Chapter 6063: It Is Left to You

"Hehehe… You have had contact with Lord Wu, Wu Tongtian, so I suspect that you know the secret of the disciple token," Xiao Fan said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Shangguan Hongwu felt like dying.

"My Lord! I really don't know! Truly! I swear to the heavens!"

"I don't believe you."

"Crack."

The whip fell, causing Shangguan Hongwu to weep bitterly.

Xiao Fan was also helpless and sighed softly, "If there's really no other way, I will just kill you all. Perhaps the trial will end then. What do you think?!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Tiangang, Kong Xiangyu, and the others shivered.

They were unsure of what rules Immortal King Ting Yue had set for this place.

If they died and could not be resurrected in the outside world, wouldn't that be…

"Xiao Fan! Don't…"

"We will help you think of a way together! We will help you!"

"Lord Xiao, you must stay calm! We are all Captains of the Personal Guard! We are very important!"

"…"

"Then you had better think hard. After all, I, Xiao Fan, am not a murderous person." Xiao Fan threw away the whip in his hand, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked in front of Zhao Tiangang and the others.

"I, Xiao Fan, am kind by nature and dislike killing the most."

Upon hearing this, the corners of Zhao Tiangang, Zhang Yiteng, and the others' eyes twitched.

Although they complained in their hearts, they dared not say anything.

Everyone brainstormed and tried to help Xiao Fan think of a solution.

Unfortunately, even though they racked their brains, they could not think of any clues regarding the disciple token.

"Trash, you are all a bunch of trash…" When Xiao Fan walked to the entrance of the dungeon with his hands behind his back, he spoke indifferently to the Guard on the side.

"Their skin is very itchy."

After saying this, Xiao Fan sauntered out of the dungeon.

Zhao Tiangang, Zhang Yiteng, and the others were greatly alarmed and begged Xiao Fan for mercy.

Unfortunately, Xiao Fan had no intention of sparing them at all.

In a flash, two years passed…

The disciple token of Immortal King Ting Yue that Xiao Fan wanted had still not been found.

Regarding this matter, Emperor Xie Caijun was also very helpless.

Likewise, Emperor Xie Caijun proposed another matter.

That was to arrange a marriage with Xiao Fan.

"Protector of the State, you don't need to be polite. Although I am marrying my daughter to you, the seniority will not change… We are still brothers." Emperor Xie Caijun said with a serious face and a smile.

"Don't! Your Majesty! You don't need to be polite! Really!"

"This… You are the Protector of the State, how can you not get married? How about this! I will marry my sister to you, how about that? Or you can choose! Within the imperial palace, whoever you want to marry?!" Emperor Xie Caijun said seriously.

Xiao Fan: "…"

Xiao Fan understood Emperor Xie Caijun's intentions.

But he could not accept it.

What a joke.

Marry Emperor Xie Caijun's daughter?

He didn't even know where he was.

"Your Majesty, stop joking. Sigh… I am leaving." Xiao Fan sighed softly, waved his hand, and turned to leave.

In a flash, 20 years passed.

Xiao Fan was the same as he was 20 years ago; time had not left any traces on his face.

But Emperor Xie Caijun had grown old; his Lifespan was nearly exhausted, and he could not live for much longer.

"Protector of the State, after I die… if you wish, the throne will be yours…" Emperor Xie Caijun held Xiao Fan's hand and said with a smile.

"Hehehe… I have said it before, I have no interest in the throne." Xiao Fan shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Emperor Xie Caijun's princes were all weeping uncontrollably.

As for this throne, Xiao Fan was indeed not interested.

Xiao Fan had seen many partings of life and death.

"Protector of the State, from now on, they will be… left to you." Emperor Xie Caijun pointed at the princes and breathed his last breath.

"Father!"

"Father!!"

"…"

The princes cried out and rushed to Emperor Xie Caijun's bedside.

Xiao Fan shook his head and slowly stood up.

"Immortal King Ting Yue, what exactly do you want?" Xiao Fan walked to the window, looked at the scorching sun in the sky, and sighed faintly.

Emperor Xie Caijun's funeral shocked the entire nation.

Xiao Fan did not attend; instead, he went to the dungeon.

"Speak, what have you thought of?" Xiao Fan said indifferently with his hands behind his back.

In these decades, apart from Xiao Fan not aging, Zhang Yiteng and the others were the same; each of their appearances was exactly the same as before.

This proved that their Lifespan had not been affected in this place.

"There really isn't any!"