The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 1276 - 678: The Story of Moya (Part 2)

Ancestor Xu stroked the Dragon Essence’s "dog head" and looked at Zhao Douan with a smile:

"Is this enough to prove?"

Zhao Douan pondered for a moment and probed, "Odd changes don’t change?"

Empress: ???

Ancestor Xu was silent for a moment, his gaze became a bit peculiar, a sort of wondrous look, as if reunited after a long absence...

He suddenly laughed, raised his hand to wave, and the Dragon Essence coiled around the banyan tree above, then exhaled and said seriously:

"Though I’m not from that world, the symbols look at the quadrants."

It’s a match!

The heart Zhao Douan was holding suddenly relaxed, while keenly capturing a crucial piece of information:

The old Xu before him seemed to have guessed his biggest concern, so he straightforwardly declared he was not a transmigrator.

"Forefather!"

Beside him, Xu Zhenguan, upon confirming the person before him was real, finally hesitated no more, stepped forward, and with an excited expression, performed a grand salute:

"The current emperor of Yu Country, your unworthy descendant Xu Zhenguan, greets the forefather!"

When Xu Zhenguan uttered these words, his heart was uneasy.

Because even though it seemed that in the mortal world, the forefather had anticipated his existence, being a woman who ascended the throne, how the ancestor would perceive it was always difficult to predict.

Ancestor Xu, however, didn’t seem surprised by the Empress’s existence, his eyes showing a hint of affection, he gently helped the Empress up, examined her for a moment, then suddenly laughed with pride:

"It seems my descendants over the generations were not disappointing, improving their genes over time. Finally, my descendants almost didn’t turn out as rough as I was."

Pfft... Zhao Douan almost lost his breath listening, and the Empress’s expression also became dazed, as if she hadn’t expected the ancestor’s personality to be as down-to-earth as recorded in court histories.

Zhang Yan Yi pretended not to hear clearly and respectfully saluted:

"Zhang Yan Yi, a descendant of the current Heavenly Master Mansion, pays respects to the Xu family’s senior."

Ancestor Xu turned his head towards the Old Heavenly Master, his gaze lingering on the scroll of the Heavenly Book at his waist, he nodded slightly, eyes showing emotion:

"Many years have passed, it seems the Grand Master Mansion and the Royal Family are still on peaceful terms."

Zhao Douan, filled with a bellyful of doubts, couldn’t help but ask:

"Are you really the Grand Ancestor Emperor? You knew we would come? Do you know me? And how have you lived for six hundred years? Why did you guide us here? What is all of this for?"

Too many questions.

He actually wanted to ask about the mystery of his own transmigration, but with outsiders present, he ultimately did not speak up.

Xu Zhenguan also realized, and said somewhat excitedly:

"Forefather, the outside world is not peaceful now, if you are still alive, why have you not shown yourself?"

A gentle breeze passed through the boxing gym, the leaves on the banyan tree trembled, and the sunset was exceptionally gentle.

Ancestor Xu, facing the gaze of the emperor and minister, smiled and spoke slowly:

"Nian Nu, go into the house and bring out the tea I’ve brewed, shall we sit down and talk?"

Pei Niannu silently turned and went into the house.

Before long, she came out holding a tray of tea, placed it on the stone table, and upon seeing this, everyone had to patiently sit around the table.

Ancestor Xu sat in the main seat, looked around at the eager faces, the weathered old boxer smiled and said:

"I know your intentions, and don’t worry, since I brought you here, I will not hide anything you wish to ask or know.

But before that, I want to know, how is the current state of the outside world?

Since you came here at risk of your lives, it must mean the outside world is in great turmoil, facing an invincible enemy, right?"

Zhao Douan felt a stir in his heart, it seemed the old Xu living here did not understand the changes.

Xu Zhenguan hesitated for a moment, exchanged a glance with him, and after getting Zhao Douan’s approval, the Empress spoke:

"To report to the forefather, the current era is over six hundred years since the founding of Yu Country..."

She was uncertain of how much the forefather knew, so she briefly recounted the major events of the past six hundred years in a timeline format.

Then she went on to detail the Xuanmen Coup three years ago, her own ascension, the rebellions of various kings, and the Buddhist meddling, one by one.

Ancestor Xu listened quietly, while Pei Niannu beside him also perked up her ears, seeming very interested.

Finally, when the Empress finished speaking, Ancestor Xu’s eyes showed a thoughtful look:

"The ebb and flow of time, I never knew the mortal world has passed six hundred years."

Xu Zhenguan said somewhat urgently:

"Forefather, now that the Dharma King of the Buddhist sect has waged war, battling fiercely with our Yu Country, the banyan trees within the Heavenly Master Mansion have mostly withered, we suspect that the Buddhist sect may produce a ’Human Immortal,’ hence why we took the risk to come here seeking a solution."

Ancestor Xu seemed to understand her meaning, shook his head and said:

"I cannot leave here, nor can I help you quell the chaos. My era is long past, the world today belongs to you, I cannot and do not wish to intervene in the cause and effect."

Xu Zhenguan was stunned.

Beside him, Zhao Douan could not hold back, he straightforwardly laid his cards on the table:

"Old Xu, let’s cut the nonsense, we don’t have much time, nor can we afford to waste it. Every day we waste, countless people outside continue to die in war.

You arranged all this, surely not just to ask me about what happened outside?

I also don’t care why you’ve lived until now. Why don’t we be open and truthful, the questions you’ve asked, we’ve answered, so now it’s your turn to answer."

Xu Zhenguan was shocked, under the table, he gently kicked him softly, giving him a wide-eyed stare:

How can you speak to the forefather like this?

Zhao Douan pretended not to see, only staring at Ancestor Xu, with an attitude like a young man barging into the house, threatening and intimidating the old father-in-law...

Unlike Xu Zhenguan who was too low in seniority, Zhang Yan Yi regarded himself as a junior, Zhao Douan, being a transmigrator, did not hold the same respect for people in this world, he believed in treating people as he would like to be treated.

The old Xu seemed to have helped him a lot, also considered a teacher on his cultivation journey, but Zhao Douan didn’t feel much gratitude.

Because he was very clear, all of this was arranged by the old boxer before him.

And as someone who was being arranged, he certainly had reason to be angry.

"I understand that my stepping into the path of the Royal Family’s cultivation was likely guided by you, that the Dragon Essence sought me out after six hundred years was surely at your behest.

Pei Niannu following me all the way, now thinking back, seems more like an eye you placed beside me in advance, and including Tuoba Weizhi, who was arranged six hundred years ago, specifically waiting for me as a piece of chess."

Zhao Douan leaned forward slightly, fixing his gaze on Ancestor Xu, speaking calmly:

"Throughout my journey, I’ve encountered too many people wanting to be the chess master, each wanting to make me a pawn.

Frankly, I don’t like that feeling. You are Zhenguan’s forefather, I may overlook it for her sake, but coming here today, I need an answer."

Silence.

The sun set, beside the stone table, Xu Zhenguan watched him in surprise, seemingly unprepared for Zhao Douan to be so assertive at this moment.

In this moment, the Empress suddenly had an epiphany, yes, each person in their party came here with a purpose.

She was here to confirm the forefather’s life and death, and to find a way to defeat the Buddhists.

Zhang Yan Yi was here to seek a path to becoming a "Human Immortal."

Tuoba Weizhi and Pei Niannu, as tool people, were carrying out tasks assigned by the forefather many years ago.

And Zhao Douan...

What he wanted, was an answer, an answer to unravel the mystery of his origin, to unravel all the "arrangements."

With this thought, Xu Zhenguan’s gaze towards him softened.

Then she seriously thought for a moment and took an offensive action, she sat beside Zhao Douan, openly extended her right hand to hold his left hand, looking calmly at her ancestor.

Like a silent declaration of alliance and position.

Ancestor Xu faced the pressing gaze of the emperor and minister with a calm expression.

He sipped tea slowly, set down the cup, sighed lightly, and said:

"I have a story, do you want to hear it?"

"What story?" Zhao Douan asked, intrigued, "About you?"

Ancestor Xu shook his head, his gaze looking towards the fiery sunset beyond the courtyard, seemingly lost in memory:

"A story, about a thousand years ago, about the Moya Practitioner."