Astral Apostle

As for having an additional sect title attached to his head, Zhou Jing did not care at all.

With his ability, he would not be controlled by others when he entered the sect. He would most likely become an wandering sect cultivator. As long as he did not do anything evil, Mt Qingliang might even be happy to see him befriend the nobles.

Moreover, he did not have the intention to establish a sect at the moment. This was a huge project. Just having spell techniques to learn was not enough. He also had to understand all kinds of Daoist books and make up a theory. He really did not know much about this mysterious world of cultivators at the moment.

Even if he wanted to "set up an enterprise", he had to first join a large company, figure out the gameplay of the industry, and borrow the advanced experience of successful people.

italic "Interesting. There's something about this Mt Qingliang that's different…"

Zhou Jing narrowed his eyes.

...

On the other side, Envoy Jin was brought back to Zhao Xingan's residence. After recuperating for a while, he barely managed to leave the claws of death.

"Damn it, damn it! How dare such a demon treat me like this!"

Envoy Jin's face was still pale, indignance flashing across his eyes.

Zhao Xing'an chuckled, "That Perfected Master Windwalker has a strange personality. Lord Jin, don't lower yourself to his level… I wonder if Lord Jin has seen his abilities on this trip?"

Envoy Jin caught his breath and glared at Zhao Xingan. "Magistrate Zhao, you deliberately egged me on, but you hid at home. You just wanted to see me embarrass myself!"

Zhao Xing'an laughed and waved his hand, "Lord Jin, you're wrong about me. I told you long ago that Perfected Master Windwalker has true abilities, but you didn't believe me and insisted on witnessing it with your own eyes. How can you blame me for not reminding you?"

Envoy Jin wanted to flare up, but he knew that he was in the wrong and did not want to offend Zhao Xing'an too much. He could only snort and not dwell on it.

He composed himself and temporarily suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart before saying,

"I don't know where this Daoist came from, but he really has some strange abilities. However, the more this is the case, the more we can't let him see His Majesty easily. Otherwise, if he's so surly and dares to assassinate His Majesty without a word, we'll all lose our heads."

Zhao Xingan also stopped smiling and said thoughtfully, "Perfected Master Windwalker has been in Ning Tian for a few months and has befriended nobles, but I haven't seen him have any ill intentions… However, your words are not unreasonable. We have to be careful."

Ordinary assassins could not bring weapons close to the Emperor, but Perfected Master Windwalker had his own spells. If he really had any ill intentions and was summoned by the Emperor, he could assassinate him at any time. The Emperor's safety could not be guaranteed.

Back then, Zhao Xing'an had submitted a memorial to report this matter to the Emperor because after Perfected Master Windwalker's reputation spread, it was difficult to hide it. There would always be other officials who would report it.

Therefore, Zhao Xing'an was worried that as the local magistrate, he could not choose to not report this matter and instead let others report it first. Someone would use this as a pretext to impeach him for hiding something, and then expand the problem to make the Emperor suspect that he really hid many things and did not report them, thus losing the favor of the Emperor… He had no doubt that the political enemies of the other parties would slander him like this.

Therefore, he reported the existence of Perfected Master Windwalker truthfully, but he did not write out any words of admiration. He only carried out the duty of a magistrate and wrote down the local knowledge for the Emperor and the court officials to determine for themselves.

Therefore, in fact, Zhao Xing'an did not specially pull strings at all. No matter if the Emperor summoned this person in the future, it had nothing to do with him.

Of course… if Perfected Master Windwalker obtained the Emperor's appreciation, he did not mind changing his attitude and jumping out to take credit.

However, Envoy Jin did not know what Zhao Xingan was thinking. He solemnly agreed,

"It's best if we can find an excuse to let this Daoist leave Ning Tian for the time being so that His Majesty doesn't have a chance to summon him to the palace. Or we can temporarily sully his reputation and suppress him, causing His Majesty to lose interest in him… I'll leave these matters to Magistrate Zhao. His Majesty will arrive in Ning Tian in a few days. I still have to set off to report to Official Lu."

"...Alright."

Zhao Xing'an came back to his senses and chuckled. He made up his mind not to get involved. During this period of time, he would keep a distance from Zhou Jing.

Of course I can't afford to offend the Emperor, but do you think I can afford to offend Perfected Master Windwalker either?

I don't want to be hated by such an expert. If I hang on a tree like you and be blown by the wind for a day and night… How cold would that be?