There were immortals in this world.
In fact, the frequency of immortals appearing in the world was not low.
In the memories of Ye Yuan's predecessor, there were many legends about immortals.
Some were playing around in the human world, some had requests for the human world, and some were just coincidentally present.
However, Ye Yuan speculated that most of these immortals who left traces in the human world should be the kind with relatively low strength. They had just stepped into cultivation and had mastered some methods. They could only be considered cultivators and could not be called immortals.
However, the commoners clearly did not have such knowledge.
A famous immortal technique like the rebirth of severed heads was already the limit of their imagination.
Therefore, when they saw that Ye Yuan was actually beheaded but did not die, that his headless body was reattached and that he was alive again, a considerable number of people immediately thought of an "immortal"!
"This little Taoist priest is definitely a True Immortal!”
More and more people knelt down and kowtowed.
Even the Imperial Army and officials guarding the execution ground lost their composure, panic filling their eyes.
Especially the executioner who had just personally chopped off Ye Yuan's head. His face was even paler. He directly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
"Immortal, please forgive me. I didn't know you were here and offended you. I deserve to die!”
He was already in a complete mess. He could not think of anything to say. One moment, he said that he was forgiven, and the next moment, he said that he deserved to die.
Of course, Ye Yuan had no intention of arguing with him.
In fact, he was more shocked than everyone else present.
He was a mortal, how could he be an immortal?
The matter of the severed head being reborn was clearly because of the bronze cauldron.
"The cloud energy in the cauldron must be extraordinary!”
Ye Yuan muttered in his heart.
How could he not know that the main culprit that caused him to suddenly transmigrate and suffer a knife for no reason was this copper cauldron.
Yesterday, he passed by the antique market and couldn't move when he saw the bronze tripod. He was curious, so after bargaining, he bought it for 3,000 yuan and moved it back home.
Because it was already late at that time, he did not have the time to study it in detail. He only wiped it briefly and went to rest.
Who knew that when he woke up, he had already arrived in another world.
The bronze cauldron had turned into an illusion. It was usually invisible. After he was beheaded and his soul was separated, the bronze cauldron appeared. He didn't know where the cloud in the cauldron came from. It was so magical.
Not only did it allow Ye Yuan to regrow his head, but it also changed his entire physique.
His feelings were very obvious.
After he was successfully resurrected, the energy of the cloud seemed to have not been used up yet. It continued to flow in his body, sweeping away all the fatigue, internal injuries, and weakness in his body. Even his spirit was much better.
His entire temperament could be said to have undergone a complete transformation. Coupled with his appearance, he seemed even more otherworldly.
After the cloud gas transformed his body, the remaining bit of it poured into Ye Yuan's eyes. At this moment, there was a warm feeling, but Ye Yuan could not be bothered to study it in depth.
When he came back to his senses and saw the people worshipping him, he immediately sensed a sense of danger.
That's right, it was a sense of crisis.
Compared to the past, his thinking had become much more agile, and he instantly realized his situation.
The reason why people worshipped him was because they saw that he had the ability to "revive the dead" and regarded him as an immortal.
But was he an immortal?
Obviously not.
Perhaps it was because there was a limited amount of cloud energy, after modifying Ye Yuan's body, it did not give him any powerful strength.
What immortal technique inheritance, rare precious techniques, and the like were even more impossible to talk about.
The current him did not have the strength to protect himself.
If he were to slash at him again, he would really die.
The cloud energy in the cauldron had already been exhausted…
Without any trump cards, how could he face Emperor Qian, who was crazy about longevity?
If Emperor Qian determined that he was an immortal and asked him to concoct the Longevity Pill or hand over the Longevity Technique, he would be exposed.
At that time, he would probably be dragged out and torn apart by Emperor Qian, who had hope first and then despair…
Ye Yuan did not intend to deal with this tyrant who killed people like grass for the time being.
Therefore, he had to get out of this!
He had to leave Plentiful City as soon as possible!
After he was safe, he would carefully study his "golden finger". At that time, he might really become an immortal one day.
However, it was not that easy to escape. There were still so many commoners, even Imperial Army soldiers, and officials present.
If he didn't scare them first, he wouldn't be able to leave so easily.
At this moment, the execution supervisor who had recovered from his shock finally came back to his senses. He bowed to Ye Yuan with some respect, some eagerness, and some doubt.
"Dare I ask, are you really an immortal?”
His Majesty had been seeking immortality for many years, but all the immortals in the world seemed to be deliberately avoiding him. Now, the person in front of him was the one closest to His Majesty!
The supervising official was looking forward to it. If he brought back the immortal, how ecstatic would His Majesty be? And what kind of reward would he receive?
It was not difficult for Ye Yuan to guess his thoughts. He sneered in his heart and deliberately ignored him. He did not answer his question. Instead, he turned his face and looked at the executioner who was trembling and kowtowing.
"Today, I was killed by a knife. It seemed like you were the one holding the knife, but in reality, you were just a knife in someone else's hand.”
"Humans are alive, but sabers are dead. Even if there is a grudge, we will not be calculative with the dead.”
"So don't worry. There's no karma between us.”
Ye Yuan chewed on every word carefully, trying to comfort the executioner without losing his own dignity.
When the executioner heard this, although he did not fully understand, he could hear that Ye Yuan did not want to argue with him. He immediately revealed a happy expression, but he still did not dare to get up and kept kneeling.
"Taoist priest, you…"
The executioner's face turned pale.
After all, he was a scholar. It was not difficult for him to understand the meaning in Ye Yuan's words.
The executioner was just a knife. The killer was him, but the person holding the knife was not him. Then who was the person holding the knife?
Was it him, the executioner?
No!
It was probably the current emperor!
No matter what the people in this world thought in their hearts, how could they dare to show resentment towards the emperor on the surface?
This move could be considered treasonous.
If it were anyone else, they would have let the Imperial Army capture him long ago, but this person was most likely an Immortal…
However, as an official of the imperial court, how could he not say something? Just as he was about to organize the prophecy, he happened to meet Ye Yuan's eyes.
Putting aside the coldness in the other party's eyes, it was just that his eyes were as bright as the stars, making him feel as if he had been seen through. The words that were about to come out of his mouth were immediately swallowed back.
Ye Yuan did not know that the last bit of aftershock from the cloud qi in the cauldron actually made his eyes a little magical. Everything was from the heart, and the coldness in his eyes became more and more obvious.
He did not hide his displeasure.
Although he had suffered an undeserved calamity, the root cause was the tyrant's perverse actions and indiscriminate killing of the innocent.
How could he, who had experienced the horror of life and death, let go of this matter so easily?
As for their respect for the Emperor?
What a joke.
Which modern youth on the blue planet would have any respect for the ancient emperors?
"You don't have to tell me what you're thinking, because I'll definitely disappoint you…I won't meet the current emperor.”
Ye Yuan said.
"You mustn't, Taoist priest. His Majesty is sincere in seeking immortality. If Taoist priest is willing to come with me, you will have a high position and even the position of national master.”
The executioner first tempted him, then revealed a miserable expression.
"Daoist Priest, you also know that His Majesty has already paid any price in order to seek immortality. If he knew that a true immortal was here today and that I had missed it, perhaps my entire family would be in danger!”
The words of the executioner weren't completely fabricated. Emperor Qian was really capable of doing such a thing.
Therefore, his words were mournful and pitiful.
However, Ye Yuan would definitely not be persuaded by him. He thought for a moment and immediately thought of an excuse.
"I won't consider meeting the emperor. As for your life, hehe…if you meet the emperor, you can just convey my words.”
"Whether it's medicinal pills or longevity techniques, they shouldn't be things that ordinary kings should covet. However, everything in the world cannot escape the word fate. Today, I met fate and came to Plentiful City.”
"If the Son of Heaven was talented and benevolent, perhaps there would still be some fate between us today. However, as you can see, that slash just now has already cut off all opportunities.”
Ye Yuan said this with the intention of taking revenge on Emperor Qian. He wanted to make him feel uncomfortable and regret.
"Since the origin has been destroyed, the fate has been empty…The Son of Heaven personally cut off the immortal fate, so why force us to meet again?”
After saying that, Ye Yuan chuckled and strode out of the city.
The commoners made way for him.
An immortal was an immortal after all. The white-robed Ao Wang Hou didn't even put the emperor in his eyes.
Was this the demeanor of an immortal?
The execution supervisor mumbled, wanting to stop them but not having the courage. He looked at the Imperial Army soldiers around him and saw that they were even more shaky, unable to hold their weapons steadily.
In the end, he could only sigh.
"Forget it, I can only tell His Majesty everything that happened here. I hope His Majesty…won't regret it!”
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