Song Qian was speechless and looked at Chen Xia blankly. After a long while, she nodded with a bitter look and replied softly.

"Um."

Chen Xia is right, even if the Song Dynasty is gone, he can still be the national advisor of other dynasties, or even not just the imperial advisor.

As long as he wants, he can be any identity in this world.

Chen Xia stretched and turned to look out the window again. The scattered scenery kept passing by the window. He liked this feeling very much.

Song Qian stopped disturbing her. After bowing to Chen Xia, she turned around and retreated, closing the door.

There were three thousand people in the carriage traveling along the road, flying the royal flag and displaying the most noble five-clawed golden dragon sign.

This is equivalent to the grandeur of an emperor's travels. On the wide official road, no one is allowed to approach for three thousand meters.

There were guards from the patrol department in front, and they had begun to disperse the convoys and people on the remaining official roads early to make room for Chen Xia's carriage team.

In addition, the 3,000 people behind the scenes were arranged as if the emperor were traveling, and were even more luxurious than the emperor's travels.

The food in the convoy, regardless of whether Chen Xia eats it or not, is the freshest. If there is anything bad, even if the luster is dim, it will be eliminated directly, and then the rest of the station will rush 800 miles to transport it.

There is even a special ice room to store food, and the convoy is accompanied by many well-known national chefs.

As soon as three meals are served, the national chefs start cooking, regardless of whether Chen Xia eats or not. Anyway, the dishes are prepared first, and as long as Chen Xia asks for it, they have to be served immediately.

But what's embarrassing is that Chen Xia hasn't asked for food in the past two days.

When the food prepared by the chefs was cold, they could only heat it up and give it to the other accompanying guards.

It was a real feast for the accompanying guards, and they all silently thanked the Imperial Master in their hearts.

In addition, the convoy is accompanied by beauties and fine wines, always ready to serve Chen Xia.

But Chen Xia didn't shout. He was sitting in the carriage now, thinking about things by himself.

The higher he goes and the stronger he becomes, the more he can feel how terrifying the city-destroying hand was when he first arrived.

Maybe that's what the emperor-level characters are like.

After all, even if Chen Xia had raised his strength to 35, he still didn't have such terrifying strength. He could destroy the city, but it was far from being able to destroy the city with one palm.

Moreover, the owner of this big hand may have been suppressed by the heaven in this world.

Chen Xia turned over and sat up, and roughly estimated that when his strength increased to the range of 1000-1200, he could kill a city at will with one palm.

The most common conversion method is used.

Suppose a city is thirty kilometers in size.

At full power of 35, he can punch a hole with a radius of three thousand meters, which is ten times the size of a city.

So you need at least 350 points of full strength to destroy the city with one punch.

To reach the level of randomness, adding three times the strength is not too much. After all, the difference between going all out and being casual is still quite big.

So when you roughly calculate 1000-1200 strength points, Chen Xia can be evenly matched with that big hand.

If you calculate it again, it is about a thousand years. It may take a long time or a short time, depending on how you understand it.

If Chen Xia doesn't want to deal with external affairs, he can choose to stay in seclusion forever, gain tens of thousands of points, and then go to the heavens and realms.

This is also the safest method.

After all, the immortals outside are a bit too powerful, and there are even great emperors, and all kinds of magical powers are unpredictable.

Chen Xia took a breath and was not in a hurry. He just took his time. At least there was no one in the world who could threaten him, just as he said.

Even if you are an ant, you must be the biggest one.

The carriage procession is still advancing, and officials from various states along the way will come specially. After obtaining permission from the guards to clear the area, they will kneel on both sides of the official road with their subordinate officials and shout respectfully.

"I've seen an immortal!"

Chen Xia had no intention of talking to him. He still preferred his days as a patrolman in Weixi Town to now.

As the outstanding patrolman of Weixi Town for four consecutive years, he often stole watermelons from Lao Li's house, especially on summer nights, when he had nothing to do, he would pick one up and eat it.

If a passerby is thirsty and picks a melon to eat, it is not considered stealing.

Mainly in charge of Xun.

The young man in the melon field would use a steel fork to prick the watermelon, but he could not prick it every time, and sometimes the watermelon would be damaged.

At this time, Chen Xia would come over with a smile, holding the uneaten watermelon and confiscating the boy's steel fork.

Then sell it to the new blacksmith in the village.

You can't make much money.

Mainly for fun.

Later, the boy's family stopped growing melons and started selling steel forks. Chen Xia went to the market several times and bought steel forks of various sizes to keep at home as a collection.

Later, the young man's family made money and moved to the city.

He also became an immortal.

It's all old stuff.

But I find it interesting when I think about it.

Chen Xia had a smile on her lips, missing those summers quite a bit.

After becoming an immortal and entering cultivation, I saw much less of the human world.

Maybe this is also the reason why immortal cultivators cultivate their power but rarely cultivate their mind.

After all, I met fewer people and things, saw less, and experienced less. When I came out of isolation, I was already a high-ranking immortal. I judged my superiority purely based on my strength.

Although there is nothing wrong with this, Chen Xia always felt that something was missing.

Maybe it's polite.

After all, he is a very polite person. If he has an agreement to kill someone, he will prepare a wreath the day before.

Bring another bowl of rice and insert three sticks of incense.

When killing people, try not to get blood on your hands.

Don't ask why.

Because elegance never goes out of style.

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The carriage transporting the immortals will arrive early tomorrow morning!

The news spread throughout the capital within half an hour, and even a three-year-old child knew that the Immortal Imperial Master was coming to the capital.

The people were okay. Although they were excited and surprised, they were not panicked.

But the officials were completely panicked. They didn't even dare to sleep, and they spent the whole night sorting out the affairs in the city and dividing them into various areas.

It is also stipulated that only one person from one household is allowed to travel, the streets must not be crowded, and must be kept clean and tidy. All people must wear the latest clothes, and must kneel down and kowtow when they see the imperial master.

These rules were told by the officials and patrolmen in the capital, knocking on the doors and asking every household to strictly abide by them.

We must present a capital city where everyone is happy and contented.

And not only the officials couldn't sleep, but the emperor couldn't sleep either. He was tossing and turning in bed at the moment, constantly thinking about how to talk to the imperial advisor tomorrow and how to please the imperial advisor.

He always feels that he is not ready yet and still lacks something, but he can't think of where he is lacking.

But time doesn't care about this. As the sun rises, morning comes.

It's time for morning.

The emperor hurriedly got up. Even though he had not slept all night, he did not feel sleepy at all. He hurriedly asked the maid to get dressed and prepare to go to court.

The carriage carrying Chen Xia finally entered the capital. With the sound of horse hooves, the Imperial Guards cleared the way and walked alone on the official road.

Surrounded by people who kowtowed and worshiped, they kept shouting the name of the national master.

Chen Xia was lying in the carriage, sleeping. She used dragon energy to block out the surrounding sounds, so she didn't hear anything.

He walked slowly towards the imperial city.

Above the court hall, all the civil and military officials had arrived early, including the emperor, who was sitting calmly, but no one spoke, looking up and down outside the hall.

Everyone is waiting for someone.

"The eldest princess has arrived!"

The father-in-law outside the door shouted.

Song Qian wore a luxurious yellow robe, walked into the court with steady steps and a heroic look on her face.

The emperor hurriedly asked: "Sister, has the Imperial Master not come yet?"

"Should be here soon." Song Qian replied, walked to her official position and stood there, waiting to go to court.

Everyone is waiting.

Chen Xia is still sleeping.
To be continued...