Speaking of Daoyin, Lin Tinghe's expression became even weirder.
"The Tao clan really pays attention to the Tao Seal. Without the Tao Seal, even if they practice Taoism, they will not be able to exert their true power."
Lin Tinghe nodded with a complicated expression.
"Then why is his method so powerful?
How can your Taoist attainments be superior to yours?"
Long Qian and Dao.
Everyone stared at Lin Tinghe with some curiosity in their hearts.
"Because he has the seal of Tao."
Lin Tinghe sighed deeply: "His ancestors must have a trace of the blood of our Tao clan. Although he is a human race, he can still cultivate Taoism and have a certain probability of condensing a Tao seal."
"No wonder."
Yu Wen Chenghao nodded slowly, with a solemn expression: "I guess he, like you, belongs to the level of Daozi in the Dao clan, right?
What is condensed is the Dao Palace Seal?"
"So... right?"
Lin Tinghe nodded slowly.
He didn't want to tell everyone the truth.
He has left a message to his master regarding the matter of the Supreme Dao Seal, and he will decide how to deal with it when his master returns from visiting friends.
I think the Tao clan already knows about it, and will most likely send someone to persuade the other party to join the Tao clan, and it will have nothing to do with the human clan from now on.
If the other party really joins the Dao Clan by then, he will be considered one of his own, and it will naturally be disadvantageous to reveal that he possesses the Supreme Dao Seal.
"Forget it, let's not mention this disappointing thing. We still have tasks to do, so we'll say goodbye."
Long Qianyu curled his lips and cupped his fists towards Lin Tinghe.
The other people also clasped their fists and left together.
The True Dragon Academy has its own small circle, and they play with each other regardless of their background. They are all saints, so naturally they will not take Lin Tinghe with them, even if the other party's methods are not weaker than theirs.
Lin Tinghe looked at the backs of the five people and couldn't help but sneer, becoming more determined to be promoted to saint as soon as possible.
Only by becoming a saint can one truly gain the respect of the powerful men of all races, or at least, one will no longer feel disdain.
..."Mom, over at the Monster Clan, which of your friends is looking after Junjun?"
Su Han randomly found a restaurant. After a few people sat down, he asked curiously.
"Don't worry, my mother's friend is very reliable, a close friend of life and death.
If you are worried, Mom will take you over and take a look.
But Junjun has no memory of you, so if you take her away, it may not be a good thing for her."
Qingchen smiled.
"Since we are friends between life and death, the child feels relieved.
After everything is over, the child and mother will go to the Monster Clan together.
If she has a habit of staying with the demon clan, let her do it."
Su Han nodded slightly.
"What happened here?
What else do you want here?"
Qingchen was a little curious.
"It's not determined yet. Let's wait for a while before deciding."
Su Han smiled.
This is the Zhoutian King's City, so he will naturally not tell anyone about the Nanhua Sage's intention to trouble the eldest son of the Zhoutian King's Mansion, lest there be ears through the wall.
A few days later.
Someone from Zhoutian Academy came to the inn and gave Su Han an invitation.
The content of the invitation is to invite Su Han to go to Zhoutian Palace tomorrow to listen to the eldest prince Song Yu's lecture.
After Qingchen saw this invitation, he looked a little strange and asked in a low voice: "You are staying here, isn't it related to that person?"
She did not dare to call Song Yu directly by his name. After all, the other party was a great sage, and there was a high possibility that he would gain insight into their conversation.
Su Han was silent for a few moments, then nodded slightly.
A look of worry appeared in Qingchen's eyes: "You also know that the human race in the Earthly Immortal Realm completely declined, and who was related to it?"
Su Han nodded again.
Qing Chen immediately said: "Listen to my mother's advice. Your current cultivation level cannot compete with those existences. Leave this place quickly. Don't think too much. Live a good life and practice."
Su Han was silent for a while, and Chuanyin explained the cause and effect of the incident.
Only then did Qing Chen know what Su Han's real purpose was in staying in Zhoutian King's City.
She said with a strange expression: "Even so, it will be useless for you to stay here. The man from Beicang Mountain is planning to...send death."
"Now that I know this, no matter what the outcome is, I should be here waiting for you.
No matter how bad it is, the jade tablets from the Nanshan Longjun Mansion can still play some role."
Su Han shook his head slightly.
Seeing that his persuasion was useless, Qingchen could only sigh, and then said: "I originally planned to leave here today, but in this case, let's wait until tomorrow."
...the next day.
Su Han and the others arrived at the Zhou Tianwang Mansion. The place was bustling with people today, and strong men from the Xuanding Clan from all sides continued to enter.
Among those powerful people, Su Han saw many existences with the aura of saints. The saints were very willing to listen to the great sages' sermons. This also had a huge impact on their cultivation and the direction of their future practice.
help.
At the door, Su Han bumped into a group of students from Zhou Tian Academy, Song Ci was among them. When she saw Su Han, a coldness flashed in her eyes, and she went straight into the palace without saying a word or saying hello.
"Junior sister Song Ci, is that Qingchen's son?
The enshrinement of Nanshan Longjun Mansion?"
Next to Song Ci, a young man looked like he glanced at Su Han and asked Song Ci in a low voice.
Song Ci nodded and said, "It's him."
"It's interesting. I didn't expect Qing Chen to have given birth to a child. I thought she was..." When the young man said this, he stopped talking. Seeing Song Ci looking at him, he couldn't help but smile and said nothing.
"Hey, Taoist Master Wu Xin is here too?"
Lin Tinghe appeared at the gate of the palace. After seeing Su Han, he took the initiative to say hello.
"You are a disciple of True Dragon Academy, why are you here?"
Su Han smiled lightly.
"It's so rare for a great sage to preach. Even in the True Dragon Academy, there won't be a great sage willing to explain the essence of martial arts to us in a few years."
Lin Tinghe smiled and said, "I happened to come here a few days ago and planned to leave after listening.
Isn't it just for today that Wuxindao stays here for so long?"
"That's right."
Su Han smiled.
Then he handed the invitation in his hand to the servant at the door of the palace. The other party verified it and stepped away with an indifferent expression.
Lin Tinghe saw this and handed over his invitation.
As long as you have some status, you can get an invitation. Today, you can enter even if you don't have an invitation. However, you will only be able to sit on the floor and there will be no special seats.
Because Qing Chen and Long Xiaojiao did not have invitations, Su Han was led to the seats on the high platform by someone, and the two could only stand with the crowd.
"What a coincidence."
Lin Tinghe sat down next to Su Han.
Su Han smiled and said, "Yes."
"A lot of big shots came today."
Lin Tinghe raised his eyes and looked at the high platform in the middle. The people sitting there were all saints, the saints in charge of destiny.
The aura emanating from each statue gave the quasi-sage a feeling that was difficult to contend with.
"Forty or fifty, that's a lot."
Su Han nodded slightly.
Those saints greeted each other and chatted calmly, and he also saw Elder Chang among them.
Not long after.
The place where Su Han is is already full of people. The person with the lowest cultivation level is also the first level of quasi-sage. Being able to sit here is no longer based on the level of cultivation. Everyone has a special origin.
Lin Tinghe also met many acquaintances. While he was talking to those acquaintances, Su Han's eyes were on the crowd below, looking for the trace of the Saint of Nanhua.