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What is the meaning of Chapter 53?
Guang Chengzi stood still, his face calm and composed, but his heart was filled with incomprehension.
What does it mean to "not let him get away"?
Although Guang Chengzi was once the tutor of the Yellow Emperor, he rarely interacted with the mortal world after the Battle of Zhuolu. How come all the soldiers of Chaoge City recognize him?
Before he could figure it out, the surrounding people had already flocked to the scene.
An old woman knelt down tremblingly and kowtowed, saying, "May the Imperial Tutor protect my grandson and keep him safe."
A burly man shouted at the top of his lungs, "May the Imperial Tutor enjoy boundless blessings!"
Several old men even tried to stuff a basket of eggs into his hands, chanting, "The Imperial Tutor saved His Majesty in the Nine-Room Palace last time; he is the lucky star of our Great Shang."
Guang Chengzi frantically helped this person and pushed away that person, his head filled with increasing confusion.
Just then, a loud voice came from inside the city gate: "Imperial Tutor!"
Emperor Xin strode out of the Meridian Gate, followed by Wen Zhong, Jiang Ziya, and a group of civil and military officials, all with excited expressions on their faces.
Di Xin rushed to Guang Chengzi's side, the mighty emperor's eyes slightly red:
"The Imperial Tutor has saved me from danger several times, and today he has revealed his true form again. What important matter do you wish to discuss with me?"
Guang Chengzi looked at Di Xin's genuinely excited expression, and then at Wen Zhong's slightly cautious but not hostile look, and his heart skipped a beat.
Someone is impersonating him, and the impersonation is so convincing that even the Emperor believed it to be true.
He opened his mouth, but swallowed the words back.
If he denied it on the spot, where would Di Xin's face be?
In the Emperor's fury, how could he possibly find disciples in Chaoge?
He had no choice but to suppress his doubts and force a smile onto his face:
"I have come here to discuss something with Your Majesty."
Emperor Xin was overjoyed and immediately took Guang Chengzi's hand and entered the palace.
Wen Zhong followed behind, his divine eye scanning Guang Chengzi again and again—the aura of magical power was unmistakable, it was indeed Guang Chengzi himself.
But he felt something was off. Why was this imperial tutor so much more reserved than usual today?
Guang Chengzi followed Emperor Xin into the palace, but the obsessive corpse remained outside the palace walls.
Although he was enveloped in Guang Chengzi's magical power, precisely because of this, no one dared to approach him.
The one in the hall has reached the late stage of Taiyi Xuanxian, only one step away from Daluo Jinxian, so his perception of his own magical power must be extremely sharp.
Moreover, Amitabha has just left. If he were to reappear now, and the other party were to launch a surprise attack, it would be a loss for him.
Fortunately, the palace had already planted magic beans, and by carefully using a small amount of magic power, one could glean a few words.
In the side hall, Emperor Xin sat in the main seat, Guang Chengzi took the second seat, and his trusted ministers, including Wen Zhong, Shang Rong, Bi Gan, Jiang Ziya, and Yang Ren, stood on both sides.
The palace servants served wine and meat, and Emperor Xin was gentle and respectful, personally pouring wine for Guang Chengzi.
"I wonder what important matter brings the Imperial Tutor here?"
Guang Chengzi sat upright at the table, his tone distant and indifferent:
"I have come here because Heaven has instructed me to come and take on a disciple."
Wen Zhong's brows furrowed more and more deeply.
The Imperial Tutor before me is undoubtedly the same Imperial Tutor who saved me twice in the Nine Palaces, but his attitude is completely different.
One is approachable, the other is aloof; is there some hidden reason behind this?
Is this the only option, given the large public presence? But isn't the Nine-Room Hall also a public space?
Di Xin didn't think much of it. He was in high spirits because of a happy occasion. His second son, Yin Hong, had just become a disciple of Chi Jingzi and obtained several treasures.
Now that the Imperial Tutor has personally come to visit, and with the Shang Dynasty's fortunes soaring, no one has the mind to ponder whether the Imperial Tutor's tone is colder than usual.
He laughed and said, "What a coincidence! My second son, Yin Hong, has just become a disciple of the Immortal Master Chi Jingzi, and now someone else in the palace is eligible to become his disciple. I wonder if the Immortal Master knows who this person is?"
Guang Chengzi certainly knew that Yin Hong had worshipped Chi Jingzi.
Just now at the entrance of Jade Void Palace, Chi Jingzi had boasted to him that this disciple had exceptional talent and had reached the Foundation Establishment stage after meditating for only a short time on Kunlun Mountain. He was truly a rare genius.
He frowned slightly and said only, "This humble Taoist only knows what Heaven has shown, and this disciple is in this palace."
Di Xin laughed heartily: "In that case, I will summon all the people in the palace, and the Imperial Tutor can examine them one by one."
Guang Chengzi calmly thanked him and then said nothing more.
Before long, footsteps could be heard approaching from outside the hall.
Yin Jiao entered the palace upon imperial decree, dressed in a black royal robe with a long sword at his waist. He first strode forward to pay his respects to Emperor Xin, then walked to Guang Chengzi and bowed deeply in return.
"Yin Jiao pays respects to the Imperial Tutor."
Guang Chengzi looked up, and a sudden impulse surged within him.
He had cultivated for tens of thousands of years and had never sensed cause and effect so clearly.
The moment he saw Yin Jiao's face clearly, he felt as if the three corpse gods in his Niwan Palace were jumping wildly.
The eldest son of the Emperor, the crown prince of the Shang Dynasty, his chosen disciple is actually the future ruler of the Yin Shang Dynasty.
The Mandate of Heaven rests with the Zhou Dynasty; this was a rule established at the very beginning of the Investiture of the Gods.
But what if he, the disciple of the Yellow Emperor's tutor, was the eldest son of the Human Emperor?
Has the mandate of heaven changed? Is the way of heaven no longer with the Zhou, but with the Shang?
The hall was silent; everyone noticed Guang Chengzi's unusual behavior.
The leader of the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, who had just been aloof and indifferent, was now staring blankly at Yin Jiao, remaining silent for a long time.
Yin Jiao stood in front of him, feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, yet dared not be impolite.
Guang Chengzi stood up and walked straight to Yin Jiao, his expression solemn: "Would you be willing to become my disciple?"
These words shocked the entire hall.
Yin Jiao was stunned. He subconsciously looked at Di Xin, then at Wen Zhong, and finally his gaze fell on the Taoist priest with an otherworldly air in front of him.
My second brother, Yin Hong, became a disciple of Chi Jingzi, which was approved by our father.
But he was different. He was the eldest son of the Emperor, and with his second brother gone, he was the future ruler of the Shang Dynasty.
After the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, the Human Emperor was forbidden from cultivating. This was an ironclad law set by Heaven for the human race. If he were to enter the immortal realm, who would inherit the Shang Dynasty?
Di Xin's smile froze.
He slowly put down his wine glass and looked at Guang Chengzi.
The enthusiasm in his eyes had vanished, replaced by scrutiny and wariness.
As the tutor of the human emperor, Guang Chengzi could not possibly be unaware of the rule that the human emperor was not allowed to cultivate.
Even though he knows it's impossible, he still comes to take on disciples.
"May I ask, Immortal Master?"
Di Xin's voice turned deep, "Do you know who this is?"
Wen Zhong pinched something under the table; though he didn't use his magic, he didn't put it away either.
All the ministers stared at Guang Chengzi, their gazes sharp as knives.
Yang Ren's two small hands, hidden under the white cloth on his forehead, were trembling slightly. Shang Rong and Bi Gan exchanged a glance, their faces filled with indignation.
Jiang Ziya sat in the banquet, extremely caught in a dilemma.
On one side was his senior brother from his sect, who had never greeted him or didn't even remember him; on the other side was the succession of the Human Emperor's offspring.
But as a human, he had no room for compromise on this matter. He looked at Guang Chengzi with a complicated expression.
"Eldest brother, you should know that the Emperor is not allowed to cultivate; now His Majesty is diligent in governing and does not care for women. The Second Prince has already entered the mountain gate, leaving only the First Prince. May I ask, eldest brother?"
Jiang Ziya hardened his heart and, gritting his teeth, demanded, "What...do you mean?!"