We said we would experience life, fairy, how did you become real?.

Chapter 4: Cultivating a Crane-like Figure

When Xiao Mo's consciousness detached from the Book of a Hundred Lifetimes, it was already six o'clock the next morning.

Xiao Mo stayed in the Hundred Generations Book for nearly two months.

Although the time flow in the Book of a Hundred Lifetimes is 100 times that of reality, Xiao Mo quickly adapted to the flow of time in the real world thanks to the Book of a Hundred Lifetimes' protective mechanism.

Moreover, when Xiao Mo experienced life in the Book of a Hundred Lifetimes, his physical energy was also restored.

What made Xiao Mo frown was that, according to the Hundred Lifetimes Book, he was clearly a Nascent Soul Realm sword cultivator and knew the Grass Character Sword Technique.

But after waking up, Xiao Mo forgot all of these things and couldn't remember them at all.

Xiao Mo was still thinking about practicing the Grass Script Sword Technique in reality.

But now it seems impossible.

We can only wait and see how the reward distribution works.

After having breakfast, Xiao Mo continued to rest in bed.

Because Xiao Mo's illness has not yet fully recovered, he does not need to pay his respects to the Empress Dowager, nor does he need to attend the morning court session.

In Xiao Mo's opinion, attending the morning court was of little use, as most of the people in the court were Yan Shan'ao's men.

She's already eighteen years old, and the Empress Dowager is still ruling from behind the curtain; she's utterly shameless.

After Wang Can was demoted from the capital, no one dared to provoke Yan Shan'ao.

"Wei Xun," Xiao Mo called out.

"Your Majesty." Eunuch Wei hurriedly walked to Xiao Mo's side.

"Go and send over some Taoist classics, and then tell the Prime Minister and the Empress Dowager that during my absence, the Zhou Kingdom will need their help."

"Your Majesty, what is this?"

Xiao Mo stood up and walked around the palace with his hands behind his back:

"Having cultivated a form like a crane, I sit beneath a thousand pines with two volumes of scriptures. I come to inquire about the Dao, but there is nothing more to say; the clouds are in the blue sky, and the water is in the bottle."

Xiao Mo stopped and looked at Wei Xun: "From this day forward, I will cultivate immortality!"

"Having cultivated a form like a crane, I sit beneath a thousand pines with two volumes of scriptures. I come to inquire about the Dao, but there is nothing more to say; the clouds are in the blue sky, and the water is in the bottle."

Yan Shan'ao read aloud the poem Xiao Mo had composed and couldn't help but nod: "Your Majesty is indeed a man of great literary talent."

Wei Xun lowered his head and dared not speak.

Just now, Wei Xun arrived at Lingxin Palace and conveyed His Majesty's message.

Empress Dowager Yan sat on her high seat, calmly sipping her tea, as if everything had nothing to do with her.

Although Empress Dowager Yan was over forty years old, her beauty had not faded at all; in fact, she possessed a mature charm. Her every move exuded not only the majesty of an empress dowager but also a natural allure.

Yan Shan'ao turned to look at Wei Xun: "Is that really what Your Majesty said?"

"Yes, Prime Minister, His Majesty says he wants to cultivate immortality. I trouble you and the Empress Dowager to devote more attention to the affairs of the court."

"Since ancient times, emperors have been influenced by the fortune of the mountains and rivers. How could they possibly cultivate themselves? Emperors who were obsessed with seeking immortality never had a good outcome."

Yan Shan'ao sighed.

"I will go and persuade His Majesty to pay more attention to state affairs."

Hearing Yan Shan'ao's words, Wei Xun's brows twitched. He thought to himself, "How can this man be even more shameless than me, a eunuch? Do you want His Majesty to care about state affairs?"

You probably hope His Majesty will spend all his time cultivating immortality and neglecting state affairs.

"However, this poem is indeed quite good. Wei Xun, pass it down so that the court officials can appreciate His Majesty's literary talent."

"It is the Prime Minister."

Yan Shan'ao stood up, walked to Wei Xun's side, and patted him on the shoulder: "If anything happens to His Majesty, tell me in time. You'll be rewarded. But if you have other ideas, you know what will happen to you."

"Please rest assured, Prime Minister!" Wei Xun immediately knelt down. "This old minister has no ill intentions towards the Prime Minister and the Empress Dowager!"

Yan Shan'ao waved his hand: "Go ahead, a few palace maids will be sent to the palace later, you can take them to His Majesty."

"It is the Prime Minister."

Wei Xun wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and left Lingxin Palace shakily.

After Wei Xun left, Yan Shan'ao turned around and looked at his elder sister with delight: "Sister, now that His Majesty is single-mindedly seeking immortality, what do you think?"

"Having cultivated a form like a crane, I sit beneath a thousand pines, carrying two volumes of scriptures. I come to inquire about the Way, but there is nothing more to say; the clouds are in the blue sky, the water is in the bottle, hehehehe."

Empress Dowager Yan laughed coldly.

“Our emperor has never had any ambition and has always been timid; otherwise, we would not have chosen him to be adopted.”

The last time Wang Can went to see him, you demoted Wang Can. I'm afraid His Majesty was terrified, otherwise he wouldn't have fallen ill from the shock.

It now seems he has completely given up.

Empress Dowager Yan raised her eyes and looked at her younger brother: "You did a good job having Wei Xun leak this poem. Now, how many people in the court still support the Xiao family and the royal family? Now that His Majesty is focused on cultivating immortality, what reason do they have to persist?"

"However, Xiao Mo has also been given a second chance at life."

A fierce glint flashed in Yan Shan'ao's eyes.

"He got to where he is today all thanks to us. I never expected he would actually meet with Wang Can! If he doesn't behave himself, hehehe, we can choose another emperor!"

Empress Dowager Yan glanced at Wei Xun: "It's better to avoid trouble. As for Wang Can, find a way to get rid of him, but do it cleanly and don't leave any evidence. Do you understand? Censors are like dogs; they're the most likely to bite."

“I know, sister.” Yan Shan’ao nodded, sat back down and took a sip of wine. “In a poor and remote place like Lingnan, it’s too easy for someone to ‘die of illness’.”

Empress Dowager Yan lay sprawled on the soft couch. Upon seeing this, a maidservant quickly stepped forward, gently massaging the Empress Dowager's legs and patting her shoulders: "By the way, how is the Ten Thousand Swords Sect doing?"

"Elder Huang of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect will be coming to our capital in three months. I have already figured out Elder Huang's preferences. I have also exchanged letters with Elder Huang before. As long as nothing unexpected happens, we will be able to get in touch with the Ten Thousand Swords Sect as a backer."

Empress Dowager Yan nodded; she trusted her younger brother's abilities.

"If we can get on the coattails of the Myriad Swords Sect and have them as our backers, everything will be much easier. We'll just have to give them whatever they ask for."

In addition, you should take Elder Huang to visit our Yan family more often. I know that the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is very strict in its selection of disciples.

However, if some disciples happen to catch Elder Huang's eye, it would be of great benefit to our Yan family.

"Hahaha, if our Yan family's descendants can become Jiang Qingyi's disciples, then the entire Zhou Kingdom will truly be under our control. Those old fogies won't dare to curse us behind our backs. At that time, you, sister, might even become the first female emperor of the Zhou Kingdom!"

Empress Dowager Yan glanced at her younger brother indifferently: "Since Jiang Jianxian became famous, he has never taken on a single disciple. Don't think about these things. Just do your own thing. Besides, it's about time to select a few women from the Yan family to enter the palace. The future crown prince must be from our Yan family."

Yan Shan'ao bowed and said, "Yes, sister."

(End of this chapter)