Tian Yuan

The guard's first reaction was to look at Zhu Wulang. Of course, he had to get his master's consent before taking any action.

If weapons fall into the hands of others, it may cause danger.

Zhu Wulang gestured and immediately ordered: "What are you standing there for? Hurry and give it to Brother Chen."

"Yes."

The guard pulled out the long sword hanging at his waist, held it in both hands, bowed and handed it to Chen Qingyuan.

Take the knife and peel off the bark.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhu Wulang guessed from the shape of the branch carved out by the knife: "Brother, are you making a wooden sword?"

"Yes." Chen Qingyuan responded.

"This child is so blessed to have something made by my brother himself."

Zhu Wulang just thought of it as a token of his good intentions and didn't think of anything else.

"It will take some time. Go check on the kids first!" Chen Qingyuan lowered his head and fiddled with his carpentry work. "Don't worry about me."

"This..." Zhu Wulang hesitated.

"Go!" Chen Qingyuan said again.

"Okay, let's meet in the evening and have a good drink."

Zhu Wulang stopped being shy and walked away quickly.

Some guards and palace maids were left behind to be used.

Sitting on the stone bench, Chen Qingyuan slowly carved the wooden sword.

Even if it is an ordinary piece of wood, it will become different when it falls into Chen Qingyuan's hands.

"I originally carved an amulet, but it looks like I need to add something to it."

Chen Qingyuan said to himself.

Carving the wooden sword was purely a spur of the moment idea.

After all these years together, if Zhu Wulang had a little talent for cultivation, he would have been able to sense the spiritual energy long ago. Unfortunately, he was born with a useless body and his spiritual veins were blocked, which meant that he was destined to never embark on the path of cultivation in this life.

There are some practitioners living in seclusion in the imperial city.

This strange phenomenon attracted the attention of monks from all sides, and they immediately looked for the source.

Soon, the monks realized that this strange sight of glowing clouds was not the birth of a magical treasure, but the arrival of a genius.

The immortal cultivation sect located in this territory immediately sent elders to investigate the situation.

In just a few hours, a group of monks came from Kyoto, appeared in front of the palace, and looked down from a high position.

"Immortal Master!"

Suddenly, countless people looked at the monk standing in the clouds and shouted in awe.

Many people know about practitioners.

After all, it's not a secret, it's just that few people can see it.

As for why the cultivators did not interfere in the affairs of the dynasties, it was probably because they were restrained. Otherwise, these so-called immortal masters would surely mess up the dynasties.

"Congratulations to your royal family on the birth of a unicorn baby."

A middle-aged man in white stood on a high place, looking down at the people below, speaking in a cold voice, not taking the royal nobles seriously. Behind him were several young people in the same attire, who came with their elders to gain experience.

The congratulations he uttered were merely polite.

Zhu Wulang and the others stepped forward, suppressing their shock and fear, and forced a smile, looking up and calling out respectfully: "Masters, what are you doing here?"

"A genius born into this world should join our Lingping Sect, practice diligently, and look forward to the great path."

The middle-aged man stated his purpose.

Obviously, he came to recruit disciples on behalf of the sect.

"This is the territory of Youqian Sect. It is not yet the turn of Lingping Sect to recruit disciples."

At this time, a beautiful woman who looked to be in her thirties came riding on a crane. She was wearing an eye-catching colorful dress, graceful and elegant, and spoke in a cold voice.

"Don't forget, fifty years ago, Youqian Sect took away a large number of immortal seedlings from Lingping Sect's territory."

The middle-aged man said angrily.

"Nonsense, that place is clearly a barbaric land with thin spiritual energy and depleted resources. Lingping Sect abandoned it hundreds of years ago. It has nothing to do with it."

The beautiful woman retorted.

"There is no need to argue, my two Taoist friends."

Someone else is coming.

In just half an incense stick of time, more than thirty people gathered above the palace.

The king, concubines, palace maids, royal relatives, etc., all looked up and felt a sense of helplessness. Compared with the high and mighty cultivators, the so-called royal nobles were not worth mentioning at all.

Everyone didn't know what to do and was nervous.

"Take the child away first, and we will deal with it according to the old rules. Send the disciples in the sect to compete, and whoever wins will get it."

The monks on high ground quickly worked out a solution.

"Row."

Although this method is not very reliable, it has to be done in order to avoid causing too much conflict.

"What are you still watching? Hurry up and get the child out. Do you want us to do it ourselves?"

A young monk took half a step forward, looked down at Zhu Wulang and others, and shouted.

"Masters, the child has just been born. Why don't we wait until he grows up?"

Zhu Wulang knew that the cultivation world was extremely cruel, and he didn't want his child to leave right after birth. No matter what, he had to wait until the child was a little older and make his own choice.

The key point is that the child was taken away like this, and has no memory of his family members, and he may never see them again in the future.

"Our time is precious, and we don't want to waste any more words with you. Let me say this one last time. Bring the child out immediately."

The monks thought they were superior and did not use their spiritual energy to take the child away. Seeing the people below struggling and finally having to surrender, they felt very comfortable and enjoyed the process.

Zhu Wulang and others looked as pale as death. Although they wanted to resist, they knew they did not have the ability to do so.

For a mortal to fight against a cultivator is no different from seeking death. In fact, if you encounter some crazy cultivators, even wanting to die is a luxury.

"Go and bring the child here!"

The king clenched his hands and gave the order. He used up all his strength when he said this.

Many people think that joining a sect is like leaping over the dragon gate, and it is a great thing. However, separation from one's own flesh and blood is extremely painful.

Besides, who knows whether the child will be nurtured and grow up safely.

Forced to do so, unable to resist.

At this moment, Chen Qingyuan walked slowly, passed through one palace gate after another, and finally arrived at the inner courtyard of the palace.

"When did this person come?"

It was not until Chen Qingyuan's figure appeared right below them that the cultivators on high ground began to notice something and felt rather strange.

For some reason, when Chen Qingyuan came, all the worries and fears in Zhu Wulang's heart disappeared.

"Brother Chen."

Zhu Wulang walked forward a few steps, called out softly, and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Chen Qingyuan smiled at Zhu Wulang, then continued to work on the wooden sword in his hand, which he had not yet finished.

While he was sharpening the wooden sword, he said, "The child has just been born, there is no need to be so anxious. If you want to be my disciple, you should be sincere and polite, and beg me, instead of being condescending."

Although the sound was not loud, it reached the ears of everyone present.

All the cultivators were suddenly startled and stared at Chen Qingyuan who was right below them, with an inexplicable sense of uneasiness welling up in their hearts.

Although he was standing on a high place, the moment he looked at Chen Qingyuan, he seemed to have become a mortal, looking up at the sun in the sky, which was so far away and could never be touched.