare hands.

Were those truly flesh and blood hands?

"Just Golden Qi, and it isn’t even pure. Call this a flying sword? If you like flying swords so much, I’ll give you one." Li Yi said, as he opened his mouth to exhale.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light flew out.

The golden light was so brilliant and splendid, its mere appearance made everyone feel as if their bodies were being torn apart, painfully enduring.

But before everyone could react.

The golden light flickered away.

The next moment.

The middle-aged Daoist’s head tumbled from his neck as if unrestrained, freshly spurting blood three feet high, staining the surroundings.

As the headless corpse fell.

This Daoist not only died physically but his soul also dissipated.

This golden Qi from the lung aperture, exhaled, could defeat not only Daoists of this world but even a Golden Core Cultivator might not withstand it. However, these people’s levels and strength are too low to understand the intricacies.

They only knew that as the golden light flashed, a head fell.