The fearless lion seal obtained by signing in gave Lin Jiufeng a powerful martial arts to increase his strength.
He only had a few sword skills before, but now he also has other methods, which can be regarded as a trump card.
After signing in, Lin Jiufeng entered the cold palace. Once the door was closed, no one knew he had been out.
As for the disturbances from the outside world, they have nothing to do with Lin Jiufeng.
Seven days in a row passed, Lin Jiufeng was practicing silently, improving his potential, concentrating on signing up for the Ning Yuan Dan, striving to break through the Golden Dan and enter the master realm as soon as possible.
If you had entered the Grandmaster before, you would have been considered a master, but now that the Martial Saint has appeared, the Grandmaster is nothing.
On this day, spring has arrived.
With delicious food and delicious wine, he talked to Lin Jiufeng about what happened in the imperial capital as usual in front of the Leng Palace.
"Your Highness, now the people from the Demon Sect have retreated, the people from the Taoist Sect and the Buddhist Sect have also left one after another, and the people of the Imperial Capital have returned to a quiet life." Dachun said.
"Good thing." Lin Jiufeng took a sip of wine and said.
"Your Highness, I heard that because Patriarch Huajian came to assassinate Your Majesty, several vassal kings were ready to overthrow the Yuhua Dynasty, but now they have all calmed down and all expressed their loyalty." Dachun said.
"Without the strength of the Martial Saint realm, they would not dare to rebel." Lin Jiufeng didn't care. These vassal kings were loyal ministers who accompanied the Yuhua Dynasty to conquer the world in the early years, and later managed one side, but their descendants did not think so.
Now the nine vassal kings have become a serious problem for the Yuhua Shen Dynasty. When he was the prince, Lin Jiufeng was also very worried.
But these are not his turn to worry about now, they are the concerns of the Sixth Prince and His Majesty.
It would be fine if he just signed in with peace of mind.
After eating and drinking, Dachun left. Lin Jiufeng lived a peaceful life and practiced quietly.
As for Wuming, although he was resurrected by the Nether Corpse Control Technique and gave birth to a new consciousness, in principle he is not a 'human', he is just a puppet who obeys Lin Jiufeng's orders.
He could never improve his cultivation to the martial saint realm, and if Lin Jiufeng didn't tell him to do anything, he could lie down in the coffin all the time.
Signing in day after day, Lin Jiufeng didn't sign in all the Ning Yuan Dan, he wandered around the entire cold palace.
On this day, he came to an abandoned palace.
Qianyuan Hall!
The two brothers who competed with His Majesty for the throne were imprisoned in this hall, namely Lin Jiufeng's uncle.
After they died in depression, the place became deserted. No one came to take care of it. Now the ground is covered with weeds, covered with cobwebs, the palace collapsed, and the walls are broken, making it difficult to stay.
Lin Jiufeng came here, looked at the place where it was difficult to settle, and swept away the weeds with a helpless sword energy.
Are you signing in at Qianyuan Hall
A line of words appeared in front of my eyes.
"Sign in!" Lin Jiufeng said without hesitation.
Does he want to see what he can sign
Sign in successfully and get a Millennium Cold Jade Bed!
Lin Jiufeng looked at this line of words in surprise and immediately returned to his yard. Sure enough, in his yard, there was a cold jade bed. It was not big, just a single bed.
This is a thousand-year-old cold jade bed, which is a great tonic for practitioners. Practicing on the cold jade bed can lock the body, absorb spiritual energy, and get twice the result with half the effort.
"With this cold jade bed, my path to becoming a master is not far away." Lin Jiufeng said happily, and immediately moved the cold jade bed into the room and started practicing on it.
As expected, one day surpassed the past three days.
This is already very fast. Unless Lin Jiufeng signs in every day, he spends the rest of his time practicing on the cold jade bed.
Time flies, half a year has passed.
Within half a year, Lin Jiufeng raised his cultivation level to the master level.
He is already at the third step of the master realm.
The realm of a master is divided into nine steps, which is said to be nine steps to reach the sky.
Many people would never complete the nine steps of the Grandmaster, but for Lin Jiufeng, it was relatively simple.
Especially after having the Cold Jade Bed, his cultivation speed really improved significantly.
Nothing special has happened in the Imperial Capital in the past six months. Every time Dachun comes over, the things he talks about are trivial and trivial.
But this time when the spring came, he said seriously to Lin Jiufeng: "Your Highness, Your Majesty seems to be in trouble. Both the government and the public are talking about this matter."
Lin Jiufeng said strangely: "He is only fifty years old. According to his cultivation level, he can live a good life for three hundred years. Why not?"
"It is said that His Majesty forcibly practiced the secrets of the royal family, which damaged his roots and cannot be cured. It has become more and more serious in the past six months. State affairs and other matters are under the supervision of the Sixth Prince. In the past three months, he has rarely gone to court." Dachun said.
Lin Jiufeng was stunned. His cheap father was really going to die
Then his younger brother will become the emperor of the Yuhua Dynasty.
Dachun brought this news this time, which made Lin Jiufeng's mood fluctuate a bit.
After all, he is the father of this body, so he cannot remain indifferent.
Forbidden City, Central Hall.
Today, His Majesty is already very thin. Half a year ago, he was still the majestic Emperor. Half a year later, he is already dying.
Outside the central hall, courtiers knelt in a row with sad faces.
In the palace, there are only His Majesty and the Crown Prince.
"Your Majesty, have you found the senior Martial Saint?" Your Majesty, who had been in coma for a month, now regained consciousness and opened his eyes and asked.
The Sixth Prince shook his head and whispered: "Not found, no news at all."
"It seems that this senior Martial Saint doesn't want to be disturbed. You have to keep looking, but don't relax in cultivating your own people. Now that the Martial Saint has appeared, the spiritual energy of the world has changed greatly, and practice has become easier. There will be many, many Martial Saints in the future. "Sheng, the Yuhua Dynasty must have its own strength." His Majesty grabbed the sixth prince's hand and said something hidden with great difficulty.
The aura changes drastically and practice becomes easier.
Only some powerful people know about these things for the time being.
"In the future, the world will change greatly, and the Yuhua Dynasty must deal with it. There will also be the power of the vassal king. You must deal with it after you succeed to the throne."
"My son, I know." The sixth prince agreed.
His Majesty was dying and said: "I was also angry about your elder brother's affairs and ruined his cultivation. When he let go of Concubine Tian, the government and the public were very dissatisfied. You can improve his life and don't let him go for the time being. As for the future, "
Before the words were spoken, he passed away.
The sixth prince shouted sadly: "Father!"
The officials outside the main hall also burst into tears.
That night, Lin Jiufeng looked at the moon in the cold palace.
His clothes are as beautiful as snow and his face is calm.
Suddenly, nine bells rang from the Forbidden City.
Nine represents the Nine-Five.
The ringing of bells represents the day of funeral.
Your Majesty, Lin Jiufeng's cheap father is now dead.
At this moment, crying sounds could be heard from all over the imperial capital.
Lin Jiufeng let out a long sigh, turned around and bowed towards the Forbidden City as a farewell greeting.