If You Take Over Son of Heaven Hei, You Will Have The Most Power
A small old man wearing a ragged black robe with a wretched expression slowly walked upstairs.
The little old man said somewhat gloomily,"
"Since the founding of the Qing Kingdom, there has never been a precedent for an empress.”
Zheng Yuan wolfed down the food that Zheng Xiaomu had sent over and said in a muffled voice,"
"Just because it didn't exist in the past doesn't mean it won't exist in the future.”
The little old man rolled his eyes and sat on the ground. He said earnestly,"
"Yuan 'er, let's not talk about whether you're a female or not. If you really want to support Little Mu to be the first female empress, you have to at least come out of the Sutra Depository first, right? At the very least, you have to have your own power first, right?”
Pausing for a moment, the little old man smiled wretchedly,"
"Hei Tianzi, consider it? In terms of power and power alone, you have surpassed your father and controlled all the dark sides of the Qing Dynasty.”
Zheng Yuan swallowed the last piece of food and burped in satisfaction. He squinted his eyes and said,"
"I'm quite curious, old man. Who exactly are you? You can enter and exit the Scripture Depository at will. Could it be that you are the current Black Heaven Son?”
The little old man nodded with a smile. Then, he raised his head and said arrogantly,
"That's right. I am the Black Emperor of the Qing Kingdom. I control all the forces in the dark. With a word, I can make millions of corpses fall and blood flow.”
Zheng Yuan shook his head slightly, tidied his appearance, and returned to his peerless and otherworldly appearance. He said indifferently,
"Then why did you find a useless prince like me? He was unable to achieve literary talent and martial arts. He was trapped in the Sutra Library for ten years and achieved nothing.”
The little old man was still smiling as he stuck out his index finger to pick his nose.
"Your Innate Ability can be said to be the best in the world. It's the most suitable for cultivating martial arts and becoming the Black Emperor.”
Zheng Yuan smiled gently and said gently,"
"As far as I know, there are three cultivation methods in the world. The upper method is the immortal path that consumes clouds and qi, the middle method is the Confucian path that nurtures qi, and the martial path is the lower method.”
The little old man became serious.
"That's not true. All of this is just the means of those high and mighty sects. They cut off the path of martial dao to godhood and stopped the martial dao of the world from reaching the third realm.”
Zheng Yuan didn't say anything. He just looked at the little old man with interest.
The little old man continued,
"Only the first three levels of the world's martial arts techniques are left, and they can only be cultivated to the third realm. One sect, one division, the three sects, three temples, the Heaven's Gate, the Underworld, the Thunder Sound Temple, and our Qing Kingdom, there are still follow-up paths.”
Zheng Yuan lowered his head slightly. He actually knew all this.
In the nine years and eight months in the Sutra Depository, there were more than 40,000 books. There were four martial arts techniques that had been stacked to the eighth level, which was the eighth realm.
The little old man's expression suddenly became a little sorrowful."
"Even so, the martial arts classics that the Qing Kingdom has secretly stored have stopped at the ninth level. Everyone knew that the tenth level and ten realms of the Celestial Way were considered immortals, and the tenth level and ten realms of the Confucian Way were considered great sages. However, they did not know that there was actually a tenth level in the Martial Way. One could enter the tenth realm and become a Spirit Realm expert!”
Zheng Yuan suddenly said calmly,
"Old man, what level and realm are you at now?”
The little old man was slightly taken aback, and his expression became a little more solemn as he said very solemnly,"
"I'm not talented, but I've reached the seventh level of martial arts. It's the seventh realm. I've opened the divine treasure of the lungs, and I'm comparable to an immortal master at the sect master level in an immortal sect.”
Zheng Yuan nodded thoughtfully.
The little old man stared intently at Zheng Yuan, feeling a little emotional in his heart. It seemed that this gentle young man was shocked by his own cultivation realm, right?
If he had known that he would be able to subdue this youth by revealing his cultivation, why would he need to expend so much effort?
Zheng Yuan said faintly,"
"Allow me to think about it again. The position of Black Sky Son is too troublesome.”
The little old man seemed to be choking, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.
He said with a toothache,
"You brat, you really don't know how to count. How many people are coveting the position of Black Emperor? Even your Imperial Father has to be respectful in front of me, but you're not willing?”
Zheng Yuan chuckled and did not answer.
The little old man sighed and revealed a sorrowful expression,"
"Kid, you should consider it quickly. My old bones don't have much time left!”
Zheng Yuan raised his head, his eyes clear.
"How could that be? Isn't the seventh realm a giant of the ages who can live for more than a thousand years?”
The little old man shrugged his shoulders.
"In my early years, I was very brave and fierce. I had a conflict with a hypocrite from the immortal sect and suffered some serious injuries. My kidney was injured. Otherwise, I would have long seen the divine treasures of the kidney and reached the eighth realm.”
In the cultivation of martial arts, the first realm refined the flesh and skin, the second realm cultivated the bones and muscles, and the third realm sought intent and force.
The fourth to eighth levels were to open the secret chambers of the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys.
Zheng Yuan was silent for a moment before he nodded.
The little old man stood up shakily, turned his back, and slowly went downstairs. He said in a somewhat desolate voice,"
"Kid, quickly decide. This old man really doesn't have much time!”
As he listened to the little old man's staggering footsteps gradually disappearing into the distance, Zheng Yuan suddenly shook his head and smiled."
"You really know how to pretend!"
As he spoke, his expression became slightly serious. With a thought, a bronze mask fell into his hand.
This bronze mask looked very strange. It was the face of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the netherworld.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。