"Master Kang? Is that the Kang Tae-chu who killed Wang Chongyan and Qiao Bin, the founder of the Winter Soldier Organization on Moling Lake … I've heard a lot about you! "
Old Palace Master Tan Jun's originally turbid and lifeless eyes suddenly blossomed with rays of light, as if he was on the verge of death. He stared at Jiang Tian with a face full of ecstasy and shock.
Seeing Li Jinzhu nod, he hurriedly threw himself in front of Jiang Tian's feet and kowtowed, tears of gratitude flowing down his face.
"Thank you, Master Kang, for killing the evil spirit of East Asia and avenging our Tan Jun lineage!"
He said passionately, "Tan Jun lineage and the people of South Han will never forget your great kindness for generations to come!"
"Old Sir, it's nothing. You're welcome … "
Jiang Tian quickly helped him up and sat him down on an armchair. He fed him a Qi nourishing elixir and infused a stream of True Essence to nourish him.
He knew that Palace Master Tan Jun was already at the end of his life, and he was only holding on with resentment.
At this time, the powerful enemy had been killed, and without the support of the resentment, he would probably die in a second.
Then, Jiang Tian gave Li Jinzhu a bottle of elixir and asked her to share it with everyone.
Everyone took the medicine and forced themselves to sit on the ground. They looked at Jiang Tian with eyes full of respect and gratitude.
Li Jianxi called many subordinates of the Xingyue Li family to collect the corpses and tidy up the damaged courtyard.
"Master Kang, where did this elixir come from?"
After taking the elixir, Palace Master Tan Jun suddenly felt a lot more energetic and couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Oh, I made it myself!"
"Master Kang also knows alchemy and medicine?" Palace Master Tan Jun was shocked again and couldn't believe it.
Tan Jun's lineage included both Confucianism and Taoism, especially in the study of alchemy.
This was not surprising. On Snow Peak Mountain, there were hundreds of years old ginseng, deer antler, Fangfeng, Schisandra, North Cicada Grass, and other precious herbs everywhere.
They played to their strengths and avoided their weaknesses. They adapted to local conditions and put in a lot of effort in this aspect. In the study of alchemy, they were far superior to Hua Xia's Shennong school and the Quanzhen school.
But at this time, Palace Lord Tanjun felt that the medicinal pills they refined were far too lacking compared to Jiang Tian's medicinal pill. They could not be compared at all.
"Just a little!" Jiang Tian smiled faintly.
This was just an ordinary Qi Nourishing Pill. Its effects were far from comparable to the Vitality Nurturing Pill and the Vitality Nurturing Pill.
"Master Kang is a descendant of the Medicine King Group. He invented many new drugs and swept Hua Xia clean!"
Li Jinzhu said with a look of admiration.
"I've long heard that Master Kang is a peerless scholar who knows everything. Now that I've seen it for myself, it's true!"
Old Palace Lord Tanjun had a look of reverence and shock.
This Master Kang could make a name for himself with his alchemy skills alone and establish a sect. Not to mention that he was also a martial arts powerhouse and a spell master. Indeed, he lived up to his reputation.
"Palace Lord, you're too polite!" Jiang Tian also smiled and did not take it to heart.
Seeing Jiang Tian's humble attitude, old Palace Lord Tanjun could not help but revere Jiang Tian even more. This was the demeanor of a true expert.
He suddenly had a brainwave and his eyes flickered as he said, "Master Kang, this junior has a presumptuous request!"
"Palace Lord Tanjun, you're too polite. You and I can talk as equals! Just call me by name! "
"Yes, yes, Master Kang!" Palace Lord Tanjun still had a respectful look, making Jiang Tian very speechless.
"Let's talk about it …" Jiang Tian was helpless and felt a headache coming on.
"This junior would like to invite Master Kang to be the Palace Lord of Tanjun Daoist Palace!"
Li Jianxi, Li Jinzhu, and many of Tanjun's disciples were dumbfounded by the old Palace Lord's words.
Tanjun was the ancestor of the South Korean people, just like Nuwa, Fuxi, and other gods in the eyes of the Chinese.
The Palace Lord of Tanjun Daoist Palace was like the ancient Imperial Preceptor who could communicate with the ancestors. His words represented the will of the gods and could guide the people to the right path and protect the country.
The Palace Lord of Tanjun Daoist Palace had a supreme status in South Korea. Even the president had to be courteous and kowtow to him.
And now, the old Palace Lord was willing to give up his position to Jiang Tian. How honorable and honorable was that?
"Master Kang, please accept!" Li Jinzhu quickly came to her senses and looked at Jiang Tian with a pleading look.
She knew that Tanjun Daoist Palace only existed in name and had lost its legacy.
In the eyes of the Japanese Overlords, Tanjun Daoist Palace was like an ant that they could crush with a wave of their hand. Now that Jiang Tian was gone, they could make a comeback.
The Old Palace Master's decision seemed unreasonable, but it was actually quite insightful and the wisest choice.
Tanjun Daoist Palace could only revive Tanjun Daoist Palace by relying on someone as powerful as Jiang Tian.
"Old Palace Lord, thank you for your kindness!"
Jiang Tian shook his head with a wry smile and said: "But this is not suitable. I am from Hua Xia, and Tanjun Daoist Palace is the spiritual symbol of South Korea. I am not suitable to be the Palace Lord!"
"Master Kang, if you can be the Imperial Preceptor of Singapore, why can't you be our Palace Lord?"
The old palace master's withered hands grabbed Jiang Tian's big hands tightly. His sunken eyes were filled with tears as he begged pitifully, "Only when you become the palace master can I leave in peace!"
"Singapore has a large population of Chinese, and Li Xianlong is also a Chinese from Southeast Asia. This is different!"
Jiang Tian declined.
He did not want to do things that were not legitimate. His position was not stable, and it was troublesome.
"Master Kang, if you don't agree, this old man will kneel before you!"
The old Palace Lord stood up with tears streaming down his face and knelt down.
"Only you can revive Tanjun Daoist Palace. If you don't agree, this old man will not rest in peace!"
He looked up and screamed. He was so anxious that he vomited a mouthful of blood.
A man's words were kind when he was about to die.
Tanjun Daoist Palace had declined in the old Palace Lord's hands. He wanted a bright future for Tanjun Daoist Palace, and he did not even care about his dignity.
"Old Palace Lord!"
"Master Kang, please agree to my master's request!"
Seeing the old Palace Lord vomiting blood, many of Tanjun Daoist Palace's disciples exclaimed and knelt on the ground, begging with tears in their eyes.
"Master Kang, please agree and let the old Palace Lord rest in peace!"
Li Jinzhu, Xingyue, and the Li family's faces also changed. They quickly knelt on the ground and begged.
Jiang Tian helped the Old Palace Master up and sat him down on the bed. He said sincerely,
"Old Palace Lord, I suggest that Miss Li Jinzhu take over Tanjun Daoist Palace's legacy. Don't worry, with me here, I will help her revive Tanjun Daoist Palace!"
"Jinzhu, you and Master Kang …" The old Palace Lord's aura was weakening. He was dying.
In fact, the old Palace Lord had not figured out the relationship between Jiang Tian and Li Jinzhu. It happened so suddenly that he did not have time to explain.
"He is Jinzhu's lover … Don't worry!"
Li Jianxi held the old Palace Lord's thin hand and said with tears in his eyes.
"Good! Good! Good! "
The old Palace Lord shouted "good" three times, stood up excitedly, and ordered, "Tanjun Daoist Palace's disciples, listen up!"
"Palace Lord! Listen up! "Everyone immediately knelt.
"From now on, Li Jinzhu will inherit Tanjun Daoist Palace's legacy and be the Palace Lord!" The old Palace Lord said loudly.
"Yes!" All the disciples shouted together.
Under everyone's witness, the old Palace Lord passed on the crown, robe, jade seal, jade scepter, and scepter that represented Tanjun's legacy to Li Jinzhu.
"Greetings, Palace Lord Li Jinzhu!"
Many disciples kowtowed to Li Jinzhu, who was wearing a golden crown and robe, and changed the way they addressed her.
Li Jinzhu led many disciples to burn incense and worship the statue of Tanjun, swearing to worship the god.
…
The simple inheritance ceremony was completed.
The old Palace Lord held Jiang Tian's arm with his left hand and waved his right hand wildly. He spat out blood and shouted to the sky.
"With Grandmaster Jiang as the backer of my Tanjun lineage, why would our Tanjun lineage not worry about not being revitalized! We will prosper! Tanjun Daoist Palace is saved! "
After saying this, he fell on his bed with a boom! Then, he fell back onto the bed. His eyes closed and he passed away.
There was still a gratified and hopeful smile on his face. He died with a smile.
"Old Palace Lord …"
Below the high platform, hundreds of disciples of the Dao Palace knelt on the ground, wailing and crying. Their voices were mournful.
With the support of the Xingyue Li family, the destroyed Tanjun Daoist Palace was repaired in a few hours.
If it wasn't for the faint smell of gunpowder in the air, everyone would have thought that none of this had happened.
Tanjun Daoist Palace also informed the South Korean government and announced this important news to the public.
The next day, South Korea's President, Roh Wuxuan, led a group of high-ranking political officials and representatives of society to the Tanjun Daoist Palace, braving the wind and snow. They kowtowed as they walked along the mountain path to meet Li Jinzhu, the new Palace Lord of the Daoist Palace.
The various Korean media outlets were also reporting on this matter in great detail.
However, the fact that Tan Jun's faction had once been controlled by a Japanese expert, as well as the battle between Jiang Tian and Anpei Qingkong Yinggou, was kept a secret. The death of the old Palace Master was also reported as having died of old age …
In the next few days, Li Jinzhu also made a speech on the media. She said that she would revive Tanjun Daoist Palace and promote the spirit of Tanjun Daoist Palace.
Li Jinzhu wore a red robe and a golden crown on her head. Posters of her sitting on the throne overlooking the world were plastered all over the streets of South Korea.
Her face was beautiful, and she exuded a holy aura. She looked like a goddess who had descended to the mortal world.
The ascension of the new Palace Lord of Tanjun Daoist Palace was a major event in South Korea. It was no less important than the inauguration of a new president.
The whole of South Korea was on a three-day holiday, and people from all walks of life held all sorts of celebrations. Dragon boat races, war drums, firecrackers, gongs, and drums, etc.
Three days later, the busy Li Jinzhu finally had time to talk to Jiang Tian about Tanjun Daoist Palace's future.
"Master …"
Inside an elegant guest room in Tanjun Daoist Palace. It was as warm as spring, and a paper lantern emitted a soft glow.
Li Jinzhu took off her cloth shoes, revealing her small feet that were covered with cotton socks. She slowly walked in and bowed to Jiang Tian, who was sitting on the heated bed sipping wine and eating some side dishes, before prostrating herself on the ground.
She was wearing a traditional South Korean costume. She was wearing a red skirt and a green jacket. She looked dignified and elegant.
Her soft, jet-black hair was coiled into a simple bun on top of her head, with a phoenix-shaped antique jade hairpin inserted into it, revealing a section of her snow-white and slender neck and even part of her back. Her fair skin was as white as snow, causing people to daydream.
After she knelt down, her round and full buttocks tightened into a round curve. It was extremely seductive.
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