Becoming the richest man in the universe begins with cultivating immortals

The second prince Ling Yizhu was a humble person, he saluted respectfully.

"I heard that your majesty is not in good health recently, so I found some nourishing pills and brought them to your majesty."

It took a while for His Majesty to recover from his cough, and he had no strength to speak, "I am determined."

Ling Yizhu drank some tea and talked with His Majesty before leaving.

He returned to his own hall, and a figure quietly appeared beside him.

The man said lazily, "Has the second prince not thought it through yet?"

Ling Yizhu straightly found a place to sit down, looked up at the person who came, he was wearing a high-tailored suit, and he looked good, but his words were too harsh.

Ling Yizhu asked him, "Fu Shennan, instead of being the richest man in the empire, why are you interested in the struggle for the throne instead?"

Fu Shennan said with a smile, "Naturally, I want to wait until the Second Prince ascends the throne, and give me more convenience."

Ling Yizhu sneered, "The times have really changed. You, a businessman, have the confidence to come and go freely in the palace."

Fu Shennan: "I'm here today to ask the second prince if he's ready. If you don't want to do it, the other two princes and princesses should be willing to do it."

Ling Yizhu pondered for a moment, and his tone softened a bit, "There is Xuantianzong behind the eldest princess, and Xuantianzong will definitely not ignore it."

"Second prince, don't worry. Now that Mo Zunyue can't get away, the remaining people are nothing to fear. Second prince, just do it boldly. We have some monks to help you."

Nanhua Star, Star Lord's Mansion.

Mo Zunyue was meditating in Lan Ying's living room, falling into a dream.

That year was the busiest year since the cultivation world had been quiet for a long time.

After many years, a god finally appeared again in the world of comprehension.

Cultivation Continent is full of flowers, with thousands of auspicious auras, birds greeting each other, and beasts bowing their heads. Countless people are looking at the shocking scenery filled with golden light, waiting for the scene of immortals ascending.

After many years of practice, stepping into the ranks of gods, one will ascend to the realm of gods.

But people waited and waited, but they didn't wait for anyone to ascend.

Mo Zunyue's spiritual consciousness communicated with the heaven, but was told by the heaven that she left evil consequences in the world, and she had to clean up the evil consequences before she could ascend to the God Realm.

Mo Zunyue was at a loss, "Evil consequences? Although I have fought all the way up these years, I have done a lot of good deeds. How could there be evil consequences?"

Tiandao didn't answer.

Mo Zunyue became a god stranded in the world.

She went to find Sang Qi who had been waiting all this time, with a troubled look on her face, and told her about her inability to ascend.

Mo Zunyue muttered, "What evil consequences can I leave behind? Tiandao will not say a single inexplicable sentence, and now I don't know what's going on."

At that time, Sang Qi was at the peak of the Tribulation Crossing Realm, only one step away from becoming a god.

He was dressed in white, with a sword on his body, and he was still a vigorous young man.

He straightened Li Mo Zunyue's hair, "Maybe the Dao of Heaven has some deep meaning, then wait a little longer and wait for me to ascend together."

At that time, Mo Zunyue didn't know that this wait lasted for tens of thousands of years, but what came after waiting was the endless love that turned into long-term hatred, and the two of them died together.

Mo Zunyue took his arm and said with a smile, "You're right, I don't want to be separated from you."

Sang Qi's eyes were like a deep pool, and he couldn't see the bottom at a glance, but he was joking with Mo Zunyue with a smile on his face, "Is it true that you don't want to leave me?"

Mo Zunyue rolled her eyes at him, "Of course it's true, you don't need to ask."

At that time, after the Xuantian Sect was destroyed, the two became Taoist couples, thousands of years have passed.

During these thousands of years of practice, the two have always supported each other and have a deep relationship.

Only the two of them are the most trustworthy and closest in this world.

For thousands of years, they didn't know how much blood they shed and almost lost their lives for each other.

Sang Qi's voice was far away, "Let's ascend to the God Realm together, you wait for me, wait for me..."

The two returned to their secluded small bamboo house, and Mo Zunyue leaned next to Sang Qi, staring at him with his head resting on his head.

"You have such a beautiful face, comparable to a monster. How many rotten peach blossoms have you recruited for thousands of years, I will help you shovel peach blossoms every day."

Sang Qi was thick-skinned, and was even a little proud of being praised, "You don't show yourself too much, many of our enemies are trying to trick you, and I killed you."

Mo Zunyue raised her eyebrows, "Shuangxiu tonight?"

Sang Qi choked on the water in his mouth when he drank it.

Even though the two are already an old couple, it still makes people uncomfortable to be so straightforward.

Mo Zunyue was displeased, "What's your reaction? I'm a god now. After the double cultivation, it will definitely be of great benefit to you. Maybe it can help you realize the Tao as soon as possible."

Sang Qi put down the cup, and patting her on the head lovingly, "You have just become a god, it's better to consolidate first."

"Oh." Mo Zunyue reluctantly agreed.

But she has been thinking about this matter, they both want to give each other the best.

So far, double cultivation is the best thing for Sang Qi.

She would ask the last question every three days, and Sang Qi always refused with various reasons, and even slept with her in a separate room too much.

Mo Zunyue felt that after becoming a god, Sang Qi might be under pressure. After all, no one in the entire cultivation world had the opportunity to do such things as sleeping gods.

She decided to sneak into Sang Qi's room secretly, and finish the matter first.

Then came this day, which completely changed the fate of the two of them.

She watched helplessly as the black magic lines climbed on Sang Qi's body, flowing on his skin like bloodstains grabbed by evil spirits.

As if struck by lightning, Mo Zunyue asked in a daze, "Why?"

Sang Qi woke up when he heard the sound, and the moment he saw Mo Zunyue, his expression was obviously flustered, but he quickly stabilized his expression, and the magic lines on his body gradually faded, disappearing into his body.

He carefully probed, "Zunyue..."

Mo Zunyue was already angry, she held back her sobs and asked, "Why, why? You are already at the peak of crossing the catastrophe, and you are only one step away from becoming a god. Why did you fall into the devil's way?"

Sang Qi was silent for a long time, "Because I want to ascend with you."

In the dilapidated ancient palace, Sang Qi controls the nightmare beast to look at Mo Zunyue's dream.

When he saw this, he laughed at himself.

How naive he was back then, so naively thought that falling into a demon would be able to cultivate into a demon god and ascend to the God Realm together with Mo Zunyue.

At this time, a figure in the main hall came to report, "Master, the Assistant God Cult has been laid out according to your instructions. Please show me when to do it."

Help God?Ah!
Sang Qi was furious, and waved his hands to overturn the people on the ground. He said coldly, "Get lost."

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, the man didn't dare to say anything, and walked away tremblingly.

So many years have passed, so many things have happened, he is still as naive as before, and he is still delusional.

"Sangqi..."

A soft voice sounded, and Sang Qi looked up, and saw Si Luo with a worried face.

She was dressed in tulle, and her curves were looming under the veil.

Sang Qi silently moved his eyes away, suddenly became irritable, and his tone became more and more cold, "Who told you to wear clothes like this, go back and change."

With tears in her eyes, Si Luo left weeping.

Sang Qi held his forehead, only feeling a headache.

It's just that they look the same, after all, it's not her.