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"Young Master Song, what brings you here?"

Inside the room, Fan Qinghui knelt on the couch, bowing to the emperor with utmost respect.

"oh."

"When I was reading the scriptures, there were a few parts that I didn't understand, so I came to ask Miss Fan for advice."

At this moment, Lu Zuo was already sitting on the couch, his right hand stroking Fan Qinghui's pretty face, causing her body to tremble slightly.

A tyrannical ruler!

Are you in such a hurry?

Although she harbored deep resentment, for the sake of the Buddhist cause, Fan Qinghui could only put on a shy and demure demeanor, her pretty face flushed red.

The next moment!

With a push from Lu Zuo, Fan Qinghui involuntarily fell backward onto the bed with a soft thud.

"Miss Fan."

"Miss Fan, what's wrong?" Song Que asked anxiously from outside the door.

"Ah, I'm fine."

"I don't know... Hmm... Is there something that Young Master Song doesn't understand... Ah?"

Song Que frowned slightly, noticing that the goddess's voice in his heart sounded a little strange, as if it carried a hint of anxiety and shortness of breath.

Miss Fan must be practicing her martial arts...

He instantly guessed the truth and said, "If it's inconvenient for Miss Fan, I will come to ask for your advice again at some time."

"Then...ah...then please...no...Young Master Song, ah...exploring Buddhism is one of the greatest joys of Qinghui's life."

"Young Master Song, if you have any questions, please feel free to ask..."

Qinghui, she...

Would you rather be disturbed than not be guided on the essentials of Buddhism?

Song Que was deeply moved and asked bluntly, "May I ask Miss Fan, are all forms illusory?"

"If one sees all forms as non-forms, then one sees the Tathagata."

"What is the explanation?"

Fan Qinghui: "All forms are illusory... I mean all tangible matter in this world... oh... concepts, feelings, and so on..."

"Formed by causes and conditions... Ah... a temporary illusion... its essence is illusory and unreal... Ah."

"Hoo hoo... But illusion doesn't deny the existence of phenomena; rather, it means that nothing in this world is permanent...!"

"But if one sees all appearances as non-appearances, then one sees the Tathagata, alas... This means that if one can perceive the essence behind all appearances... alas... that is... non-appearances."

"Then one can realize that there is no inherent existence, emptiness... um... it is not to be grasped."

"So, you've seen the Buddha... phew..."

It turned out to be the case.

After a moment's thought, Song Que suddenly had an epiphany and realized the truth. He thought to himself, "Qinghui is indeed a worthy disciple of Qingheng Dreamland."

"Not only is he otherworldly and pure, but he is also a master of Buddhism and martial arts in this era."

"Truly admirable..."

Thinking of this, her longing for Fan Qinghui was even stronger than before.

"Thank you for your guidance, Miss Fan."

"but……"

"I hear your breathing is erratic and your voice is trembling. Are you really alright?"

"Um?"

"Could it be that you've misdirected your energy while practicing your martial arts? Would you like me to help you regulate your Qi?"

"No need!" Fan Qinghui exclaimed in surprise, "Ah! Please don't come in!"

Song Que's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly nodded and said, "Yes, yes, yes, I'm afraid it's not convenient for you right now. I was just too concerned and impatient."

"Please forgive me, young lady."

……

An hour later, Song Que returned to his room, feeling both satisfied and worried.

He wanted to go back to his room to practice his skills in peace, but his mind was in turmoil and he couldn't calm down. His mind was filled with the graceful figure of Fan Qinghui.

And a melodious voice with slightly disordered breathing.

"Is she really alright?"

"Could it be a case of qi deviation? Or is it due to physical discomfort?"

After thinking for a moment, Song Que stood up, pushed open the door, and went downstairs.

"Second Brother."

Upon hearing this distinguished young man address him, the waiter, with a handkerchief draped over his brow and a broad smile on his face, asked, "What are your orders, sir?"

"Go tell the kitchen to make a bowl of red date and lotus seed soup."

……

Fan Qinghui's room.

Her hair was disheveled, and she was covered in sweat. She reclined against Lu Zuo's chest, her eyes shimmering with autumn water, and said in a coquettish tone, "Your Majesty, you're so annoying..."

Lu Zuo held her slender waist, his mind only focused on what attributes he could give her tomorrow morning, completely ignoring what the woman was saying.

dong dong dong...

Just then, a knock came at the door and Song Que's voice came in again: "Miss Fan, I've made you a bowl of red date and lotus seed soup, which can nourish your blood and energy."

Fan Qinghui frowned, then stood up, straightened her clothes, and went to the door. With a gentle push of her jade-like hand, she opened a crack.

"Bring it here."

she……

Are you blushing?

Song Que's eyes lit up as he stared intently at Fan Qinghui's blushing face. This was the first time she had blushed at me...

I knew it! She definitely had feelings for me!

He happily placed the lotus seed soup on the floor, and then heard a loud bang as the door slammed shut.

Love can make people lose their minds, and infatuation can make them even more confused.

A one-sided, infatuated admirer often falls into various illusions and fantasies...

As Song Que left Fan Qinghui's room, he felt completely lightheaded...

Inside the house.

Fan Qinghui was kneeling in front of Lu Zuo, holding a bowl in one hand and a small spoon in the other, scooping up lotus seed soup. She blew on it before her red lips and said, "Your Majesty, be careful, it's hot."

While enjoying the absence of servants, Lu Zuo thought to himself, "She had countless opportunities to make a move just now, but she didn't."

"This shows that she really did come to feed the demon with her own body..."

……

The next day, early in the morning.

[Missed the morning court session; internal strength +5.]

[Addicted to beautiful women, internal strength +3.]

[Excessive indulgence in lust has increased cultivation by 983 and Zen enlightenment by 10.]

"Not only has my cultivation level increased, but my comprehension of Buddhist techniques has also improved considerably..."

"This holy maiden of Cihang Jingzhai is quite a good person."

After thinking for a moment, Lu Zuo opened the character panel and his eyes fell on the cultivation technique column. He wanted to see how his cultivation level was distributed across the two cultivation techniques.

Thousand Blade Flow Slash Technique, Level 3 (1/150000).

Ethereal Step (30006/300000).

Cultivation level: 983.

"It seems that if there are two or more cultivation techniques listed in the cultivation technique section, I will need to add them myself."

To this day, Lu Zuo has not fully grasped the functions of his cheat system.

For example, he still doesn't know how much attributes like calligraphy will improve, or what standards are used to calculate them.

The only thing I understood was 1 point of internal energy, which was equivalent to a day of self-cultivation.

One point in constitution roughly increases physical strength by 5 kilograms, along with corresponding physical attributes such as endurance and stamina.

One point of lifespan equals one day of lifespan.

As for the Dao of the Knife and the Dao of Poison, one can only clearly feel that the more one increases, the more skillful one becomes in using the knife, and the stronger one's resistance to poisons, etc.

dong dong dong...

Just then, a knocking sound rang out.

Lu Zuo got off the couch, walked to the door, and unlatched it.

With a creak...

A young man in his early twenties came into view.

He was as slender as a bamboo, dressed in a light purple brocade robe. The precious fabric shimmered softly in the morning light, highlighting his refined and noble demeanor.

This person has a clear facial contour, a high and straight nose, sharp lines, and a heroic air about him.

Lu stepped aside to let him in, then closed the door. He focused his inner energy and asked, "What's the situation in Nantong?"

The newcomer was none other than Chen Wu, one of the few remaining members of the Black-Clad Guards.

He bowed and replied, "Your Majesty, officials at all levels and prominent families in Nantong are now harboring rebellious intentions."

"We are currently raising funds for food supplies and military expenses, and manufacturing weapons."

"and……"

After a pause, Chen Wu said in a deep voice, "Prefect Du Mingli has already made contact with Dongyang."

"As expected." Lu Zuo nodded, then asked, "Where's Shen An?"

"He disembarked the day before yesterday and should arrive in Nantong City this morning."

"Oh, right..."

"I have also learned that Shen Xun of Dongyang has sent an envoy who will arrive in Nantong soon."

"As for Shen Xun himself, it is said that he is currently breaking through to the point of achieving the Three Elements Unity. Once he succeeds in this breakthrough, it should be the time for him to raise an army in rebellion!"

Does the triad return to one?

Lu Zuo narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling Li Cheng'an's terrifying combat power!

Even though there are many skilled soldiers in the army, many generals' personal guards are experts in combined attack techniques.

However, the impact of a fully accomplished Tri-Yuan Realm cultivator on a battle is still enormous!

On the imperial court's side, apart from Zhang Lihua and Zhu Yuyan, there were no experts at the Three Realms level.

Those powerful families are all cunning; they've kept their true strength hidden all these years.

Even Shen Xun himself was only learned by Lu Zuo after the palace coup, when he learned that Shen Xun had already reached the Three Realms.

Prior to this, he had always presented himself as someone who had just reached the initial stage of the Innate Realm.

Moreover...

As the birthplace of the Shen family, Dongyang might still hold some hidden secrets.

What if we gain the support of the Sui Dynasty again...

Oh.

Then it won't take five or six years; I will soon become a king who has lost his country!

Nantong is key!

By controlling this place, we can take advantage of its terrain to block the Dongyang army from advancing north, buy ourselves time, and establish a foundation for development.

We must clean up Nantong's internal affairs as soon as possible and firmly grasp it in our hands!

After thinking for a moment, Lu Zuo took out the porcelain bottle and handed it to Chen Wu: "Go to Nantong immediately and keep an eye on Shen An with Gu Han and Shangguan Jing."

"This person must have a rebellious heart, but he just doesn't have the opportunity."

"Now that we're back on his territory, there's so much more we can do..."

"Keep a close eye on him; make sure he doesn't have any contact with anyone alone!"

"Also, this bottle of pills can strengthen the body's foundation and enhance qi and blood. You, Gu Han, and Shangguan Jing should share it."

"Yes, Chen Wu thanks Your Majesty for the medicine!"

He accepted the porcelain bottle respectfully, his tone revealing great excitement.

This isn't just about a bottle of tonic; it's about His Majesty treating him as a trusted confidant!

His Majesty himself is a martial artist, yet he gave me the elixir, which shows how great his imperial grace is!

"No need for formalities."

"Go quickly."

"Yes."

Chen Wu nodded, turned around, pushed open the door, and went into the corridor.

Just as I was about to walk downstairs, a strange feeling suddenly arose in my heart, and I felt as if someone was watching my back.

He turned around and saw a woman in a green dress standing at the end of the corridor, looking at him curiously.

"The female bodyguard who accompanied His Majesty?"

Chen Wu didn't take it to heart and left on his own.

"How could such a distinguished guest visit him, a mere commoner?"

Lin Yue harbored no ill will towards Lu Zuo; it was simply that her humble origins instilled in her a deep-seated contempt for people of commoner backgrounds.

Even a humble family can still be a family, and even a fallen noble family can still be a noble family.

In their eyes, ordinary people are all ignorant, foolish, and vulgar.

Some even go so far as to believe that those from lower classes are destined to be inferior from birth...

Even if they learn martial arts and achieve something, they are still vulgar and unworthy of serving aristocratic families, not worthy of being called elegant.

This can be seen in the backgrounds of officials in the court and generals in the army.

From top to bottom, even a minor county magistrate or clerk is at least from a humble background!

Therefore, she found it strange that Chen Wu, dressed in luxurious clothes and seemingly of noble birth, came out of Lu Zuo's room.

Lin Yue shook her head and pushed open the door: "Brother Jiang, you wanted to see me?"

Inside the room, Jiang Che stood by the basin, picked up a towel from the shelf and wiped his face: "Lin Yue, you shouldn't have treated Young Master Lu like that."

"Um?"

"How have I treated him?"

"At yesterday's banquet, why did you even stop Young Master Lu from sitting in the second seat and instead place him in the last seat?"

Lin Yue smiled and said, "What's wrong?"

"He comes from a humble background, so being able to sit at the same table as Young Master Song and Miss Fan is already an immense blessing."

"How could I possibly dare to ask for more from the seating arrangement?"

"Besides, didn't Lu Zuo himself voluntarily request to sit at the end of the table? This shows that he knows he comes from a humble background and is not worthy to sit at the same table as Young Master Song."

Jiang Che frowned: "After all, they saved your life. They can sit anywhere. It's not your place to make arrangements."

"Besides, you haven't even thanked him yet."

"What? Is it so hard to bow down, lower your head, and say thank you to an ordinary person?"

"I..." Lin Yue opened her mouth, but then suddenly stopped.

Seeing her like this, Jiang Che sighed inwardly, waved his hand, and said, "Never mind."

"I know what you're thinking without you having to say it."

"You!"

"He got too close to those scions of wealthy families in Nantong and picked up their ways, viewing ordinary people as inferior."

"But don't you think about it? While background is important, he's still a fully-fledged Innate Realm expert in his early twenties!"

"If one day Young Master Lu achieves great success and becomes the next Ren Zhong, how will you face him then?"

"You should learn more from Young Master Song in how you conduct yourself and handle affairs."

future?

Lin Yue dismissed his words with disdain.

Oh.

He was not born into a prominent family, nor was he a disciple of a prestigious clan; he was merely a commoner of lowly blood, and would never be given important responsibilities anywhere.

Yet he was also proud and had a ridiculous backbone that was disproportionate to his status, refusing to rely on a powerful family.

How much of a future can someone like that have?

He can only be a wandering swordsman, spending his whole life struggling at the bottom of society!

As for the second Ren Zhong...

Does he deserve it?

......

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