Protect Our Patriarch-Chapter 87Book 5: : Invite Chaoyang King to East Qian for a short stay

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Upon hearing Wang Anye's words, Physician Jinghong was nearly infuriated to death.

In the Immortal Dynasty, although he wasn't the strongest healer, he was still quite renowned.

The illness of the Chaoyang King was a result of accumulated old injuries from repeated battles on the battlefield, and the poison she suffered from was left by a high-level Void Realm demon from the outer regions she had slain, making it extremely troublesome.

Many experts in the Immortal Dynasty had tried to treat it, but all were helpless against this poison and injury, even the Immortal Emperor and Immortal Sovereign were powerless.

Yet, a mere child dared to boast about treating it.

"Go, go, don't cause trouble here." Jinghong waved his hand irritably.

With his temper, he naturally wanted to teach this ignorant child a lesson, but he couldn't risk the life of the Chaoyang King.

Wang Anye frowned but patiently said, "The greatest feature of wood-based profound energy is healing and dissolving. By forcibly suppressing the injuries and poison like this, you're not addressing the root cause, and it will only make the next outbreak more severe."

"Hmph, do you think I don't know that?" Jinghong retorted angrily, "If it could be healed and dissolved, why would I resort to such a desperate measure? Get out of here quickly, if you delay His Highness's treatment, no number of lives you have will be enough to compensate."

Wang Anye had a good temper, but that didn't mean others were as patient.

Before Wang Anye could say anything more, his Spirit Artifact, the Boundless Young Lady, couldn't hold back her temper: "Hey, it's one thing if you can't do it yourself, but why won't you let our Anye treat it if he can?"

"He's just afraid of losing credit." The Sword Ji and Formation Ji also materialized from the treasure in his mind, two charming young female spirit artifacts, one holding a sword and the other a formation disk, their sharp words bombarded Jinghong like cannonballs, "Some people are just narrow-minded, petty, envious of the capable, relying on their age, boasting loudly but lacking real skill~"

"You! You all!!"

Surrounded by a group of "young ladies," Jinghong was so furious that he almost staggered, nearly spitting blood.

"Ladies, please don't insult him, Physician Jinghong just doesn't understand me yet." Wang Anye felt a headache coming on.

The spirit artifacts around him all had strong personalities, and the more there were, the more troublesome it became when they argued. Fortunately, Seventh Sister was still asleep in the storage ring, otherwise, it would be even more "lively."

"Then let Anye give it a try." The Chaoyang King glanced at the Sword Ji and Formation Ji, her face, pale with deathly aura, was extremely calm.

Life and death had become indifferent to her.

"Your Highness, this..." Jinghong wanted to persuade further.

"Enough, the best outcome is just a few more years of life anyway." The Chaoyang King waved her hand indifferently, "I've made my decision, no need to say more."

Her tone was still very calm, but there was an undeniable authority in her gaze, inadvertently revealing her majesty.

Jinghong had no choice but to step back, still watching Wang Anye vigilantly, ready to take over at any sign of trouble.

"Your Highness, please forgive my impudence." Wang Anye stepped forward and cupped his hands.

"No matter, Young Master Anye, please proceed." The Chaoyang King raised her arm, indicating she was ready for Wang Anye to act.

Wang Anye wasn't intimidated, he stood where Jinghong had been, reaching out to take her wrist, channeling his profound energy into her body.

Although Wang Anye primarily cultivated swordsmanship and formations, it didn't mean he was weak in healing. For those with wood-based bloodlines, healing was an instinct ingrained in their blood, the difference was only in strength and focus.

Influenced by Wang Shouzhe's bloodline, Wang Anye's blood naturally carried a faint power of life essence, fundamentally different from ordinary wood-based bloodlines.

Under Wang Anye's profound energy treatment, the hidden injuries in the Chaoyang King's body began to slowly alleviate, and even the demonic poison within her started to be gradually dissolved by his profound energy.

Limited by Wang Anye's cultivation level and the thinness of his life essence power, the process was very slow, but over time, the deathly aura on the Chaoyang King's face noticeably faded.

"Hmm?"

Jinghong's eyes widened in shock. What was going on with this kid?

He knew better than anyone how difficult the Chaoyang King's injuries were. Over the years, he had tried countless methods and treatment plans, only able to temporarily suppress them, never truly heal.

Such severe injuries, could this kid really treat them? And judging by the Chaoyang King's state, it seemed she was indeed improving?

What was the origin of this kid's bloodline, to be so powerful?

"Wonderful, Her Highness's injuries can be healed!"

The maids were overjoyed, their gazes towards Wang Anye changed.

The Chaoyang King was the pillar of the Chaoyang King's residence, her injuries affected not just her, but the rise and fall of the entire residence.

Originally, as the Chaoyang King's injuries worsened, they were worried about their future, but if there was hope for her injuries to be healed, everything would be different.

Everything seemed to be moving in a positive direction.

Suddenly.

The demonic poison within the Chaoyang King seemed to sense a crisis, suddenly becoming agitated, transforming into a sinister and dangerous torrent, rushing towards the direction of Wang Anye's profound energy.

In just a blink, it scattered the profound energy Wang Anye had injected into her body, following his fingers on her wrist, attempting to counterattack Wang Anye!

The Chaoyang King's eyes sharpened, she immediately wanted to suppress the demonic poison with her cultivation.

However, she was no longer at her peak, how could she suppress it?

Seeing the poison about to invade Wang Anye's body, the deathly aura reappeared on the Chaoyang King's face, and Jinghong's expression changed drastically.

"Not good! Young Master Anye, be careful!"

He rushed forward, ready to take over and suppress the demonic poison.

However, before he could stand firm, Wang Anye's eyes sharpened, and his aura exploded.

A powerful presence suddenly swept through the room.

At the same time, Wang Anye's Dharma Aspect—a towering, verdant tree—appeared behind him.

With Wang Anye's advancement to the Purple Mansion Realm, his bloodline power had awakened to the seventh level, even his Dharma Aspect had become more solid, its appearance gradually changing.

The verdant tree's branches and leaves spread, the red-black trunk stood tall, the dense canopy like an umbrella, enveloping Wang Anye in its shadow like a pillar supporting the sky.

Rich green light blossomed, divine might filled the entire room.

Under the support of powerful bloodline power, Wang Anye's profound energy surged, managing to resist the demonic poison's invasion in a flash.

Two forces, one green and one black, used Wang Anye and the Chaoyang King's bodies as a battlefield, suddenly locked in a stalemate.

"This is..."

Seeing the Dharma Aspect behind Wang Anye, the Chaoyang King's eyes flashed, a rare look of surprise appeared on her face, which had only slightly changed color even when her old injuries flared up.

Others might not recognize this tree, but she had seen it before.

The royal family's library was extensive, with some books being top-secret materials, only accessible to a select few. As a princess of the Immortal Dynasty, she had high authority and naturally knew more than others.

She had seen this tree in the notes left by the third generation Immortal Emperor during their exploration of an outer world. It described a Dao Tree, with a red-black trunk, green leaves, and a crystalline appearance, connecting heaven and earth, supporting a world.

The tree was so special that it was even illustrated. Therefore, the Chaoyang King had a deep impression of it.

Although Wang Anye's Dharma Aspect hadn't yet borne fruit, the other parts were almost identical to the illustration, making it hard for her to mistake it.

But that tree... was clearly a Dao Tree!

A Dao Tree was an existence even stronger than an Immortal Tree, its essence was akin to the Heavenly Dao, a world being able to nurture one was already a miracle.

How could such an existence appear in a human's Dharma Aspect?!

This matter was beyond her understanding, the Chaoyang King was stunned, confused, unable to make sense of it for a moment.

At this time, Wang Anye, who was locked in a stalemate with the demonic poison, was gradually turning pale.

After all, he was only at the Purple Mansion Realm, even with a strong bloodline, the total amount of profound energy in his body was still at the Purple Mansion level. In a state of full bloodline power explosion, the consumption of profound energy was enormous, making it increasingly difficult for him to maintain.

"It's enough. You've done your best..." The Chaoyang King sighed.

But before she could finish her sentence, Wang Anye gritted his teeth, flipped his hand, and a green leaf appeared in his palm.

The leaf was palm-shaped, only the size of a hand, but it was as if carved from jade, exuding a vast and boundless life force.

With a pinch of his fingers, the leaf shattered in Wang Anye's palm.

The vast life force surged out, and before it could disperse, it was controlled by Wang Anye and poured into the Chaoyang King's body.

Streams of green light surged.

Almost instantly, the surging black demonic poison within the Chaoyang King, as if hitting a massive wave, was pushed back by a wave.

The foremost portion of the black demonic poison was forcibly dispelled, dissipating into wisps of black mist.

Under the impact of the vast life force, the originally united, army-like black demonic poison quickly fell apart, forced to disperse into strands, gradually being completely dissolved.

Following that.

The vast life force flooded her limbs and bones, replenishing her depleted vitality. Almost instantly, the Chaoyang King's complexion visibly lost its grayness, gradually becoming rosy.

No wonder it's a life-saving trump card refined from Granny Li's tree leaves, it's indeed effective~

Wang Anye breathed a sigh of relief, withdrawing his hand from the Chaoyang King's wrist.

Jinghong rushed forward nervously to check her pulse.

"This, this, this... how is this possible?" His expression changed repeatedly, quickly turning from nervousness to joy and disbelief, "It's really improved. Not only has a lot of the residual foreign demonic poison been dissolved, but her vitality has also been replenished... Your Highness, in your current state, as long as you don't engage in combat, you can live for at least several more decades!"

He was so excited that he was almost in tears.

Since he started treating the Chaoyang King, this was undoubtedly the most effective treatment!

"Even so." Wang Anye didn't show much joy, still looking worried, "But Your Highness has too many old injuries, causing severe damage to bodily functions, and the foreign poison lurking in the body is very persistent, currently only a portion of the exposed poison has been dissolved. There are still traces of foreign toxins throughout Your Highness's flesh and meridians..."

"No matter." The Chaoyang King's complexion had improved significantly, she said gratefully, "Unexpectedly living several more decades is already a blessing for me. My illness not only troubled Young Master Anye but also cost you a life-saving trump card. This matter, my Chaoyang King's residence will compensate."

"Your Highness, please don't worry about it. You've contributed so much to humanity, this little cost is nothing for Anye." Wang Anye, having spent much time with Emperor Longchang, naturally understood how important a late Void Realm cultivator was to humanity. He cupped his hands and said, "Now, the most urgent task for Your Highness is to heal old injuries, remove residual poison, and then slowly nourish the body, gradually replenishing the depleted essence, only then can the danger be averted."

"This is easier said than done." The Chaoyang King sighed, "The part that's been healed is just the tip of the iceberg, and it's already cost you a trump card."

"Your Highness need not worry, my great-grandfather and his life-bound spirit plant Li Xian have much stronger healing abilities than Anye. The life-saving trump card just now also came from my great-grandfather's ability." Wang Anye said, "If Your Highness has the time, why not visit our Eastern Qian Changning Wang's Clan for some recuperation. In any case, the result won't be worse than it is now."

Eastern Qian Kingdom, huh?

The Chaoyang King smiled knowingly, "Speaking of Eastern Qian, I think of Longchang and Holy Master Jiang."

"Your Highness knows the Great Emperor and the Holy Master?" Wang Anye was slightly puzzled.

"How could I not know?" The Chaoyang King sighed, "Our Han Yue Immortal Dynasty and the allied countries have so few Void Realm cultivators. Speaking of which, Longchang is over two hundred years older than me. That old fellow wasn't easy to deal with, in his youth he roamed the Immortal Dynasty causing trouble everywhere. As he aged, his skin grew thicker, often visiting the Immortal Court or Immortal Palace to pull connections and scrounge for resources."

"By the way, that old fellow still owes our Chaoyang King's residence money... Ah, forget it, it's a trivial matter not worth mentioning. I heard the Imperial Heir Struggle in Eastern Qian ended long ago, Longchang must be nearing the end of his life by now?"

"Uh... the Great Emperor is still very much alive and kicking." Wang Anye smiled awkwardly, "He probably has quite a few more years to live. Now he and the Holy Master are long-term guests at the Wang's Clan, if you go over, you'll definitely see them."

He never imagined that the Great Emperor would still be in debt everywhere.

"Old Longchang... has quite a long lifespan..." The Chaoyang King was speechless, "Forget it, since I'm idle anyway, I'll visit your home, and also check on old friends."

"Your Highness visiting the Wang's Clan is truly an honor for us. I'll write a letter and send someone to deliver it home, they'll make the proper arrangements." Wang Anye felt relieved.

For a hero like the Chaoyang King, who had fought in the outer regions for years and made countless contributions to humanity, he had great respect and couldn't bear to see her suffer in her later years, falling prematurely before reaching three thousand five hundred years old.

If he could save her, it would also be a contribution to humanity.

"In that case, I'll also write a letter to Wei Dongyu." The Chaoyang King squinted her eyes and sneered, "That old fellow Wei Dongyu has always been narrow-minded, his methods are far from upright. He probably hasn't given up on dealing with you, at least I'll let him know that any grudges should be settled according to the Immortal Dynasty's rules, no underhanded tricks."

"Anye thanks Your Highness."

Wang Anye immediately stood up and expressed his gratitude.

How could he not appreciate such kindness?

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The Great Qian, Guilong City.

Within the imperial palace's inner courtyard.

Since Prince An began acting as regent, Emperor Longchang seemed eager to hand over all the governmental affairs.

The same was true within the inner palace.

When Wu Mingyuan was conferred the title of "Imperial Heir," the original Princess Consort of Commandery Prince An, Gongye Qingrui, was also promoted to Imperial Heir Consort, her own qualifications were elevated to a great prodigy with the help of royal resources, and she received the inheritance of the royal true law.

Even some resources and forces originally controlled by Emperor Longchang were gradually handed over to Prince An.

It could be said that aside from retaining the main palace representing the emperor's identity, Emperor Longchang left almost nothing of his own in the imperial palace.

Now, the Great Qian Imperial Palace was essentially under the complete control of Prince An, just waiting for him to reach the Divine Realm to officially ascend the throne.

The Zhuozheng Pavilion, once used by Emperor Longchang for official business, had long been vacated and was now the private study of Prince An.

At this moment, in the Zhuozheng Pavilion, two distinguished and handsome young men sat at the desk, drinking hot tea while handling various state affairs.

These two were naturally Prince An, who was currently acting as regent by imperial order, and his right-hand man, the young clan leader of the Wang's Clan, Wang Shizhao.

Between the two, Prince An's demeanor was more flamboyant and domineering, while Wang Shizhao's was more composed and calm, with a sense of tranquility as if nothing could disturb him.

However, after managing state affairs for many years, both had developed a commanding presence.

Holding teacups, they reviewed memorials and discussed policies, often deciding on national policies with just a few words.

The direction of the nation was determined within this room.

Outside, snow piled up, but inside the pavilion, thanks to formations, it was as warm as spring.

On the desk, incense curled, red plums bloomed, and the shallow sunlight streamed through the window lattice, casting light and shadow on their busy figures, carrying an indescribable charm.

However, these two central figures, who seemed to hold great power and command in the eyes of outsiders, actually had unspoken grievances.

The Great Qian had seven commanderies and one capital, vast in area with numerous clans, and the daily state affairs were overwhelming, piling up on the desk like a small mountain.

Even with their high efficiency, it still took most of the day to handle the daily affairs.

This didn't include those matters with significant controversy that needed to be discussed at the grand court meeting before a final decision could be made.

By now, it was well past the Shen hour, and the thick stack of memorials in front of them was finally reduced to a thin few, allowing them to slow down, take a breath, and rest a bit.

"I finally understand why the Ancestor was so eager to hand over the state affairs to me. These affairs are truly exhausting, I've only been doing it for a mere hundred years and I'm already feeling worn out, doing it for several thousand years would be unbearable." Prince An smiled wryly, rubbing his shoulder.

Although with his Purple Mansion Realm physique, sitting for a day wouldn't cause real physical discomfort, the mental fatigue was very real.

If these affairs were all crucial to the state, it would be one thing, but the problem was that more than half of them were just various forces and departments bickering endlessly, and he couldn't avoid it.

As the Imperial Heir, balancing the relationships between domestic forces and departments was one of his main duties.

"Who says otherwise~"

Wang Shizhao sighed.

If it weren't known to be a tough job, why would his grandfather and father have tried so hard to avoid it, with neither willing to take it on? It was only because he had no real skills and no say at home that he was forced to take on the task of assisting Prince An.

He sipped his tea, took a breath, and said softly, "If Your Highness finds it bothersome, why not quickly arrange a marriage for Prince Shengjun and have more children soon. Once there are many children and grandchildren, these tedious affairs can naturally be handed over to them."

That's what his grandfather did back then.

And it proved to be quite effective, his grandfather Wang Shouzhe now spent his days leisurely at home.

Mentioning this, Prince An also felt a headache: "I would like to, but Shengjun is my only son, and there are many taboos when choosing a marriage partner, making it difficult to choose."

After being conferred as the Imperial Heir, his son Wu Shengjun also received many benefits, using royal resources to elevate his qualifications to the level of a great prodigy, and in recent years successfully advancing to the Purple Mansion Realm, being conferred as "Prince Shengjun."

However, Wu Shengjun was born at an inopportune time, as the Imperial Heir Struggle had already begun, and most of the Great Qian's clans were in a wait-and-see state, unwilling to marry their prodigies over, delaying Wu Shengjun's marriage.

And after Wu Mingyuan was conferred as "Imperial Heir," people were willing to marry their prodigy daughters over, but as Wu Shengjun was Prince An's only son, marrying into any domestic clan was not very suitable.

Moreover, Wu Shengjun, being a great prodigy, would likely achieve the Divine Realm in the future, and as Prince An's only legitimate son, he had a noble status, making it a pity to pair him with a prodigy-level woman.

But where could one easily find a woman with great prodigy qualifications?

The Changning Wang's Clan had some, but the generations didn't match, and the Wang's Clan allowed their daughters to decide for themselves, especially those with great prodigy qualifications, each had their own ambitions and ideals...

Currently, the best choice for Wu Shengjun was to marry a great prodigy from one of the super-grade families or first-grade clans in the Immortal Dynasty or to form a royal marriage alliance with another country.

For this matter, he had already sent people to various countries to inquire about the situation in recent years, hoping for good news to come back~

At this moment.

Leader Xiao Ji, stationed outside the warm pavilion, knocked on the door and reported in a low voice, "Your Majesty, Leader Xiang requests an audience."

It seemed there was new information from Tianque.

Prince An and Wang Shizhao exchanged a glance, then instructed outside, "Let him in."

"Yes, Your Highness." Xiao Ji immediately complied and left.

When Emperor Longchang left, he took Old Yao with him but didn't take the "Auspicious and Ruyi" four leaders.

Now, they had become the chief eunuchs around Prince An, respectively managing his daily life, external communications, and private treasury.

Clearly, from the beginning, these four leaders were trained as the team for the future "Imperial Heir" who would take over the throne.

Among them, Little Xiangzi succeeded Old Yao as the new leader of Tianque.

It was only upon taking over that Prince An realized that the master behind Tianque was actually Emperor Longchang.

Heaven knows how speechless Prince An was when he first learned of this.

Of course, it was actually just him who didn't know, Wang Shouzhe had already guessed it long ago.

After all, the existence of Tianque was too special, apart from Emperor Longchang, Wang Shouzhe couldn't think of anyone else who would "provide intelligence support to Wu Mingyuan for Princess Qingluo's sake."

No more idle talk.

Little Ji left for only a moment before Little Xiangzi was led into the warm pavilion.

"Reporting to Your Highness." After a round of formalities, Little Xiangzi reported the latest intelligence, "The latest news from [Tianque] is that the shipyard on the opposite side of the Western Sea is almost complete. The first batch of three [Kunwu Giant Ships] has begun construction, with an estimated construction period of about ten years."

"Hehe~ The Yinsha Sect really went all out, building three shipyards at once, it seems they'll have to invest heavily in these Kunwu Giant Ships for the next few years." Prince An smiled slightly, not paying much attention, "Let them be, we'll proceed according to plan."

"Yes." Little Xiangzi bowed and accepted the order, then reported another matter, "Additionally, today a significant message came from Northern Zhou. Recently, Emperor Qingfeng of Northern Zhou announced that he would publicly select a husband for Princess Luojia, allowing outstanding young men under two hundred and fifty years old within the Immortal Dynasty's sphere of influence to participate."

"Publicly selecting a husband?" Prince An was taken aback.

This was indeed rare.

"Yes. It's said that this Princess Luojia of Northern Zhou is beautiful, with an excellent reputation among the people, and has the qualifications of a great prodigy, highly favored by Emperor Qingfeng." Little Xiangzi reported, "Unwilling to wrong this little princess, Emperor Qingfeng has unprecedentedly announced his intention to publicly select a husband among the countries and the Immortal Dynasty. Since Your Highness previously instructed us to pay attention to women with great prodigy qualifications in various countries, Little Xiangzi reported back as soon as he received the news."

"Northern Zhou's Princess Luojia... I vaguely remember her, she's indeed a talent." Wang Shizhao recalled for a moment and quickly remembered, "Speaking of which, this princess is not yet one hundred and eighty years old, several decades younger than Prince Shengjun, and their qualifications are comparable, making her a very suitable marriage candidate."

"Indeed." Prince An also had some impression.

Tianque not only collected domestic intelligence but also intelligence from other countries, including Northern Zhou. Among Emperor Qingfeng's offspring with abilities, several were noted on their side, though the details weren't as comprehensive.

"Your Highness, we are currently trying to open trade routes with Northern Zhou. If we can marry this princess, not only will Prince Shengjun's marriage be settled, but the trade negotiations will also be much easier, greatly benefiting the future development of our Great Qian." Wang Shizhao pondered for a moment and said solemnly, "Your Highness, I suggest immediately forming a delegation to accompany Prince Shengjun to Northern Zhou, doing everything possible to marry Princess Luojia back to Great Qian."

"Good, this is a great opportunity." Prince An waved his hand decisively, making the decision without hesitation.

He was worried about his son's marriage, and Northern Zhou's public husband selection was like a pillow sent to a sleepy person.

How could he disagree?

He happily calculated, feeling a bit uneasy, and continued, "Shizhao, you handle this personally, I don't trust anyone else with it."

"Also, when heading to Northern Zhou, there will inevitably be competition with young talents from other countries or the Immortal Dynasty. Besides Shengjun, gather the talented young men of appropriate age from Guilong City to support Shengjun, we can't lose face. By the way..."

At this point, he paused and looked at Wang Shizhao, "Quickly send a message to your grandfather. I know your family has hidden many talented young men, at least send a couple to support our Great Qian. This is about raising our national prestige, and the Wang's Clan, being part of Great Qian, naturally has an unshirkable responsibility."

Talking about this, he couldn't help but grind his teeth.He had been eyeing the talented young men of the Wang's Clan for quite some time, but unfortunately, Wang Shouzhe always made excuses that they were still young and needed experience, refusing to lend him even one, which infuriated him.

This time, no matter what, he had to get a few of them.

"Uh... I can only try my best on this matter, but ultimately, it depends on my grandfather's decision," Wang Shizhao said helplessly, with a sigh. "Your Highness, you know my status as the young clan leader at home... otherwise, I wouldn't be..."

Wang Shizhao felt depressed, and Prince An was even more frustrated. Every time he heard Wang Shizhao sighing about being exiled to the Imperial Capital, he felt deeply rejected.

It was all Shouzhe's fault for not setting a good example for the clan.

Prince An thought indignantly, deciding that when he had some free time, he would definitely go to Changning Garrison to play a few games of chess with him.

...

Changning Wang's Clan Main Residence

Shouzhe's Small Courtyard.

Wang Shouzhe was intently helping Wang Zongkun with his studies.

Meanwhile, Liu Ruolan was busy in the kitchen, personally preparing some ingredients known as "brain-boosting delicacies" for Zongkun.

Whenever the children at home faced intense study periods, she would fully display her "virtuous wife and good mother" demeanor, focusing on accompanying them and using various methods to help them supplement their nutrition.

Every child had gone through this, and it proved to be quite effective in their development.

As for Zongkun, he was currently floating above the desk, controlling a stream of water to lift a pen, frantically scribbling on the test papers.

His round head showed no expression, but inside, he was crying a river.

These past few months had been the most grueling days of his life. From the moment he opened his eyes, he was solving problems, attending classes from morning until night, with only a tiny break at noon. Even in his dreams, he was still solving problems.

Despite all this hard work, he still had to eat his mother's "loving supplements."

What on earth had possessed him to ask his father for tutoring? Could he stop now?

Wuwuwu~ Sister Jingjing, I regret it~~ Why haven't you come to pick me up yet~~~

"Achoo! Achoo!"

Just as the family was enjoying their "harmonious" time, Wang Shouzhe suddenly sneezed twice without warning, causing him to frown slightly.

He wondered who was speaking ill of him behind his back.

And at that moment.

A trusted family guard hurriedly came to report, "Reporting to the clan leader, news has come from His Majesty Longchang's side. He got into a conflict while extracting a top-grade spiritual vein and was injured."

Injured?

Wang Shouzhe's brows furrowed.

Although Emperor Longchang's strength was at the bottom of his level, he was still in the Lingxu Realm. Who could have injured him?

Could it be a conflict with the Myriad Demon Nation?