The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

Qindu, Xianyang

A carriage slowly drove out from the city gate. After traveling for a certain distance, it suddenly stopped.

A slightly old man slowly walked out of the carriage and looked up at Xianyang City. There seemed to be some reluctance in his eyes.

"Zhang Zi."

The coachman called softly, and the man slowly came to his senses and said in a low voice: "Let's go."

This person is Zhang Yi, the Prime Minister of the Qin State. His life has been ups and downs for decades, and he has made great contributions to the Qin State. But now he withdraws from Xianyang alone.

The memorial of retiring from old age and returning home has been submitted, and the emperor was very happy. He rewarded Zhang Yi with a thousand gold coins and sent someone to escort Zhang Yi away. Zhang Yi just found a reason to refuse.

Now that he is alone, he looks a bit desolate.

The groom then started to drive the carriage. After driving dozens of miles away, a burst of laughter suddenly came from the carriage.

The startled groom immediately lifted the curtain and glanced into the carriage, only to find that Zhang Yi's expression was full of smiles at this time, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

Are you so happy now that you have resigned?

Zhang Yi wiped the tears from his eyes and said, "Go east to Qi State."

The groom was stunned when he heard this and looked at Zhang Yi with some confusion: "Sir, why are you going to Qi State?"

"You talk a lot, just do as you're told!"

After being scolded, the groom hurriedly nodded, turned the horse's head, and drove towards the territory of Qi State.

In the carriage, Zhang Yi held up a roll of bamboo slips, his eyes were filled with light, and there was no trace of sadness at the beginning.

Throughout his entire life, Zhang Yi was able to escape unscathed in the Qin Kingdom. Thinking about the current emperor, although he is also a person of good luck, there is nothing wrong with him.

Returning to your hometown for retirement? That is impossible!

There must be someone in the court guessing that where he is going is nothing more than the Wei State in front of him, but he has other things to do, which is still a big deal.

Sitting in the carriage, the carriage carrying Zhang Yi disappeared after entering Wei State, as if Zhang Yi had never existed in this world.

Qi State, in a mountain range outside the capital

A carriage slowly stopped. The driver jumped out, bowed and saluted the carriage, and then said, "Sir, we've arrived."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw someone walking out of the carriage, it was Zhang Yi who had left Qin State.

At this time, Zhang Yi didn't look as old as when he left before, and his eyes were shining brightly. If he hadn't really reached his age, his energy would be even higher.

After glancing around, Zhang Yi turned his gaze to a mountain in the distance with a smile.

He took out a piece of gold from his sleeve and threw it to the driver. Zhang Yi then said: "The fate between you and me is over. Let's leave here."

After taking the gold, the coachman nodded hurriedly, then turned around to drive the carriage away.

After seeing the people leave, Zhang Yi walked towards the mountain he had seen earlier.

If the coachman were in front of him at this time, he would be surprised to see Zhang Yi walking, because every step Zhang Yi takes at this time is a distance of tens of meters.

The aura on his body fluctuated, but he reached the bottom of the mountain in just a moment.

Zhang Yi suddenly stopped, then stretched out his hand tentatively, and just halfway forward, he saw a faint green light barrier in front of him.

"Zhang Zi came here, what do you mean?"

A faint voice sounded in the mountains, and the feeling of uncertainty made Zhang Yi's eyes flash.

"As ordered by Master, I came here to meet with you sir."

"I am a poor and idle person. Master Zhang Zi is in the position of an immortal god. What can I do if I see a poor man?"

There was still an erratic voice, and Zhang Yi didn't care. He just smiled slightly and said, "Come and get something."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was no sound coming from the mountain. Zhang Yi was not in a hurry and just looked at the barrier in front of him quietly.

After a while, the green light barrier in front of him slowly opened. Zhang Yi smiled slightly, stepped into it, and the scene in front of him also changed.

Looking at the dream-like scene around him, Zhang Yi was stunned for a moment, then stabilized his body and thought to himself: "What a powerful illusion array."

With this thought in his mind, Zhang Yi immediately raised his eyes and looked into the distance, only to see countless butterflies flying out of the flowers.

Narrowing his eyes, he saw a faint white light suddenly appear on Zhang Yi's body, all the light was concentrated on his waist, and it was a sign that was shining brightly.

The butterflies that emerged gathered together, and soon a person emerged, who was an old man.

Zhang Yi looked at this scene with some surprise, and then said: "Zhuang Zhou?"

The old man also looked at Zhang Yi, nodded and said, "This poor Taoist is Zhuang Zhou."

As he spoke, Zhuang Zhou's eyes fell on Zhang Yi's waist, and his eyes suddenly shrank: "He really is from Zhenhai Dragon Palace."

Zhang Yi smiled slightly and did not hide it. He openly showed the token on his waist: "If you like to watch it, why don't you just join Zhenhai Dragon Palace?"

Hearing these words, even Zhuang Zhou's mood was different from ordinary people, and he was choked by these words at this time.

Staring at Zhang Yi, he sneered and said, "Zhang Zi's mouth is really different from ordinary people among other countries."

"I just live by my mouth, sir," Zhang Yi said, cupping his hands.

It's just that the world may take these words seriously, but Zhuang Zhou himself knows very well how Zhang Yi can stir up the world with just one mouth. What is really powerful is his ability to control the Tao.

With a flash of light in his eyes, Zhuang Zhou looked at Zhang Yi across from him and said, "Are you here to collect scriptures for Zhenhai Dragon Palace today?"

Zhang Yi nodded slightly, the smile on his face remained unchanged, but his mind was racing, thinking that something might have happened.

Sure enough, just as this thought arose in Zhang Yi's mind, he heard Zhuang Zhou say with a smile: "It's easy to take away the scriptures. Today I have to weigh your methods."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Yi secretly said that it was indeed the case, and said with a smile: "Then give it a try."

Zhang Yi instantly became alert. According to Master's words, the Zhuang Zhou in front of him was not that easy to deal with. From the Taishang Laojun covering up his whereabouts, it can be seen that this person is not that simple.

As soon as Zhang Yi finished speaking, he felt his body sink, and in an instant he began to fall rapidly, as if he had stepped on the air.

This was Zhang Yi's first time fighting. He had never seen such a posture before. After finally stabilizing his body in mid-air, he found that his surroundings were completely dark and he couldn't see anything.

Frowning his brows, Zhang Yi became a little confused. Where was he?

Zhang Yi, who had not yet understood what was going on, suddenly twitched his ears and heard the sound of water droplets falling. He looked forward attentively and saw a ripple slowly spreading out.