Old Scarlet Flood Dragon sighed a long sigh, losing even the desire to bicker with Running Ox.
Running Ox knew when to stop and didn't mock him further, sighing along with him.
The two demons sat side by side before the temple gate, watching the Mortals passing to and fro outside, both wearing expressions of deep worry.
It was at this moment.
A voice as smooth as jade suddenly rang in the ears of the two demons.
"Pardon the intrusion, you two... is this the Nine Heavens Eldest Princess Demon-Slaying True Lord Temple?"
Old Scarlet Flood Dragon and Running Ox were both stunned.
They turned their heads together to look.
At the bottom of the steps outside the temple gate, a man dressed in red robes stood there at some unknown time.
The man's face was as fair as jade, his aura ethereal, and a gentle smile played upon his lips.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he watched them quietly.
Clearly, no powerful fluctuations of Qi could be felt.
Yet, whether it was Old Scarlet Flood Dragon in the Mountain Gazing Realm or Running Ox in the Denglou Realm.
When they met those eyes as deep as an abyss.
Their hearts both gave an uncontrollable, sudden throb.
Old Scarlet Flood Dragon swallowed hard, suppressing the palpitation in his heart.
He stood up, putting on the airs of the Great Tang's True Lord Temple manager.
"Who are you?"
Old Scarlet Flood Dragon sized up the other party.
"What business do you have at this True Lord Temple?"
Facing Old Scarlet Flood Dragon's slightly blunt questioning, the red-robed man did not get angry.
The smile on his lips remained, gentle as jade.
"I am but a Loose Cultivator wandering the four seas."
The man cupped his hands, his voice peaceful.
"Having just arrived in Chang'an, I heard all the commoners in the city talking about the Grand Princess's great fame."
"They say Her Highness slays demons and protects the Great Tang's territory, and the Great Tang has even erected a temple and statue for her to receive the incense of the ten thousand people."
"I have also heard that the Grand Princess not only possesses heaven-defying strength but is also peerlessly elegant."
"With great admiration in my heart, I thought to come here to pay my respects to the True Lord's divine statue."
Hearing these words.
Most of the vigilance in Old Scarlet Flood Dragon's eyes instantly dissipated.
So it was a fanatical believer who came because of Her Highness's fame.
He had seen many such things since the True Lord Temple was built.
However, a Loose Cultivator from outside... it was the first time he'd seen one.
It seemed... Her Highness's fame had already spread beyond the Great Tang.
Old Scarlet Flood Dragon nodded secretly, and amidst his gratification, he couldn't help but straighten his back.
Even Running Ox beside him also held his head high and puffed out his chest, sharing in the glory.
"You have good taste,"
Old Scarlet Flood Dragon said proudly, with his hands behind his back.
"Indeed, this is the Nine Heavens Eldest Princess Demon-Slaying True Lord Temple."
"My Highness is an immortal from the heavens descended to the Mortal world. To be able to come here and offer a stick of incense is a blessing you've earned over eight lifetimes as a Loose Cultivator."
The red-robed man was, naturally, Wang Canglan, who had come all the way from Yujing Tower.
He looked at these two demons acting with borrowed authority, a hidden coldness flashing deep within his eyes.
Two lowly demons dared to shout in front of him.
Normally, he would only need a single look to turn these two Beasts into ashes.
But he restrained himself.
Wang Canglan smiled slightly, following along with Old Scarlet Flood Dragon's words.
"The temple manager is absolutely right."
"I have admired the Grand Princess for a long time."
"I wonder if Her Highness is currently in this Chang'an City."
"If I could be fortunate enough to catch even a distant glimpse of Her Highness's immortal grace, I would have no regrets in this life."
Wang Canglan's tone was sincere, and he kept his posture very low, secretly probing for Jiang Yuechu's whereabouts.
How could Old Scarlet Flood Dragon know exactly where Jiang Yuechu had gone? He only heard it was some mountain or some range... since he couldn't follow anyway, why remember it so clearly?
But as the temple manager and the most loyal dog by Her Highness's side, how could he show weakness in front of an outsider?
Old Scarlet Flood Dragon snorted coldly: "My Highness is occupied with a myriad of affairs every day. How can she be seen just because you want to?"
Hearing this.
Wang Canglan's face stiffened slightly, and his fists hidden in his sleeves suddenly clenched.
How could this Beast speak so infuriatingly?!
Before he could continue.
Old Scarlet Flood Dragon had already enthusiastically approached, grabbing Wang Canglan's sleeve.
"However... since you came for her fame, what's the point of just standing at the door... Come, come, go inside and kowtow to Her Highness's divine statue, and offer a stick of incense."
"Sincerity brings results. Perhaps Her Highness's Divine Thought can sense your devotion."
Wang Canglan was half-pulled and half-dragged into the temple by Old Scarlet Flood Dragon.
Bursts of anger rose in his heart.
A grand Yujing Tower Prodigy, a supreme expert only a step away from the Chess Player Realm.
The savior of this Great Cataclysm of Heaven and Earth.
Now he was actually being dragged by a Mountain Gazing Realm demon to kowtow to a wild girl who was blocking his great Dao?
A total humiliation.
The Pure Yang Fire forcibly suppressed within his body seemed to sense its master's rage, showing signs of losing control.
The scorching aura ran wild within his Meridians.
Wang Canglan took a deep breath.
He forcibly suppressed that Pure Yang Fire, which was about to burst forth, back into his Dantian.
The reason he didn't want to reveal his identity or strength, and even resorted to compromising,
Was because in his current state, he only had one chance to strike.
The backlash of the "Nine Revolutions Pure Yang Golden Canon" was extremely heavy. If he couldn't kill her in one hit and seize that woman's essence blood for harmony,
The Pure Yang Fire would instantly erupt, burning him to ashes.
If the other party was not in this Chang'an City,
If he acted rashly, not only would he fail to kill the target, but he would also alert her, throwing away his life for nothing.
But without acting, how could he easily find out Jiang Yuechu's whereabouts from the Great Tang?
But even so.
He couldn't be made to kowtow to that wild girl's clay statue, could he?!
Where was the logic in having to kowtow to someone a few times before killing them?!
If this fucking got back to Yujing Tower and reached the ears of those Dao Lineages in the Eastern Region, wouldn't he be laughed at by everyone in the world until he died!?
"Temple manager."
Wang Canglan forced a very strained smile and quickly declined.
"I have traveled a long way and am covered in dust; my body has inevitably been tainted with some Impure Qi."
"If I were to rashly go in to see the divine statue like this, I fear I would offend the Grand Princess's immortal majesty."
"How about I find an inn, bathe, change my clothes, and fast for three days before coming back to kowtow sincerely?"
This excuse was reasonable, and his attitude was extremely humble.
But how could Old Scarlet Flood Dragon listen?
It wasn't easy to catch a Loose Cultivator from out of town; this was the time for him, the Great Tang's True Lord Temple manager, to show off his authority.
"Oh, you Loose Cultivator, why are you so pedantic?"
Without letting him speak further, Old Scarlet Flood Dragon's withered claws tightly gripped Wang Canglan's sleeve, pulling the man across the threshold.
"What kind of person is my Highness? Why would she care about these red tapes?"
"Sincerity brings results. As long as your kowtow is loud enough, Her Highness will naturally bestow blessings."
"Come, come, don't dawdle. Today, I will personally lead the way for you. That is a fortune you've earned over several lifetimes."
"..."
Wang Canglan's face twitched.
Running Ox on the side happened to be bored. Now that there was a chance to show off his might, how could he not join in?
His large ox eyes glared, and two plumes of white steam snorted from his nostrils.
"I, Old Ox, a grand Denglou Realm great demon, also guard this temple gate every day. You, a Loose Cultivator from out of town, are making excuses when asked to kowtow."
"Are you looking for a beating?"