Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1423 - 50 Promotion_3

Chapter 1423: Chapter 50 Promotion_3

Originally enemies, yet subdued by the Sui Emperor, he became the vanguard in the Sui Emperor’s campaign against the great cities.

This status, more symbolic than practical in value, brought him considerable favor, and his defection also brought with it quite a number of hands from the Eight Treasures Palace.

Consequently, the Sui Emperor not only disregarded his previous adversarial history but also, after establishing the capital and declaring himself emperor, granted the Eight Treasures Palace Master a ‘Duke’ title, second only to ‘King’.

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Even Qian Baimao, this ‘Flatterer’ highly favored by the Sui Emperor, had to lower his head in the presence of Lord Mei.

“Don’t waste time, hurry over!”

Mei Shan sneered.

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He indeed had no fondness for this little cultivator before him, who didn’t even possess a Nascent Soul.

Relying solely on inexplicable luck and a glib tongue, he gained a position that he, Mei Shan, had to risk much and venture many dangers for.

Now, there’s even a sign of him being replaced.

Such a lucky upstart, had it not been for the presence of the Sui Emperor, would have been killed by one palm strike from him back in the days of the Eight Treasures Palace.

Even so, he constantly radiated the immense pressure of a Nascent Soul Perfect Practitioner, causing Qian Baimao to be terrified.

Qian Baimao dared not say much, his body stiff but still managed to squeeze out a smile, and respectfully bowed to Mei Shan:

“Lord Mei’s assistance is much appreciated.”

Saying that, he immediately flew swiftly towards the Treasure Ship where the Sui Emperor was, close to the water’s surface.

But unlike other cultivators who would brazenly land directly on the Treasure Ship, he landed on the water in front of the ship.

Loudly chanting ‘Long live the holy emperor, may his life match the heavens’ three times.

Then, following the rope bridge thrown down from the Treasure Ship, he walked up most respectfully.

He was just short of walking while performing the three prostrations and nine kowtows.

Watching Qian Baimao’s sycophantic behavior, the cultivators guarding the Treasure Ship, each with an unreadable facial expression, felt a sense of admiration welling up within them.

No wonder he’s so favored by the Sui Emperor, not every cultivator with even a shred of pride would demean themselves like this.

After all, while everyone bows their head in servitude, they still retain a bit of the cultivator’s pride.

In their hearts, there’s surely the wild ambition of ‘Daring to make the Sui Emperor his coachman one day when ascending beyond the clouds’.

To be like this Lord Qian, completely lacking in cultivator’s dignity, shameless and faceless, there are indeed very few.

Inside the Treasure Ship, the light laughter of the Sui Emperor Yang Que could be heard at this moment:

“Baimao, you kid just love to play these sycophantic games… Don’t bother with these frivolities, come on in!”

Listening to the voice from inside the Treasure Ship.

The cultivators guarding around couldn’t help but glance at each other.

From one another’s eyes, they all saw a hint of temptation.

It might be a bit shameful, but if one could really curry favor with the Sui Emperor, it wouldn’t be so bad after all…

Upon hearing the voice from inside the Treasure Ship, Qian Baimao’s face lit up with a smile:

“Thank Your Majesty!”

He then hurriedly walked up to the front of the Treasure Ship, once again bending in a respectful salute towards the ship’s cabin, before carefully entering.

Only to see that the inside of the cabin was surprisingly plain, save for the futon and incense burner, there was nothing else.

Only the spiritual energy was excessively rich.

And now, the Lord of the Sui, Yang Que, was dressed in casual clothes, his hair carelessly tousled, naturally sitting on the futon, holding a scroll in hand, as if pondering something.

Noticing Qian Baimao’s entrance, Yang Que’s gaze still fixated on the scroll, did not lift his head, and said casually:

“You’ve arrived… take a seat.”

Shortly, a guard brought in a wooden stool.

Qian Baimao once again respectfully called ‘Thank Your Majesty’, then took his seat.

His mind was secretly pondering the reason for being called over at this moment.

But Yang Que seemed to find something intriguing in the scroll and did not speak.

Seeing this, Qian Baimao couldn’t help but become anxious.

Could it be that he had messed up somewhere?

It shouldn’t be.

Yang Que, however, remained silent for a long time, and as a subject, he dared not ask casually.

After what felt like an eternity, Yang Que finally put down the scroll, stretching languidly.

Then, his face full of surprise, he turned to look at Qian Baimao:

“Why are you here…”

Then he slapped his forehead and laughed:

“Silly of me, just now it was me who asked Lord Mei to call you over.”

Qian Baimao quickly chuckled:

“Your Majesty’s dedication to cultivation is wholehearted. No wonder you progress by leaps and bounds, leading the flamboyance of the continent. How could the notion of confusion enter the conversation?”

In his heart, however, he sneered coldly.

Could a Divinity Transformation cultivator really be confused?

It’s nothing but playing the games of mundane imperial power… He’s seen them in the small countries around Jin.

But he quickly pulverized these thoughts within his mind. In front of a Divinity Transformation cultivator, it was best to remain cautious.

Yang Que seemed quite satisfied with Qian Baimao’s response, and smiled noddingly:

“You’re always the one who knows what to say.”

The guard outside wisely brought in some tea.

Yang Que picked up the tea and drank it in one gulp, then as if in passing said:

“By the way, I heard that you are originally from Fenglin Continent?”

Qian Baimao’s heart stirred imperceptibly.

Here it comes!

His face timely showed a touch of panic:

“May I dare ask from whom Your Majesty heard this?”

Yang Que looked intrigued, his face smiling:

“Oh? How so? Minister Qian indeed hails from Fenglin Continent?”

Hesitating for a moment, Qian Baimao as if mustering courage, said:

“To respond to Your Majesty, this humble servant indeed originates from Fenglin Continent. However, previously the Kingdom of Immortals in Fenglin Continent was in chaos, with great nations in continuous warfare. People like this humble servant, akin to a floating weed, could only drift along with the current. I could never have expected to be fortunate enough to meet an enlightened ruler. It’s the great fortune of this Qian Baimao!”

“I just worried that my humble origins would provoke Your Majesty’s disdain, so I dared not speak of it before, and beg Your Majesty to punish me for deceiving my sovereign!”