This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 375 Contentment Brings Happiness (Thanks to 'warm sun 1314' for the Silver Alliance reward)
"Master, Uncle-Master."

Upon seeing Xiang Yuan push open the door and enter, Ji Muqing, who was sitting cross-legged on the couch, immediately stood up.

I wanted to pretend to be in a meditative state, but my mind was too complicated to keep up the act.

After getting up, Ji Muqing went to Xiang Yuan's side, tentatively took his hand, and then, becoming bolder, raised her chin and closed her eyes.

Xiang Yuan didn't refuse. He put one arm around Ji Muqing's slender waist, lifted her chin with the other, and lowered his head to kiss her.

Slightly cool, warm, refreshing and invigorating.

In fact, this was the first real intimate contact between the two.

In the previous kisses, Xiang Yuan would have Ji Muqing close her eyes and then lightly touch her forehead or lips with his finger, like a dragonfly skimming the water, before quickly moving away.

Back in Baohua Realm, Xiaoqing was one of Xu Xian's two legally wedded wives.

Between the bed and on the pillow, there is a joy that cannot be told to outsiders. Not only Qing, but Bai is also there. That is why Ji Muqing subconsciously called out "Sister", and Bai Yue Jushi responded accordingly.

However, that was a divine clone, an illusion, and should not be taken seriously.

Only Xiang Yuan plays himself; no, he refuses to use a stunt double. Whether it's a dramatic scene or an action scene, he really does it if something happens.

In his words, this is called an actor's professional ethics; using superhuman abilities to create clones is just unprofessional.

After the kiss ended, Xiang Yuan pursed his lips, savoring the aftertaste, and then kissed her twice more.

Ji Muqing felt that this kiss was completely different from the previous ones. Her head was buzzing and she was so confused that she didn't have time to think. Xiang Yuan's rhythm carried her away, and she felt like she was floating on clouds, unable to find a place to land.

Xiang Yuan sat cross-legged on the couch, holding Ji Muqing in his arms. Looking at the beauty with flushed cheeks, he deliberately put on a stern face and said, "Muqing, your master made an appointment with you before, which was the last time. Today is an exception, but it can't be done again in the future."

Ji Muqing bit her lower lip and whispered, "Then... can we make an exception for Xiaoqing and Xu Xian?"

No, these are my lines. Did you get the script beforehand?

“Xiaoqing and Xu Xian are naturally different. They are husband and wife. It’s better to tear down ten temples than to break up one marriage. Even Guanyin Bodhisattva couldn’t stop them.” Xiang Yuan nodded in agreement. He was the most reasonable person.

Upon hearing this, Ji Muqing's body swayed, and a divine power clone appeared in front of the couch.

According to her, this clone was the original body, while the one being held in Xiang Yuan's arms was the clone.

Xiang Yuan is a pure and innocent war god. When he meets Bai Yue Jushi and Ji Muqing, he never uses the divine power of the True Martial Emperor. How can he distinguish between what is real and what is fake? Naturally, he does whatever Ji Muqing says.

Mu Qing wouldn't dare to lie to his martial uncle!

It can't be!

The original body casually pushed open the door and left. Ji Muqing immediately changed her address to Xiang Yuan as "My Lord". With an excuse, their intimate moments became a matter of course.

The tension in the quiet room immediately flared up.

Seeing that things were about to get out of control, Xiang Yuan pressed down on Ji Muqing's belt, telling him to stop kissing her. The couple hadn't seen each other for a long time, so they should chat about romance and strengthen their relationship.

With that, he moved swiftly, taking Ji Muqing with him as he teleported away from the quiet room.

In a corner of the swaying bamboo forest, the bamboo shadows danced, and spiritual energy filled the air. With a wave of his hand, he projected a small world surrounded by 365 stars within his body, causing the void to tremble and creating a phantom world.

The waterways, paved with bluestone slabs, meander and twist, with gray-tiled and white-walled houses scattered on both sides in an orderly fashion. Stone arch bridges span the small river, the water flows gently, and a few koi carp swim leisurely by.

Willows sway gently along the bank, their branches lightly touching the water's surface, creating ripples.

The scenery is exactly the same as that of Baohua Jieyishui City, unfolding slowly like a scroll painting.

Even the pedestrians on the streets and alleys are lifelike, with details such as the fluttering of their clothes clearly visible.

The owner of the Purple Bamboo Grove is Guanyin Bodhisattva. With Xiangyuan's abilities, he was unable to carry out any civil engineering projects here. But Baiyue Jushi doted on him, giving him whatever he wanted. He even had half the say in the Purple Bamboo Grove.

However, the Purple Bamboo Grove is ultimately bound to the divine power of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and without Baiyue Jushi's approval, this illusory little world could not be created.

This move can be seen as a test of the water's potential, much like taking a bath. I tested the water temperature at the edge of the pool; it wasn't too hot, so I could soak in it.

I took a really refreshing shower!

Xiang Yuan led Ji Muqing through Xieliu Alley, and after arriving at the ferry, they rented a covered boat and took Ji Muqing boating on the lake.

The sky was hazy, dark clouds suddenly rose, dark water stretched to the horizon, and the whole world was covered by a light drizzle.

Upon seeing this, Ji Muqing's face showed a hint of worry, her eyes filled with confusion and helplessness, and she could only hold Xiang Yuan's arms tightly.

Not far away, a covered boat came through the rain. Baiyue Jushi stood at the bow, holding an oil-paper umbrella. Her white clothes accentuated her graceful figure, and her hair was styled in a woman's bun.

Baiyue Jushi (×)
Bai Suzhen (√)
The bows of the boats collided, and Baiyue Jushi, holding an umbrella, stepped onto the awning boat where Xiang Yuan and Ji Muqing were, while the small boat she had come in faded and disappeared.

"My lord is so careless. Knowing it would rain today, he insisted on coming here to go boating with my sister without even bringing an umbrella, making me come all the way here," Baiyue Jushi complained.

"Thank you for your trouble, my dear wife."

Xiang Yuan nodded and patted Ji Muqing on the back: "Your sister was worried that you would catch a cold from the rain, so she came all the way here to bring you an umbrella. Hurry up and take the umbrella."

Ji Muqing was overjoyed. She timidly approached Baiyue Jushi, bowed slightly, and greeted her as "Sister."

Bai Yue Jushi's eye twitched, and he glared fiercely at Xiang Yuan. Then, looking at Ji Muqing who was waiting for his judgment, he sighed softly and responded.

Neither woman took an umbrella; they left it in a corner of the awning boat.

The sky cleared, the lake shimmered, and Qingbai stood at the bow of the boat, hand in hand, laughing softly.

A small boat sways gently on the waves, with two figures standing side by side at the bow—how beautiful!

Xiang Yuan sat in the dock, not wanting to disturb this beautiful scene, but the sun outside was too bright, so he got up with an umbrella and stepped forward, forcibly inserting himself into the scene.

With women on both sides, he couldn't help but smile like a winner in life.

Of course, the rules must be made clear: this is Baohua Realm Yishui City, where only Xu Xian, Bai Suzhen, and Xiaoqing reside, and have no relation to Xiang Yuan, Baiyue Jushi, or Ji Muqing.

This matter should be settled here; once you leave this door, you can't speak carelessly anymore.

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Qianyuan Boundary.

Xiang Yuan, who had been entrenched in the Celestial Realm for two months, stepped out of the white portal, took out the black cauldron of the True Martial Emperor, and tried to see if he could control it.

The result wasn't good. Back in the Celestial Realm, this thing fawned over him, impossible to drive away, but now...

It can be used, but only a very small amount.

Xiang Yuan was very certain that the divine power of the True Martial Emperor was only effective in the Heavenly God Realm. It was because of the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Seed that the Qianyuan Realm was not harmed by the True Martial Emperor's magic weapon twice, and the Taixu Realm was illuminated by the Phoenix Cry Mirror with the True Martial Emperor's phantom image.

As for why the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Seed allowed the True Martial Emperor's divine position to work even across realms, he was not entirely clear.

He was completely baffled as to when he obtained the Heavenly Emperor's Dao Seed. He could only be certain that he had obtained it before refining a drop of divine and demonic blood in the Sword Heart Pavilion's small cave.

The Qianyuan Realm and the Heavenly God Realm belong to two different rivers of time, and they do not interfere with each other. You flow yours, and I flow mine.

Xiang Yuan stayed in the Celestial Realm for two months, which, in the Qianyuan Realm, was the time it took for the gate to open and close.

It was late August, and there were still more than twenty days until the sword duel between Jianxinzhai and Wushuang Palace. Xiang Yuan teleported to the Southern Frontier, put on the imposing air of Xiang Wentian, the Left Envoy of the Yellow Springs, and walked into the Yellow Springs Dao headquarters with an air of indifference.

It must be said that Zuo Lengxie is quite adept at acting as a member of a prestigious and righteous sect.

He had been planning for decades to guide the Yellow Springs Path onto the right path. As soon as he came to power, he carried out sweeping reforms, killing those who should be killed and abolishing those who should be abolished. He eliminated the old and established the new, removing the dross and keeping the essence. He not only managed the Yellow Springs Path in an orderly manner, but also transformed it and brought it a brand-new spiritual outlook.

It is no exaggeration to say that it is a complete transformation.

The Yellow Springs Path was cleaned up at the beginning of this year. In just eight months, the headquarters has undergone a dramatic change in style. It is no longer as sinister as before, and the disciples who come and go are all dressed in new clothes, dressed as young heroes of a prestigious martial arts sect.

To be more specific, the former members of the Yellow Springs Path were all covered up, wearing black robes and wisps of ghost fire. Now, the disciples are all handsome and have clear features, looking very refreshing.

Xiang Yuan strode up the stone steps of the mountain path, looking left and right, and nodded to himself. The style of the righteous young heroes and heroines was far superior to the non-mainstream style of the ghost fire youth. In the future, when he went out, he would be able to call himself the Left Envoy of the Yellow Springs and greet the righteous people with a clear conscience.

After walking a few steps, he vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

The surrounding disciples glanced at him, and whenever he looked toward the crowd, birds and beasts would scatter and flee as if warding off evil.

Xiangyuan: (一`一)
It must be that scoundrel Zuo Lengxie who's been talking badly about me behind my back!

Xiang Yuan disregarded the facts and shifted the blame onto Zuo Lengxie. Although it was somewhat far-fetched, he wasn't truly wrong this time. The accusations against Xiang Wentian, the Left Envoy of the Underworld, were indeed spread by Zuo Lengxie's early orders, who relentlessly smeared him with filthy insults.

At that time, Zuo Lengxie did not know Xiang Yuan's true nature. Judging from his words and actions, he was a seasoned old devil, not an actor at all.

Later, when they realized it was a misunderstanding, they hurriedly sent people out to dispel the rumors.

Spreading rumors is easy, but debunking them is exhausting.

Good things don't go out, bad things pass thousands of miles.

The cattle and horses of southern Xinjiang have no interest in a righteous and awe-inspiring Heavenly King, but if he were a lecherous, cunning, bloodthirsty, and ruthless Heavenly King, they would be wide awake.

Furthermore, the preconceived notions that led them to regard rumors as truth and believe them without question made Xiang Wentian's attempt to clear his name less than smooth.

The masses spontaneously resisted the truth. The more Zuo Lengxie spent money to buy traffic, the more they resisted, and the more intense it became. Xiang Wentian's reputation became even worse, and he topped the list of demons in Southern Xinjiang. The rumors became more and more bizarre.

Immediately afterwards, the export business was turned into a domestic market, and Xiang Wentian's name became notorious even within the Yellow Springs Path.

Many of the more attractive female disciples, fearing they would be captured by the Left Envoy and used as a furnace, dared not show their true faces at the headquarters.

Xiang Yuan was unaware of this, and even if he knew, it wouldn't matter. Reputation is fame, whether it's negative or positive, and whether there are haters or fans.

It's just a rumor. A capable person is never short of confidence. After entering the pass, great scholars will come to debate the classics for him!
but……

Why are you hiding? I don't eat people!
Xiang Yuan glared coldly at them and saw that the group of handsome disciples were avoiding him, not daring to even breathe loudly. He immediately let out a cold snort.

I won't stoop to your level.

After a few steps, Xiang Yuan started to argue, cornering several female disciples and demanding that the Left Envoy examine their bodies.

There was no other reason than that there was someone in front of me who looked very familiar.

Although it wasn't Zuo Lengxie, Xiang Yuan couldn't remember exactly who the other one of the six ambassadors was. Anyway, they were all ugly, and like Zuo Lengxie, they were ugly on the outside but upright on the inside. They were one of the key figures who helped Huangquan Dao walk the righteous path.

Xiang Yuan flirted with the female disciple in front of that person, certain that the matter would reach Zuo Lengxie's ears and infuriate him.

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"What are you still standing there for? Come here and let me feel your bones. If you have good talent, I will take you as my disciple and give you divine skills and medicine to help you ascend to heaven."

"In broad daylight, under the clear sky, I have nothing to fear, so what do you have to be coy about!"

"Hehe, if you guys don't come over, I'll go over there myself."

A chaotic scene ensued, with everyone on edge. Alarms blared above the Yellow Springs Path headquarters, activating Level 1 defense mode.

If you didn't know better, you'd think some evil demon had come knocking on your door.

A moment later, Xiang Yuan left dejectedly, saying it was pointless.

The Left Envoy of the Underworld openly harassed a female disciple, yet no one stood up to stop him. When disaster struck, everyone fled for their own lives, showing none of the sacrificial spirit of righteous people who would face death without fear. It is evident that the Yellow Springs Path's attempt to whitewash itself has only just begun, and Zuo Lengxie's ideological education still needs improvement.

The key is that guy, who's afraid of death, turned around and ran away without daring to utter a sound.

"When did the Yellow Springs Road become like this!" Xiang Yuan walked happily toward the Holy Maiden's Hall.

The Left Envoy of the Underworld has his own independent hall at headquarters. He should have held a high position and great power, and should have ruled the Underworld Path together with Zuo Lengxie. However, because Xiang Yuan only focuses on physical strength and has no interest in power, he has never been to his own hall.

Currently, it has been taken over by Zuo Lengxie, who has arranged for some administrative staff to issue orders in the name of Huangquan Zuoshi, as a sign of respect for Xiang Wentian.

Attitude is very important. Xiang Yuan may not care, but Zuo Lengxie cannot truly pretend that this person doesn't exist.

Chan'er was not well-known, not only within the Yellow Springs Path but also to the outside world. People only regarded the Yellow Springs Saintess as a lucky charm, and few knew the power of the Reincarnation Mirror.

It's not surprising. Anyone who has seen the Ancient Mirror of Reincarnation will be killed instantly, their primordial spirit becoming nourishment for the Yellow Spring Mother Tree.

Dead people can't talk!

Zuo Lengxie was well aware of Chan'er's methods and dared not treat her as a mere mascot. He sent the most outstanding female disciples in the sect to the Holy Maiden Hall to be under her command, striving to please this young lady.

Xiang Yuan entered the Holy Maiden's Hall, and for a moment his vision blurred. He saw female disciples all around him and felt as if he had entered the Blackened Peerless Palace.

Upon learning of the arrival of the Left Envoy of the Underworld, Bao Qin bowed to greet him and led the way, taking Xiang Yuan into the underground palace to find the Holy Maiden Chan'er.

"When was the underground palace built? I didn't see it when I came last time."

“Reporting to the Left Envoy, it was built after the Holy Maiden emerged from seclusion,” Baoqin replied.

Like Xiao Lingyue, Chan'er broke through to the Grandmaster stage of the Tongyou realm during her seclusion. Taking advantage of this, she consolidated her realm and, after emerging from seclusion, expanded the Holy Maiden Hall downwards, creating a comfortable space for herself.

She didn't say it, but Baoqin knew in her heart that it was a love nest prepared for Xiang Wentian.

The Holy Maiden is good in every way, except for her poor judgment; she fell for Xiang Wentian, that scoundrel.

Moreover, it was all show and no substance; the crickets surrendered after just a few blows.

Xiang Yuan entered the underground palace and saw that spring was in full bloom, the sky was clear and the moon was bright, with few stars. There were pavilions and terraces nearby, and green mountains in the distance, just like the scenery outside.

With eyes closed, I sensed that this was a folded space, and the surrounding scenery was mostly a transformation of illusion into reality, forged by the projection of a Grandmaster in the Tongyou stage.

Ordinary grandmasters don't have such methods. The demoness's abilities have increased significantly. I wonder where she got this opportunity after breaking through to the grandmaster realm.

Holding a zither, I stood in the pavilion and continued forward, the blue stone path winding its way into a flower garden.

Amidst the layered artificial hills, a hexagonal pavilion with upturned eaves stands quietly atop the hill. The copper bells on the eaves ring softly in the breeze, their clear sounds harmonizing with the zither music playing inside the pavilion.

Inside the pavilion, Jinse's sixth incarnation was once again forced to perform, sometimes playing the zither with her delicate hands, gently plucking and strumming, the music flowing like a spring, sometimes dancing gracefully, her clothes fluttering in the wind, her image a stunning sight.

Jinse herself knelt beside Chan'er, her eyes lowered, holding a pair of fair, jade-like feet in her hands, gently massaging them with her fingertips, her movements so skillful it was heartbreaking.

On the bench, Chan'er lay on her side like a lazy cat, with a snow-white fox fur cushion beneath her, making her skin appear as smooth as porcelain. She was barefoot and sockless, her eyes closed in meditation, one foot resting on Jinse's lap, the other slightly curled up, her toes gently tapping to the music, utterly content.

She has become the person Xiang Yuan wanted to be!

Let go of that foot, let me do it!
As Xiang Yuan entered the pavilion, he noticed that Jinse was different from usual today. There was a hint of resentment in her eyes, as if she was enduring great humiliation.

alive?

Chan'er possesses the Ancient Mirror of Reincarnation, which refines Jinse's six incarnations into a primordial spirit avatar. Chan'er manipulates Jinse to perform for money from time to time, taking back the grievances she had suffered tenfold or a hundredfold.

Occasionally, when the mood strikes, she'll even manipulate Jinse to give Xiang Yuan some perks.

But today's Jinse gave Xiang Yuan a lifelike feeling, unlike what Chan'er was acting. He was very curious and guessed that Chan'er's cultivation had greatly improved and that she had comprehended some kind of non-human method through the Reincarnation Mirror.

Let it go, out of respect for the dead!
"Who is coming?"

Chan'er raised her eyes slightly, glanced at Xiang Yuan, and sneered, "So it's Envoy Xiang. What wind blew you here? Instead of staying with your beautiful wife, you've come to this desolate and treacherous place..."

Blah blah blah, wai bi wai bi, the words are full of resentment.

I've been out of quarantine for so long, and you haven't come to see me. Don't you love me anymore?
"Your Majesty is right. I will go back to guard my beloved wife now." Xiang Yuan lowered his head and bowed as he stepped back.

"stop!"

Chan'er was furious. He stood up, sat up straight, and ordered his men to seize the man.

Xiang Yuan's arm was held by Jinse's sixth incarnation, making him unable to move for a moment. He was brought in front of Chan'er, but even with his innate superhuman strength, he couldn't break free.

"Your Highness's cultivation has made great progress, congratulations!"

"Humph!"

Chan'er didn't even blink; she didn't want to hear this.

When she's unhappy, she needs her husband to comfort her.

Xiang Yuan shook his arms, freeing himself from the restraints on both sides, took out the Silver Moon Veil, and put it on Chan'er's face.

In pursuit of a sense of ceremony, he knelt on one knee, took her soft hand, and gently kissed her. His affectionate manner delighted Chan'er, and her eyes narrowed into crescent moons.

"Who told you to stand up? Kneel down and don't move."

Chan'er raised her foot and placed it against Xiang Yuan's chest. The latter took the foot and grasped it. Their eyes met, and the atmosphere instantly became romantic.

Be content and happy!

(End of this chapter)