Those years when I hunted demons in Dali Temple

The prince subconsciously looked at the man in yellow.

The man in yellow didn't have a knife or even any medicine in his hand.

  The masterpiece he was talking about was himself?

The prince was just about to lower his eyes to look at himself when he saw the man in yellow slightly turn sideways.

There was a person standing behind him.

A person who is wrapped up.

It’s that weird guy called Qishan God.

Under the prince's gaze, the man in yellow gradually untied the white cloth wrapped around the Qishan God.

Even though he had some guesses in his mind, the prince was still furious when he actually saw it, "How dare you!"

The God of Qishan unexpectedly transformed himself into the new 'Crown Prince'.

He didn't need to ask, during this period of time, all the skin he had shed had been replaced by the Qishan God.

"Not bad!" The man in yellow seemed very satisfied with what he saw.

He then said to the prince: "It's just a piece of skin. Why should you be so stingy as the prince of the Great Zhou?"

The prince was so angry that he almost laughed, "If that's the case, why don't you give him yours?"

The man in yellow looked at him and smiled, "You are not worthy to be compared with me."

The prince heard the mockery in his tone and saw the contempt in his eyes, and his heart couldn't help but sink.

This person is not afraid of revenge from the Great Zhou court.

  Is he bluffing, or is he confident?

After this period of "contact", the prince believed it was the latter.

"Since I can't leave this place, why don't you let me apprehend a wise ghost? What do you think, sir?" Borrowing his "appearance" would not be a good thing, especially with his current identity. If these two people succeed, to put it bluntly, they might even overthrow the Great Zhou.

Even though he has become what he is now, the prince has not lost heart.

As long as he is alive, there is still hope.

First, you need to figure out the other party’s purpose.

"It's a pity for you to be in this world with such a mentality." The man in yellow admired him a little more. "Since I've 'borrowed' your skin, it's okay to tell you something."

The prince was very alert.

Then the man in yellow asked, "Have you ever heard of cultivation?"

"Are you cultivators?" The prince's eyes suddenly widened, and his skinless face made him look even more terrifying.

Seeing this, the man in yellow nodded with some pleasure.

The prince asked again: "There are legends about cultivators in every dynasty, and there are many capable people who have become national masters. Sir, since you have such great talent, why don't you go out into the world and do something great that will go down in history? Instead, you are willing to stay in this small world. If you are willing, I am willing to introduce you to the saint."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The prince's words were interrupted by the yellow-clothed man's laughter, "Sir, why are you laughing?"

The man in yellow said disdainfully: "How can a small imperial court accommodate me? Leaving my name in history is just a storyteller's trick. If I live in the world for a long time, what's the point of leaving these empty names?"

The prince speculated, "Sir, do you want to live forever?"

The man in yellow: "This is the first reason. How can you mortals understand the truth of the great way of cultivation?"

The prince was modest, "Sir, you are right. Before today, I thought that I was the most noble person in the world, except for my father. Only after seeing your elegance did I realize that there are always people better than you." The man in yellow nodded complacently, "You have a good eye," and shook his head with regret, "It's just that my luck is a little bad."

The prince has a deep understanding of this issue.

He also wanted to know something about cultivation. "Sir, you usually cultivate here, but I think you are no different from ordinary people."

The yellow-clothed man's eyes flashed with displeasure, "How can you mortals understand the matters of cultivation? Moreover, how can I easily show the matters of cultivation to others? This is where I refine medicine."

The prince understood. It was unclear whether this man was truly practicing Taoism or not, but he was really testing medicine on living people.

"Sir, please don't be surprised. I have never seen anyone as brilliant as you. I think when you are thirsty, you drink the nectar from heaven, eat the liver and marrow of dragons and phoenixes, and wear feathered clothes."

"I have traveled almost most of the land of Great Zhou, but have never seen such a grand occasion. It makes people yearn for it." The prince did not dare to ask directly where the other party came from, so he could only ask in a roundabout way.

The man in yellow: "The place where we practice is not something that a mere mortal like you can peek into. Even if it is right in front of you, you can't see it."

The prince's heart sank. From the words of the man in yellow, he could tell that there must be an organization behind this man.

They dare to ignore the Great Zhou court and capture me for experiments. Will they do something that will endanger the entire Great Zhou?

The black-clad man who came to arrest him that night had the same aura as this man, and was filled with murderous intent. He couldn't even withstand a single move from him.

If they were truly cultivators, what a terrifying force they would be.

"I wonder if I'll be lucky enough to see the place for cultivating Taoism that you mentioned. What a magnificent scenery it must be." The prince looked fascinated, as if he was really interested in the place for cultivating Taoism.

"You are quite calm. How could you not bear any grudge against me for what I did to you?"

The prince said sincerely: "If I can cultivate the truth, what's wrong with taking you as my teacher?"

The man in yellow shook his head. "Let's not talk about your physique. Your status in this secular world is already a problem. What's more, I don't have the patience to heal you in your current state."

"I have told you enough today. I still have important things to do." After saying that, he waved to the Qishan God who had been silent beside him, "Go and wait patiently. There is only one step left. Don't disturb me here."

The God of Qishan caught a glimpse of a completely different face in the bronze mirror. He bowed respectfully to the man in yellow before turning around and leaving the cave.

The prince said: "My eyes are like a skeleton. I don't know where else I can catch your eye?"

"I see your leg bones are quite good." The man in yellow had a smile in his eyes.

There is no wind in the cave.

The prince's entire body seemed to be entangled in a biting wind, and even the cracks between his bones were terribly cold.

“Crack!” It was the sound of a broken leg bone. At the same time, a cloth-wrapped stick was stuffed into the prince’s mouth. “I can’t let you bite yourself. You must stay alive until I finish my work.”

The prince groaned continuously, and his exposed blood vessels were surging rapidly.

  His eyes kept rolling as he saw the man in yellow breaking his bone and then trying to put it back together.

"It's done!" The prince was awakened by an excited voice.

Looking at the torches in the cave that were filled with scented oil, and the candle oil in the lamps that was about to overflow, he had no idea what day it was.

It is now extremely difficult for the prince to open his eyes.

He held open his eyes that could close at any time, and saw the man in yellow said to Qishan God: "Qishan God, you have to thank this day for what it is today. It is the prince of the Great Zhou who gave you a new life."

The prince turned his gaze to the Qishan God who was carrying his skin.

I was surprised to find that he seemed different today. (End of this chapter)