The Immortal Cultivation Game Has Come True

However.

What Emperor Taizong did not notice.

After Wei Zheng lay down and fell asleep, a semi-transparent silhouette emerged from his body, drifting towards the sky.

Not only that.

In Wei Zheng’s hand, he held a palm-sized executioner’s blade, with three characters engraved on the base…

Dragon Slayer Platform!!

With his God Soul carrying the Dragon Slayer Platform, he floated and floated unknowingly into the high sky, continuing towards the Heavenly Court’s direction.

However.

He had not floated for long before he found that his soul could no longer float, as if there was an invisible wall blocking his path above his head.

“Hmm… where’s the dragon?”

In his soul state, Wei Zheng looked left and right, but didn’t see the target he was supposed to slay.

It was at this moment.

Roar-

A metallic and sharp roar.

A giant dragon swirled through the air and then rushed towards him, with a ferocious expression on its dragon head.

“Wei Zheng, under whose orders did you come to slay this king?” The Jing River’s Dragon King roared angrily, looking coldly at the other.

“All… what?”

Wei Zheng was dumbfounded.

He had received a notification from Guanyin Bodhisattva earlier, informing him that someone had violated the laws of heaven, and he would know it when he went to the Heavenly Court.

But now, he was stopped by a dragon before he even went to heaven.

What was even worse… this dragon seemed to be the target he was supposed to slay, and now… everything was ruined.

In an instant.

Wei Zheng’s forehead was covered in sweat, assuming a soul could sweat.

“You… you evil dragon, did you not escape?” Wei Zheng mustered his courage and asked quietly.

Upon hearing this.

The Jing River’s Dragon King became even angrier.

If possible, he really wanted to slap this human official to death.

But he knew.

If he acted impulsively like before, when he argued with the fortune-telling Taoist… if he really killed this human official, even with that superior being’s protection, he might not escape death himself.

However.

Although he couldn’t kill, scaring him wouldn’t hurt.

With that in mind.

“Roar-”

The Jing River’s Dragon King opened his mouth wide, his sharp teeth gleaming coldly, and the aura of his entire dragon body burst forth.

“Who sent you to slay this king?”

“Speak… and live. Don’t speak… and this king will swallow you!”

As the words fell.

The Jing River’s Dragon King made a motion to devour the other, further intimidating him.

As expected.

Wei Zheng’s body trembled, not caring about anything else, and shouted:

“Injustice! Dragon King, do not kill me! It was Hui’an Traveler who informed me to go to the Heavenly Court and slay the dragon!”

Hui’an Traveler… Muzha?

The Jing River’s Dragon King’s pupils suddenly contracted.

The reason for this was not that he was afraid of Muzha, but rather, the Guanyin Bodhisattva behind Muzha, and even more so, the Shimen that Guanyin Bodhisattva represented.

That is to say… the fortune-telling and fishing Taoist in the West Street of Chang’an City earlier might have been a scheme by Shimen.

One could imagine that without the protection of the superior immortal from Black Wind Country, he, the Jing River’s Dragon King, might not have escaped this ordeal.

Crisis!

An intense sense of crisis invaded his mind.

He knew that he might have been involved in a terrible incident, and he was targeted by Shimen.

He had survived this time with the superior immortal’s seal, but what about next time? Or the time after that?

Run!

If he didn’t run now, he might not survive.

He couldn’t stay in the Tang Dynasty any longer.

As for where to escape to avoid Shimen’s schemes and escape this whirlpool?

He had already thought about it, he would go straight to Black Wind Country, seek refuge with Immortal Xuanqing, and then close himself off until this catastrophe passed.

Without paying attention to the terrified Wei Zheng.

The Jing River’s Dragon King’s massive body flipped and plunged directly back into the Jing River.

It was a long time after the Jing River’s Dragon King left.

Whoosh-

A gust of Gang Wind blew past.

In his soul state, Wei Zheng couldn’t help shivering for a moment before coming to his senses.

“Hiss- What… what happened?” Wei Zheng wiped his forehead, where sweat didn’t exist.

The dragon was not slain, and it seemed that the matter was beyond his jurisdiction, not something he could handle.

He had no choice but to go back home!

In the Tang Royal Palace, in the study room.

Wei Zheng opened his eyes, stretched lazily, and woke up from a dream.

“Uh…”

Seeing this.

Emperor Taizong next to him joked: “Haha, my affectionate minister, you should get more rest in normal days. Now you can fall asleep even while playing chess!”

“Yes, Your Majesty is right.”

Unusually.

Wei Zheng didn’t argue, and there was no smile on his face. Instead, he nodded solemnly and then bowed with a clenched fist, saying:

“Your Majesty, the minister’s… body is unwell today, let us… have another game another time.”

After speaking.

He turned and left directly.

“What’s the matter with my affectionate minister…?”

Emperor Taizong looked puzzled, looking at the chancellor who had accompanied him for his whole life, unable to figure out what was wrong with him.

After the Jing River’s Dragon King left and Wei Zheng’s soul returned.

West Street of Chang’an City.

A middle-aged Taoist with dignified features, a celestial demeanor, and a Daoist posture, wearing a long robe, had a frosty expression on his face.

At this moment.

Click-

The door was pushed open.

A child dressed as a young boy with a wooden fork in his hand walked quickly into the house and bowed his head to the middle-aged Taoist, saying:

“Bodhisattva, it’s not good! That Jing River’s Dragon King, he was…”

“Don’t speak, this poor.Daoist saw it!”

The middle-aged Taoist waved his hand, his already frosty face growing even worse.

“This poor monk should have sealed him directly from the start!”

The middle-aged Taoist… or rather, Guanyin Bodhisattva, couldn’t help feeling regretful.