The Immortal Empress, Unrivaled Through Eternity

Li Mansion, Ziyun Pavilion.

"Mingyu Fist Experience +16."

"Mingyu Fist (Minor Success 16/200)"

"Sixteen points of experience in one afternoon."

Li Yunqing glanced at the dim sky and her brows furrowed slightly.

After the betrothal ceremony at noon, she returned to her courtyard and practiced the Mingyu Fist without a break all afternoon.

The two remaining Qi and Blood Pills I bought from Jiang Yu have been completely used up.

"If that's the case, mastering it will only take six or seven days, which is already extremely fast!"

"I was a little too hasty."

At this rate, it will take at most half a month for Mingyu Fist to reach mastery.

Such speed is absolutely extraordinary, even faster than those martial arts geniuses.

But after going through the betrothal ceremony, she felt some pressure and urgency, which made her feel the pace slow down.

"Just follow the steps; a year should be more than enough."

Thinking of this, Li Yunqing let out a long breath, and returned to her calm state.

With power, she can refuse everything.

If she doesn't want to, no one can force her.

After dinner, she took a bath and washed up, then sat cross-legged on the soft couch and began practicing the Frost Sword Technique.

The stronger one's spirit, the stronger one's control over the body, and the stronger one's understanding of martial arts.

This will allow her to gain martial arts experience more quickly.

The Frost Sword Technique must not be abandoned.

Moreover, practicing the Frost Sword Technique can enhance one's spirit and completely replace sleep.

Before you have the ability to refuse everything, it's only natural to work hard.

Li Yunqing quickly formed hand seals, and with a flick of her fingers, nine hand seals were completed in an instant.

As she became more proficient in the hand seals, she was able to form them faster and faster.

"Perhaps I can achieve minor mastery of the sword technique tonight."

As her thoughts raced, she formed a sword-like gesture with her hand and placed it on the calligraphy brush on the table.

An invisible spiritual force, like silk threads, wraps around the brush.

"Buzz!"

The brush trembled slightly, then rose into the air, flashing rapidly in front of Li Yunqing.

Like a flying sword, it practiced the sword techniques in the sword manual.

Every move he made was swift and fierce, as if an unseen person was fighting with a sword.

A moment later, exhausted, the brush suddenly fell to the ground. She only felt a moment of dizziness before recovering.

"Frost Sword Technique experience +8."

"Frost Sword Technique (Beginner 335/500)"

"I wonder if Granny Ghost has finished researching that flying sword?"

Thoughts raced through her mind, but her fingers continued to dance rapidly, leaving afterimages before finally transforming into a sword-like finger.

As spiritual energy surged forth, it transformed into invisible threads that wrapped around the brush.

The brush trembled slightly, then rose into the air again, performing a sword technique.

Without stopping.

As she continued to cultivate, her understanding of sword techniques also accumulated in her mind.

Once you've accumulated enough experience and with the help of your comprehension, you'll surely make rapid progress once again.

Time flows silently.

The bright moon hung high in the sky, the stars twinkled, and the whole world was plunged into deathly silence.

As the moon set in the west, a faint light appeared in the eastern sky.

"Buzz!"

On the soft couch, Li Yunqing pointed her sword and the brush soared into the air.

Like a sharp sword, it danced in the room, displaying its swordsmanship, and even the air itself seemed to whistle as it cut through the air.

As she watched the calligraphy brush dance, her eyes shone even brighter, and a flood of insights suddenly burst forth in her mind.

In that instant, the brush moved like a sword, becoming even more swift and sharp, with a faint, extremely chilling aura rising within it.

It created lingering afterimages and lasted for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

"Clatter!"

As the brush fell, Li Yunqing only felt that the spiritual power in her mind seemed to have accumulated enough.

It made a gurgling sound, like boiling water.

It also seemed as if he had gained new insights and understanding of the Frost Sword Technique.

But upon closer examination, I found nothing.

"Frost Sword Technique experience +23."

"Frost Sword Technique (Minor Success 0/1000)"

"The sword technique has been partially mastered!"

The smile on Li Yunqing's face had just appeared when the boiling spiritual power in her mind suddenly jolted and transformed into a phantom figure.

The figure was exactly the same as her, without any difference, but it was as illusory as a shadow.

"Buzz!"

Her body trembled slightly, her eyes suddenly closed, and the illusory figure in her mind leaped slightly and actually rose into the air above her head.

"This is?"

Li Yunqing felt incredibly light, like a feather, able to drift in the wind.

She looked down at her ethereal body, then at herself sitting cross-legged on the soft couch.

"Is this the spirit leaving the body?"

With a thought, her illusory body instantly floated in front of her, facing her own body.

"Am I really this good-looking?"

Looking at those exquisitely beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and those delicate, slightly upturned lips, she suddenly understood Jiang Yu a little.

Such a beautiful person, with both looks and figure, she likes herself too.

She raised her illusory little hand, trying to pinch her chin, but it simply merged into her body.

"So, I can't touch myself!"

She seemed lost in thought. Her illusory figure turned and suddenly soared into the air, passing through the rooftops and floating in the night sky.

The light from the setting moon seemed to penetrate her body, as if she were draped in a garment woven from moonlight.

"It's a bit cold!"

Feeling the gentle breeze from all directions, her ethereal body trembled slightly.

"No, this isn't cold; it's because the Yin spirit is too weak to withstand the baptism of wind for an extended period."

"Also, something's not right with my spirit."

Li Yunqing lowered her head slightly, and in the shimmering moonlight, she sensed a strange power within this illusory body.

A thought flashed through her mind, and she quickly formed a hand seal, transforming it into a sword finger.

"Buzz!"

In that instant, a sharp, cold glint rose from her fingertips.

Like frost or snowflakes, it exudes a chill, yet seems capable of piercing through everything.

"Could this be sword intent?"

"not good!"

She suddenly realized that her illusory body began to tremble the instant the sword intent condensed.

It seemed like it was about to collapse.

She subconsciously dispersed the handprint, and the wisp of cold light instantly vanished, merging into her illusory body.

That feeling of collapse vanished instantly.

"So that's how it is. My Yin Spirit is not yet complete. It was only able to manifest because I comprehended a wisp of Frost Sword Intent."

"A strong mind has this kind of benefit?"

"Sword Intent!"

She understood, and her figure slowly rose into the air, finally stopping when the connection with her physical body became faint, gazing at the heavens and earth.

All she could see was darkness, boundless and endless, like an abyss, yet it also gave her a sense of exhilaration.

It also gave him a feeling of being unrestrained and free.

"what?"

Suddenly, Li Yunqing turned her gaze to the eastern sky.

She felt a vague unease, as if a terrifying force was about to emerge from that direction.

It has the power to shatter her illusory body into pieces.

"The sun is about to rise!"

"The Yin spirit is too weak to walk in the sunlight."

With a thought, she quickly floated down, passed through the roof, and merged directly into her body.

The next moment, Li Yunqing, who was sitting cross-legged on the soft couch, opened her eyes, her eyes flashing with a little excitement.

She also felt that everything within a radius of about ten feet centered on herself was clearly perceptible.

It seemed as if she had a pair of pupils on the top of her head, which allowed her to see everything around her clearly.

360 degrees, without a single blind spot.

"Could this be considered the sixth sense, spiritual awareness?"

She got up and stepped off the soft couch, stood by the window, and gazed eastward.

The sky seemed to be flowing with blood, gradually spreading and dyeing the heavens crimson.

Until the sun peeked out and tore through the darkness.

It further dimmed the starlight and moonlight in the sky until they disappeared completely.

It was already broad daylight.

"I wonder if I can control a flying sword right now?"

"Tomorrow... no, I can try today."