Chương 254: Casual Chat 12

Chapter 254 A Few Casual Remarks The moonlight was bright and clear!

Qingcheng Mountain was completely silent.

Unlike here, the internet is in an uproar.

"Stunning female warriors are fighting and getting into a brawl!"

Is it a competition to see who is better or just jealousy?

The top-tier alien beasts are attacking, and it turns out he's the one pulling the strings behind the scenes!

The killing beasts have returned to the mortal realm, their cries of blood calling for Emperor Zhao!

All sorts of outlandish and sensational articles and short videos have ignited the entire internet.

The events that unfolded during the beast-hunting operation were posted online by countless netizens.

From Mo Ling'er hunting exotic beasts to the two women fighting each other, and then to the appearance of the Golden Winged Tiger, where the two women joined forces to fight a powerful enemy, it all seems like a love-hate relationship.

People's imaginations ran wild, and all sorts of versions of love, hate, and revenge stories came up.

Unfortunately, their abilities were limited, and they couldn't see what was happening high in the sky. Otherwise, they would have seen Zhao Rui leaving with the two women.

The fire of gossip can burn through the entire internet.

Even so, some people still discovered the whereabouts of the Chihu. After all, such a large creature landing on Qingcheng Mountain was bound to attract attention.

Of course, this was something Zhao Rui did intentionally.

However, online, people only care about trending topics, and understanding the truth becomes secondary.

As long as there's a topic to discuss, that's fine.

Today, martial arts are flourishing, and technology is experiencing explosive breakthroughs, leading to a new reshuffling of all industries.

Many people felt lost and anxious, and the internet became the best place to vent.

They freely create all sorts of topics and trending topics, vying to become top online broadcasters.

Unlike the online public, various offline forces have fallen into a state of tension.

They discovered that Qingcheng Mountain's strength had now exceeded their expectations.

If this strange beast is truly subdued by Qingcheng Mountain, then no one in the entire Central Plains will be able to stop Qingcheng Mountain's advance by force.

In the secluded area behind Shaolin Temple, Huai Xiang and his three senior brothers sat cross-legged, their faces solemn.

"Even if the three of us, along with the four of us, used the Shaolin Subduing Demons Four Symbols Formation, we could at most contend with one transcendent being. As for Qingcheng now, I'm afraid—" Huai Xiang frowned and said that the four of them had been in seclusion for many years, which was a secret method hidden by Shaolin.

Last time, due to the invasion of foreign enemies, Huai Xiang had no choice but to show himself and hold up Shaolin Temple.

Unexpectedly, the martial arts world is progressing too fast these days. In such a short time, someone has already reached the realm of transcending the domain.

That profound and mysterious realm was something that even after years of arduous meditation, the four of them had never reached; they had only scratched the surface.

Even so, they were confident that with the combined strength of the four of them and the combined power of the seventy-two Shaolin arts, they could fight against someone who had truly transcended the realm of immortality.

This is the essence of Shaolin Temple, a thousand-year-old ancient temple.

This is also the source of their confidence in remaining calm and collected.

"Throughout the millennia, countless powerful figures have emerged in the martial arts world, but only Shaolin has stood the test of time. This is because we have been able to assess the situation and adapt to changing circumstances. Now that Qingcheng is thriving, what does it matter if Shaolin relinquishes the title of the grandmaster of the martial arts world?"

Huai Xiang, who is also the most senior person in Shaolin, said with his palms together.

"What you say is very true, Senior Brother! Huai Xiang, go and inform the abbot of my opinion."

"Yes, Senior Brother!"

Huai responded and headed straight for the abbot's residence at Shaolin Temple.

The following day, news spread that Shaolin Temple would be closed for a year.

The news caused an uproar throughout the martial arts world.

"Is this an attempt to avoid the brunt of Qingcheng Mountain's attack?"

"But isn't Qingcheng Mountain also closed to the public?"

"This world of martial arts is becoming increasingly incomprehensible."

"It's right that you don't understand. Today's society is completely different from that of the Song Dynasty. How can they be compared?"

Martial arts practitioners were abuzz with discussion, but the overall situation in the martial arts world had already quietly changed.

Not long after news of Shaolin's closure of its mountain stronghold spread, other sects such as Emei, Dong, and Huashan also chose to retreat into seclusion, prohibiting their disciples from leaving the mountain without permission.

For a time, the entire martial arts world entered a rare period of calm.

The originally grand beast-hunting operation had to be disrupted by the temporary withdrawal of various factions, forcing the organization to recruit a large number of skilled individuals from the general public.

Suddenly, previously disappeared heretical figures and folk religious masters reappeared in the public eye.

This series of changes was completely unexpected by Qingcheng Mountain.

However, it didn't have a significant impact. After all, the current state of the Central Plains is not the same as the former Song Dynasty. It's possible that some evil forces or heretics might emerge to wreak havoc on the world.

Currently, the order of the entire Central Plains is still under the control of the government.

It won't be chaotic.

During a video conference at a base in Dongqi Province, someone mentioned the current situation, especially regarding Qingcheng Mountain where Zhao Rui is located.

"Mr. Ge, based on your understanding of Zhao Rui, how do you think things will develop?"

Someone frowned and asked Ge Changsheng, the founder of the Martial Arts Academy of Dongqi University.

"I can't say for sure, but Zhao Rui isn't the kind of person who cares about power. His personality is somewhat similar to mine; he's indifferent to fame and fortune yet values relationships and loyalty."

"In that case, it seems the best course of action is to show goodwill."

"Well, since Qingcheng Mountain chose to close the mountain when it should have been most prominent, isn't that a kind of attitude?"

"Understood, I will report this to my superiors truthfully."

After ending the call, Ge Changsheng shook his head slightly. He had only told half of what he wanted to say: Zhao Rui was indifferent to fame and fortune, but he was also a person who held grudges.

It's hard to say what the future trends will be like.

The problems of the Shang and Zhou dynasties remain unresolved, and strange phenomena have appeared in outer space. Amidst these internal and external troubles, let's hope no one misjudges the situation.

There is no such thing as a peaceful and tranquil life; it's just that someone is bearing the burden.

Ge Changsheng looked at the rows of mecha warriors behind the thick bulletproof glass wall and couldn't help but sigh.

"Zhao Rui, can you handle this?!"

Zhao Rui, who was being eyed by various forces, was currently flying to Da Shang with Miao Miaomiao and Mo Ling'er to attend the enthronement ceremony of King Chonghou.

"Once we arrive in Da Shang, let alone male models, I can summon any kind of man for you—celebrities, actors, martial arts masters—cough cough!"

"Oh, don't be so petty. We're just having fun. Besides, you can pick any maid you want from my household. If you want a celebrity, I can find you one too—"

"Oh, I was just saying, how petty of me."

Mo Ling'er covered her bottom, looking very unhappy.

"You're not allowed to follow her example! Stay away from her from now on."

Zhao Rui glared at Mo Ling'er with annoyance, then gave Miao Miaomiao a warning look.

"Hehe, Sister Mo is just trying to annoy you."

Miao Miaomiao covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

"It's best if it's a joke."

Zhao Rui sneered.

Mo Ling'er was so frightened that she stuck out her tongue and dared not talk nonsense anymore.

Braving the strong winds, the three sped along and soon arrived at the new capital of the Great Shang Dynasty.

The capital was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, filled with joy and an atmosphere of peace and prosperity.

King Chonghou had ruled this place for many years, and the people and subordinates here basically only recognized him as their king.

King Zigui, who had abandoned his homeland and only knew how to enjoy himself, was not liked by the people and soldiers. Therefore, when King Zigui came to the territory of the new Shang Dynasty, the people were not very happy.

Instead, they secretly hoped that King Chonghou would take some action.

Now that King Chonghou has finally driven out King Zigui and become the ruler of the Great Shang, the entire Great Shang is naturally filled with joy and jubilation from top to bottom.

"Wow, is this your house?"

As Miao Miaomiao approached the Mo residence, she exclaimed in disbelief.

She had tried her best to imagine it as luxurious, but when she actually saw the real thing, she couldn't help but be amazed.

Compared to the Yu Mo Mansion, no mansion or villa can compare.

There's simply no comparison.

"The Lord Wizard has returned to the palace!"

As Mo Ling'er appeared, the guards at the gate hurriedly bowed and saluted, and the messenger relayed the message to the mansion layer by layer.

Soon, two graceful young women, accompanied by a group of maids, walked out quickly.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

"Rise, all of you. Is Father in the manor?"

"Your Excellency reports that the head of the household is out and has not returned. The young master is at home."

"Okay, I understand."

Mo Ling'er nodded and led the two inside.

Miao Miaomiao stuck out her tongue at Zhao Rui, clearly indicating that all of this was beyond her imagination as a modern person.

The three passed through palace gates and courtyards, finally finding Mo Longteng enjoying the flowers with his wives and concubines in a garden the size of a football field.

"Brother Zhao, haha, it really took my sister's help. Your abrupt departure has made the Marquis and my father very worried."

Mo Longteng stood up and laughed heartily.

"Some worldly matters. Brother Mo has a refined taste."

"I'm bored, Yun'er, this is Zhao Rui, the outstanding man from Zhongzhou I mentioned before—"

"Good day, Madam!"

After exchanging greetings, everyone sat down in the pavilion, chatting and enjoying the flowers and fish.

The fish fed in this pond are all of rare breeds, with extremely pleasing appearances. Each one is lively and agile, clearly not ordinary.

During this time, servants would occasionally come by carrying various snacks and treats, including not only ancient foods from the Great Zhou Dynasty, but also delicious Western pastries and delicacies from today.

The variety of species is astonishing.

These servants would also peel the fruit, remove the pulp, place it on a plate, and prepare various delicious drinks on the spot to quench everyone's thirst.

Miao Miaomiao had never received such treatment before, and she was so reserved that she didn't know what to do.

It took me quite a while to get used to it.

After chatting for more than half an hour, Mo Wuji returned to his residence and immediately met with Zhao Rui.

He expressed the King of Chonghou's greetings and concern for him, and hinted that he would be granted the title of Prince after his coronation and when he bestowed titles upon his officials.

Upon hearing Mo Wuji's words, Zhao Rui was taken aback. A feudal lord?

Is the effort to win them over really that big?

However, upon reflection, it seems to make sense. Putting aside Zhao Rui's high level of martial arts, there are only a handful of people in the entire Great Zhou who can rival him. Just consider that Zhao Rui defeated the Oran people and drove away the Guixu Beast, causing Zigui Wang to suffer a crushing defeat.

Such merit is enough to be granted the title of marquis or king.

"In that case, thank you, Your Majesty."

Zhao Rui accepted it calmly; these material possessions were things he could easily obtain if he wanted them.

He didn't really care about it, but if someone offered it to him, he naturally wouldn't refuse.

"I wonder what your Central Plains think of King Zigui and the current king?"

Mo Wuji asked tentatively.

"I am just an ordinary citizen and I don't get involved in these politics. You can send envoys to communicate with each other and reduce unnecessary friction."

Zhao Rui said with a smile.

"I will report this matter to the King. Our two nations share the same roots and origins, and we should have more exchanges in the future."

Hearing Mo Wuji's words, Zhao Rui casually gave a couple of perfunctory replies.

He didn't want to get involved in these things, nor did he want to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

As long as it doesn't affect his and his family's daily life, it's fine.

After talking with Mo Wuji for most of the day, Zhao Rui was finally escorted to a secluded residence to await the commencement of the coronation ceremony.

Meanwhile, tens of thousands of miles away on the continent of Pangu.

A majestic and magnificent hall stands tall atop the snow-capped mountain.

The wide steps stretch as far as the eye can see, extending from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, with countless steps.

Dozens of people dressed in various styles walked swiftly from the foot of the mountain and quickly entered the main hall.

"Oh? In that case, I should send someone to offer my congratulations."

"Your Majesty, the whereabouts of Prince Zigui are unknown. I suspect it may be related to the Central Plains."

"Zhongzhou? They have big ambitions, but unfortunately, in the face of absolute power, all their tricks are just clown acts."

On the throne, the man's eyes flashed like lightning. As his words fell, snowflakes began to fall throughout the ceremony.

At the same time, there was also the power of thunder; as the snowflakes fell, they struck the ground with a violent crackling sound of electricity.

"Your Majesty's divine skills are unparalleled—" The people below bowed and offered words of praise.

"Everyone, get out!"

After the important matters were discussed, the man on the throne gestured for everyone to leave.

Once everyone had left, the man began clutching his chest, his face deathly pale as he gasped for breath.

"This breakthrough was too hasty! Those despicable demons."

The man sighed helplessly.

"Order the Palace Master of the Mingwang Palace in the Great Snow Mountain to immediately set up camp at the boundary wall and closely monitor the movements of the Heavenly Demons."

The man waved his hand, and a dark figure descended from the sky. Upon receiving the order, the figure disappeared from the hall without saying a word.

Time flies, and three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Rui changed into the attire of the Shang Dynasty, took the two women with him, and headed to the place where he was to be enthroned.

As the "King" of the new era, King Chonghou has always been quite enlightened and good at absorbing good things.

This is how Central Asia was preserved intact.

For this grand ceremony, King Chonghou incorporated many modern elements, making the entire event both luxurious and solemn.

Once outside the ceremony, Zhao Rui and Mo Longteng stepped onto the stairs, while Mo Ling'er and the other two remained outside, experiencing the excitement of the ordinary people.

"They dare to come under the banner of the Great Zhou?"

Just then, a procession riding small to medium-sized mythical beasts suddenly appeared on the street outside the ceremony.

Although the number of soldiers in this group was incorrect, their imposing presence suggested they were seasoned veterans.

The group made no attempt to conceal their identity, openly displaying the banners of the Great Shang Dynasty and marching imposingly toward the location of the celebration ceremony.

Before long, officials came forward and whispered among themselves for a long time. The group seemed quite dissatisfied and in the end only sent the chief and deputy envoys to accompany the officials to the main hall of the celebration.

The other soldiers were left behind.

They stood solemnly with their eyes lowered, their expressions grave, but their posture upright. The strange beasts around them occasionally shook their heads, but none of them dared to run away.

"Their military discipline is so strict? Are these the soldiers of the Great Zhou?"

Miao Miaomiao, who was strolling outside on the street, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise when she saw this scene.