The First Lackey Under The Empress

“The warlock was handed over by me, and then taken away by a female official from the palace named ‘Mochou’.”

From the roof beam, Jin Jian spoke calmly.

Quite efficient… The face of that icy block “Mochou” flashed through Zhao Du’an’s mind, and he felt some regret:

It’s a pity she wasn’t there when I went to the palace to show off my skills; slapping faces is the most satisfying thing.

“Has the warlock’s identity been confirmed?”

Jin Jian nodded: “Confirmed to be a fugitive Fallen Divine Official, a member of the Law God Sect.”

“Law God Sect?”

Zhao Du’an heard this name for the second time, eager to learn more.

Jin Jian explained: “That’s a warlock organization in the martial world, with some connection to my Celestial Master Mansion…”

According to her, the founder of the Law God Sect seemed to be a powerful warlock within the Celestial Master Mansion many years ago.

He was expelled and wanted by the Celestial Master for committing a major crime, and he fled into the martial world, establishing the ‘Law God Sect’.

Its members are mainly martial world warlocks, as well as fugitive Divine Officials who have fallen for various reasons.

The reason why the black-robed warlock was hiding in the capital seemed to be related to his personal grudges, but Jin Jian said she didn’t know the specifics.

“This matter is not my concern.”

Jin, the working woman, minded her own business and stayed out of it.

“So, Prince Jing’s Mansion is suspected of colluding with the Law God Sect?” Zhao Du’an frowned, but he wasn’t surprised.

Since the “Eighth Prince” was secretly gathering strength to confront the Empress, in addition to firearms, he would naturally need the help of cultivators.

“Perhaps.” Jin Jian had little interest in mundane affairs, and instead said:

“I came to you to ask you something.”

“Please speak.”

Jin Jian lowered her eyes, staring at him intently, and said something shocking:

“Why didn’t you die in the bamboo forest in the southern suburbs that day?”

!!!

At that moment, Zhao Du’an’s muscles, submerged in the tub, tensed up, startled. The other party’s question was beyond expectations.

“What does Divine Official mean?” Zhao Du’an pretended to be calm.

Jin Jian thought for a moment and said:

“That day, I happened to be near the bamboo forest in the southern suburbs. I glimpsed the descent of the ‘Earth God’ from afar, but it was too late when I rushed over. However, judging from the fluctuations of magic power, that ‘Worldly’ warlock did not hold back at all.”

“But you survived. It’s… strange.”

This was the reason why she quietly followed Zhao Du’an, intercepted the case, and participated in the firearms craftsman case.

She saw it… Zhao Du’an’s pupils contracted.

For him, the biggest loophole in his transmigration was that he didn’t die from the injury.

His explanation to the Empress was that he guessed the “Worldly” warlock didn’t use his full strength, but he never expected that there would be a “witness” like Jin Jian.

How to explain? How to respond?

Sweat beaded on his forehead, indistinguishable from the bathwater.

Just as he was racking his brains and frantically squeezing his brain cells, Jin Jian said to herself:

“I was very curious. But now I probably understand. It’s because your divine soul is innately powerful, right?”

Zhao Du’an: “Huh?”

Jin Jian looked thoughtful:

“You inherited the Imperial Clan Martial God lineage, and you used the Imperial Clan martial skill when you slashed the puppets on the long street, indicating that you are very suitable for that path. And as far as I know, those with strong spirits are the best match for the Martial God inheritance.”

Zhao Du’an: “Ah!”

Jin Jian’s eyebrows relaxed:

“So, your innate divine soul is strong. That’s why you were able to withstand the attack on your sensitive sea of consciousness and not die.”

Zhao Du’an: “Ah, yes, yes, yes!”

Jin Jian’s smile bloomed, revealing the joy of solving the puzzle.

She never doubted Zhao Du’an from beginning to end.

In her opinion, it was normal for a weak chicken in cultivation to be unable to answer.

This time, asking in person was more to confirm and to find someone to show off her cleverness and wisdom.

Huff… That works?

Zhao Du’an exhaled silently, secretly determined to use this explanation if anyone asked in the future.

With the doubts in her heart resolved, Jin Jian had no intention of staying any longer and was about to leave.

Zhao Du’an made a gesture to get up to see her off, water splashed, and he hurriedly sat back down, cupping his fists and bowing:

“Please forgive this official’s inconvenience; I can’t get up. I wonder if I can seek the Divine Official for guidance if I have cultivation problems in the future?”

A personal disciple of the Celestial Master… There was no reason to not take a bite of such a top-notch connection when it was offered.

Jin Jian frowned: “The Celestial Master Mansion does not receive outsiders.”

Just as Zhao Du’an was disappointed, he heard her say: “But you can send a letter to the Celestial Master Mansion.”

Connection +1

“Divine Official, walk slowly!”

Jin Jian “En’ed” reservedly, her figure suddenly turned into starlight, pierced through the roof, and disappeared.

Zhao Du’an squatted in the tub, calling out several times, confirming that the other party had “probably” left, before climbing out naked, putting on his clothes, and breathing a sigh of relief.

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…

At night, when the lanterns were lit, the entire capital was shrouded in a blue gauze.

“Huff!”

Inside the bedroom, Zhao Du’an blew on the fire starter and lit the candle on the table.

In the orange-yellow firelight, he sat cross-legged on the couch, silently exhaling, and visualizing the “Martial God Diagram” in his heart sea, performing today’s cultivation.

When he opened his eyes, he was no longer in his bedroom, but on the top of a towering green peak.

Ahead was the familiar sea of clouds and the rising dawn.

Hoo hoo… The wind blew his robes.

Zhao Du’an stretched his body. As usual, the “Grand Ancestor Emperor” in the painting would start practicing boxing next, and he would also be drawn in.

However, today, there was a difference.

As the great sun rose, the “Grand Yu Founding Emperor,” who stood in front, burly, with disheveled black hair, and a strong martial artist temperament, suddenly turned his head and glanced at him, and then stepped towards the sea of clouds.

The look in his eyes clearly meant “Follow me.”

“Where are you going?” Zhao Du’an was stunned. Seeing the Grand Ancestor Emperor disappear, he gritted his teeth and jumped down too.

Anyway, he wouldn’t die in the painting.

When he opened his eyes again, Zhao Du’an was stunned to find that he was lying in a boundless desert.

Within the field of vision was an endless sea of sand. Looking up, where was the sea of clouds?

Only a round of red sun rose.

The clothes on his body had also been changed into a white robe, and there was a bag next to his hand, which contained water bags and dry food.

“Hey?”

Zhao Du’an sat up and saw the Grand Ancestor Emperor in a similar outfit to him.

At this moment, he had already put on his backpack, strode forward, and walked forward.

“Can you hear me? Where are we going?” Zhao Du’an quickly followed, trying to ask.

He had tried similar conversations many times, but had never received a response.

It seemed that the person in the painting was just an old image recorded separately.

“Could it be similar to a game? Swallowing the morning glow and practicing boxing is the first scene. Now that I have achieved a small success in adopting the glow, I have entered the second scene?”

“Eunuch Hai said that the ‘Martial God Diagram’ records the Grand Yu Ancestor’s cultivation process… Am I equivalent to retracing the Grand Ancestor’s cultivation path?”

With thoughts rising and falling, Zhao Du’an silently trailed behind.

Before long, the red sun rose, emitting amazing heat, and the entire desert turned into a furnace.

Zhao Du’an was dizzy from the heat and could only rely on the water bag to quench his thirst.

The Grand Ancestor Emperor in front was also sweating profusely, but his pace never stopped.

The two walked along a string of camel footprints on the sand dunes.

From morning to dusk.

When the sun set and the sky turned blue, there was not a drop left in Zhao Du’an’s water bag.

The temperature began to drop sharply. The temperature difference between day and night in the desert was astonishing. It was very hot during the day and very cold at night.

Zhao Du’an imitated the Grand Ancestor Emperor, took out a blanket from his bag, wrapped it around his body, and continued walking.

Until late at night, when he was almost exhausted and collapsed, the Grand Ancestor finally stopped, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to eat.

“Is this also part of the cultivation? Don’t tell me that this Grand Yu Emperor really crossed the desert back then.”

Zhao Du’an tore at the jerky with his teeth, complaining madly.

At this moment, the Grand Ancestor Emperor, who was sitting cross-legged on the side, suddenly turned his head and glanced at him, with a hint of… disdain in his eyes?

“Observe the sky.” The Grand Ancestor, with the appearance of a martial artist, said, and then sat cross-legged, looking at the sky.

This portrait actually spoke!

Zhao Du’an was startled and subconsciously raised his head, only to see that above the yellow sand desert, there were no clouds for thousands of miles, and a spectacular Milky Way waterfall crossed the sky.

The stars were as clean as if they had been washed.

It was a brilliant starry sky that he had never seen before.

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