Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

Zhao Mu flicked his finger, and the shadow of the array in front of him disappeared.

He looked up at Shengshu Canglong and others, and said lightly: "Are you here?"

The same tone, the same two words!

Three years ago, after hearing these two words, Shengshu Canglong directly scolded them, which caused Zhao Mu to throw them out.

But three years later, when he heard the same two words again, Shengshu Canglong only shrank his pupils and dared not say any more scolding words.

He pursed his lips and said: "Mingjing, long time no see, father..."

"Son of the Holy Tree!"

Suddenly, Miyu Tianqiong next to him interrupted him: "There is no son here, only Mingzun of the Northern Territory, one of the six great masters in the world."

The masters all have their own titles, such as the Eternal Holy Lord, the Prophet Holy Emperor, and so on.

Some of these titles are given by the masters themselves, while others are mentioned by some people and then gradually spread.

And Zhao Mu's title belongs to the latter.

About ninety years ago, at a meeting of the Demon Alliance, Lu Xianweng first called Zhao Mu the Northern Territory Mingzun.

After that, this honorific title gradually spread in the Northern Territory, and then gradually spread to the Eastern Territory and other large domains.

After nearly a hundred years of praise, the honorific title was gradually accepted by most people. Since then, the Northern Territory Mingzun has finally become the honorific title recognized by the world for Zhao Mu's incarnation.

The Holy Tree Canglong pursed his lips and bowed with difficulty: "Holy Tree Canglong, pay homage to the Northern Territory Mingzun."

"The Holy Tree Emperor is polite, please sit down."

Zhao Mu raised his hand lightly, and a cushion suddenly appeared on the ground in front of him.

The Holy Tree Canglong sat down helplessly, looking at Zhao Mu with complicated eyes, feeling that his son was more unfamiliar than ever before.

Thinking back to the time in the Holy Tree Palace, his son acted low-key, and every time he saw his father, he was respectful.

But back then, he never took this son seriously, and the few times he met, he was perfunctory, and even didn't bother to look at him straight in the eye.

"Back then, I didn't think that Xiao Shiba would achieve anything in his life, and I was too lazy to train him. As a result, now... hey!"

The Holy Tree Blue Dragon sighed deeply, opened his mouth and finally said: "Master Mingzun, I believe you already know the reason why I came this time?"

"Yes."

Zhao Mu nodded lightly: "You want me to save the Holy Tree Fairyland?"

"Yes, the Holy Tree Fairyland has been under siege by major forces and has been fighting for decades. The situation is precarious."

The Holy Tree Blue Dragon's face was full of worry: "And I just heard from the head of the Sky Sky Clan that two top forces joined the siege of the Holy Tree Fairyland a few days ago, and defeated our army for eight million miles in just three days."

"If it continues like this, the Holy Tree Fairyland may I'm afraid it won't last even a month. Once the country is destroyed, the family will surely be destroyed."

"Those people will never let my Holy Tree Royal Family survive. They will definitely slaughter my Holy Tree Royal Family when the time comes."

"Mingzun Lord."

The Holy Tree Canglong stared at Zhao Mu: "After all, you are also the blood of my Holy Tree Royal Family. There are your relatives and friends there, and it is also the place where your mother was born."

"Do you really want to watch the entire Holy Tree Fairyland go up in flames?"

"Do you really want to watch your relatives and friends die tragically?"

"Mingzun Lord, please use thundering means to save the Holy Tree Fairyland from the water and fire!"

It seems that he still hasn't given up the plan of getting something for nothing, and wants Zhao Mu to help him save the Holy Tree Fairyland for nothing.

Zhao Mu smiled slightly, didn't say anything, just stared at him.

The Holy Tree Blue Dragon was a little scared by being looked at, and asked with a guilty conscience: "Master Mingzun, why are you looking at me like this?"

"Haha, of course I am waiting for you, the emperor, to make an offer."

Zhao Mu said with a smile: "Why, the Holy Tree Emperor, don't you want me to save the Holy Tree Fairyland for you for free?"

"Uh..."

After his thoughts were exposed, the Holy Tree Blue Dragon smiled awkwardly: "Master Mingzun, you are joking. How dare I let you do it for nothing? I will naturally give you a price that will satisfy you."

He pondered for a moment and said: "In this way, as long as Master Mingzun can make a move, save the Holy Tree Fairyland from danger, and deter all forces, so that they will never dare to invade again in the future."

"Then I am willing to announce the decree to enthrone Master Mingzun as the national teacher of my Holy Tree Fairyland, and I am willing to take out 10% of the annual national tax as Master Mingzun's salary. What do you think?"

After he finished speaking, his face was full of confidence.

Obviously, in his opinion, this condition was already extremely generous.

After all, that was the Holy Tree Fairyland. One tenth of the national tax for the whole country was an astronomical figure.

He felt the pain in his flesh.

"Puff!"

Suddenly, Miyu Tianqiong beside him couldn't help laughing.

Holy Tree Canglong was stunned: "What does Tianqiong mean?"

"Nothing, I just feel that the Holy Tree Emperor is really a big 'handsome'!"

Miyu Tianqiong sneered: "Does the Emperor think that my master cares about your one tenth of national tax? It's a big joke."

"If my master is willing, even if he wants your entire Holy Tree Fairyland, what's wrong?"

"A mere one tenth of national tax, do you think you are sending away beggars? It's really ridiculous, why don't you give this ten percent of national tax to others and see who can save your Holy Tree Fairyland?"

One tenth of national tax, I want it!

Xian Fengbo beside him roared in his heart, and almost shouted it out directly.

The Holy Tree Immortal Kingdom is one of the most powerful top forces in the Eastern Region. Although it can only be ranked at the bottom, it is also a behemoth.

The annual 10% national tax of the Holy Tree Immortal Kingdom is a terrifying number. If he can get it, he won’t have to worry about the cultivation resources for tens of thousands of years.

But unfortunately, such generous conditions are obviously not taken seriously by this Lord Mingzun.

"Alas, it is indeed a condition that the poor are poor to death and the rich are rich to death. This commander is envious of it, but he actually disdains it? It’s really annoying to compare with others!"

Xian Fengbo smiled bitterly in his heart.

But he also understood that when he really had the strength to save the Holy Tree Immortal Kingdom one day, he would probably look down on such conditions.

He shook his head secretly: "Your Majesty, you should show some sincerity, otherwise do you really want to be the king of a fallen country?"

The Holy Tree Canglong was embarrassed by what Mi Yu Tianqiong said.

He pursed his lips, looked at Zhao Mu and asked, "Then I wonder what I need to pay in order to save the Holy Tree Fairyland, Lord Mingzun?"

His eyes flickered, revealing a nervous mood, as if he hoped that Zhao Mu, for the sake of the father-son relationship, would not ask for too much.

But Zhao Mu smiled slightly: "Son of Heaven, the Holy Tree Fairyland's national treasure, the Holy Tree of Heavenly Dao, is managed by the Son of Heaven in every generation, right?"

"What do you mean?" The Holy Tree Canglong's heart jumped, and he felt a strong sense of uneasiness.

And Zhao Mu's words also confirmed his guess.

"Haha, this seat wants the control of the Holy Tree of Heavenly Dao!"

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