Zhang Lu’s eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty hue.
As the disciples of Madam Wei within Dong Shen Temple made their move, they could seize the chance to openly solve some of the Wei Vassal Kings.
Meanwhile, in another corner of the Observatory Platform, Dong Jue Daoist could not bear to witness this scene, the cries of agony from the square rose and fell.
Among them were cries for help that resonated in Dong Jue Daoist’s ears, making her Dao Heart restless.
Beside her was Huang He Master.
Huang He Master looked down at the slaughter with an indifferent expression and sighed.
"Since ancient times, dynasties have changed, mountains of corpses have formed. Dong Jue, you need not concern yourself further, you have done all you can, both what should be done and what shouldn’t. Their fate is self-inflicted extinction!"
"Their taking this step signifies the severance of all ties between Dong Shen Temple and them!"
A trace of coldness flashed in Huang He Master’s eyes.
To some extent, these disciples of Madam Wei below are all traitors to masters and ancestors.
These individuals took advantage of the elders’ weakness, daring to betray their masters and ancestors, a treacherous act warranting execution.
The elders inside the temple never lacked doubts about Dong Jue Daoist.
If not for Jingming Daoist’s protection, Dong Jue Daoist would have long been implicated.
...
Inside the Imperial Palace, Zhang Jian was dealing with state affairs at the moment.
Emperor Qi Yuan sat timidly beside him.
After Zhang Jian handed over the memorial, the Emperor quickly picked up the nearby Emperor’s Seal, stamped it, and then distributed it to the nearby Little Yellow Sect, who collected it and would pass it to the various courtiers the next day for handling.
Zhang Jian looked at the memorial in his hand, he was somewhat adept.
Although he lacked experience serving as a local official, retrieving the soul imprint of his past life, his accumulated wisdom returned entirely, complementing his shortcomings, and coupled with the wisdom accumulated in countless ancient texts, he handled matters smoothly.
If he ever found himself at a loss, he could use the "Dreaming in the Void" Great Technique to directly transform and deduce.
Having cultivated the Dream Traveling in the Void Technique to its current level, he could now instantly manifest as beings, evolve myriad mysterious phenomena, or condense a part of Divine Sense into a mark and imbue it into the heavenly realm, allowing it to manifest as life, granting unique life experiences.
After Zhang Jian finished handling numerous memorials, Emperor Qi Yuan, seated on the royal throne, suddenly spoke.
"Prime Minister...I..."
He was somewhat nervous and timid.
Hearing this, Zhang Jian turned around, his gaze towards Emperor Qi Yuan, and said indifferently: "What does Your Majesty wish to say? Speak directly!"
Upon hearing this, Emperor Qi Yuan summoned courage and quickly said: "Prime Minister, I want to confer you as Imperial Tutor, is that possible?"
Zhang Jian turned around, looking at the young Emperor.
"Why did Your Majesty suddenly have this thought?"
Emperor Qi Yuan softly replied, meeting Zhang Jian’s gaze.
"Prime Minister’s wisdom is boundless, they all say the Prime Minister is a Saint, ancient wisdom says to have a Saint as a teacher is the foundation of the Mysterious Technique, I am fortunate to have the support of a Saint, invited by destiny, to ascend to the throne, eager to consult and heed advice at all times!"
Zhang Jian’s gaze was deep as he glanced at Emperor Qi Yuan.
Emperor Qi Yuan was timid, indecisive, but he was not foolish.
To maintain presence amidst the treacherous environment of the Palace of the Imperial Harem, the Eldest Prince possesses survival wisdom.
However, such methods are still too immature for Zhang Jian.
The title of Imperial Tutor holds little real value for him, merely a hollow reputation, but Emperor Qi Yuan could leverage his influence to gradually gain control over the Imperial Palace.
Zhang Jian would give Emperor Qi Yuan no hope.
Nor did he want him to overthink.
Zhang Jian replied indifferently: "I find the most joy in seeing Your Majesty happy and joyful. Other matters, Your Majesty needn’t worry about, nor should you!"
He directly left Jingtai Hall.
Amidst rows of candlelight, Emperor Qi Yuan seemed slightly lost, watching Zhang Jian’s departing figure sway in the candlelight, feeling a sudden chill blowing in, making him unconsciously clutch the dragon robe woven in dark-red tightly.
Several Little Yellow Sect members beside lowered their heads in quiet submission.
...
As Zhang Jian exited the Imperial Palace, Zhang Lu jogged up behind him.
"Lord, everything is handled properly!"
At this moment, he appeared beside Zhang Jian, winking slightly, though a lingering trace of Evil Qi remained in his eyes.
Behind him, his Life Plate had condensed into a winged white tiger-like star formation, eyes filled with reddish light.
Zhang Jian’s expression did not change, he said simply.
"Continue the investigation, keep a close watch on those royal relatives, recent changes in His Majesty have been significant, as he ages, many ideas may arise!"
Upon hearing, Zhang Lu furrowed his brows.
Then Zhang Jian cast another glance at Zhang Lu, asking:
"Ah Lu, you have now entered the Celestial Stage, next comes the Land Immortal Demon Realm, during this time each morning you may come to my residence, I will be explaining the Body Refining Technique every morning!"
Zhang Jian meant more than just Zhang Lu, naturally.
Also for many Martial Artists of military families.
Zhang Jian was also using this approach to cultivate the Zhang Family’s wings.
"Body Refining Technique?"
Zhang Lu’s eyes moved, displaying a hint of surprise.
Zhang Jian casually replied:
"Body Refining Technique refers to the Body Forging Martial Dao or Inner Refining Martial Dao, in ancient times, in some regions, Body Refining Techniques prevailed, their flesh bodies could traverse the skies and shatter the void, no less imposing than any Ancient Gods and Demons, ultimately attaining the embodiment of Divine Beast or Divine-Demon Body!"
Hearing this, Zhang Lu’s eyes brightened, he immediately clasped his fists.
"Thank you, Lord!"