novelraw Chapter 362 362: 336 Audience 2
Chapter 362 362: 336 Audience 2
A Martial Artist with a powerful Qi and Blood often has such feelings.
At this moment, watching the palace maid approaching, a sense of foreboding quickly arose in Zhang Rongfang's heart.
All the muscles in his body involuntarily tightened.
But just as his muscles tightened,
in an instant, from the hidden corners of Shangde Hall around him, dozens of piercing gazes enveloped him entirely.
Each of these gazes felt like a sharp knife, and just being scrutinized sent shivers down Zhang Rongfang's spine.
Even when facing the final form of the Sea Dragon King Kongwu, he hadn't experienced such an exaggerated physical reaction.
'There's definitely something wrong with this Flying Spirit Feather Talisman!!'
At this moment, Zhang Rongfang was already clear about it in his heart.
If it weren't for this, his body wouldn't have such a strong premonition.
However, he was unsure of what the danger was.
But since the Spirit Emperor ruled the world with overwhelming power, if he really wanted to do something to him, resistance would be futile.
If they truly intended to kill him, they wouldn't go through so much trouble.
Nor would they promote him first before sending him to his death.
Hence, deducing from this,
this Flying Spirit Feather Talisman is likely a controlling, threatening, and reward-disguised item.
The palace maid was now standing in front of Zhang Rongfang, bending over to place the tray before him.
Zhang Rongfang took a deep breath, feeling the gazes around him growing colder and more intense.
He knew that if he hesitated for even a moment, trouble might ensue.
No matter what, since he had his attribute panel, even if it were some form of control or threat, he could find a way to solve it once he got through this hurdle.
So, he decided to deal with the present first!
Immediately, he reached out to grasp the Flying Spirit Feather Talisman.
"Wait!!!"
Swish!
Suddenly, a figure appeared abruptly beside Zhang Rongfang, with a plump bottom, bumping into Zhang Rongfang, causing him to stagger.
"Your Majesty, calling this old Daoist's closed-door disciple from so far away without informing me is hardly reasonable, is it?"
The person who came was none other than the even rotund Yue Dewen!
He wore a purple Daoist robe, a lotus flower-shaped gold crown, and there were still traces of oil stains at the corner of his mouth.
The scent of roast duck could be smelled when approached....
Before the Spirit Emperor could reply, Yue Dewen noticed the somewhat bewildered palace maid holding the tray in her hands.
He also saw the Flying Spirit Feather Talisman inside.
With a slap, his fat hand grabbed and picked up the Flying Spirit Feather Talisman.
"Is this a reward for my disciple? Thank you, Your Majesty, I shall accept it without reservation~~~" he said with a smile and slipped the Flying Spirit Feather Talisman into the inner pocket of his chest.
The hall fell silent.
The gazes from the shadows around the room discreetly shifted away, seemingly avoiding any interaction with Yue Dewen.
The Spirit Emperor sat on his imperial throne, watching Yue Dewen putting on an act below, his expression hidden behind the beaded curtain, unable to be seen clearly.
"It seems, Lord Yue is genuinely quite protective over Shadow Lord Zhang...." His voice was calm, carrying an inexplicable undertone.
"There's no other choice...." Yue Dewen half-squinted his small eyes. "The old Daoist only has this one hope left. If I don't protect him well, who knows what might happen in the future. Your Majesty, please understand~~"
He cupped his hands toward the Spirit Emperor, still smiling.
After coughing twice, the Spirit Emperor shook his head, seemingly at a loss for how to deal with him, and waved his hand.
"Enough, go. Whenever something involves you, Yue Dewen, it never ends up proper."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Yue Dewen slapped Zhang Rongfang on the rear.
"Aren't you going to thank His Majesty?"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Zhang Rongfang 'awoke from a dream,' quickly bowing again in thanks.
"Let's go first!" Yue Dewen grabbed Zhang Rongfang and swiftly pulled him out of Shangde Hall.
The two moved swiftly, stepping from the shadows of the great hall into the bright sunlight, slightly dispelling the chilling aura.
Zhang Rongfang glanced back into the grand hall.
The Spirit Emperor still sat lofty on his imperial throne, with radiant columns of seven colors hanging down beside him, flanked by two humanoid statues.
But beyond that, it was shrouded in darkness and cold.
Although Shangde Hall was not very large, the surrounding gloom was so intense it seemed endless.
"Stop looking." With a slap.
Yue Dewen forcibly turned his head back.
"Master, when did you arrive?" Zhang Rongfang quickly put on a fawning smile.
"Did I come in time?" Yue Dewen sneered at him with a sidelong glance.
"Right on time! Couldn't have been more timely!!" Zhang Rongfang gave a thumbs up.
"That Flying Spirit Feather Talisman, do you think you can touch it?!" Yue Dewen chuckled twice. "That truly is a core treasure of the Spirit Flying Church. It enhances mental fortitude, strengthens the body, extends life, and has numerous miraculous effects.
But...."
He led Zhang Rongfang to the side, glancing around as they walked.
"But once you obtain that, you can expect to become a Holy Spirit of the Spirit Flying Church."
"Holy Spirit?"
"Oh, you don't know yet. It's about breeding with the royal family. From ninety-year-old grandmas to thirteen-year-old girls, you can be called upon anytime."
Yue Dewen tsked and said.
"In this deep palace, according to the rules, every royal female must bear a child. So you should understand, once you take it, you might gain a few benefits, but you'll never have a good life again. One time being summoned could mean several days of activities.
Dozens or even a hundred people taking turns, returning to recuperate once finished, repeating the cycle. Then what's the point of cultivating Literature!"
Yue Dewen clearly exaggerated deliberately.
"Moreover, that thing.... might also make you gradually forget."
"What do you mean??" Zhang Rongfang furrowed his brow, not understanding this statement.
"Meaning, once you grab it, you'll forget you ever had it. When you ultimately forget it, it will mysteriously disappear.
By then, it will influence you, making you increasingly loyal to the royal family. It will also amplify the pleasure of that event, reportedly by a great deal." Yue Dewen spoke mysteriously.
"Gulp." Zhang Rongfang blinked and swallowed, feeling a chill down his spine.
"Scared? This is what the Spirit Flying Church's people are like!" Yue Dewen shoved him into the Return to the Celestial Treasure Palace palanquin.
Then climbed in himself.
The two sat facing each other inside the palanquin.
"Quick, go!" he shouted loudly.
"Yes."
The four bearers responded in a muffled tone. Swiftly lifting the palanquin, moving quickly toward the exit of the Inner Palace.
"In fact, the Spirit Flying Church's teachings bear some resemblance to the Western Sect. It's all about ascending in joy. Just that kind of thing, pursuing that fleeting moment of release,"
Yue Dewen picked up a teapot, tilted his head back to drink it to the last drop.
Placing the teapot down, he looked back at Zhang Rongfang.
"So, if you accepted the Flying Spirit Feather Talisman, you'd be stepping into the Spirit Flying Church. I've invested so much in training you all this time. If you were snatched away, I'd cry myself to death."
"...Is it really that sinister?!" Zhang Rongfang was a bit skeptical.
"Once you encounter more, you'll understand. Sigh, it seems you've reached the time to be exposed to these things." Yue Dewen rubbed his chin, squeezing three lines into two.
"Considering you went out and your Cultivation of Literature reached the late stage, I'll give you a reward."
"Anything Master gives must be good stuff!" Zhang Rongfang immediately flattered.
"Didn't you request to go to Ze Province?" Yue Dewen mysteriously smiled. "Just so happens, a grand-uncle of yours wants to meet you. Sending you there to broaden your horizons isn't a bad idea, prevents you from being clueless and taken advantage of."
"Grand-uncle??" Zhang Rongfang was taken aback.