C146 Call Me Brother
C146 Call Me Brother
However, what really surprised Yang Xuan was the towering red walls in front of him.
"This is... a formation?"
He looked at the old man who had alighted from the carriage in front of him and asked uncertainly.
This feeling was somewhat similar to the feeling he had when he was in the Bai family's Treasure Pavilion. It was as if there was a huge mountain in front of him. It was lofty, majestic, and unshakable.
However, the place in front of him gave him a bigger feeling, just that it was not that exquisite.
The old man turned around, and his eyes seemed to be somewhat oppressive as he said, "The Fellow Daoist really has good eyesight, to actually be able to see through the grand formation in the imperial palace with a single glance. It's truly a study of the heavens and the earth!"
Yang Xuan chewed on the meaning in his words, and didn't say anything else.
According to what the old man had said, the grand formation must have used some sort of hidden technique. However, with the help of the Heavenly Eye, the intense fluctuations of these Spiritual Force were simply unable to escape his senses.
"This grand formation has a rough look. Although it has a grand momentum, it is a little rough. Not to mention the formation in Desolate Ancient Land, even the one in the Bai family's Treasure Pavilion can't compare to it. It must be used to deal with ordinary people!"
He thought to himself, and his vigilance was mostly gone.
Although he was here as a guest, he still had to guard against it. Obviously, this so-called grand formation was not in the content that he was guarding against.
If an army were to attack, this grand formation would surely be of great use. However, it was somewhat lacking when dealing with cultivators like them.
In his senses, even a Second Stage warrior could ignore this grand formation and enter and exit freely.
While he was thinking, a commotion suddenly came from the main entrance of the imperial palace.
"Welcome, Your Majesty!"
It was unknown who shouted first, but all the soldiers around knelt down. The old man and the burly man surnamed Wu stood at the front and cupped their hands in greeting.
Yang Xuan raised his head and looked over. He saw a man wearing a black and gold robe with a crown on his head striding out from the palace gates.
This man had a square face and his expression was solemn. He had an imposing manner and there was even a small mustache on his chin. The thing that was lacking in beauty was that this dignified face had some white hair on his head.
Behind him, a group of eunuchs and maids were following closely behind with small steps. Each of them bowed respectfully.
"Is this the master of Chiang Country?"
Yang Xuan thought to himself. He had guessed the identity of the other party, but he didn't move. He just stood there in a daze.
"Two honorable elders, thank you for your hard work."
The man first walked to the front of the old man and the burly man with the surname Wu. He nodded and showed a smile on his face.
"Your Majesty, it's serious. It was just a small effort, but..."
"It's fine. I will handle this myself."
The dignified man raised his hand to stop the old man's words. After a slight nod, he bypassed them and walked towards Yang Xuan.
When he arrived in front of him, Yang Xuan cupped his hands and said, "You must be the master of Chiang Country, right? This Yang greets you."
"Haha, I have long heard of the great name of the Immortal Master. Now that I have seen it, I can't believe that you are so young. You are truly a god!"
The master of Chiang Country burst into laughter. He didn't have the airs of a king at all. It was as if he was meeting an old friend. He was very enthusiastic. "My surname is Jiang. I have also practiced some immortal spells in my early years. However, my talent is dull and I haven't made any achievements. Logically speaking, I should call Mr Yang senior."
As soon as he said this, the eyes of the people around him revealed a trace of fear. As for the old man who was watching from a distance, he had a faint smile on his face.
Yang Xuan was somewhat startled by the words of the Chiang Country's Master. He hurriedly said, "King Chiang is too serious. I can't afford to be addressed like this."
"If that's the case, then I'll be a little thick-skinned. How about I call you Mr Yang?"
"This..."
Yang Xuan was stunned for a moment, but King Chiang pretended that he agreed and continued to speak.
"Mr Yang, there is no need to take it to heart. You are not a person of Chiang Country, so you naturally do not need to care about my identity."
"This... Alright!"
Yang Xuan nodded. This was similar to what he had thought. It was only because of the dignity of a king that he hesitated.
"That's good."
King Chiang's face showed a trace of joy. He patted Yang Xuan's shoulder without hesitation. "Mr Yang, this place is not a place to stay for a long time. I have prepared a big feast in the palace. Little brother, can you give me some face and go with me?"
"King Chiang must be joking."
Yang Xuan was embarrassed by his enthusiasm. Looking at the shocked faces of the people around him, his eyes were focused and he was thinking about something. He followed Emperor Chiang into the palace.
The old man and the burly man with the surname Wu also followed him. However, they deliberately slowed down their pace and pulled some distance between them.
"Elder Zhuang... His Majesty..."
The burly man surnamed Wu looked at the back of the figure in front of him. There was some worry in his eyes. He wanted to say something but stopped himself.
The old man's expression remained calm, and he was not affected by what had just happened.
"Don't worry. Although His Majesty's cultivation is not high, he has a good eye for people. He naturally has his own reasons for doing so."
"But, that man surnamed Yang is only a Third Stage warrior after all. Is there a need to treat him like this?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man gave him a fierce glare. "What do you mean by 'nothing more'? This is the highest cultivation base in Chiang Country. Don't think that you can disrespect him just because Old Li and I are here."
The old man's expression gradually turned serious as he looked at the skinny figure in front of him. He said in a deep voice, "This Fellow Daoist Yang is not simple. His Spiritual Force is very strange. It gives me an indescribable feeling. Even though he has the Golden Spirit Gourd in his hand... In front of him, I can't feel much of a chance of winning either."
"What!?"
The burly man surnamed Wu was shocked in his heart and was somewhat shocked.
He was only a Second Stage warrior, and Yang Xuan was a Third Stage warrior. The difference between the two of them was like heaven and earth, and it was impossible to tell how strong they were. Now that the old man had mentioned it, he had a rough idea of what to do.
"Now you know."
The old man chuckled. "It's all thanks to that Fellow Daoist Yang's magnanimity. If not, I wouldn't have been able to stop him if he insisted on attacking you."
Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the burly man named Wu. He secretly swallowed his saliva and didn't say anything.
The old man continued, "Of course, His Majesty doesn't only care about Fellow Daoist Yang's strength."
His face revealed a look of emotion, "I have been cultivating for more than seventy years, but I have only barely reached the Third Stage. Even so, I am already a rare genius in the Chiang Country. But this Fellow Daoist Yang is only a teenager now. Either he had extraordinary talent, or he had a terrifying power backing him."