Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"Haha, little friend, this is an honor. You can have something to do with the Demon Slayer Immortal General. Based on this alone, the two of us brothers are far behind you."

The two gatekeepers chuckled lightly, looking at Zhang Yifeng more and more pleasing to their eyes.

"Well, little friend, we are destined to meet today, even if the Immortal Lord doesn't want to see you. If you have any trouble, you can inject the immortal power into this token when the time comes, and we two brothers will be able to sense it. When the time comes, I will definitely help you out, little friend, just think of it as a little bit of friendship between the two of us."

When an immortal soldier raised his hand, a silver order engraved with the word "immortal" appeared in his hand and was immediately handed to Zhang Yifeng's hand.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Yifeng hurriedly handed over the token to the two immortal soldiers as if he had found a treasure.

"Thank you to the two seniors for your attention. If Yifeng has a chance in the future, he will definitely treat the two seniors to a meal of fairy wine."

"No, no, no need, little friend, you're spending money."

Just when Zhang Yifeng and the two gatekeepers were preparing to continue to exchange feelings, the palace door opened again, and the immortal general who had just entered walked out again.

"My little friend, please come in. The Immortal Lord has said that from now on, as long as you want to come, the door of the Immortal Palace will always be open for you."

The Immortal General repeated the words of the Immortal Lord without much expression on his face, but in fact, there was a storm in his heart.

The Immortal Lord has never been so friendly to any outsider, let alone a junior who has just entered the True Immortal Realm.

This inevitably made the immortal general look at Zhang Yifeng twice. He really didn't understand why Zhang Yifeng was valued by the immortal king.

The two immortal soldiers guarding the gate naturally heard the immortal general's words, with a look of astonishment in their eyes.

So far, they have not seen anyone who can be so valued by the Immortal Lord.

Even if the Immortal General wants to meet the Immortal Lord, he needs the Immortal Lord's consent before he can do so. What kind of ability does this junior have that the Immortal Lord values?

With their own thoughts in mind, the Immortal General introduced Zhang Yifeng into the Immortal Palace and led them all the way to the largest building in the Immortal Palace, which was the Immortal Lord's bedroom.

"I will send my little friend here. The Immortal Lord ordered that only you, my little friend, should be allowed in."

The Immortal General brought Zhang Yifeng all the way to the Immortal Lord's palace, then he bent down and saluted at the door of the palace, stood up straight and whispered to Zhang Yifeng in a low voice.

Zhang Yifeng nodded upon hearing this, bowed to the immortal general and watched him leave.

After the Immortal General left, Zhang Yifeng cautiously stepped forward and knocked on the door of the Immortal Lord's palace.

"Don't be cautious, little friend, please come in."

The Immortal Lord's voice slowly came out from the door, still so light, as if he didn't care about anything.

After hearing this, Zhang Yifeng opened the door and walked into the palace. He saw that the furnishings in the palace were very simple.

There was only a large bed covered with white gauze, and beside the bed there was a cool fairy in a green dress kneeling in front of the chopping board and carefully writing out a book of fairy tales.

"My little friend is finally here. You don't have to be so reserved next time. Just come to me directly here."

Immortal Lord's voice came from the bed, and the next moment a figure wrapped in a black robe with his upper body exposed jumped up from the bed and gently stopped in front of Zhang Yifeng.

Looking at Xianjun's magnanimous appearance, Zhang Yifeng couldn't help but blush, and coughed lightly.

"Ahem, Immortal Lord, you have no clothes on."

"Oh? Do you mind her, little friend?"

The stern face of the Immortal Lord was slightly raised, and he looked at the woman in green dress who was leaning in front of the chopping board and carefully writing the Xianzou.

"If I mind, little friend, I can let her leave."

Xianjun turned his head and said to Zhang Yifeng seriously. The corner of Zhang Yifeng's mouth twitched slightly when he saw Xianjun's appearance.

Why does he always encounter this kind of thing? Is it possible that handsome adults are destined to face this?

"Ahem, Xianjun, don't bother. Yifeng just wants to ask Xianjun about something."

Zhang Yifeng took a step back without leaving a trace, and said to Xianjun.

"Oh? What's the matter?"

Xianjun squinted his eyes and took a step closer to Zhang Yifeng, and asked Zhang Yifeng almost face to face.

This move by Xianjun scared Zhang Yifeng so much that he quickly took a few steps back, a drop of cold sweat falling from his forehead.

Could it be that the Immortal Lord is as good as Long Yang?

Blinking his eyes twice, Zhang Yifeng suddenly felt a chill in his heart. Could it be that the Immortal Lord was so generous to him because he actually fell in love with him?

Many thoughts kept flashing through his mind, and Zhang Yifeng didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Haha, you are so scared. I don't dare to have any thoughts about you."

The Immortal Lord chuckled, took a step back and flew back to the bed.

"I understand the purpose of your visit, please take out your things, and I will give you a satisfactory answer."

Seeing the Immortal Lord moving away and what he said, Zhang Yifeng breathed a sigh of relief.

He just said, how could a great Immortal Lord be interested in a junior like him?

Respectfully taking out the jade slip from the storage ring, Zhang Yifeng sent it to the Immortal Lord with his spiritual energy.

"The murderer's aura of the Shell Organization that massacred Sword God Village is in this object. I would like to ask the Immortal Lord to take a look at it."

The Immortal Lord nodded on the bed, stretched out his hand and opened the jade slip with one finger.

Looking at the scene revealed, the Immortal Lord sighed.

"It's a pity that the Sword God's generation was so famous that today's descendants are actually being invaded by Xiaoxiao."

After speaking, the Immortal Lord shook his head, raised his hand and pulled out a thread of blood-red energy from the jade room.

He coiled the blood-red Qi thread in his hand for a moment, and then cut off the Qi thread with a strong force in his hand.

"I already know the location of these monks from the Shell Organization, but I can't help you with this matter. I can only rely on you to go and solve it on your own."

Immortal Lord said calmly, raised his hand and a piece of spiritual paper appeared from his hand. He drew on it for a moment, and then the spiritual paper flew to Zhang Yifeng.

"I have drawn the location on the map, and you can go and find it on your own. Okay, I know you don't have much time, so I won't keep you here, so hurry up and leave."

After speaking, Xianjun waved his hand, indicating that Zhang Yifeng could leave.

Zhang Yifeng didn't dare to stay longer, Xianjun's actions just now were still replaying in his mind.

After bowing his hands and saying goodbye, Zhang Yifeng quickly left the Immortal Lord's palace.

Watching Zhang Yifeng leave, Xianjun on the big bed chuckled.

"Sir Immortal Lord, why do you have a soft spot for this boy from the True Immortal Realm?"

The woman in the green skirt who was reviewing the immortal poem saw Zhang Yifeng leaving and raised her head to ask the immortal king on the bed.

"Haha, you won't understand even if I tell you this kind of thing. There are many mysteries about him, and even I can only see a little bit. By the way, you must not go over to provoke this kid, or else you won't be able to eat it. Walk around."

After saying these words, the immortal king closed his eyes and leaned on the pillow to sleep gently.

The woman in green skirt looked at the direction Zhang Yifeng was leaving, with a thoughtful look in her eyes.

After a while, she continued to lower her head and correct the Xianzhuo in front of her, but she kept thinking in her mind, what did the Xianjun mean?