So he didn't have the same concerns as Seo Chi-yi.

Of course, he wouldn't be careless either.

After all, it is a new world, and it is impossible for one hundred and eight gods to understand them all at once.

In a world with abundant and pure vitality, there must be a crouching tiger, hidden dragon, and a raudragon will emerge from nowhere.

So I have to be careful.

It would be better if there were more helpers.

The disciples of the Holy Clan are fine, they can run errands and do odd jobs, but Ye Qiu and Cold Dew are particularly important.

With Ye Qiu and Leng Lu, you can speed up your understanding of that world and be prepared for some unknown dangers in advance.

But he didn't want them to give up the Qinglian Holy Realm and give up immortality, that would be too selfish.

"You go back too." Li Chengkong said: "I'll go to Qinglian Palace."

"Yes." Xu Zhiyi nodded.

She flashed twice, disappeared without a trace, Li Chengkong flashed and returned to Qinglian Palace.

The two girls who were practicing qigong in the side hall were welcomed out.

Li Chengkong waved his hand: "You guys are busy with me, don't worry about me, I will keep it closed for a while."

"Yes." The two women retreated to the side hall.

They are also in a good state, and their cultivation has improved very quickly. They don’t want to miss this state, and they know that Li Chengkong doesn’t like vain rituals either.

When they returned, Li Chengkong sat in his hall, closed his eyes and began to sense the Qinglian Holy Realm.

——

Ten days later, in the evening, Li Chengkong appeared in the southern king Beppu of Yunjing and saw Song Yuzheng.

Song Yuzheng was standing quietly in front of a bunch of flowers in the back garden, looking solemn and motionless.

It was not until Li Chengkong appeared that she turned her head over.

Li Chengkong said: "But what happened?"

"…The father is sick."

"Hmm—?" Li Chengkong was surprised: "The Supreme Emperor is sick?"

Song Shihan is a great master. Even without the Sword of the Emperor, he will not easily get sick.

Unless, heart disease.

"Oh..." Song Yuzheng sighed: "He is very ill, but he doesn't let me go to Qingyi Palace."

"What do you say about the imperial physician?"

"I'm very sick." Song Yuzheng frowned and sighed: "I hurt my heart and lungs, this time I seem to be angry."

Li Chengkong nodded slowly.

Song Shihan may feel cowardly. He made mistakes with one step and ended up like this. The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he was almost depressed.

"Sometimes I wonder if I did something wrong." Song Yuzheng looked up at the sky dyed red by the sunset: "Are you too unfilial?"

Li Chengkong gently patted her shoulder: "This is not your fault,... Do you give the throne to the Supreme Emperor in order not to get sick?"

"Well, I have this idea." Song Yuzheng nodded: "What's the throne compared to his life!"

Li Chengkong looked at her.

She is a rare emotional thing.

Song Yuzheng said: "You must scold me for being ungrateful and capricious."

Li Chengkong smiled and shook his head: "You are also filial, nothing wrong."

Song Yuzheng shook her head: "I remember when I was young, when my father loved me the most and liked to hug me and wander around the palace. Now, thinking about it, it seems to be right in front of me."

Li Chengkong remained silent.

"If the father can't afford to get sick, then I..."

"Don't worry, with me here, it's impossible for him to not be able to get sick."

"I know that you have great medical skills, but you can't cure people. I'm afraid that his heart will die, so that's useless."

Once the energy is discharged, the whole person will not be able to lift his energy, and the body will age quickly, which cannot be avoided even by a great master.

"Diet heart?" Li Chengkong laughed and said, "How could he die from heart?"

"Then he now..."

"It's just temporary. He must be worried. If he dies, he will think of the next emperor, just like Xian'er's grandfather."

"...It's a pity that Yun'er is a woman." Song Yuzheng shook her head.

If Song Zhuyun was not a woman, she would definitely be able to inherit her throne. Although she didn't want her to be the emperor, she would still have thoughts sometimes.

Repeatedly and unsteadily.

Li Chengkong smiled and said, "Then find a relative in the royal family and let him be the prince."

"...inappropriate." Song Yuzheng shook her head.

She thought about the future.

Once Li Chengkong's suppression is gone, Dugu Xian will likely dominate the world. What should he do at that time?

If it is Yun'er, then it may not be the case for the love between brothers and sisters, if you don’t know how to deal with Yun'er, others may not be able to say anything.

Although this may not be the case, we must be careful.

Li Chengkong said: "Then let the Supreme Emperor worry."

"Good idea." Song Yuzheng nodded slowly and slapped her.

A handsome and honest eunuch came here, and it was Wang Xuan who bowed: "Emperor."

"Get paper and pen."

"yes."

Wang Xuan quickly presented a Xuan case with paper and pen on it.

Song Yuzheng picked up the pen and wrote a few words, blew it and sealed it, and handed it to Wang Xuan: "Give it to the Supreme Emperor."

"Yes." Wang Xuan took the letter and took away the Xuan case.

Song Yuzheng smiled and said, "This time, he has something to do."

"Let the Supreme Emperor choose the crown prince?"

"Yes." Song Yuzheng nodded: "Although I don't plan to establish a prince, I can start choosing one, so as to save them from being bored and just want to cause trouble for me."

Li Chengkong said: "I'm afraid it will be in chaos for a while."

The throne is too attractive, and people like Song Yuzheng Dugu Shuming who are destined to ascend, may look at each other indifferently.

But for ordinary people, that is an irresistible temptation.

"Stop messing around." Song Yuzheng said: "Look at the skills of these guys, don't sneak around all day long."

She knew that the royal family was in a bad state, and everyone made small moves behind their backs, thinking about restoring the throne of the Supreme Emperor.

Because they felt that Song Yuzheng would definitely pass the throne to Song Zhuyun, even though it would be useless to say that she would not.

And if the Supreme Emperor is restored, the throne will be chosen within the royal family, without Song Zhuyun's incident.

Then it may be their turn.

This is enough for them to make some small moves.

——

"No!" Song Shihan said in a deep voice.

He was lying on the couch, sitting next to the couch with talented man Zhou Yu.

Zhou Yu whispered: "Your Majesty, let's meet me, what if there is really something wrong."

"I don't want to see her now, let alone the one I want to see her!" Song Shihan closed his eyes and snorted: "He is seeing me die or not!"

"Your Majesty----!" Zhou Yu said softly: "See you."

Song Shihan closed his eyes and refused to speak.

Zhou Yu raised his hand.

The old eunuch around him understood and walked in with slight hands, then came in with the handsome Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan bowed and said, "I have met the Supreme Emperor."

"Hmph." Song Shihan sneered, and snorted with his back to him: "Are you ordered to see if I die?"

Wang Xuan bowed without saying a word.
To be continued...