There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 669 - 251: Immortal! (Part 3)

Through the conversation of these people.

This old friend has been searching and has mobilized many connections to search.

In terms of friendship, although he hasn't found me, he has already done enough.

This situation is like someone diligently starting a business but failing; you can't say they have no ambition in the end.

Only looking at the result and not the process is simply being unreasonable.

The formula of the Heavenly Dao is like 1+1=2; if you only look at the result, it's just a 2, disregarding all causes.

Such people are absolutely unreasonable.

Before Zhang Feng reached Divinity Transformation, if he encountered such a person, he would avoid them if possible. Saying one more word would be disrespectful to the Heavenly Dao.

And ironically, his 'original self' turned into such a selfish person under the pressure of life and death.

For Zhang Feng, this kind of emotion is honestly something he is experiencing for the first time.

It seems that even at 100% Divinity Transformation, not all emotions are absolute, but they can be bypassed.

...

In the blink of an eye, ten days passed.

Several people from the Profound Cloud Sect wandered around the city, looking for disciples who met their standards. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

In the process of searching.

They held a crystal stone in their hands, which could detect the talents of everyone nearby.

If someone with high aptitude was within a mile radius, the crystal stone would show corresponding spiritual energy fluctuations.

It's a kind of magic similar to searching for various spirits.

Under Zhang Feng's observation, when they found someone with the right qualifications, they would further screen for character traits.

It's just like the fairy tales of the 'Golden Axe, Silver Axe' or 'The Farmer and the Snake' that reveal human nature.

Watching them repeatedly find suitable people and test them again, it really felt like watching an educational little story turned into a documentary-style live-action movie.

As for Steward Zhao, he went to the second sect stationed in this dynasty again today.

Just like a few days ago, he inquired about his own information.

The way he described things, it was roughly how he felt his current image was.

He even drew a picture.

Zhang Feng used his spiritual sense to glance at it, and had to admit, there was a charming handsomeness of an elderly person to it.

Standing at six feet two, with bushy eyebrows and big eyes, a head of white hair tied back—it indeed had the heroic look of an elder.

Yet it bore no resemblance to the real Zhang Feng, hunched over with a turtle-like back.

Honestly, with this kind of portrait, even if Zhang Feng didn't hide on purpose,

he could stand openly in the street and still be hard to find.

'This old friend is hopeless,' Zhang Feng thought, shaking his head internally, feeling this friend thought too highly of him.

But to be honest, when he first came to this world, if he weren't plagued by various illnesses, he did somewhat resemble the portrait.

For instance, both had a head of white hair, both were elderly.

Yet thinking carefully, after fifty years without seeing each other, indeed many memories stayed at the blurred youthful image.

Nowadays there are no cameras, and after decades, who can remember what old friends looked like?

In short, 'My best friend is handsome, but just a little less than me' is sufficient.

Steward Zhao really is quite handsome.

Craned white hair, rosy cheeks, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes—very much resembling a cultivator from a mythological drama.

Cultivation can refine the body, and improving one's looks is naturally a simple thing.

Reflecting upon this,

Zhang Feng decided not to let him search so blindly for him anymore.

As it happens, Zhang Feng needed to see the Crown Prince, to study the jade stone properly.

So he would use the Crown Prince's mouth to invite his old friend.

This way, it adds a bit of standing, much better than showing up directly.

Of course, Zhang Feng knew that this was his selfish experience at play, wanting to give his old friend a 'little jolt'.

But it was entertaining, harmless, so why not experience it?

Also tonight.

At the Crown Prince's courtyard.

'With this supreme treasure in my possession, among the world's cultivators? Who can do anything to me!'

During these ten-odd days, the Crown Prince had faintly touched the threshold of the Golden Core and was now in high spirits.

In fact, during this period, he had no intention of visiting any sects.

Now he only wished to cultivate quickly, step into the Golden Core, and then dash for higher realms.

He was also prepared that once his Golden Core reached perfection, he would return to the court.

Lest he had not yet grown, and his other royal brothers, uncles, seeing his extraordinary talent and suspected fortune, might come to assassinate him in secret.

But as long as the Golden Core was perfected, then waiting for the emperor's passing.

The Crown Prince could boldly say, 'If you're my brothers, meet me at Xuanwu Gate!'

Xuanwu Gate, where Li Shimin killed his brothers.

And although there's no Tang Dynasty here, nor does the history mirror Earth's, they have a similar Xuanwu Gate event.

Moreover, here the Xuanwu Gate indeed serves as the modern battleground for the princes.

The Crown Prince was preparing for this event, ready to take on all comers solo.

His confidence came entirely from the jade stone.

Meanwhile.

'Report…'

The Crown Prince was in the small courtyard, brimming with confidence.

His guard ran up to the entrance and reported:

'Your Highness, two cultivators from the Wanyu Sect request an audience.'

'Those two brothers?'

The Crown Prince nodded slightly; unlike before when they were flattering sycophants, he now calmly instructed: 'Let them wait for me in the main hall.'

The main hall is, in fact, the reception hall within the small courtyard.

However, with the Crown Prince now full of pride, he unconsciously used his palace speech habits.

'Yes...' The guard said no more, turned, and was about to leave.

But as soon as he turned,

he suddenly saw an unfamiliar old man appear outside the courtyard.

'Who?!' he shouted sharply.

'Hmm?' Upon hearing the shout, the Crown Prince also released his spiritual sense and looked towards the old man,

'Who are you?'

Seeing the stranger arrive, the Crown Prince was ready to act at any time, and he crushed a talisman to summon a Golden Core-level guest staying nearby in the courtyard.

'Greetings, Your Highness,'

Zhang Feng, however, appeared at ease,

'I am Zhang Feng, pardon my intrusion.'

As he spoke, he stepped into the courtyard.

Zhang Feng appeared not much different from an ordinary old man, even with a hunchbacked and stooped small frame, he seemed less than the average elderly.

But under the night sky,

though Zhang Feng seemed bent and small, under the Crown Prince's astonished gaze, as he walked step by step into the courtyard, his diminutive figure gradually lit up the entire heaven and earth, dispelling the endless full moon from the sky, like a great sun in the sky.