Tang Xiaobao didn't know about it.

He has been in seclusion for half a year.

In the past six months, there have been no major fluctuations in the Commander's Mansion or the Princess' Mansion.

But the entire continent knows that the largest civil strife in the history of Red Fire City is taking place.

The heart of the Eighteenth Prince is known to everyone.

Although the little princess never focused on these things, Xiaoqin could always hear some rumors.

Therefore, she is also a little worried now.

She has gone to the City Lord's Mansion to find her father more than once.

But the place where her father is retreating is guarded by three priests. No matter how she pleads, she can never see her father.

Slowly, she became worried.

I didn't feel it before, but now that Tang Xiaobao is in seclusion, she seems to have no support and seems a little lonely.

Every few days, she would ask Xiaoqin to go to the Commander's Mansion to see if Tang Xiaobao was out of confinement.

In fact, she had already ordered the Chunlan girls to report to her immediately once Tang Xiaobao came out of confinement.

But she couldn't help it.

The father's life and death are unknown, and the Imperial Master has disappeared. Everything indicates that a storm is coming.

Tang Xiaobao was not here, and she didn't know what to do.

Recently, she has no interest in going out to trample on people, let alone going to the Monster Forest.

Today, she came to the commander's house in person again.

Outside the secret room where Tang Xiaobao retreated, the four Chunlan girls never left. When nothing happened, the four of them stayed here. When something happened, at least there were two girls guarding here.

Seeing the princess coming, the four Chunlan girls quickly bowed respectfully and said hello.

"No more courtesy."

The little princess waved her hands, looked at the door of the secret room, and sighed.

"Takeshi Kaneshiro, if you don't come out again, I really don't know what I will do."

She muttered silently in her heart.

At this time, Tang Xiaobao had opened his eyes in the secret room.

His brows furrowed tightly.

Compared with before the retreat, his realm has been upgraded three levels in a row, and he is already a fifth-level golden immortal.

However, he was still not satisfied.

Seventy billion crystals, all refined, were only upgraded to three levels.

Moreover, from the second-level golden immortal to the fifth-level golden immortal, he only used 20 billion crystal stones.

He was still excited at that time, thinking that he could at least advance to level six...

That is the ninth-level golden immortal.

As a result, after all the next 50 billion crystals were used, his realm was still the fifth-level Golden Immortal.

There is absolutely no room for advancement.

He was so depressed that he wanted to cry.

It seems that the effect of this crystal on his cultivation has been very weak.

He thought for a long time and finally figured it out.

There is chaos energy in his body.

That is a chaotic physique. No one will appear in billions of years. No, in the history of history, apart from Pangu, there is probably no one with such a physique.

Since one's physique is so special, it is understandable that one should practice more slowly.

He practiced the skills left by Pangu.

As his realm improved, he became more and more aware of his own abilities.

Realm and strength are never necessarily directly proportional.

At least, that's the case for him.

He is confident that he can compete head-on with low-level gods.

Moreover, he had a premonition.

Even if a high-level immortal wants to kill himself, it is impossible for him to do so.

The energy of chaos can heal wounds on its own. As long as there is breath, you will not die.

Moreover, he discovered that his Dantian was different from others.

His divine palace is extremely spacious.

His soul is also countless times stronger than others.

For example, now that his spiritual thoughts have spread, he can clearly "see" most of the entire Crimson Gold City, and no one's every move can escape his eyes.

Naturally, he can also "see" the little princess.

However, he had some doubts.

Why is the little princess frowning?

Could it be that he fell in love with me?

Hehehe smiled, Tang Xiaobao was a little narcissistic.

The next moment, his smile faded again, and his brows furrowed.

Because at this moment, at the door of the Commander's Mansion, a man came, a richly dressed young man, with a group of guards behind him.

He recognized several of the guards as the same ones he had seen last time when he went to the City Lord's Mansion.

He has a photographic memory. If he sees something once, he will remember it.

This young man is relatively unfamiliar to him and is the first time he sees him.

But it can be seen that the other party has a noble status and is probably a prince.

But he didn't understand. As far as he knew, among the princes in Scarlet Gold City, the one with the highest level of cultivation was not a fifth-level immortal.

These fifth-level immortals cannot be seen everywhere in this red gold city.

He remained motionless as he watched the young master enter the house.

The next moment, Xiao Jian from the commander's office led people to receive the other party.

"Eighteenth Prince."

Xiao Jian and everyone else knelt down.

sweat……

Tang Xiaobao was a little unhappy.

Xiao Jian had never given him such a big gift, and it seemed that Xiao Jian and others were still in awe, and even their legs were shaking.

Eighteenth prince?

Isn't he a ninth-level golden immortal?

When did you become a fifth-level immortal?

Tang Xiaobao was puzzled.

As for the eighteenth prince, he glanced at Xiao Jian and said, "Take me to see your commander."

"Eighteenth Prince, the commander is currently in retreat."

Xiao Jian answered carefully.

"I know, take me there."

The eighteenth prince said calmly.

Xiao Jian hesitated.

"Well, maybe the commander has no time to see you."

The Eighteenth Prince snorted coldly: "How dare you disobey me? What's the use of keeping you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, an old man behind him slapped him.

Poor Xiao Jian, he didn't even hum before his head was blown open, and then his whole body was reduced to nothing.

Tang Xiaobao's pupils contracted.

This old man is actually a seventh-level immortal...
To be continued...