This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 489 I'd like to see who dares to impersonate the True Martial Emperor.

Hearing Xiang Yuan's description of the scene and his speculations, Bai Wuyan almost burst out laughing.

Ask her if she knows the Lord of the Underworld?

She is the reincarnation of the Queen Mother of the West, and the Lord of the Underworld is known as the Corpse Queen Mother. When her primordial spirit enters, the two can merge. She is extremely familiar with this.

The Yama Gate was the Queen Mother of the West's masterpiece. The Corpse Queen Mother found many relics of reincarnation and was able to sit in the cycle of reincarnation. She is an important link in the future control of reincarnation, so it is not surprising that she can travel through the three thousand worlds.

It's a pity I can't laugh!
Xiang Yuan deduced that the Lord of the Yellow Springs was the corpse of the Six Paths Goddess, who was reincarnated as the Sword Master Su Ran. This disgusted Bai Wuyan, who felt as if she had swallowed a fly, and she had no mind to laugh out loud.

Originally, Bai Wuyan wanted to reveal the identity of the Lord of the Yellow Springs and her relationship with him. Although these were things that couldn't be said, Xiang Yuan would find out sooner or later, so telling him wouldn't hurt.

Because of his unfounded speculations, he uttered nonsense, and Bai Wuyan had no intention of telling him anything.

Still angry, he kicked her again.

Snapped!
Xiang Yuan was kicked for no reason and felt terrible.

He could more or less guess the reasons why he was dumped before. Because being a kept man meant he had to be patient, so even though he knew he would be dumped, he didn't try to avoid it. Why was it this time?
After a moment's thought and rational analysis, the deception was exposed.
It was inappropriate to mention Su Ran Sword Master in front of Bai Wuyan, especially to describe his past life as so omnipotent.

It's his fault; he brought this on himself!
Thinking of this, Xiang Yuan frowned: "Master Bai, since the Lord of the Yellow Springs and the Sword Venerable are one, shouldn't your plan to control the reincarnated be reconsidered?"

He didn't quite understand. The circle of the three realms in Qianyuan Realm was only so big. Wushuang Palace was only a step away from Huangquan Dao. According to the Prime Minister's principle of "not allowing others to snore beside one's bed", and given that the White Palace Master was such a controlling person, there was no reason for him to ignore the potential threat of the Dao Master.

"An inanimate object will dissipate once it leaves the cycle of reincarnation, so what is there to worry about?"

Bai Wuyan coldly looked at Xiang Yuan, seeing his deep thought, she suddenly found it quite interesting to be a riddle solver. She closed her eyes for a moment and said with reason and evidence: "I know, and that lowly servant Su Ran knows too. She wants to use this power. When the time comes, it will be hard to say who will live and who will die, or whether she will still be herself."

It's definitely a hidden danger!

Xiang Yuan nodded secretly: "If the Heavenly Court appears in the world, can it suppress reincarnation, force the Dao Lord out of it, and completely eliminate her?"

That's probably very difficult!
Bai Wuyan frowned slightly. She disliked the Corpse Queen Mother, who always arranged everything and claimed it was for her own good. If she could get rid of the Corpse Queen Mother, she would naturally be happy to do so.

However, the Corpse Queen Mother is not someone who can be eliminated at will. Firstly, she is in charge of reincarnation, so she can stay or leave as she pleases. Secondly, the Corpse Queen Mother herself is an important support left to her by her previous life. Whether she can control the people in reincarnation depends on how many reincarnation relics she controls and how many outstanding performances she has.

It can't be eliminated, and it shouldn't be eliminated, so we can only endure it.

Seeing that Bai Wuyan remained silent, Xiang Yuan roughly understood the answer and thought to himself that this was a tricky situation.

He verbally expressed his disdain, finding fault with everything about Sword Master Su Ran, but in reality, he still respected her. At least in terms of moral principles, Sword Master Su Ran lived up to the great reputation bestowed upon her by the ignorant masses.

In comparison, the White House official was rather unsightly, and Xiang Yuan had a rather bad first impression of him.

An arrogant, ruthless, and vicious woman!

In short, Xiang Yuan prefers Su Ran Sword Venerable to the morally questionable Lord Huang Quan, and is already figuring out how to help him eliminate the hidden danger.

After thinking it over, I realized I don't have that ability!
Then it's fine. Let Xiang Yuan, who has the ability, worry about it later. Right now, the priority is to secure the rightful place of the Heavenly Court.

Having confirmed that Daozhu was the zombie of the Six Paths Goddess, Xiang Yuan felt a decrease in the number of Hakimi in his heart. After massaging the little feet for a while, he got up and prepared to leave Wushuang Palace with Chan'er in his arms.

Bang!
Xiang Yuan was stunned by the head injury, which he hadn't had in a long time.

My head is buzzing.

Bai Wuyan remained expressionless, but inwardly she sneered repeatedly. Coming and going as she pleased, did she really think Wushuang Palace was her own home?

Today, Xiang Yuan broke too many taboos. He did nothing right from beginning to end. His proper attitude was useless, and his joking around was even less effective. He was detained by the White House Master and made a treasure of the sect for three days before being kicked out.

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The Overlord's Mansion.

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Xiang Yuan sat in the pavilion in the backyard, recalling the food he had eaten over the past three days—ugh, the humiliation he had suffered. He felt that the rich woman was becoming more and more unreasonable; how could she be so humiliating?

He doesn't even dare to think about what he'll eat if he's fed feet today!
"Your Highness, the hot water is ready."

Baoqin walked into the pavilion and secretly glanced at Xiang Yuan. Seeing his beaming face, she thought to herself, "He's probably found another treasure on the road."

"Clear the way ahead. I have been traveling and weary these past few days, and I must wash off the dust from my body."

Xiang Yuan drank the last sip of tea in his cup, put aside his princely dignity, entered the bathroom, raised his hands, and Bao Qin stepped forward to help him remove his clothes.

As she undressed, Baoqin was left with only two close-fitting undergarments.

That's normal. Apart from the Prince Zhao's mansion, all other wealthy families do this.

The prince is of noble birth, and the bath is so deep; what if he sinks to the bottom? Someone must be there to watch over him, lest he sink to the bottom and learn to swim on his back when the door is opened again.

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

"Ah~~~"

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The water temperature is just right.

Baoqin followed her into the water, her undershirt soaked and clinging to her body, holding a neatly folded white towel. Before she could even start scrubbing her back, the bathroom door opened, and a rich fragrance wafted out, causing Baoqin to stand obediently to the side.

Her slightly dazed eyes immediately cleared up.

Such a rich fragrance can only belong to Jiang Yingjun, the former idol who debuted and is now the princess of the Overlord's Mansion.

Her fans are still wailing and crying outside the Bawang Mansion!

Like leeks, there are new faces every day. After one batch of tears, another one comes. It feels like the tears will never end within ten years.

No problem, fans are just韭菜 (a metaphor for being exploited).

Jiang Yingjun smiled sweetly, her fragrance wafting through the air. Seeing her husband lying by the water, looking completely at her mercy, a hint of emotion flickered in her eyes. In an instant, the fragrance intensified, revealing her unspoken thoughts.

Xiao Lingyan was also with them. The academically challenged student from the Prince Zhao's mansion hadn't planned to come, since she wouldn't be of any use even if given the chance, but Jiang Yingjun dragged her along.

Xiao Lingyan was well-liked in the backyard of the Overlord's Mansion because she didn't compete or fight and wouldn't cause trouble if left alone. Everyone liked her, including Jiang Yingjun, who kindly helped her out because she thought she was silly.

Two beautiful bodies entered the pool, which was already spacious... and still quite spacious.

Jiang Yingjun reached out and took the folded handkerchief from Baoqin's hands. She stood behind Xiang Yuan. As a delicate and weak young cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, coupled with the slippery bottom of the pool, she lost her balance and fell towards Xiang Yuan.

"Oh dear, Your Highness, be careful!" Jiang Yingjun exclaimed in panic, her voice trembling and her body shaking.

"Why are you so clumsy? Let me see, where did you twist your ankle?"

Xiang Yuan turned around, embraced Jiang Yingjun's slender waist, their hearts intertwined, and scolded her for being clumsy. He then checked her over and found that she had only slipped and been frightened, but had not suffered any serious injuries.

Baoqin: Where are you clumsy? You are clearly sharp-witted and quick-handed!
Their eyes met, and Jiang Yingjun was still somewhat unconvinced, insisting that the bathtub wasn't clean enough, otherwise she would never have slipped.

Xiang Yuan scoffed, thinking she was just making excuses. Both of them had their own reasons, and soon they started arguing because of their differing opinions.

"The taste of lying is nothing but sophistry."

Xiang Yuan pursed his lips. Xiao Lingyue often said that about him, so it couldn't be wrong. He pulled Jiang Yingjun into his arms, took the handkerchief, and handed it to Xiao Lingyan, the steam girl who was blushing beside him.

"Stop smoking. It's not like we've never bathed together before. Your sister is too cunning. I don't trust her. You demonstrate what a proper back scrub looks like."

After Xiao Lingyan took the handkerchief, she raised her other empty arm to indicate that there was still room in her arms.

There's no way around it; if you don't explicitly explain it to a student like Xiao Lingyan, she simply won't understand.

Even if it was explained clearly, it was useless; she still couldn't understand. Xiao Lingyan took the handkerchief and was really going to obediently rub her back.

"you……"

"Fine, come here!"

Xiang Yuan reached out and pulled the person into his arms, embracing them on both sides, lamenting how feudalism had harmed him so much, forcing him to live the kind of life he hated most.

In the end, the handkerchief ended up in Baoqin's hands.

She rolled her eyes inwardly, knowing her place, and stood behind Xiang Yuan to start rubbing his back.

It still didn't turn into a ball!
The bathroom door opened again, and Chan'er came in barefoot, stepping on the moonlight. She snorted and glanced at them coldly, and Jiang Yingjun and the other two obediently stood aside.

Chan'er smiled with satisfaction, her body radiating a soft white light. She took off her white clothes and ignored the handkerchief Baoqin offered.

The first wife doesn't need this!
Xiangyuan: (一''一;)
Looking at the arrogant Chan'er, he suddenly felt that the scene was very familiar. He thought of a funny video related to saunas, where seniority was clearly defined.

Thinking of this, he peeked out the door.

Next, shouldn't Xiao Lingyue make her appearance?
No, the painting in front of us is titled "Xiao Lingyue in Seclusion at Wushuang Palace".

"Zen'er is truly gifted; she's emerged from seclusion so quickly."

Xiang Yuan said sourly, “It’s really different when a famous teacher guides you through leveling up. Even though Chan’er copied the least amount of the laws of heaven and earth from him, she still managed to stabilize her Integration Stage realm before Xiao Lingyue.”

There are also exclusive experience rooms, making cultivation twice as effective with half the effort.

Speaking of which, since the Lord of the Yellow Springs is the Goddess of the Six Paths, and the Sword Venerable Su Ran is practically the same, then wouldn't Chan'er and Shang Qingmeng be fellow disciples?
Zen'er nestled happily in Xiang Yuan's arms, noticing the sour smell beside her, and her smugness grew even more pronounced.

The Overlord's Mansion is wonderful everywhere, especially when Xiao Lingyue isn't around. The younger sisters speak so sweetly and are very well-behaved. Chan'er loves it here the most.

Upon hearing Xiang Yuan's words, Chan'er proudly raised her chin, looking like she was seeking praise: "Chan'er's aptitude has always been excellent, unlike some people who, despite being in seclusion together, are still struggling with their skills."

"Yes, yes, Chan'er is the best."

"My husband is the best too." Chan'er was overjoyed. She glanced casually at the three girls standing obediently beside her. Taking advantage of her seclusion to sneak a bite, humph, did she agree to it?

Remember this: what the first wife gives you is yours; if she doesn't give you anything, you can't even collect what she spits on the ground.

Chan'er's evil nature is ingrained in her bones and can never be washed away in this lifetime. Only in front of Xiang Yuan will she restrain herself and become a well-behaved little witch.

Seeing the three women with their heads bowed and looking like they were waiting for instructions, she nodded in satisfaction, raised her hand to put her arms around Xiang Yuan's neck, and took a deep breath in his arms.

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The result wasn't very good; it smelled too good, like a vixen.

Chan'er was very dissatisfied. She glanced at Jiang Yingjun and, exercising her privilege as the first wife, wanted to make Xiang Yuan feel very pleased in front of everyone.

The thought had barely formed in her mind when her eye twitched. What a pathetic act! If she were to make a fool of herself on the spot, she could forget about ever maintaining her authority as the first wife again.

Alright, I'll let them off the hook today!
……

The bedroom, the boudoir.

Having washed away his weariness and dust, Xiang Yuan used a little trick to quickly confuse Chan'er. He raised his hand and took out the Reincarnation Mirror to examine it carefully.

The crisscrossing rivers sparked his imagination; even a glimpse of just the tip of the iceberg gave rise to countless speculations.

Be bolder, these long rivers involve the fundamental nature of the three thousand worlds. The different flow rates of time in each world, whether interfering with or separating them, are all closely related to reincarnation. The Ancient Mirror of Reincarnation is the key tool to solve the mystery.

Chan'er woke up groggily and saw Xiang Gong looking in the mirror. She leaned forward, and their faces were pressed together in the mirror.

The boy and girl were a perfect match, and Chan'er was extremely pleased.

As she looked at the mirror, she suddenly realized that Xiang Yuan was lost in thought and his mind was not on the couple in the mirror at all. She immediately pouted in dissatisfaction and poked Xiang Yuan's face.

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What's so interesting about a broken mirror? Look at Zen'er!

Also, when Chan'er is unhappy, her husband has to coax her ten times before she'll be happy.

He poked her several times in a row, until Xiang Yuan offered a lot of sweet nothings and coaxed her twenty times before finally dispelling Chan'er's dissatisfaction.

I like it, give me more!
Looking at the perfect couple in the mirror, Xiang Yuan exclaimed in amazement, "A handsome man and a beautiful woman, like two trees in the same grove, truly a match made in heaven. By the way, Chan'er, after you stabilized your realm, did you discover any other uses for this mirror?"

"Hmph, my husband only has eyes for the mirror."

"How could that be? This mirror is Chan'er's treasure. When you hold this mirror in your hands, it's the same as holding Chan'er in your heart. How is caring for this precious mirror that cultivates both body and mind any different from caring for your precious Chan'er?" Xiang Yuan cried out that he was wronged.

These words confided in Chan'er, who smiled and her eyes narrowed into crescent moons: "The Reincarnation Mirror must have other uses, but Chan'er's cultivation is currently insufficient, and she has no other way to control it. Even if she were to work with the Yellow Spring Mother Tree, she would still be unable to achieve anything due to her incomplete reincarnation."

Then why are you so happy?
That's true, ever since she got her husband, the little vixen hasn't been as hardworking as before.

Xiang Yuan lifted Chan'er's chin, gently kissed the corner of his mouth, and frowned slightly, saying, "The Yellow Spring Mother Tree is incomplete, causing incomplete reincarnation. I wonder if finding all the relics can restore it to its original state."

"That probably won't work."

Chan'er frowned and said, "According to Chan'er's understanding, the Yellow Spring Mother Tree is incomplete, which has nothing to do with the Reincarnation Relic. Its missing roots should have been violently broken off and taken away by someone."

"Such a thing is true..."

Xiang Yuan was secretly alarmed. The Yellow Spring Mother Tree was a symbol of reincarnation, and it was highly likely that she herself was the Goddess of the Six Paths, capable of violently breaking the Yellow Spring Mother Tree...

It's obvious, it must be the inhuman Heavenly Emperor!
If all the great evils of the world were to be attributed to the Heavenly Emperor, there would certainly be some who were wrongly accused. But if the Emperor were to be accused one by one, there would inevitably be some who escaped his grasp.

When the Heavenly Emperor is mentioned, Xiang Yuan feels all sorts of dissatisfaction, especially after the Demon Ruins Realm. He learned that it was not the demon race that cursed the human race to lose their innate bodies, but the Heavenly Emperor who used the demon race's fortune to curse the human race. His dissatisfaction with the Heavenly Emperor reached its peak.

The Heavenly Emperor is truly a scoundrel. He used the fate of the demon race to curse the human race, and then made the demon race take the blame for so many years, making it impossible for the two races to reconcile to this day. Is there any being worse than this in the world?
Have a good death!
The death of the Heavenly Emperor was greater than all his contributions during his lifetime.

It's a pity it didn't die completely.

Chan'er reminded Xiang Yuan that the Yellow Spring Mother Tree was missing, and part of it had fallen into the hands of the Heavenly Emperor, who was also the original Heavenly Emperor of the ancient Heavenly Court.

It's unknown what evil conspiracy this thing is plotting after obtaining a portion of the Yellow Spring Mother Tree. Considering the special nature of the Yellow Spring Mother Tree, the disaster will not be limited to just one realm; it will inevitably sweep across all the heavens and myriad realms, a true catastrophe for all living beings.

The water was too deep; just thinking about it made Xiang Yuan's scalp tingle.

"Forget it, let Xiang Yuan worry about it tomorrow. Xiang Yuan just needs to work hard today."

Xiang Yuan set the Reincarnation Mirror aside and pounced on Chan'er like a hungry tiger, pinning her down.

"My husband is so mean, he only knows how to bully Chan'er."

"Like it?"

"like!"

"Oh."

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Xiao Lingyue is still in seclusion at Wushuang Palace, and Xiang Yuan only dotes on Chan'er. In the Overlord's Mansion, no one can restrain Chan'er, so she makes all the decisions and is happy as long as she is happy.

With nothing else to do, he wanted to clean up the atmosphere in the backyard, so he asked Jiang Yingjun to be in charge of the background music and brought out Jinse Six Incarnations to perform.

Xiao Lingyan stood behind Xiang Yuan, responsible for massaging his shoulders and back, and carrying his zither...

She's not really involved; she's not even a proper sister. She's just there to serve tea and water.

Chan'er nestled in Xiang Yuan's arms, squinting her eyes as she took a nap.

The first wife exudes authority!

If it were Xiao Lingyue, she certainly wouldn't act this way. The methods concubines use to vie for favor are beneath her dignity. Chan'er doesn't think so. As long as she's close to her husband, others can only be envious. She is the first wife who has the final say.

What's with all this talk about being well-mannered and poised? Why care so much about what others think? Living within those rules is exhausting to watch.

The first wife of the overlord's mansion should be like this; anyone who dares to say a word will be killed by being reflected in a mirror!
Halfway through the song, he let out a soft "Eh!" and tilted his head back, nudging Xiao Lingyan.

We have guests over, so let's tidy up a bit.

"Ms. sir?"

Chan'er looked up in confusion. The Overlord's Mansion was heavily guarded, with its space intricately intertwined, making it almost impossible for the house to be destroyed. She couldn't see who the guest was.
"It's alright. Put on the Silver Moon Veil and continue playing music and dancing... Uh, tell the Jinse girls to tone it down a bit, and don't do that kind of dance anymore."

Xiang Yuan, with a bewildered expression, reminded her that after Chan'er put on the silver moon veil, they pointed their fingers into a sword shape and pointed it in the air, opening a spatial passage so that the guests from afar could enter the hospital.

The newcomer was dressed in a black Taoist robe, with regular features, clearly a positive figure, a true member of a prestigious and righteous sect.

Qingyun Sect, Daoist Ziyang.

"Grandmaster, something terrible has happened..."

Ziyang rushed into the spatial passage in a flurry of activity, a stark contrast to his previous composed and mature demeanor.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, he knelt down with a thud, then suddenly realized something was wrong.

With music playing and dancing, and a large group of beautiful women, isn't there too many enchantresses in the backyard of the Overlord's mansion?
Jiang Yingjun and Xiao Lingyan are both young ladies from wealthy families. They are well-educated, polite, and have good manners. It's hard to say about the others. Jinse, Chan'er, and Baoqin are all born as enchantresses. They can't hide from Ziyang's discerning eyes. He can see through their enchantress nature at a glance.

What kind of scene is this? Grandmaster, you have fallen!

Zi Yang's lips twitched, and he raised his hand to wipe away a bead of cold sweat. He dared not speak ill of his ancestor, firmly believing that this action must have a deeper meaning, such as...

Well, maybe, probably, possibly, isn't this a kind of exorcising demons and subduing evil spirits?
That's right, the patriarch personally suppressed the demoness, sacrificing his reputation for eliminating evil and upholding justice.

This is the only explanation; otherwise, my Dao heart wouldn't be able to bear it.

Although Dao Xin couldn't accept this explanation, it was still much better than no explanation at all.

"Master Ziyang, why are you performing such a grand ceremony? And don't talk nonsense, there's no ancestor of yours here." Xiang Yuan complained of toothache, saying how many times he had said that there was no True Martial Emperor here.

Upon seeing Master Ziyang arrive, Xiang Yuan deliberately made fun of himself, pretending that he was obsessed with the beauty of a demoness and had been conserving his strength all day long, but it was all in vain, and he was still labeled as the True Martial Emperor.

If he doesn't reason with anyone, then all his pretense of being infatuated with the enchantress's beauty was for nothing!
"Humph!"

Chan'er snorted coldly. She knew that the True Martial Emperor who suddenly appeared in the Heavenly Demon Realm was suspicious. Sure enough, the Qingyun Sect stopped pretending and started talking about their ancestor.

What kind of mess is this? Even your husband has forgiven you, so why can't you let it go, Chan'er?
Xiang Yuan patted Chan'er's head, pretending not to hear the cold snort, and said to Zi Yang with a dark face, "Say it again, your ancestor is not here, understand?"

“Your Highness, if you don’t take the position of the founder of the Qingyun Sect, someone else will.”

Ziyang smiled bitterly, maintaining a proper kneeling posture, still unwilling to get up.

He wasn't mocking Xiang Yuan, but speaking the truth: there really were audacious individuals who went to Qingyun Sect, performed miracles, and displayed their divine power before others, claiming to be the reincarnation of the True Martial Emperor.

The sect leader, Qingyang, was a bit confused and couldn't distinguish between truth and falsehood. He ordered Ziyang to immediately go to the Western Chu Overlord's Mansion and ask the patriarch to go and prove himself.

"Counterfeit goods came to our door, and we even dared to confront them..."

After listening to Ziyang's concise words, Xiang raised an eyebrow. If he was right, the struggle for the throne had already begun.

It remains to be seen whether the battle between the true and false Zhenwu Emperors is the opening act, or just another calculated move to orchestrate the overall situation, as before.

Xiang Yuan pondered for a moment, then decided to make the trip. He stood up and looked towards the direction of Southern Jin: "What an audacious madman! I'd like to see who dares to impersonate the True Martial Emperor!"

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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