"Is this the place?" Zhao Jiyu looked at the impoverished Wuzhuang Temple on the rather laughable Longevity Mountain.
"Yes, Your Highness," Song Changqian said, feeling a bit embarrassed, especially by the couplets on the temple's gate, which were utterly boastful.
"Let's go inside and take a look." Zhao Jiyu's expression was grave, and he didn't feel disdainful or contemptuous just because the place appeared destitute.
In his perception, it was very calm inside, almost to the point of feeling deserted.
"Halt who cos."
They were just one step away from entering when a voice called out.
A Yellow Turban Warrior, expressionless and nacingly fierce, stood blocking them, asking, "Who are you, and what are you here for?"
"I am Zhao Jiyu, a prince of Da Xuan, greeting the elder," Zhao Jiyu's pupils contracted. He recognized this man as a powerful figure at the Heavenly Human Unity Realm who was guarding the entrance here: "I am here to find soone."
"Who are you looking for?" The Yellow Turban Warrior continued to ask.
"My young nephew, Zhao Boyuan," Zhao Jiyu quickly said, as that was the na of the forr Imperial Grandson.
"No such person." The Yellow Turban Warrior replied sincerely, as the Heart Demon Dao Soldiers had no nas, and none were called that.
"This... shouldn't be, my nephew is now sixteen, are there people of similar age in the temple?" Zhao Jiyu asked another question.
"There are, which one are you looking for?" The Yellow Turban Warrior answered earnestly, yet rigidly.
After all, they could work and kill effectively, but communication put this group of Heart Demon Dao Soldiers at a disadvantage; their thinking was less favorable compared to simply killing or chopping wood and fetching water.
Zhao Jiyu found it difficult to communicate with this person; asking sothing straightforward brought a direct answer, yet it always felt as though it was intentionally irritating.
Due to the other party's formidable strength, Zhao Jiyu dared not show any disrespect.
"How many peers are there in your temple?" Zhao Jiyu pressed on, undeterred.
"Two," the Yellow Turban Warrior continued to respond.
"May I et them both?" Hearing there were only two, Zhao Jiyu breathed a sigh of relief, glad it wasn't twenty.
"I'll pass on your ssage and see if they will et," the Yellow Turban Warrior directly communicated the request.
"Thank you for..."
"They'll et, but not now; it'll be half an hour before they are free. You may co inside and find a place to cool off first," the Yellow Turban Warrior interrupted Zhao Jiyu.
Zhao Jiyu also breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you, elder."
Afterward, he led his entourage into Wuzhuang Temple, and upon entering, he found it was indeed small, lacking even a reception area.
Yet there were many people, enough to make Zhao Jiyu's scalp tingle.
The servants were all at the Heavenly Human Unity Realm, sweeping, chopping wood, fetching water, as if they were free.
This made Zhao Jiyu and his companions uneasy, resulting in a feeling of dread.
The half-hour wait made them anxious and dry-mouthed, feeling they might be cooling their heels.
Thankfully, ti passed quickly, and soon they saw two silhouettes approaching.
"Hello, what brings you to us?" Qing Feng asked curiously.
"I'm here to..." Zhao Jiyu explained the whole situation without hiding or exaggerating, as it was reckless to try that under the eye of a God Demon.
"That clears things up, so who are you searching for? We are both from humble origins." Qing Feng wasn't shy about his background.
"If convenient, I would use a Bloodline Secret Technique for investigation," Zhao Jiyu hesitated, then suggested.
"Didn't you use it once a month ago, stating it was the last ti?" Ming Yue asked.
"Indeed, how did you notice?" Ever since Zhao Jiyu suffered backlash from using the Bloodline Tracking Secret thod, he hadn't used it again; to investigate that wisp of aura would require at least Three Flowers Gathering at the Top strength; otherwise, it would be futile.
Cultivators at the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top stage were too valuable to sacrifice.
"Yes, I sensed a slight intrusion," Ming Yue did not deny.
"So, these people are the trouble you ntioned, otherwise I would kill them, no one's aware anyway," Qing Feng naturally rembered the incident, thinking of eliminating the problem.
"You're crazy, didn't you hear he's the son of the Emperor Xuan? Killing adds more trouble, plus you should keep such comnts to yourself till they leave," Ming Yue was a bit speechless.
"Apologies, Qing Feng sotis speaks without thinking," Ming Yue said apologetically to Zhao Jiyu.
Zhao Jiyu was nearly rendered speechless; it wasn't thoughtlessness; it was brazen arrogance.
"It's okay, it's okay, boys will be boys," Zhao Jiyu said awkwardly, as there was little else to do.
"So Fourth Prince, what do you seek from ?" Ming Yue pretended ignorance despite understanding, since going through such trouble to find him surely promised benefits; otherwise, why seek a forr Imperial Grandson without parental affection?
"I wish..." Zhao Jiyu spelled it out, intending to take him back, adopting him as a son, and together aspiring for the throne, the next Emperor Xuan to be him.
"I'm afraid not; this matter holds no value for ," Ming Yue calmly declined.
Why strive for the position of Emperor Xuan when the coveted "Xuantian Treasure Record" here is rely a recipe ingredient; he's in no shortage of resources, only needs to quietly grow stronger, not bother with such pursuits.
Zhao Jiyu's face slightly darkened, not expecting this developnt.
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