In fact, the palace owner also knew that it was impossible for Su Wan to join the Extreme Cold Ice Palace, but she still tried her best.

Qin Cheng was also very grateful for this.

No matter how the Jihan Palace is, the palace owner himself has nothing to say to Su Wan. He is an absolute good teacher and benefactor.

Preaching, receiving vocations, saving lives, and doing nothing less.

"If there is any need for my help, we and I will come together." Qin Cheng smiled and hugged Su Wan tightly.

"Who is your husband and wife?"

Su Wan's pretty face turned red, and she gave Qin Cheng a look pretending to be angry.

"Now everyone knows that you are my Taoist companion, is it wrong?" Qin Cheng grinned and kissed the other person's smooth face.

Time passed unconsciously, and soon the dawn appeared on the horizon.

On the next day, people from Jubao Pavilion also came and handed the Time Dao Yun Stone to Qin Cheng.

Although Shi Yu's heart was bleeding, he also knew that Jubao Pavilion was the guarantee, and it would be impossible for Dao Yunshi not to hand it over at this time.

At the same time, he also deeply regretted why he had used the Jubao Pavilion as a guarantee, otherwise he could still regret it.

After obtaining this object, Qin Cheng and Su Wan said goodbye to their master Zeng, and once again sailed the flying boat back to Jihan Palace.

As for Qin Cheng, because of Su Wan's relationship, he was also placed in an area specially prepared for guests at the outer gate.

And just in the early morning, in a mortal palace an unknown distance away from the Forbidden City.

An old man with disheveled hair and unkempt beard wiped the corners of his mouth in a daze and sat up from the ground.

His clothes were in tatters and his whole body smelled of alcohol, like a hungover beggar.

And the place where he was was a huge wine cellar, filled with countless fine wines.

Some of them are still on wooden frames everywhere, but there are more around the old man.

Beside his feet, jars of fine wine were placed crookedly, all of which had been drunk by the old man. At a glance, there were dozens of jars.

"How did you get in?"

The guard who was responsible for cleaning up the palace wine store in the early morning entered and was shocked when he saw the old man standing up, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

Seeing that all the emperor's precious wines had been drunk by the old man, he couldn't help but want to scream in surprise.

But before he could shout out, the old man raised his finger casually.

I didn't see any surge of spiritual energy, nor could I see the operation of magic.

But in an instant, the guard froze on the spot, unable to move.

"What's your name? It's just a few jars of wine. By the way, I will tell you that the emperor will tell you later that the youngest son he has been worried about has been cured by me of his hidden physical illness, and the wine money will be counted as money."

The old man yawned and walked out of the wine warehouse with his hands behind his back.

At this time, everything in the palace was quiet.

It was completely silent.

Wherever the old man passed, whether they were attendants, maids, ministers waiting to go to court, or even the emperor's concubines, they all seemed to have been cast a body-holding spell, and their bodies were frozen in place like clay sculptures and wax figures.

If you look down from the air, you will find that not only people, but also birds, leaves, and even ants on the ground are motionless.

This scene is shocking, as if the old man is walking in a still world, and only he can move freely.

Plop!

But just as the old man was walking towards the outside of the palace, a colorful butterfly flew over. It was completely transparent and was clearly made of breath.

"You're back."

The old man's anxious expression became a little more serious, and he stretched out his hand.

The colorful butterfly flew and landed on his fingertips, then turned into a ball of breath and poured into the old man's skin.

"The restriction imposed by the Zeng family has been broken. It's a pity that we are not descendants of the Zeng family."

The old man narrowed his eyes and shook his head and said: "Back then, the ancestor of the Zeng family gave me a jar of ancient immortal brew and asked me to take care of his descendants. I did it. It's a pity that the Zeng family is not open-minded and cannot understand my prohibition.

You can’t blame me for the mystery left behind.”

"Let me see how this boy broke the ban, whether he possesses the ancient treasure to break the ban, or he has amazing strength."

The old man muttered to himself and shot a stream of spiritual energy into the air.

This spiritual energy instantly transformed into a black bronze mirror, which reflected the scene in the Tower of Trial.

However, the picture was extremely blurry, and the figure inside was even more difficult to capture.

If Qin Cheng were here, he would definitely find that the person in the mirror was not himself, but the soul of the Talisman Demon.

"Huh? The power of this boy's soul is so powerful that even I, a strong man in the Tribulation Realm, can withstand it?" The old man frowned and fired another stream of spiritual energy.

As the image inside the bronze mirror becomes clearer, the mirror itself trembles more and more violently.

Click, click, click!

A large number of cracks appeared on the mirror body and continued to expand.

"No, this is not the soul of a monk in the Fusion Realm!"

The old man got excited, screamed strangely, his eyes widened, his beard curled up wildly, and he suddenly woke up from the wine.

He screamed strangely and flew backwards quickly.

boom!

In an instant, the bronze mirror made a loud noise and exploded.

Boundless waves of spiritual energy surged in all directions, the earth exploded, countless cracks continued to spread, and the sky became dark, as if the end of the world was coming.

The surrounding void shattered like glass, and huge waves soared into the sky, threatening to swallow up and submerge the entire palace.

At this moment, even the previously motionless mortals regained their consciousness and moved around. Looking at the world at this moment, their faces turned pale with fear.

However, only for a moment.

The next moment, the palace became still again.

Even the exploding spiritual energy and the cracks in the earth stopped in place.

The drunken old man landed on the ground, panting and punching sharp marks at a very fast speed. A shocking scene happened.

The cracks on the ground are disappearing, and the chaotic spiritual energy continues to retreat.

In the end, everything was restored to its original state, and the bronze mirror was reunited.

It was as if none of this had ever happened.

"What the hell is that guy riding a horse? How could he be a guy at a similar level to me? The Zeng family's pagoda can't bear a monk of that level. The Zeng family won't allow him to come in, let alone break my restrictions.

Already."

The old man was panting, and his already tattered clothes were broken into several pieces.

Obviously, the spell cast just now was also a big test for him.

"Then don't look at the soul, I'll just look at the appearance. I don't believe it. He is really a monk who has transcended the tribulation realm!"

The old man fired his spiritual energy in anger, and Qin Cheng's face was clearly shown on the bronze mirror this time.

Originally, I had some thoughts, planning to punish the Zeng family and give the descendants of the Zeng family a chance.

After all, the old man of the Zeng family was kind to him back then, so even if some juniors were bastards, he would not punish them.

Instead, he used this method to conduct a screening and find a disciple for him.

In this way, imparting his all-powerful skills to others will not be in vain for the care of old man Zeng.
Chapter completed!