Chapter 17 What Happened?

“Master! What happened?”

Yuan Xiang was shocked, but didn’t know what had happened. He wanted to step forward but hesitated, stamping his feet in anxiety.

“Teacher…”

Lin Baimei’s expression also changed drastically. He was at a loss, not knowing what had happened.

“I’m fine…”

Zeng San勉强 raised his hand, stopping the panic of the elephant and the man.

“Master.”

Yuan Xiang stepped forward, full of worry, “Your injuries are more serious…”

“It’s nothing.”

Zeng San took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. The purple between his eyebrows slowly faded, and his lowered eyelids concealed the shock in his eyes:

“Baimei, go out for me and appease the pedestrians, compensate them for their losses, and don’t let anyone take advantage of the chaos…”

Zeng San tried to calm his mind, but when he recalled that wisp of purple light, his heart still palpitated and he couldn’t calm down.

The Heavenly Person Qi Observation Technique was personally taught by the Master. It was the foremost of the Confucian seventy-two supernatural powers, best at observing qi. It could glimpse the past and future, and deduce the changes of heaven and earth.

Before, he had used various sounds of chanting prayers as a guide, wanting to use this technique to spy out the person behind these ‘gods’, but he didn’t expect to suffer a great backlash.

That wisp of purple qi…

“Yes…”

Lin Baimei had a belly full of doubts, but he nodded in response, turned around, and left the carriage.

Although the previous tremor was only limited to the carriage, Zeng San's realm was so high that even a slight overflow and leakage had caused a large number of people and horses to fall.

At this time, the surroundings were in chaos, dust filled the official road, and moans rose one after another.

“What exactly happened?”

Lin Baimei glanced back at the carriage, shook his head, stepped forward to appease the frightened merchants and passers-by.

In the carriage, Yuan Xiang was a little restless: “Master, could it be that behind these gods, are those…”

Its perception was keen. It could clearly perceive that its master's primordial spirit was unstable, his magic power was disordered, and the suppressed aura of the ‘Myriad Dragons Extinguishing Dao Great Divine Power’ had a boiling trend.

The Master of the Myriad Dragon Nest was a peerless figure in the world. If one couldn’t suppress the supernatural power he left behind, his master would probably pass away on the spot.

This naturally wouldn't happen suddenly. It was obviously related to the previous 'Road God'.

“Is it really a Xia Earth Deity?”

Pinching his trembling beard, Zeng San's heart couldn’t calm down for a while, and many thoughts rose and fell.

His family had been casting history for generations, not only Confucian history, but also the history of the world passed down to this day. Naturally, he knew many secrets that ordinary people could hardly know.

For example, the Great Xia Duty Earth God.

The so-called Duty Earth God was a ‘god’ born from the Great Xia Celestial Master's Mansion, which used great magic power to restrain the benevolent demon spirits and human souls in the world to resist the monsters and goblins in the world.

It didn’t accept the decree of heaven, but only obeyed the Celestial Master's Mansion, and only respected the ‘Ancestor of Earth Immortals’.

But with that earth-shattering turmoil, everything had been buried. The Earth Deity had also become a taboo, and there had been no news of it for tens of thousands of years.

Now it actually reappeared between heaven and earth…

As various thoughts flashed in his mind, Zeng San frowned slightly, raised his eyebrows, and looked outside the car curtain that was lifted by the wind.

In the long sky, several streams of light roared, their speed was extremely fast. In just a few moments, they had already arrived above the official road:

“May I ask, is it the esteemed Old Master Zeng in the carriage below?”

“People from the Jingye Division…”

Yuan Xiang flicked his nose and snorted coldly with some disgust: “Knowing that my master is here, how dare you look down from above?”

The Spirit Spring Dao prohibited people from flying across, but the Jingye Division was the only exception.

As Yuan Xiang snorted coldly, an invisible and substantial majestic force burst out from the carriage. With just a horizontal push, it seemed to strike all these streams of light on the ground with one blow.

“Yuan Xiang?”

A slightly surprised exclamation came from the stream of light. Immediately, the stream of light scattered, and several middle-aged men in soap-colored clothes landed.

Glancing at Yuan Xiang who was furious in the carriage, he bowed and said: “We were reckless, please don’t blame us, Master.”

Confucianism was a prominent school in the world, and its status in the three great imperial dynasties, especially the Great Zhou Imperial Court, was extremely high.

Although Zeng San was not the leader of the ‘Saint’ or ‘King’ families, his status was also extremely high. Even the Jingye Division, with its great power, dared not neglect him.

“Ignorance is no excuse.”

Zeng San's brows relaxed. The carriage had already moved across the sky, avoiding the noisy official road, and landed on the wilderness outside the official road:

“Several of you have come to greet me from afar. I wonder what is the matter?”

The masters of the Jingye Division looked at each other, and they also approached the carriage, first respectfully saluted, and then said:

“In response to Master Zeng, we are here to welcome Master at the order of our Division Master.”

“I heard that Division Master Zhang has been in seclusion for many years, how can he have the leisure to see this old man?”

Zeng San sat still, smoothing out his turbulent aura, but a trace of thought flashed in his eyes.

In the Great Zhou Imperial Court, the Emperor was supreme. When the Emperor was absent, the Crown Prince supervised the country. The High Priest presided over the laws and regulations. In addition to this, the Jingye Division Master and the Three Dukes and Nine Ministers were the most honored.

Zhang Fengfu's position was even above the Three Dukes, and he had no friendship with him. Suddenly inviting him…

“The Division Master has been out of seclusion for many years, as for why he wants to see Master, it is not something we can know.”

The masters of the Jingye Division looked respectful, but did not answer Zeng San's doubts, but said: “Please follow us for a trip, Master, and it will be good to personally ask the Division Master…”

“Bold!”

Yuan Xiang flicked his nose, and roared in anger. The sound waves rumbled like thousands of lightning bolts rolling, shaking the long sky: “Zhang Fengfu is so rude, inviting my master to his door, is this how he treats him?!”

When Yuan Xiang was angry, the world changed color.

The extremely majestic blood energy soared into the sky and rolled. Naturally, rolling thunderclouds were attracted by his blood energy and intertwined with each other. In a few moments, they had turned into dark clouds covering the sky.

“Please don’t be angry, Master…”

The masters of the Jingye Division seemed not to care about the changes in the sky, and bowed as before: “Please believe Master, our Division Master has absolutely no intention of neglecting you, it’s just that, some things cannot be said.”

“Oh?”

Zeng San raised his hand, dispersing the gathered dark clouds and wind, and said lightly: “In that case, let’s go for a trip.”

Yuan Xiang moved his body, jumped out of the carriage, flicked his nose and took the reins from the trembling Jiaolong horse. With a movement of his body, he had already pulled up the carriage.

He didn’t forget to look back at Lin Baimei: “Boy Lin, aren’t you going to follow?”

“Coming right away!”

Lin Baimei naturally paid attention to the location of the carriage all the time. Hearing the call at this time, he hurriedly dropped the silver coins, and also rose into the air, landing in front of the carriage.

The masters of the Jingye Division frowned slightly, and also rose into the air, turning into streamers and breaking through the air.

“Jingye Division…”

In the carriage, Lin Baimei stared at the streamers, with doubts in his heart. The Jingye Division was the number one violent institution in Great Zhou, and had always been at odds with Confucianism. How could they invite Master Zeng?

While he was wondering, the streamers suddenly accelerated past the carriage, pulling out scorching winds and air currents, heading towards a distant city.

“Humph!”

Yuan Xiang snorted coldly, and also accelerated, and before long, he had surpassed the middle-aged men again.

After repeating this several times, the streamers suddenly landed, but the city had arrived.

“Land in the distance, do not fly over the city!”

Yuan Xiang was thinking of completely surpassing the others, but he heard Zeng San speak in the carriage, his body shook, and he had to fall from the clouds.

“Old Master Zeng.”

The masters of the Jingye Division also landed behind the carriage, and bowed respectfully: “Our Division Master is in Panlong City at this moment…”

Lin Baimei bowed and lifted the car curtain. Zeng San walked down the carriage unhurriedly. Just a glance, his brows suddenly furrowed, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes:

“Why is it Panlong City?”

Panlong City was the ancestral home of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the birthplace of the Great Zhou Taizu, and had once been the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

However, tens of thousands of years had passed, and only symbolic significance remained.

Whether it was prosperity or something else, it was not as good as other big cities or important cities, and could only be regarded as an ancient city.

It was just because of its special significance that many people lived here.

“Division Master he…” The masters of the Jingye Division were about to say something.

“No need to lead the way, this old man will go find him himself.”

Zeng San waved his hand, took a step forward, and had already disappeared directly in front of everyone's eyes. His speed was so fast that even the people present, who were all masters, couldn’t see any trace of him.

“Master!”

Yuan Xiang甩 dropped the carriage and was about to follow, but was blocked by the masters of the Jingye Division: “Stay!”

“How dare you stop me!”

Yuan Xiang was about to get angry, but Lin Baimei also followed up, grabbed Yuan Xiang's tail, and said in a deep voice: “It's Master who doesn't want us to enter the city…”

“Panlong City is the ancestral home of Great Zhou. Although you are an Yuan Xiang, if you dare to clash with the ancestral fortune, Master may not be able to save you!”

The masters of the Jingye Division lowered their eyebrows, but were neither humble nor overbearing. Their auras were intertwined with each other, forming an iron curtain that blocked Yuan Xiang.

Yuan Xiang snorted a few times at the people, still turned around fiercely, flicked his nose, scattered a large cloud of clouds in the long sky, and let out rolling thunderous explosions.

……

Although Panlong City was an ancient city, the walls, roads, and repairs of many houses were extremely good, perfectly preserving the atmosphere of the years, without any defects or decay.

Although there were not many people in the city, it was considered lively.

Zeng San took a step and had already crossed the city gate, formation, and entered Panlong City. A slight sweep of his eyes had already discovered the abnormality.

In this famous ancient city of Great Zhou, the ancestral land of Great Zhou, there were also auras similar to ‘Road God’, ‘Door God’, and ‘Giant Spirit God’!

Although this aura was faint and inaudible, ordinary Yuanshen cultivators might not be able to detect it, but it couldn’t be concealed from him.

“Here…”

Zeng San stared for a moment and then stepped forward, walking through the streets unhurriedly, sweeping over the various statues, and thinking more in his heart.

Before long, he had walked through half of the city and came to the end of a small alley.

This was a quiet small courtyard. It was not big, but it was very clean. Even though the door was spotless, there was still a tall young man cleaning.

“Good boy, good boy…”

Looking at the young man, Zeng San stroked his long beard, and his eyes lit up: “Young man, what is your name? Who is your family elder?”

This young man was slender, his physique was almost perfect, and his face was even more handsome than a god. Of all the men and women he had seen in his life, no one could compare with him in terms of body and appearance.

“Hmm?”

Hearing Zeng San’s question, the young man slowly raised his head and responded with a smile: “My name is Yang Jian. May I ask, what is your name, old gentleman?”