At the imperial capital's Protectorate Pavilion, four elders gathered, and even the Central King himself arrived in person.
anwhile, far in a mountain village of the western region.
The bustling street had suddenly gone quiet.
"That little demon's here!"
"Everyone run!"
No one knew who suddenly yelled out, but the n and won who had been chatting in the streets fled in panic, just like mice scurrying away from a cat.
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The doors of the shops on both sides of the street were hastily shut one after another.
Only after the crowd had dispersed did a girl, about fourteen or fifteen years old with her hair tied in twin braids, slowly made her way along the street from a distance.
"You bunch of cowards, why do you act like you've seen bandits when you see , Zhan Qing?"
The young girl mumbled to herself as she looked at the tightly closed shop doors on both sides of the street.
Then she slowly approached a store with a "Herbal Garden" signboard hanging above it and reached out with her delicate right hand to knock on the solid wooden door in front of her.
"Uncle Zhao, it seems like your shop's door is a bit worn out from age, not quite up to snuff, huh?"
Zhan Qing said leisurely.
The next second, an aged voice ca from inside the shop, "You girl, don't ss around!"
"This agarwood door of mine cost a fortune, made by old Wang from next door especially for !"
But as soon as he finished speaking, a loud bang was heard.
Before the grieving eyes of Uncle Zhao, his prized agarwood door crashed to the ground.
The thunderous sound of the door falling seed like fireworks ignited in his heart, tearing it apart.
Zhan Qing dusted off her hands and said with a smile, "See, Uncle Zhao, I told you your door wasn't holding up. I barely touched it, and it fell right over!"
As she spoke, Zhan Qing walked nonchalantly past the mourning Uncle Zhao to a dicine cabinet in the shop.
"You wretch, what are you up to this ti at this old man's place?"
Uncle Zhao didn't bla Zhan Qing but took a deep breath before asking.
Zhan Qing glanced at him, chuckled, and said, "The ti my grandfather set has passed, and I'm allowed to leave the mountain now!"
"I'm going to look for my senior brother, it's been so many years, I wonder how he is now."
Upon hearing this, a hint of reluctance flashed in Uncle Zhao's eyes.
Although Zhan Qing was a bit violent in her actions, in the end, she was a child whom Uncle Zhao had watched grow up. Naturally, he felt reluctant to see her set out on a journey.
"Ti flies... You're only fourteen or fifteen years old, sigh..."
Uncle Zhao heaved a sigh, expressing his sentint.
Zhan Qing waved her fist and said, "So what if I'm fourteen or fifteen?"
"I reached the Imperial Realm just three days ago. With my fist, big as a sandbag, who would be able to withstand it?"
Astonishingly, this girl of rely fourteen or fifteen had already stepped into the Imperial Realm!
What was even more surprising was the look on Uncle Zhao's face after hearing her words; his wrinkled visage held no shock or surprise.
As if it was perfectly normal for Zhan Qing to reach the Imperial Realm at her age.
"You girl have had a martial arts talent far beyond ordinary people since you were young, and I don't know what luck that old man Zhan Wuya had to bring back such a little monster like you."
"It's a pity that old man Zhan Wuya passed away too soon, otherwise, seeing you now, he might have laughed so hard he'd go into convulsions..."
When Old Zhao ntioned Zhan Wuya, his expression grew a bit more somber.
Then, with a shift in his expression and a glint of murderous intent in his eyes, he said in a deep voice, "If it weren't for the promise we made to him back then, how could we have just watched old Zhan Wuya die out there!"
"It was his ti, his fate... that was Zhan Wuya's destiny..."
As his words ended, the murderous intent dissipated, replaced only by a sigh.
Zhan Qing's mood also fell, but then she smiled and said, "It's all in the past, Old Zhao, you shouldn't keep dwelling on what happened before."
"My grandfather once said that my senior brother's martial arts talent is even greater than mine, and I've already stepped into the Imperial Realm, so senior brother has probably already entered the Imperial Realm long ago."
"Don't worry, with and senior brother around, the vengeance for our grandfather will soon be avenged!"
Upon hearing her words, Old Zhao's face finally looked a bit better.
He glanced at the dicine cabinet with its various sizes of glass bottles and said, "Since you're about to descend the mountain, you need to have so protection. These things have been here for so long, just take whatever you like!"
"Really? It's rare for you to be so generous, Old Zhao!"
Zhan Qing said, laughing.
Old Zhao showed a smile of resignation, then got up from the recliner and turned to enter the back hall of the pharmacy.
Zhan Qing, on the other hand, did not stand on ceremony at all, grabbing the glass bottles from the dicine cabinet and stuffing them into the bag on her back.
She moved swiftly, and in no ti, a third of the glass bottles on the cabinet were gone.
Yet her backpack didn't seem to bulge at all, as if none of the glass bottles had been placed inside.
Old Zhao erged from the back hall, not even taking a glance at the nearly emptied dicine cabinet, and handed two ancient-looking wooden boxes to Zhan Qing.
"Take these. As an old man, I'm getting on in years, and if you two kids encounter any trouble out there, I won't be able to help you in a mont's notice."
"However, I do pride myself on my Alchemy Technique, which can rival anyone in the world. There is a dicinal pill in each of these wooden boxes that can save each of your lives in a critical mont."
"Rember to take them only at the most crucial ti!"
Old Zhao said with a light chuckle.
Hearing this, Zhan Qing imdiately took the two wooden boxes and threw them into her backpack.
After she had cleared three-quarters of the entire dicine cabinet, she finally stopped, satisfied.
"Old Zhao, I've always thought you were the best person in our village since I was a child!"
Zhan Qing declared with a smile.
Old Zhao nodded slightly, then waved his hand and said, "Alright, go. And don't forget to visit the other villagers as well."
"Got it! Do I really need reminding from you?"
Zhan Qing turned around and left the pharmacy.
Old Zhao also reclined back onto the chair, idly fanning himself with the palm-leaf fan.
A leisurely voice slowly spread through the pharmacy: "When the dragon and phoenix descend upon the world, heaven and earth will be in turmoil..."
Zhan Qing, who had left the pharmacy, entered the nearby blacksmith shop.
Likewise, a man well into his sixties in the blacksmith shop saw Zhan Qing and imdiately said with a smile, "Qing, what brings you here?"
"Grandpa Sun, I'm going to leave the mountain..."
Zhan Qing slightly bowed her head, then continued, "I'm only fourteen or fifteen years old, and I've heard there are many bad people down the mountain... I don't know if I can protect myself well enough..."
Little did they know that the young girl, appearing so gentle and delicate, was a martial arts master of the Imperial Realm!
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