Eternal Life as False Emperor

Fang Zhuo’s expression was still not quite pleasant, but he burst into laughter: "They never expected that this time, they’d try to steal a chicken only to lose the bait."

"With Zheng Yi’s warning, not only did their plot fail, but it also caused the fourth Enlightenment Master of the Nether Spirit Race to be seriously injured."

"I held nothing back earlier; that lad will absolutely not be able to recover to his peak state within ten years."

Fang Zhuo approvingly patted Zheng Yi’s shoulder, his smile exceedingly bright.

Zheng Yi helplessly twitched the corner of his mouth.

How many years had it been since anyone dared to treat him like this since he became Emperor?

Now, he still felt a bit unaccustomed to it.

Considering the other party was an Enlightenment Master, and knowing he might need help from them in the future, he endured it.

"Who are you?" Shen Weiyao’s eyes were as deep as unfathomable pools, without a ripple of emotion.

"Junior Zheng Yi pays respects to Senior." Zheng Yi hurriedly saluted with respect.

This was the strongest human, even more formidable than Sword God Fang Zhuo.

Although she looked like a girl of twenty-five or six, heaven knows how old she really was.

Boom!

A bolt of lightning suddenly struck down from the sky, landing directly on Zheng Yi.

Though it caused him no substantial harm, it did make him grimace in pain.

Everyone looked at Shen Weiyao in confusion, not understanding why she suddenly attacked Zheng Yi.

Fang Zhuo gripped his sword handle, ready to save Zheng Yi’s life at any moment.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, although Zheng Yi is not from Canglan Realm, he has repeatedly helped our fellow cultivators navigate crises since arriving here. I believe he has no connection with the Nether Spirit Race."

Shen Weiyao’s expression didn’t change at all, not even Zheng Yi could discern what she was thinking.

Such a situation, even Zheng Yi encountered for the first time.

Others, even peerless powerhouses like Sword God Fang Zhuo, often unwittingly reveal thoughts through expressions or actions.

Zheng Yi could guess some of their thoughts through their behaviors.

Though often these methods weren’t very useful, as long as he could gather some information at a critical moment, it would give him many advantages.

But facing Shen Weiyao, his usual methods of observing people all failed.

This woman was like an iceberg. If not for her need to breathe, Zheng Yi might even suspect that she was a dead person, devoid of any living aura.

"It’s nothing, I just vaguely felt that he was thinking something quite inappropriate in his head."

Sword God Fang Zhuo, hearing this, immediately gave Zheng Yi a look that any man would understand.

That look clearly said: "You, kid, are bold, daring to entertain such thoughts in front of Heaven and Hell."

Zheng Yi wanted to explain but didn’t know where to start.

Such matters were like mud slipping into your pants; whether it’s crap or not, it looks like crap, and attempts to clarify only make it worse.

"No matter if you believe it, senior, what I’m thinking and what you think I’m thinking are not the same."

Shen Weiyao never took her gaze off Zheng Yi.

"The Human Race and Nether Spirit Race are about to engage in battle. Your appearance at this moment compels us to question your identity. I have a few questions I hope you can answer truthfully."

Even Zheng Yi himself felt that his appearance here was indeed too unusual.

If he were the commander of the human side, he wouldn’t consider so much at all.

He’d arrest people directly.

If the situation wasn’t that urgent, he’d thoroughly investigate first.

If it were urgent...

Eliminating such unstable factors directly would be the simplest and most effective method.

Shen Weiyao’s cool voice spoke again: "Think carefully before answering."

"If there are questions you don’t want to answer, you don’t have to, but don’t lie."

"Your answers will determine your life or death."

Without Shen Weiyao needing to remind, Zheng Yi also clearly felt that this woman wasn’t joking.

If his answers couldn’t satisfy her, she would absolutely kill him without hesitation.

Even if Sword God Fang Zhuo teamed up with everyone from Wenxian Temple, they couldn’t save his life.

Fang Zhuo still had a good impression of Zheng Yi; after all, without Zheng Yi’s warning earlier, there might have been casualties between him and Shen Weiyao.

Considering the strength gap between the two, Fang Zhuo felt the Nether Spirit Race would very likely target him first.

So, Zheng Yi indirectly saved his life.

"Fellow Daoist Shen, there’s no need to be so serious. Zheng Yi helped..."

"Fellow Daoist Fang!" Shen Weiyao rudely interrupted Fang Zhuo: "You should understand, this test concerns many lives and cannot be taken lightly."

Fang Zhuo helplessly spread his hands toward Zheng Yi, as if to say: "I’ve said something good for you, but if the other party is unrelenting, there’s nothing I can do."

Zheng Yi nodded slightly, expressing his gratitude.

To speak frankly, compared to Fang Zhuo, Zheng Yi appreciated Shen Weiyao more.

Though carefree and uninhibited like Fang Zhuo was certainly enjoyable as a friend, once serious matters were at stake...

You couldn’t say he was unreliable, but he never gave complete assurance.

"Please ask, senior. I will answer everything I can to the best of my knowledge." Zheng Yi cautiously left room for himself.

He said he would answer what he could.

As the Emperor of the Great Yu Immortal Dynasty, what he could or couldn’t answer was entirely up to him.