Minglong

Chapter 218 Returning to Beijing
Shashasha~
Rain pattered against the eaves, doors and windows were tightly shut, and the room was completely silent.

The female warrior, dressed in a black dress, knelt before the bed. Her icy face was flushed with a touch of maple red, and she glanced elsewhere, remaining silent.

Xie Jinhuan sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking her jet-black hair and icy face, initially enjoying herself. But then, the ghost perched on the video recorder's shoulder suddenly looked up towards the door:
"Oh my~ You're planning to make Senior Sister Hua squat there?"

?

Xie Jinhuan actually followed A Piao's line of thought and figured that Senior Sister Hua could be on the left, while Wan Yi could be on the right.

However, he quickly realized what was happening, his expression changed, and he hurriedly pulled the ice block up:

"Quickly..."

Nangong Ye was afraid that her disciples would discover that she, the head of Zihui Mountain, was secretly bullying a child. She had been watching the door the whole time. Upon hearing the sound, she got up almost instantly, closed her clothes, and then pressed Xie Jinhuan down onto the pillow.

squeak~
The next moment, the door was pushed open.

Bu Yuehua appeared silently at the threshold, her veil still damp with raindrops. She first looked suspiciously at the bed, then saw her junior sister Nangong tucking the blankets in beside her, while Xie Jinhuan was wrapped up like a caterpillar. She asked him in bewilderment:
"Junior sister, what are you doing?"

Nangong Ye's heart was in his throat, but his icy composure remained flawless:

"I just fed him something, what's wrong?"

Eating...

What did you feed him?
Breastfeeding...

Bu Yuehua didn't believe that the two of them were just feeding each other with the doors and windows closed, and her gaze turned to Xie Jinhuan.

Xie Jinhuan felt slightly embarrassed being treated like a child by Bing Tuozi, but her expression remained unchanged.

"Senior Sister Hua, you're back. It's inconvenient for you to get up, please don't mind."

"It doesn't matter..."

Bu Yuehua couldn't see anything wrong, and dismissing her distracting thoughts, she closed the door and gracefully approached:

“Liang Yue of the Black Yan Gang left together with Xu Guanfu of the Jiangzhou Gang. The two families must have some connections. I inquired a few days ago and it seems that the Black Yan Gang has also noticed the changes in Fire Phoenix Valley. Xu Guanfu will probably get involved this time as well.”

Nangong Ye straightened up and frowned: "The yang fire underground is too strong. No matter how high one's cultivation level is, one's perception will be restricted. There is no difference between Xu Guanfu going down and us going down, as long as we don't bump into each other."

Bu Yuehua shook her head: "That's true, but we can't withstand the Yang Fire, so we can only go down after the 29th day of winter. Xu Guanfu's cultivation is much higher than ours, so he should be able to go deep underground by the winter solstice, or even earlier. What if he's lucky enough to run into us nine days before us?"

"Too……"

……

Xie Jinhuan lay on the pillow, originally intending to join the discussion.

Both women, each with their own unique charm, were equally stunning. They chatted by the bedside. The ice-cold figure had her back to him, her round and pert breasts right in front of him. Senior Sister Hua was even more outrageous, with her hands folded at her waist and her habit of pacing around as she spoke, her light blue skirt swaying with the grace of a mature woman...

That was fine, Xie Jinhuan turned his gaze away, but the ghost that hadn't disappeared saw that Bing Tuozi was busy and couldn't help him relieve his worries, so it lay down in front of him, put its hand under the covers, and helped him keep the fire burning.

Damn it? !
Xie Jinhuan sensed something was wrong and quickly looked at the understanding ghost, her eyes hesitant, as if to say something like, "Good sister, don't mess with me, I can't take it, if this is discovered I'll be ruined..."

Bu Yuehua probably sensed that Xie Jinhuan's aura was off, and turned her head:
"Xie Jinhuan, what do you think?"

Xie Jinhuan quickly turned her head back, her expression like that of an icy CEO who had been teased under the table by his mischievous older sister but had to maintain a calm demeanor during a meeting:

"I feel good."

"what?"

Bu Yuehua blinked, her peach-red eyes filled with a hint of confusion:

"Would it be beneficial for us if Xu Guanfu obtained this opportunity?"

Nangong Ye also turned around for no apparent reason:
Did you mishear me?

"Uh……"

Xie Jinhuan was caught in the Ghost Wife's 'Succubus Claw' spell and didn't even hear what the two of them were saying!
After being reminded by the ghost, Xie Jinhuan pretended to be calm and forced a way to smooth things over:
"I think Senior Sister Hua's idea is very good. In this kind of thing, you have to calculate all the possible failures in order to be absolutely sure."

Nangong Ye narrowed his eyes slightly: "You mean my idea wasn't comprehensive enough?"

Bu Yuehua smiled and said, "Is that even a question? Otherwise, why would he praise me?"

Oh my god...

Xie Jinhuan was surrounded by three people, but he forced himself to remain calm and explained:

"That's not what I meant. Um... Xu Guanfu was able to get in early, so we can also find a way to get in early. Do you have any ideas?"

If Nangong Ye and Bu Yuehua had a way, Xia Tian would have seized the opportunity; why would they have waited until now?

The opportunity at Phoenix Mausoleum lies in the extreme concentration of the Five Elements Fire, which broke through the earth's crust to form a crack. The crack is filled with the most yang energy, which becomes increasingly intense the deeper one goes, until the mortal body can no longer withstand it. It is only possible to enter during winter. The only difference is that cultivators with higher cultivation levels and stronger resistance can enter earlier.

The two looked at each other, clearly at a loss for what to do.

Fortunately, Xie Jinhuan didn't ask the two of them. The ghost wife, who was helping to "refill the fire" nearby, thought for a moment and replied:

"Yes. Go borrow the 'Yin-Yang Ruler' and use it to directly suppress Yang energy. I'll lead the way. If you run fast, you might even make it back in time for the coronation ceremony." The Yin-Yang Ruler is a celestial artifact of the Dan Ding Sect. Its function is a simple yet powerful method of suppressing magic over a wide area, making it difficult for opponents to draw upon the power of heaven and earth.

Although it is theoretically possible to block Yang Fire, the effectiveness of a celestial artifact depends on who is using it. Xie Jinhuan didn't have much power even with the Zheng Lun Sword, and it would probably be about the same with the Yin Yang Ruler.

Xie Jinhuan pondered for a moment and thought this was a good idea, and replied:

"The Yin-Yang Ruler may be able to suppress the fire of the Five Elements. Let's hurry back to the capital. I'll go and borrow it to try. If it works, let's set off as soon as possible."

Nangong Ye blinked, thinking that this method was feasible.

However, the Yin-Yang Ruler is an ancestral immortal artifact of the Dan Ding Sect. Before the Zheng Lun Sword appeared, the entire Dan Ding Sect only had this one treasure. Whoever became the sect leader was responsible for its safekeeping. Even when Lu Wuzhen went to seek opportunities, he dared not use it for private purposes.

After all, even if the Five Elders' divine gift is gone, there will still be a chance to snatch it again in the next sixty years. But if this thing is gone, then it's truly gone. Lu Wuzhen will truly become the eternal sinner of the Dan Ding Sect.

"The Yin-Yang Ruler is a sacred object that quelled the great calamity that wiped out all living beings. The sect leader even carries it with him when he sleeps, so it may not be easy to borrow it."

"I'll go ask first, maybe it'll work."

Nangong Ye felt that if he wanted to take her away, it would only be out of respect for the old sect leader, Master Qixia, so he didn't say much at the moment.

Seeing that her son-in-law had a solution, Bu Yuehua naturally stopped bothering him. After all, Nangong Ye could stay and sleep with her son-in-law, but she couldn't stay and keep him company in bed. She stood up and said:
"I'll go and gather some more information about the martial arts world. You focus on recovering first. Junior sister, please take good care of her and don't be harsh with the child."

"?"

Nangong Ye felt his face turn red, but dared not show it. After seeing the demoness out, he looked around under the eaves for a moment to make sure she was gone before returning to the bedside. He looked at the hungry little boy and hesitated to speak.

Xie Jinhuan had been constantly kept warm by his ghost wife, which was a bit unbearable. At this moment, he threw back the covers, sat up, and held her hand:
"Go on, I'll keep an eye on things, it'll be fine."

"Ugh……"

Nangong Ye felt that if things continued like this, he would be caught red-handed by the demoness sooner or later!

But since they were already halfway through, they couldn't just abandon the task. So, half-heartedly, they were pulled into each other's laps, their lips met, and their clothes slipped down...

Then, not long after, I was picked up and carried around...

"Xie Jinhuan! You...you're injured like this, and you still dare to get up?!"

"Keep your voice down during rehabilitation exercises..."

"Put me down!"

"Hehehe~ This is not up to Lady Mu..."

……
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As October approaches, the weather has become noticeably colder.

At dawn, Naido, carrying a piece of paper, hurried through the covered walkway, her steps causing ripples to tremble, and arrived at the princess's boudoir:

"Your Highness~ A new poem has been written on Chang Le Street, specially for Xie Lang. Flower shadows sway in the breeze and play with the moon, willow branches brush the water and are shrouded in mist. Joy is like a dream, tender and lingering..."

Inside the main room of the boudoir, all the wine vessels and entertainment facilities had been moved away. A dragon-and-phoenix-shaped character for "martial arts" hung in the central hall, and below it was a lifelike white jade tiger, making it look like the room of a daughter of a military family.

On the Luohan couch, Princess Changning changed her usual attire as a noble concubine, which symbolized peace and prosperity. However, she was not wearing mourning clothes either. Instead, she sat cross-legged in a black brocade martial arts outfit, with her aura flowing around her, giving her the air of a martial arts patriarch.

Not far to his side, Linghu Qingmo, dressed in a snow-white dress, sat cross-legged practicing her martial arts, completely focused.

Hearing Duoduo's exclamation, Princess Changning opened her eyes with slight displeasure:

"The lamentations of a woman who cannot obtain what she desires are not pleasant to listen to."

Duoduo ran into the house and saw the serious-looking Princess, looking a little bewildered:
"Your Highness, why have you suddenly become so diligent? Didn't we always say that work and rest should be balanced, that playing is playing, and practicing is practicing..."

Princess Changning used to throw parties whenever she had the chance, and she would only practice martial arts for a short time each day. The reason she suddenly changed her personality was because she had a dream a couple of days ago.

In her dream, she met a white-haired fairy who said that she had extraordinary talent and a strong mind, and was a martial arts prodigy. So she lent her a chance, but she had to repay the vow in the future. If she couldn't repay the vow, the chance would be taken away.

She initially thought it was just a dream, but when she woke up, she found two white tigers on her body...

One was something Jin Huan longed for, and the other was something Jin Huan longed for as well...

Princess Changning had heard of the divine gift of the military supervisor, but had never seen it. After all, at most three portions were given out every sixty years, and all the birds and beasts of the world would fight for them. Even if someone had inherited it from their ancestors, no one would dare to show it. The only one in the Great Qian who was known to the public was Wei Wuyi, who went to the Western Rong to sell hooks and got a portion...

As a result, this precious treasure fell into her lap while she was sleeping at home. If she didn't seize the opportunity to keep it, how could she live up to this blessing from heaven?

Linghu Qingmo was the same. While she was sleeping, her master suddenly appeared and gave her a great opportunity that even her master didn't have, and she didn't have to return it. She couldn't sleep for the past two days and wished she could be a time management master like Xie Jinhuan and divide each day into eight parts.

So the two sisters simultaneously changed their ways, staying home and practicing their skills day and night, leaving Duoduo, who was preparing food, wine, songs, and dances, completely bewildered. Duoduo secretly thought, "Princess, if you don't need me, I'll run off with Xie Lang..."

Upon discovering that the princess and Miss Linghu had transformed into Immovable Buddhas, Duoduo felt somewhat bored, but unable to indulge in her own revelry, she could only sit beside them and practice martial arts, eagerly awaiting Xie Lang's return.

Whether it was a miracle or not, the Buddha of Joy appeared, and after only a short while, a maidservant came running to deliver a message:
"Your Highness, the Prince has arrived in the capital, and Young Master Xie is among him."

"Wow! Double happiness!"

Naiduo perked up, jumped up and ran out, but then realized that the 'maid was bullying the master,' so she quickly turned back:
"Princess, let's hurry and greet the Prince."

Linghu Qingmo, who had been calm and composed, lost all interest in practicing her martial arts upon hearing that her boyfriend was back. She got up and started tidying up with her best friend...

(End of this chapter)