The yellow-robed girl could not be blamed for thinking this way. After all, there was only half an incense stick of time left. No matter how one looked at it, it was impossible to summon wind and rain. It was obvious that Song Qingshu and the white-robed girl were in a desperate situation.
Although the white-robed girl had displayed great martial arts and lightness skills, now that she had suffered internal injuries, not only could she not be of help, she would also be a burden. If Song Qingshu was alone, he might be able to escape from the palace with his peerless lightness skills, but if he brought her along, he would die without a doubt.
After this period of time, the defense forces in the palace had been completely mobilized. Not to mention the unfathomable existence of Master Huang Shang and the top-notch experts with the imperial equipment, there were also the Front Palace Guards: Front Palace Commander, Inner Palace Guard, Loose Member, Loose Commander, Loose Dutou, Loose Marquis, Golden Spear Squad, Eastern West Squad, Archery Squad, Loose Commander, Jun Rong Squad, Royal Dragon Bone Duozi Squad, Royal Dragon Bow and Arrow Squad, Royal Dragon Crossbow Squad, and so on. There were also the Imperial City Department's Inner Secret Agents, the Imperial Guards, the Imperial Guards, the Imperial Guards, and the Imperial Guards.
If one were to say that the Imperial Army was an elite force selected from every ten thousand people, then these people were the elites of the elites carefully selected from the Imperial Army. With such a powerful force, any Jianghu expert would be annihilated if they were to face it.
Although she had her suspicions, when she saw Xiao Long Nu's calm expression and the lack of suspicion in her eyes, the yellow-robed girl could not help but feel a little ashamed. I have been with him for so long, how could he be that kind of person?
"Song … Prince Song, there is only half an incense stick of time left." Seeing that Song Qingshu was still leisurely chatting with the two girls, Ah Ke, who had been protected by the guards at the rear, was burning with anxiety and could not help but remind him.
Zhao Gou frowned and looked at her, asking calmly, "Concubine Wu seems to be very concerned about him?"
Ah Ke's expression changed and she hurriedly answered, "No … I am just curious."
"Oh." Zhao Gou responded expressionlessly.
At this moment, the happiest person was none other than Moqi Suo, "Surnamed Song, stop trying to mystify us, quickly surrender yourself." Seeing that time was almost up, he rolled his eyes and deliberately used words to provoke the other party. He couldn't wait to infuriate the other party. It would be best if they quarreled and used up the last bit of time.
However, he was soon disappointed because Song Qingshu didn't pay attention to him at all.
"The White Jade Capital in the sky …" A clear voice suddenly resounded throughout the plaza. The voice wasn't loud, but everyone present heard it clearly.
But this wasn't what shocked them the most. Instead, all of them stared wide-eyed at Song Qingshu. Because with every single word he spoke, he would walk step by step into the sky as if there was an invisible staircase in the sky.
"How is this possible?!" Not to mention the officials who didn't know martial arts, even the top experts with their weapons and even Huang Shang looked over in disbelief.
The air beneath Song Qingshu's feet was like a lake, rippling with every step he took. Huang Chang subconsciously took a step forward, wanting to get a better look.
"Is this a Domain? No, although I can affect the surrounding environment and make the air seem as if it is solid, I still can't walk on the wind like this and easily walk up step by step, "Huang Shang muttered to himself.
"How is he doing this?" The yellow-robed woman was in a daze like her master. As the Holy Maiden of Jianshan Academy, she had always paid attention to her bearing. But at this moment, if someone was watching from the side, they would definitely see that her red lips were wide open, as if an egg could be stuffed inside. But fortunately, all of her attention was currently focused on Song Qingshu in midair. This caused her, who was usually the focus of all the men, to not be looking at her at this moment.
"Brother-in-law …" Xiao Long Nu's reaction wasn't as exaggerated as the yellow-robed woman's. Her elegant and refined face was still as calm as ever, but her eyes, which were as pure as water, suddenly had an indescribable look.
Compared to the two of them, Ah Ke's calmness wasn't as good. If she hadn't immediately remembered that Zhao Gou was beside her, she probably would have already screamed and jumped up. Even so, her hands, which were hidden in her sleeves, were still trembling with excitement.
But how could someone as sensitive as Zhao Gou not sense her strangeness? Thinking of his woman's special feelings for other men, his expression darkened even more.
"Twelve Floors, Five Cities ~" As Song QingShu rose higher and higher, the entire Imperial Palace noticed the commotion. Seeing a celestial-like figure appear in midair, the women in the imperial harem let out all sorts of screams. Even Li Yuanzhi and Chen Yuanyuan, who were in the Cold Palace, were alarmed.
"It's Brother Song!" The young girl's eyes were sharp. Even though they were too far away and could only see a blur, she quickly recognized her lover. Li Yuanzhi leaned against the window and said excitedly, "The man I have chosen is just this handsome!"
"Miss Li, can you help me over to take a look?" Hearing the almost boiling voices in the imperial harem, even Chen Yuanyuan was a little curious. But she had just recovered from her injuries, and her entire body was weak. She couldn't get off the bed on her own.
"Hmph ~" Li Yuanzhi raised her chin. Originally, she didn't really like this beautiful woman, but the young girl couldn't help but show off to other women how amazing her lover was. After hesitating for a moment, she still ran over and helped Chen Yuanyuan over to the window.
Looking at the immortal-like figure in midair, Chen Yuanyuan couldn't help but think of the detestable look he had when he had teased her not long ago. This huge contrast shocked her for a moment.
"What a mysterious man." Chen Yuanyuan's white jade-like skin was unknowingly dyed with a layer of red as she thought of something.
At this moment, outside the Hall of Heroes, Moqi Feng's ear-piercing and unpleasant voice suddenly rang out. "The one with the surname Song is trying to escape. Everyone, use your bows and arrows to shoot him down!"
The yellow-robed woman was instantly enraged. "Lord Left Minister, what do you mean by this!"
"I finally understand what the one with the surname Song is planning!" Moqi Feng sneered. "Originally, he was surrounded by the Imperial Guards and couldn't escape even if he had wings. But because he used the title of Summoning Wind and Summoning Rain, the Imperial Guards didn't stop him from leaving. Otherwise, he would have long been shot into a porcupine!"
"So noisy ~" Xiao Long Nu had always been someone who didn't care about emotions. Normally, no matter how big the matter was, it would be difficult to cause her emotions to fluctuate. But for some reason, when she heard Moqi Feng slandering Song Qingshu, she felt an indescribable anger in her heart. With a flash of white, she raised her sword and stabbed in front of Moqi Feng.
Huang Chang snorted coldly. Although he didn't like Moqi Feng, she was still the head of all the officials. How could he allow anything to happen to her under his watch?
With a thought, he instantly appeared in front of Moqi Feng and blocked the fatal blow for her.
Xiao Long Nu quickly retreated to her original spot. She had already suffered internal injuries due to the violent fluctuations in her emotions. Now that she had used her vital energy so recklessly, a trickle of blood soon seeped out from the corner of her mouth.
Moqi Feng had just escaped from death and was still in a state of shock. When she thought about how she had been put into such a sorry state by a little girl, she flew into a rage out of humiliation and quickly ordered the surrounding soldiers, "Seize this assassin!"
As the head of all the officials, he still had a certain level of authority. The nearby guards hesitated for a moment, but still approached Xiao Long Nu, one step at a time.
The energy in her body was surging. Xiao Long Nu knew that she wouldn't be able to fight for a while. She couldn't help but frown. The pitiful look in her eyes made the surrounding men feel pity for her. The guards couldn't help but slow down their steps.
The yellow-robed woman took this opportunity to shield Xiao Long Nu behind her. She snorted coldly, "Lord Left Minister, since the incense hasn't finished burning, the bet is still in effect. Since I promised him to protect Miss Long Nu, I won't let anyone bully her."
"Miss Yang, what if Song Qingshu is only using the bet as a pretense to escape?" Moqi Feng sneered.
"He's not that kind of person. I can guarantee it with my life," the yellow-robed woman replied calmly.
Moqi Feng couldn't help but frown. The yellow-robed woman's identity was special, and she held a high position in the Jianshan Academy. Moreover, she was a princess. Others might not know this secret, but as the current Prime Minister, how could he not know? If such a person was determined to protect Xiao Long Nu, he really didn't know what to do.
"Let's wait until the incense has finished burning." Huang Chang suddenly spoke. He held a high position and had just saved her life. Moqi Feng didn't dare to refute him.
"Then let's wait. In any case, the incense is about to burn out. Let's see what else you have to say when the time comes." Moqi Feng sneered inwardly.
"Immortal Caresses My Head ~" A clear voice still came from midair. However, Song Qingshu had risen too high this time. Except for a few people with profound internal energy who could vaguely see his figure, the rest of them couldn't see anything. They could only sense that he was still in midair through his voice.
"Is this person an immortal?"
"Could he have gone to the God of Thunder and Goddess of Lightning to pray for rain?"
"The Dragon King should be in charge of the rain, right?"
"Isn't it the Rain Master?"
… …
Listening to the whispers of the guards nearby, the yellow-robed woman looked worriedly at the incense next to her. It was about an inch away from burning out, but she didn't see a single drop of rain. Was it going to end in failure in the end?
"Your Majesty, now that the incense has been burnt out, this humble subject earnestly requests Your Majesty to issue an order to capture the assassin, and then issue a wanted poster for Song QingShu." Moqi Wu could not help but gloat in her tone.
"Hmm ~" Zhao Gou nodded and was about to speak when the yellow-robed woman said, "Your Majesty, the incense has not completely burned out yet. Please wait a little longer."
"How long can this little bit of incense last? Maybe it will burn out before I finish speaking. Will the rain fall at this time?" Moqi Feng sneered.
Song QingShu's voice suddenly came from the clouds again. Then, someone shouted, "End ~ Develop ~ Receive ~ Live ~ Forever ~"
"It's raining!"
Moqi Feng was furious. She jumped out and glared in the direction of the voice. "Who dares to mislead the people here!"
Suddenly, he felt a chill on his face. He subconsciously reached out to touch it and was stunned to see a wet patch on his hand.
"It's really raining!" Someone exclaimed.
The yellow-robed woman stretched out her hand to feel the raindrops falling from the sky. In that instant, she couldn't help but fall into a daze. "He … actually did it!"
"Brother-in-law ~" Xiao Long Nu raised her head, her flawless face quietly feeling the raindrops in the air. It was as if she was feeling Song Qingshu's aura.
Ah Ke subconsciously covered her mouth, afraid that she would cry out in excitement. Her eyes seemed to be filled with tears, and a voice kept ringing in her heart, "Those legends about him are really true, they're all true …"
At this moment, Zhao Gou didn't have the time to pay attention to the Imperial Concubine beside him. He was completely dumbfounded as well. He kept mumbling to himself, "Could it be that he really is a god …"
"This is a miracle!"
The ordinary soldiers didn't have so many qualms. Looking at everything in front of them, their bodies trembled in excitement. They couldn't help but roar, as if this was the only way they could vent the excitement in their hearts.
The roars of over ten thousand soldiers were shocking. For a moment, the nearby palace shook slightly. Some of the weaker ones even had to cover their ears to feel better.
"What a scandal! Silence, silence!" Feeling as if the army was about to mutiny, Zhao Gou couldn't help but frown and snort coldly. However, everyone's emotions were at an extremely high stage. His voice was instantly drowned out. No one paid him any attention.
"Dangerous buildings are a hundred feet tall ~ You can reach for the stars ~ You don't dare to speak loudly ~ You're afraid of startling those in heaven ~" Song Qingshu's voice rang out again. Even though he didn't purposely make it loud, it still traveled clearly into everyone's ears amidst the angry roars of over ten thousand soldiers.
"You don't dare to speak loudly, you're afraid of startling those in heaven?" The group of soldiers thought that their voices had disturbed the gods in heaven. They all hurriedly shut their mouths. The palace that was previously noisier than a wet market instantly quieted down.
Seeing Song Qingshu walk down from the clouds step by step, like an immortal descending into the mortal world, no one knew who started it, but over ten thousand soldiers knelt on the ground of their own accord. Their bodies trembled.
"Greetings, Immortal ~"
"Greetings, Immortal ~"
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