Xu Yan Monk is definitely not unclear in the head; he doesn't believe in Xiang Qianqiu's promises at all, nor does he want to become any State Preceptor or establish any Dao lineage.

Over two hundred years ago, during the turmoil of Spirit Mountain, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva ventured into the Demon Dao and was suppressed beneath Spirit Mountain, and he was the Arhat closest to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

He once had the opportunity to be promoted to Bodhisattva, having been guided by him many times.

After Ksitigarbha was suppressed, he harbored doubts and wished to see the Buddha to plead for Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but was rebuked by Manjusri Bodhisattva and had to chant sutras for thirty years before being forgiven,

Yet the thirty years of sutra chanting for peace of mind did not quench his thoughts. Seeing himself at odds with Spirit Mountain, he left Spirit Mountain, transforming into Xu Yan, meaning false words, and has not returned to this day.

In this life, he seeks only freedom and will no longer be constrained by anything.

"No matter how many people have I spoken to, it doesn't matter, as long as you agree, this seat will certainly fulfill its promises." Who says there can only be one State Preceptor? It's just an empty title.

As long as the Dragon Slayer Arhat is willing to work for him, a State Preceptor's position is but trivial.

This person was once an Arhat, after a hundred years of cultivation he has already advanced another step, with considerable strength, he must be roped in.

"All this monk seeks is freedom, Patron Xiang should give up this thought." Xu Yan shook his head and refused.

After gazing at him for a while, Xiang Qianqiu let out a long breath:

"All right then, think it over for yourself, my promise always stands, and since there is nothing now, just help me with one more thing."

"Not possible for the time being, this monk has another matter."

"I'll pay extra."

"How much extra?"

"How much do you want?"

"Just joking, this monk truly has matters to attend to, I cannot spare myself for now. Patron Xiang, please seek someone else, we may meet again if fate allows."

Xu Yan Monk laughed heartily, turned and left.

Reaching into his sleeve, he pulled out a wine gourd; though it contained ordinary wine, it was, in fact, a rare strong wine in the world, and for him, its taste was far better than any Spiritual Wine.

"The wine and meat pass through the intestines, but the Buddha stays in the heart..."

Xu Yan Monk shook his head and hummed a tune, gradually walking away.

Xiang Qianqiu continued to gaze at him until his figure vanished from sight, then frowned slightly, but did not insist, rather turned and vanished into the void.

The surroundings were incredibly calm, no different from before.

...

...

In Qingzhou City.

Chen Yuan, donned in a simple green robe, took little more than a day to arrive at this Qingzhou City, which he had been away from for nearly half a year. As the epitome of Qingzhou's finest, the crowds were still large.

Government Officials, the Heavenly Patrol Bureau's Military Guards were seen everywhere, Gang Condensing Martial Artists and Foundation Establishment Martial Artists were also a common sight, only Reach Profound Martial Artists were fewer.

Compared to the Capital, it was clearly two rungs lower here.

But for Chen Yuan, such was for the best.

His cultivation had reached Yang Transformation; even in the Capital, he was merely ordinary, not at the top tier, but in the lower state cities, he was a formidable Refining God expert, already part of the top echelon.

Establishing a top-tier sect was nothing of consequence either.

But that would be an outright affront to the court, which was nearly impossible. Once a Heavenly Patrol Envoy, one could be a Heavenly Patrol Envoy for life, unless Chen Yuan's strength could intimidate the court, who would then only stand by and let it happen.

There was nothing much to stay for in Central State; after meeting the Pingyang Princess that day, he did not stop for rest along the way, nor did he encounter any turmoil.

Leaving the Capital, with Chen Yuan's current status and prowess, phrases like 'the sea is wide for the fish to leap, the sky high for birds to fly, the hidden dragon emerges from the sea, the great roc rises with the winds' would be no exaggeration.

Passing through Qingzhou territory would naturally be much like the previous journey. First, he would meet Jiang He once, convey what his sister-in-law Li Hongshuang had to say, and then inquire about the situation over in Shuzhou.

And at this moment, within the Qingzhou Heavenly Patrol Bureau.

Golden Envoy Jiang He, two Core Realm Vice Envoys, and eight Heavenly Patrol Green Envoys without assignments, were setting up quite a grand array, preparing to welcome the forthcoming newly appointed Heavenly Divine Envoy.

Were it not for Jiang He holding them back, even the state governor and the military's general would have had to come.

Overseer of all affairs in the Three States' Heavenly Patrol Bureau, though Qingzhou was not directly subordinate, it still had to respectfully welcome the lord's arrival, a third rank court official with the added rank of a Marquis, beneath the state cities was practically an overwhelming presence.

Apart from the Duke and those of different surnamed kings, none had a higher rank than Chen Yuan.

Just a simple question: who dares to disobey?

In less than two and a half years, he soared to his current station; honestly, many people were quite bewildered, and those two Vice Envoys and several Green Envoys were all figures who had interacted with Chen Yuan before.

In the blink of an eye, they were still standing in place, while he had already become a vital official of the court. This sense of disparity was truly enormous.

During the welcoming process, many surreptitiously stole glances at Golden Envoy Jiang He at the forefront, their gazes filled with complex meaning; they all felt such disparity.

What about Jiang He, who was once Chen Marquis's direct superior?

Watching was fine for him, but he surely didn't feel comfortable in his heart.

Unfortunately, they were wrong; Jiang He felt no disparity at all, his expression remained utterly calm, as if he was just there to welcome an ordinary Divine Envoy.

If there was any disparity, it was merely in addressing.

Before, when Chen Yuan met him, his mouth was filled with 'subordinate', 'inferior', 'lowly official,' and later he too would have to address him like this.

Quite amusing indeed.

Not long after, Chen Yuan reached the Heavenly Patrol Bureau. When he arrived at Qingzhou City, he had already informed the local officials; this time, he wasn't on any mission, no need to hide his presence.

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