The female leader grabbed Huarong's collar and pulled Huarong out of the carriage. She held a sharp dagger to her neck and said, "Get out of the way, or I'll kill her!"
Hua Rong thought that it was not easy to be in this line of work. Looking at the sea of soldiers, they must have transferred all the surrounding guards here. It was impossible to create such a shocking scene with only a few shrimp soldiers and crab generals in the prefectural yamen.
"Let go, let go." The Yamen kept wiping his sweat. He hated and resented Huarong and did not want to see her. She was such a troublemaker. Before she came, Yangzhou was peaceful. Who dared to provoke her? When she came, the whole of Yangzhou was boiling.
The soldiers parted to make a path. The female leader pushed Huarong out. When Huarong walked slowly, she scolded, "Hurry up! Or I'll kill you now! "
Huarong squeezed out a smile and said, "Don't be so fierce. It won't look good if you are too fierce."
"Shut up!" The female leader was impatient.
Hua Rong, however, was grinning from ear to ear. A brush fell gently into his hand from his sleeve. The brush grew in the wind. Hua Rong looked elsewhere and his pupils shrank. He pretended to be surprised. "You're here, Crown Prince!"
The female leader looked. Huarong immediately tried to push the female leader away. However, she did not succeed. The female leader's hand was still holding on to her collar.
"You're asking for death!" The female leader reached out and slapped Hua Rong. Hua Rong had never been slapped by anyone in her life, so naturally, she couldn't take it. She raised the brush in her hand and wanted to use it to block the female leader's hand. Unexpectedly, the brush only touched the female leader when the female leader was sent flying into the wall. When she fell down, there was already a human figure on the wall, and the female leader was already dead.
Before everyone was shocked, Huarong felt dizzy. The next moment, she appeared in a large illusion.
There were no mountains, no water, no flowers, no animals, and even no air. She took two deep breaths and found that her breathing was smooth. She did not feel like she was suffocating. "Where is this?"
"Where is this … where is this … where … is this …" The echoes indicated that this was an extremely spacious space, perhaps even extremely large.
"This is the Supreme Infinitesimal Realm." A voice sounded. That voice was faintly discernible. It was neither male nor female, neither old nor young. It sounded inexplicably mysterious.
As the voice faded away, a man in a long robe appeared. He came from afar and closed the distance between them within two breaths. Huarong took two steps back, her face pale with fright. That man … no, it should be that person. He came from afar. When she first saw him, he was a man. When he came closer, he was a woman. When he came closer, he was an old man. It was too unreal. Her heart could not bear it.
"You, you, you, you are?" She wanted to just faint, but she couldn't. She was so anxious that she was sweating.
The strange man frowned deeply. "He's still a mortal?"
After he finished speaking, his gaze fell on Huarong's hand. It was a brush that had shrunk. He nodded in understanding. "So that's how it is. Alright, let's go back."
He waved his hand, and a breeze brushed past her face. Huarong stared at him blankly. She blinked. "Where is this?"
"Why is it useless?" The man stared blankly at his hand, a look of self-doubt on his face.
"Who are you?" Huarong realized that she couldn't faint. Since she couldn't faint, she might as well take things as they came. Moreover, her curiosity made her want to know more.
"Let's go back first." The man couldn't figure it out. He waved his hand again, and Huarong felt the world spin again. When she came back to her senses, she had already been brought into the carriage by Zhao Han-chul.
When she saw Zhao Han-chul, Huarong immediately pulled him and asked excitedly, "Crown Prince, you're actually an immortal cultivator, right? Is this a Dharma artifact? It's amazing. Do you think I have a spirit root? "
In the novels she read before, immortal cultivation required a spirit root. Without a spirit root, one couldn't cultivate. She looked at Zhao Han-chul eagerly, hoping to hear happy words from him.
Zhao Han-chul looked at her deeply, his eyes filled with doubt. "Who exactly are you?"
"I'm Gu Huarong. Have you forgotten? I even saved you before. "Huarong only wanted to get the immortal cultivation method from Zhao Han-chul. She wanted to become an immortal!
Zhao Han-chul was even more curious about her identity. He could only use that brush to draw circles, and the circles he drew could only protect Huarong. If she wasn't there, the circles he drew would be useless no matter how neat they were.
Could it be because she was the one who drew the brush?
Before he could think of a reason, the old divine doctor and his opponent stopped fighting in the sky. "The Celestial Emperor's Dragon Bone Brush?" Both of them said at the same time. After that, they looked at each other. "Is she dead?"
"Let's go!" It was as if the two of them had buried the hatchet and become friends instead of enemies.
It was common for people to appear in an instant. Huarong asked for a long time, but Zhao Han-chul didn't answer. Huarong was very discouraged. She felt that she probably didn't have a spirit root, so she opened the curtain sadly to get some fresh air.
Unexpectedly, she saw the old divine doctor and another person landing steadily in front of the carriage. The surrounding guards didn't seem to see them. "Divine doctor, why are you here?"
The old divine doctor was stunned. "You can see me?"
"Shouldn't I be able to see you?" Huarong felt that everything that had happened recently was very strange. First, it was that strange person whose face kept changing. Then, it was Zhao Han-chul. Now, it was the old divine doctor, and … her gaze fell on the person beside the old divine doctor. "Who is this expert?"
The old divine doctor and that person looked at each other again. Both of them felt that something was wrong. They waved their hands at the same time. A breeze blew, and Zhao Han-chul fell asleep. The surrounding guards also stood up straight, as if everything was still.
Huarong blinked a few times. "Wow, divine doctor, so you're also an immortal cultivator. Take me as your disciple."
The old divine doctor was stunned. "It didn't work?"
"Oh no, there's something wrong with the Dragon Bone Brush!" The person beside the old divine doctor was shocked. "Let's go."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old Divine Doctor disappeared as well, leaving Hua Rong with a stiff and awkward expression. She had been completely ignored.
After the two disappeared, the guards moved. The carriage continued to move forward as if nothing had happened. If Zhao Han-chul wasn't beside her, Huarong would have thought that her eyes were playing tricks on her.
The old divine doctor and his opponent flew up to the sky. The strange person Huarong saw just now also appeared. The three of them met. The strange person said, "This world can't withstand His Majesty's Dragon Bone Brush. I'm afraid it's going to be unstable."
Just as he finished speaking, the sea below immediately surged with raging waves. The mountains also began to collapse. A tragedy happened in an instant.
"Oh no, the world is unstable!" The three of them immediately cast spells. Three different-colored objects barely managed to calm the boiling world. However, they didn't dare to stop. If they stopped, the world would disappear in a few breaths.
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