This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 402 Let's see how you die today

Qingzhou, Bishui County.

It was still midnight, the full moon hung in the sky, and the county town was completely silent.

Xiang Yuan scaled the wall and entered the courtyard, landing silently. His stealthy movements became increasingly practiced. He pushed open the door to the small courtyard house and saw Zi Ping sitting cross-legged on the couch. He thought to himself, "Just as I thought."

Just as he expected, Ah Ping, having seduced the senior sister's man, was once again given the cold shoulder and had nowhere to stay at Jianxinzhai, and was kicked out.

Incidentally, they used Ah Ping as bait to catch her lover cheating on her.

Although the process was completely wrong, the result was right, and he was lured by Shang Qingmeng again.

Visiting the Sword Heart Abode's women's quarters late at night is indeed somewhat inappropriate. According to Xiang Yuan's suggestion, we should rest in Xiao Lingyue's room for the night and then arrive at the Sword Heart Abode the next day in good spirits, as the young sect leader of the Heavenly Sect, to request an audience with Sword Venerable Su Ran.

However, Xiao Lingyue refused to let Xiang Yuan stay overnight, no matter what she said. Even when Xiang Yuan mentioned Xiao Lingyan, she didn't even flinch.

If you're so capable, then go over there!
You won't be happy if I actually go!

Xiang Yuan couldn't possibly go looking for Xiao Lingyan. He wanted to have some fun with Xiao He, but was turned away at the door, so he came directly to Qingzhou, intending to settle things quickly.

He wasn't worried about being detained by Jianxinzhai.

As the saying goes, when two countries are at war, they should not kill the envoys. Moreover, Jianxinzhai and Tianzong are related by blood. Menfeng Jianzun had let him go before, so there was no reason for him to be detained this time.

Moreover, the excellent Netherworld Voice of the Old Daoist Que Xin is still very useful in the upper three realms of the Qianyuan Realm!

For example, when the Sword Master at the Door Crack came to the Sword Heart Hall last time, he was forcibly detained and his name, the Old Daoist Que Xin, was mentioned. The Sword Master at the Door Crack immediately became very easy to talk to.

For example, Bai Wuyan, the White Palace Master, was high above, and her pure body was not to be defiled. It was because of the evil old Taoist's dark energy that he did not know how to deal with him, so he took the opportunity to use him as a furnace, detained him in Wushuang Palace and tortured him severely, and then released him.
Take, for example, the broken sampan. He knew from the beginning that Ming Wang was a simpleton. When he heard that Ming Wang was a simpleton, his face turned black. Yet, he still went against his conscience and praised Ming Wang as a member of a prestigious and righteous sect.

Therefore, Xiang Yuan wasn't worried about being detained by the Door-Crack Sword Master; he was worried about the others, such as Shang Qingmeng, Zi Ping, and Qin Zhaorong.

Fortunately, the problem wasn't serious. Qin Zhaorong was only capable of being manipulated, not of manipulating him. As for Shang Qingmeng and Ziping, they were just fake sisters. He could easily win one of them over with a little trick and get the token to leave Jianxinzhai.

There is nothing to be afraid of anymore!
Getting back to the point, Zi Ping noticed there was another person in the room. Without opening her eyes immediately, she frowned and said, "You actually dared to come?"

"What's there to be afraid of? This isn't the first time we've done this secretly."

Xiang Yuan complained, "Besides, I haven't pinned you down yet. As long as we don't get into that position, your senior sister won't show up. It's a sure thing."

They complained verbally, but didn't really care.

As the saying goes, "A person with a clear conscience has nothing to fear from high heels."

There was nothing between him and A-Ping. Even though they cultivated their primordial spirits together and often did it behind Shang Qingmeng's back, he knew that their relationship was innocent.

Dude, it's perfectly normal to put your arm around someone's shoulder!

Xiang Yuan jumped onto the couch, put his arm around her shoulder and said, "Aping, I've come to ask you for a favor. You may not know, but the old emperor of Western Chu has passed away. For some reason, I'm now on the side of Prince Zhao's mansion and am preparing to support Prince Zhao to become emperor."

"Blah blah blah, wai bi wai bi..."

Zi Ping: (One-one)
Is it possible that Ah Ping knows everything?

Xiang Yuan, whose Taoist name is "Wen Tian" and whose nickname is "Tian Wang Lao Zi", is a cultivator of the Benxin Dao in the Northern Qi Dynasty, the Left Envoy of the Huangquan Dao, a member of the Liu clan, the senior brother of Emperor Liu Che of the Northern Qi Dynasty, and the adopted son and son-in-law of Xiao Yan of the Zhaowang Mansion.

He's not just any ordinary son-in-law; he's engaged to two princesses of the Zhao Prince's mansion.

Princess Heyue and Princess Heyan, the two princesses, share the same husband. How enviable!

Furthermore, you wrote a poem about the border between the two countries: "Why need pale green and light red? It is naturally the first-class among flowers." I didn't realize you had any literary talent.

Following the meeting in the capital, the Jingwang Mansion, Baiyun Manor, and Wangjian Manor leveraged their media influence, with their stores throughout Western Chu vigorously promoting Xiang Yuan's past.

Baiyun Manor and Jianxinzhai have a good relationship. There is a Baiyun Manor shop in Qingzhou, no, in Bishui County. Ziping is neither deaf nor blind, so it would be hard for her not to know.

Looking at the claws draped over her shoulder, Zi Ping pondered whether she knew or not; the key was whether Xiang Yuan knew.

Hey Xiang, Senior Sister has probably already heard the news. You actually dare to come to Jianxinzhai? Don't you have a death wish?

Zi Ping had a question in her mind, guessing that Xiang Yuan didn't know, so she, as an outsider, wouldn't say anything more.

Let's see how you die today!
The thought of Xiang Yuan being kept in the dark and unaware of everything, yet taking the initiative to come to her door looking for the sword, made Zi Ping's lips curl into a smile. Heaven favors honest people; all the grievances she had suffered were worthwhile, and she had finally waited for this day.

There's something that's really bothering her.

Zi Ping had met Princess Xiao Lingyue at the sword-fighting tournament. Xiao Lingyue was the closed-door disciple of Bai Wuyan, the master of Wushuang Palace. She was in her early twenties, young and beautiful, and had the cultivation of a grandmaster. Zi Ping defeated her with three sword strikes.

It was a crushing defeat; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say it was utterly humiliating.

Thinking about how she and Xiang Yuan were secretly cultivating together, and then thinking that Xiao Lingyue was the legitimate wife, Zi Ping felt that there was more to this crushing defeat than met the eye. Anyone who didn't know better would think that the legitimate wife was beating up the mistress!
Fortunately, it wasn't a big problem. Who does she think she is? The one who should be upset is Senior Sister Shang Qingmeng. After the sword competition, she praised Xiao Lingyue lavishly.

Judging from their posture, they seem to appreciate each other!
it's so funny!

What's there to regret? She's a legally engaged wife!

Thinking of this, Zi Ping exclaimed that it was so satisfying, and she was eagerly waiting for Xiang Yuan to pin her down and summon her senior sister as quickly as possible.

Even so, Zi Ping knew that with Xiang Yuan's current cultivation level, Shang Qingmeng couldn't do anything to him. If he wanted to run away, Shang Qingmeng wouldn't know where to find him.

Ah, if only I could lure that Xiang fellow into Jianxinzhai, and with the power of the mountain-protecting formation, leave him nowhere to hide and nowhere to escape, and then she could just stand by and eat the melon, how wonderful that would be.

Unfortunately, you can't fool people!
After she personally released Xiang Yuan from Jianxinzhai last time, Xiang Yuan said that he would never set foot in Jianxinzhai again, even if it meant death.

"Ah Ping, why are you laughing one minute and sighing the next?" Xiang Yuan asked, peeking out from behind the screen.

That meaningful smile had a hint of schadenfreude, so... if you have any juicy gossip, share it quickly.

Speaking it out makes me happy too!

I don't think you understand anything!
Seeing Xiang Yuan still grinning foolishly, Zi Ping smiled slightly: "It's nothing. I'm genuinely happy for you because I heard that you and Tianzong have cleared up the misunderstanding and you've become the rightful young sect leader."

Forget it, he's clearly the same kind of person as Xiao He, afraid that his brothers will live well, yet also afraid that they won't.

Xiang Yuan tightened his grip on Xiang's shoulder, raised an eyebrow and said, "Well, after my clenched fist—I mean, my mediation—the Heavenly Sect has switched its support to Prince Zhao's Mansion. Prince Zhao, Xiao Yan, is now destined to rule the world."

“Ah Ping, you know me. I can’t stand seeing the people suffer. Right now, the Jing Prince’s Mansion is blocking our way, and they’re backed by the Baiyun and Wangjian families, both top-tier forces. That’s why I’m here this time…”

Xiang Yuan didn't mention the mastermind behind it all, nor did he mention that Ji Wuzhou, the reincarnation of the Heavenly Emperor, was related to the Sword Master of the Door Fold. The Sword Master of the Door Fold certainly hadn't mentioned these secrets to his disciples, so he didn't say anything more.

He came as the young sect leader of the Heavenly Sect to seek an audience with the Sword Master of the Doorway, hoping that the Sword Heart Sect would put in a good word and support the Prince Zhao's Mansion. Those who understand the times are wise; seeing this, the White Cloud and Forgot Sword Manors will surely withdraw decisively.

Xiang Yuan started talking about major events in the martial arts world, but Zi Ping didn't care at all. She asked incredulously, "Did I hear that right? You want to join the Sword Heart Sect?"

Oh my god, what a great thing!

Zi Ping was so excited that her voice trembled. Fearing that Xiang Yuan would run away, she put her arm around his shoulder.

Having just started, he realized that his behavior was too abrupt and, fearing that he might alert her, he quickly frowned and put on a concerned expression: "But you often leave Senior Sister aside and don't care about her. She's been quite angry about it. What if she detains you when we go to Sword Heart Sect?"

"That's why I came to you for help first."

Xiang Yuan pointed to the room, which was neither too big nor too small, and said indignantly, "Look at the life you live. You are a grandmaster of the Tongyou stage, proficient in all kinds of arts, such as music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Bah, I mean the arts of formation and alchemy. In any first-class power, these are highly sought-after. But what do you do? You are ostracized everywhere and can't even get into the mountain gate. I, a passerby, can't stand it anymore."

"Who do you think caused this?" Zi Ping asked speechlessly.

"Your senior sister, could it be me?!"

Xiang Yuan, though not entirely convinced of his own position, said confidently: "I won't say anything more, as saying too much would be seen as sowing discord. I've come to ask for your help this time, and if I get detained by your senior sister, could you do me a favor and let me go through the back door, just like last time?"

"Then I'm doomed."

"No way, we've both been having an affair, and she hasn't done anything to you. At most, she might give you a hard time, but it's not that easy for her to die." Xiang Yuan retorted, "Without you, she wouldn't be able to find me. She knows what's more important."

"..." x2
So, what kind of distortion did things go through to get to this point? x2
Xiang Yuan's words made sense, and Zi Ping couldn't refute them. Although she was very unwilling, as Xiang Yuan said, in Shang Qingmeng's eyes, the two of them were an adulterous couple.

"Ah Ping, give me a straight answer, is it okay or not?"

"Fine, if you insist on going to Jianxinzhai, and you're using such a grand excuse about the fate of the world, how could I dare to stop you? But I'm also taking a risk, so I have to give you some benefits." Zi Ping squinted at Xiang Yuan.

Xiang Yuan gasped: "Let me make this clear from the start, there's no money, absolutely no way."

"I don't want money, I want your body," Zi Ping said irritably.

"Ah this..."

Xiang Yuan winked: "Could you please not use such ambiguous language? If your senior sister hears this, I don't care, but you'll be standing at the door again."

"I'm always the one standing at the door."

Zi Ping looked utterly dejected. Not only was she no longer allowed to stand at the door, but last time Shang Qingmeng even made her come inside to clean up the mess, treating her like a mere maidservant.

Just thinking about Shang Qingmeng's childish words and smug little expression made her mental state crumble.

Senior Sister wasn't like this before!
Zi Ping glanced at the culprit, thinking of how she could cultivate with the help of medicine and have an unfathomable wife by the time she was twenty. She sighed softly and said, "You weren't there for the Sword Heart Pavilion Sword Tournament, so you may not know that I fought against a peerless master named Xiao Lingyue and was utterly defeated by her."

"Such a thing is true!" Xiang Yuan's eyes widened.

Bah, shameless!
"Xiao Lingyue is the closed-door disciple of the White Palace Master of Wushuang Palace. She is twenty years old and has amazing talent. She is also a newly appointed Grandmaster and has just stabilized her Tongyou realm. As a result, I was defeated by her and my Dao heart was almost shattered by her. I felt terrible." Zi Ping sighed and said that geniuses are emerging and cultivation is difficult.

“Indeed, it’s understandable that an older woman like you should feel some pressure being outshone by younger people.” Xiang Yuan nodded in agreement, always honest and straightforward.

I'm not old!
In the prime of your life, thank you!
Zi Ping rolled her eyes at Xiang Yuan. Seeing that he was already contemplating suicide, she sneered inwardly and her face became even more gloomy: "After thinking it over, I realized that with my talent, I am definitely not as good as Xiao Lingyue, but I am unwilling to be surpassed by her, so I will take some medicine from you to improve my cultivation."

"..."

Xiao Lingyue killed Zi Ping with three sword strikes. Frustrated, Zi Ping sought out Xiao Lingyue's husband and took their dual cultivation a step further by using blood medicine to cultivate. Something about that sounds rather strange.

There looks like there are cows!

To put it another way, the student council president crushed the academic representative, who was heartbroken and sought tutoring from a senior student with glasses. The senior student took pity on him and tutored him every night. Whenever the student council president's boyfriend called, he would say he was busy.

This time, there really is a cow!
Fortunately, it wasn't a big problem. Xiang Yuan knew that he and A Ping were innocent, and helping his brother out wouldn't hurt.

Besides, when he asked A-Ping to refine pills before, she had secretly withheld blood-replenishing medicines; it wasn't the first time.

"Ah Ping, what kind of relationship do we have? For something this small, just ask, and I'll take care of it." Xiang Yuan patted his chest loudly.

His own chest.

Xiang Yuan took out the porcelain bottle to draw blood, but after thinking for a moment, he said, "My current medicinal power is too strong. Without my assistance, you won't be able to refine the medicinal power and will only burn to death..."

He put the porcelain bottle away, placed his wrist near Zi Ping's mouth, and placed his other hand on her back: "Take the blood, I will help you refine it and inject it into your limbs and bones, and then you can slowly digest it."

Zi Ping was confused. She bit her wrist, and the moment the scalding hot blood medicine entered her mouth, she stared in horror.

Such potent medicine! No wonder Xiao Lingyue is so amazing!

At this moment, Zi Ping had to admit that Qin Zhaorong was right; there really was a shortcut to cultivating immortality.

Zi Ping last took the blood-nourishing medicine. Xiang Yuan has updated the version several times, and the potency of the medicine has also been updated. After the medicine entered her body, she felt unbearably hot. Fortunately, Xiang Yuan was there to help her, so the process of taking the medicine was not dangerous.

Soon, Ziping could no longer drink.

"Let's go to Jianxinzhai."

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Zi Ping was quite dissatisfied. If she slowed down, she could continue drinking.

“I don’t care, but your body can only hold so much. Greed is no good. Take my advice. You have a long life ahead of you!” Xiang Yuan said truthfully. Blood medicine is good, but it’s not advisable to overindulge.

You're thinking about the future?
Zi Ping pouted. Xiang Yuan would definitely be detained by Shang Qingmeng when he went to Jianxinzhai this time, and would never see the light of day again. It would be difficult for her to see Xiang Yuan in the future.

While there's still time, take a few more sips.

Zi Ping tried to drink a few more sips, but she couldn't drink any more. So she started cultivating her spirit and mind again, and went on a shopping spree at the Xiang family supermarket, cherishing every minute and second and taking as much as she could.

If Xiao Lingyue was pushing a shopping cart to sweep up goods, Zi Ping only had a shopping basket. The foundation was far inferior, and she couldn't hold much even if she wanted to. After only a short while of cultivating her primordial spirit, she simply couldn't sweep anymore.

Both their physical bodies and primordial spirits were completely full, and both were exhausted, their faces flushed with sweat as they leaned against Xiang Yuan's chest, their eyes half-closed with a lazy and weary expression.

Because no summoning mechanism was used, Shang Qingmeng did not witness this scene, which was clearly an affair.

Xiang Yuan glanced down at Zi Ping, then looked at the undisturbed doorway, and muttered to himself, "This is outrageous!"

Where did Shang Qingmeng go? She doesn't come when she should, and she acts erratically when she shouldn't. There must be something wrong with this illogical summoning mechanism!

Especially this time, Shang Qingmeng should learn from her previous defensive mistakes and play her defense more strictly.

A moment later, Zi Ping awoke from her lingering sensation, smoothed her hair behind her ear, placed an arm in front of Xiang Yuan, and asked, "Are you coming with me to Jianxin Zhai, or should I find Senior Sister and have her take you there?"

If it's the latter, don't just stand there, summon it now.

"Is it inappropriate to call your senior sister over looking like this?" Xiang Yuan kindly reminded him.

"I've tried to explain myself, but she doesn't believe me. What can I do..."

Seeing that Xiang Yuan had no intention of summoning Shang Qingmeng, Zi Ping didn't delay any longer. She was eager to watch the drama unfold and pointed her sword in front of her, disrupting the spatial fluctuations and making Xiang Yuan follow her into the Sword Heart Pavilion.

Xiang Yuan sniffed his clothes; he could smell Zi Ping's scent, but it wasn't a big deal. If she didn't care, he didn't care either.

Moreover, she can pretend to have an affair and take the opportunity to sow discord between her "plastic" best friends, ensuring she can escape unscathed.

Wonderful!

The spatial curtain rippled like water, and Xiang Yuan's figure slowly emerged from the void. He walked into the quiet Sword Heart Hall in the dead of night, looked at the towering sword pillars, and recalled his experience of asking for medicine at Sword Heart Hall. He clicked his tongue and said, "To be honest, I never thought that I would have to enter Sword Heart Hall on my own initiative one day."

That year, he transformed into a Nascent Soul cultivator, had his Sword Heart Abode confiscated, and was surrounded by a group of female fans. He was caught in a dilemma, finding himself in a difficult situation. He was truly a family heirloom.

After escaping, he swore that if he ever came back to Jianxinzhai again, he would be nothing but a hammer!

Yesterday's oath by Xiang Yuan has nothing to do with today's Xiang Yuan; he won't accept this hammer.

Seeing Xiang Yuan peeking around, Zi Ping narrowed her eyes, took out a token, and handed it over: "This can protect you from the Nine Absolute Sword Formation..."

The moment the words fell, the space around the two of them rippled, and when they reappeared, they had already entered the forbidden area of ​​the sword formation.

Shang Qingmeng looked at the two adulterers in front of her with an indifferent expression. Her face was expressionless, perfectly demonstrating what it means to sever the seven emotions and cut off the six desires.

Zi Ping smelled of Xiang Yuan, and Xiang Yuan smelled of Zi Ping; when they were mixed together, it was incredibly intoxicating.

But for Shang Qingmeng today, none of that matters anymore. After all, this isn't the first time the two of them have cheated on each other. Right now, she only cares about one thing.

Rumors circulate that Xiang Yuan is engaged to two princesses of the Prince Zhao's mansion.

One of them was Xiao Lingyue from the Wushuang Palace...

We must make things clear today!
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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