Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

"Then please promise me something, fellow Taoist Wushuang, otherwise I'm afraid it will be difficult to accomplish this."

Zhang Yifeng pursed his lips and said solemnly.

"What's the matter? As long as you, God of Death, can really help me calm down, you can even ask me to send Wushuang Palace and all my forces to you!"

The Wushuang scholar also had a solemn look on his face when he heard this, and there was no hint of deception in his words.

Zhang Yifeng's eyes narrowed upon hearing this, and he couldn't help being startled by the words of the Wushuang scholar.

His eyes moved, and a thought came to his mind.

However, this matter had nothing to do with what he was about to say to Wushuang Scholar, so Zhang Yifeng kept it secretly in his heart.

"That's not all. My request is very simple. It's just that fellow Taoist Wushuang needs to remain anonymous when following me and not reveal his identity."

"At the same time, I must forget my current identity as a peerless scholar and just follow me as an ordinary person."

Zhang Yifeng stared at the unparalleled scholar and said in a deep voice.

"That's all?"

The Wushuang scholar had a look of surprise on his face. He had never thought that it was such a simple request.

"It seems simple, but we have agreed in advance that unless absolutely necessary, fellow Taoist Wushuang, you cannot reveal your identity at will."

In order to let him understand the importance of this matter, Zhang Yifeng added in a solemn tone.

"Don't worry, I can agree to this."

"I will leave Wushuang Palace quietly later. During this period, I will fabricate a clone to guard in Wushuang Palace to confuse the world."

The Wushuang scholar nodded calmly and agreed to Zhang Yifeng's small request without any hesitation.

"Then let's set off next?"

Wushuang scholar, who was anxious to relieve his turbulent heart, immediately asked Zhang Yifeng.

"No hurry, let's have a good drink first."

Zhang Yifeng waved his hand and continued pouring wine into the glass.

Seeing this, the Wushuang scholar frowned slightly, but he didn't know what to say.

Seeing that Zhang Yifeng had been drinking and had no words other than that, Wushuang scholar suddenly felt depressed.

After sitting cross-legged for a long time, he finally couldn't hold himself back and started drinking.

The wine glass was lifted higher and faster each time, obviously venting the frustration in his heart on drinking.

Zhang Yifeng watched him act like this, but an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After a while, the two of them had drunk countless drinks and were very drunk.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Zhang Yifeng immediately stood up and put away all the drinking utensils.

At the same time, with the movement of mana in the body, all the drunkenness in the body was eliminated.

"Fellow Taoist Wushuang, it's time to set off."

Looking at the drunken scholar who was still pouring wine into his mouth, Zhang Yifeng smiled.

At the same time, a spiritual light flew out from his palm and fell on Wushuang Scholar, sobering him up.

"Ahem, God of Death, let's go."

After the Wushuang scholar sobered up, thinking about his appearance just now, he couldn't help but cough lightly.

In the Wushuang Palace, the image of the Wushuang scholar has always been noble and mysterious.

Zhang Yifeng had never shown the posture he had seen just now in front of the maid or even his subordinates.

If anyone else had been present just now, their jaws would have dropped.

"Wait a minute, Fellow Daoist Killer God, have you forgotten what we said before?"

When Zhang Yifeng saw that he was about to leave with him, he immediately stopped him.

The Wushuang scholar then patted his head and remembered what he had just promised.

He groaned, and then his whole body began to flash with cyan light.

After a while, when the light dissipated, a handsome young man half a man tall was revealed.

The appearance is similar to Wushuang Scholar, but the overall temperament is weaker.

"This is what I looked like when I was young. No one in this world has ever seen me."

"Next, when I follow you, the God of Death, I will show you this image."

The Wushuang scholar spoke, but his voice also changed into a crisp boyish voice.

"Fellow Taoist Wushuang, your method of disguise is really strange. Now even I can't see through your disguise."

"But there is one more thing that needs to be understood, and that is that if you stay by my side, Fellow Taoist Wushuang will definitely not be able to use the word "killer god" to call me."

"Similarly, I can no longer call you Wushuang Fellow Taoist."

Zhang Yifeng sighed with emotion when he saw this, but he also pointed out the shortcomings of their next trip.

"In that case, Brother Zhang will call me Lu Shuang."

Lu Shuang groaned, then said crisply with a warm smile on his face.

"Hehe, although this smile of fellow Daoist Wushuang is fake, it is still much better than your usual gloomy look."

Zhang Yifeng chuckled lightly.

Now that everything is ready, it is naturally time to leave the Wushuang Palace and return to the blessed land to find Dali and the others.

Lu Shuang on the other side didn't say anything when he heard the sound, and saw a green light coming from his fingertips, and after landing, he appeared like an unparalleled scholar.

After the clone appeared, he bowed to Lu Shuang and Zhang Yifeng.

"Friend Lu Shuang, I will take good care of this Wushuang Palace during your absence."

After saying that, the unparalleled scholar that Lu Shuang had differentiated walked towards the outside of the side hall.

"Lu Shuang, your clone technique is quite interesting."

Zhang Yifeng looked at the clone who was minding his own business and left, then looked back at Lu Shuang with a surprised look on his face and said.

Zhang Yifeng was really surprised that this clone still maintained its self-awareness after leaving the body.

"With the Ten Thousand Books Pavilion in my hand, I have countless secrets."

"Brother Zhang, if you are interested, I can teach you this method."

Lu Shuang raised his eyebrows slightly and said to Zhang Yifeng.

"No, this method has too many disadvantages and I can't use it yet."

Zhang Yifeng shook his head and replied calmly.

He has seen that although this clone has its own mind, it is a paper tiger.

Once you encounter a slight attack, it will dissipate on the spot.

For Zhang Yifeng, who often travels everywhere, he really has no need for this secret method of clone.

After the conversation, Zhang Yifeng immediately hid his figure for Lu Shuang, and the two of them walked out of Wushuang Palace together.

Because of the order from the clone sent by Lu Shuang earlier, even if Zhang Yifeng had a fierce battle with Wushuang scholar, no one in Wushuang Palace blocked his way.

After returning to the spirit boat all the way, Zhang Yifeng controlled the spirit boat and headed towards the blessed land where Ji Dali and others were.

After they left for a while, a figure entered the Wushuang Palace and came directly to the clone of the Wushuang scholar.

"Your Majesty, are you sure you don't need to arrange for someone to protect you secretly?"

The person came out of the shadows, half-knelt in front of the clone, and asked for instructions.

"Qing Ruyan, I just praised you before, why do I say such things now."

"If I had to, I wouldn't have left with the God of Death without saying a word."

“Sometimes, it’s not good to see too much.”