The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

"Alright."

Yun Boyan withdrew his hand, his face still bearing that cold and composed expression.

"Then I'll ferry you again next time."

As for what method to use, that's a matter for next time.

He felt the same way all night, and thought his brother was unable to control himself and was not restraining himself. He even cursed him as a "beast" in his heart several times.

Now it seems that it was my brother who was reckless. How could he possibly endure such a soul-crossing ritual?

This method is extremely wasteful, and the slightest mistake can damage the foundation.

"Okay, thank you, Ayan."

Tang Xixue could tell that Yun Boyan cared about her a lot.

Although he seemed aloof, he always took meticulous care of her like a master.

Every time she was in danger, he would protect her without hesitation, drawing his sword for her.

"Sister-in-law, if you really want to thank me, it's not enough to just say it."

Yun Boyan said meaningfully.

"How would you like me to thank you, Ayan?"

Tang Xixue blinked, looking at him curiously, scanning him up and down before stopping at a certain spot.

"..."

Yun Boyan froze instantly, completely bewildered by her.

His already crumbling rules and regulations shattered instantly.

When it comes to being able to eat any kind of food without any dietary restrictions, he is far inferior to her.

He suddenly remembered the question she had asked: were they really identical as twins?

What is she referring to?

What are the dimensions of the sword?

He would let her figure out the answer to this question herself later.

Completely, carefully experience, and thoroughly compare.

Now, instead of indulging in wild thoughts, he should teach her how to save her life.

"Zhizhi, in this world, there is no reason, only the sharp edge."

There was a restrained, ascetic quality in that voice.

"Only by being strong can one stand firm. If the blade in one's hand is sharp enough, there is no thorn in the world that cannot be cut."

"Today, I will transmit to you the secret manual of the Great Thousand World Scroll of the Myriad Manifestations Dharma Body."

Yun Boyan stood up and stood beside her, beginning to carefully teach her how to guide that spiritual energy to her own use.

"The Qi circulates throughout the heavens, the Soul resides at the primordial gate. With an open mind, one embraces the universe; with a heart as clear as a mirror."

Tang Xixue closed her eyes, silently reciting the incantation of the cultivation technique, guiding the spiritual energy in her spiritual sea to flow slowly along her meridians.

At first, it was a bit awkward, like a spring stream tentatively overflowing a frozen riverbed.

Gradually, the spiritual energy seemed to understand the guidance of her mind, becoming docile and smooth.

"In a single breath, all things are observed in stillness. The spirit returns to the Purple Palace, and the divine illuminates the vast universe."

Yun Boyan's voice rang in my ears, a naturally cold tone, like the snow that never melts on the Kunlun Mountains.

Following his guidance, she channeled her spiritual energy from her meridians into her dantian, then dispersed it throughout her limbs and bones, finally gathering it into her spiritual sea.

The cycle repeats itself endlessly, life goes on and on.

This is the "Dharmakaya of All Things".

She missed five years of subsequent cultivation techniques.

Xie Jinlian knows it, and so does Yun Boyan.

As they lifted her up time and time again, she gradually grew her own wings.

In the end, the wind that swept across the sky as she spread her wings was the warmth they had once held in their palms.

No need for a ladder to the clouds—she herself is the highest heaven.

Baiyujing.

The cloud carriage traveled above the layers of clouds. Xie Jinlian leaned against the soft couch, her long silver hair flowing with light, her face paler than usual.

His eyes were closed, his breathing light and shallow, like a jade sculpture at rest.

Sword attendant Wen Song stood guard beside him, his gaze sweeping back and forth across his lord's face several times before finally speaking up.

"Your Majesty, why do you look more and more haggard the more you rest? You look like you've exhausted your spiritual energy."

He took out a top-grade spirit stone and carefully handed it over.

The spirit stone was smooth and lustrous, with a milky white luster flowing inside. It was mined from the place with the most abundant spiritual energy in Kunlun Ruins, and ordinary people could not even see it.

"Why is Your Majesty suddenly so weak?"

Wen Song hesitated for a moment, but ultimately couldn't hold back.

"In your condition, you still rush to the Valley of Divine Medicine to see His Highness... You should know your limits, Your Majesty."

Xie Jinlian slowly opened her eyes, her silver-gray pupils glancing indifferently at Wen Song.

That gaze sent a chill down Wen Song's spine.

"Wen Song."

Every word he uttered seemed to have been washed by moonlight, so clean that not a speck of dust remained.

"Quiet."

Who's weak?

That's slander.

Last night, he and Zhizhi simply exchanged sincerity for sincerity and strength for a voice.

Zhizhi was so sweet that he developed a taste for her.

"Yes."

Wen Song immediately lowered his head, looking down at his nose and contemplating his inner thoughts.

He knew that the emperor didn't want to hear the truth.

That damned pride of men!

He silently began to plan in his mind.

I had heard Songyun mention before that he had a formula for replenishing vital energy, which was specially prepared for the Grand Preceptor.

It is said to be quite effective; after the Imperial Advisor took it, his complexion became rosier.

He'll have to ask Songjun for it later, so he can also give his lord a boost.

The Seven Generations Pavilion's potent tonics must also be prepared for His Majesty.

It's good to have a few extra bottles on hand, just in case.

Meanwhile, atop the Star-Picking Tower, the Starry Sky Chariot was ready.

He Lichen had rested for a night, and although her face was still somewhat pale, she had regained some of her cool and aloof demeanor.

He stepped onto the cloud chariot, his moon-white crane cloak billowing in the morning breeze, fluttering like flowing clouds.

"grown ups."

The attendant, Songyun, carried in a steaming cup of tea and carefully placed it on the table beside him.

The tea soup was extremely dark in color, almost blackish-red, with faint traces of goji berries, angelica, and he shou wu floating among it.

There were also a few medicinal herbs that even Songjun couldn't name, which were specially retrieved from the medicine storehouse of the Siming Hall before the trip.

The whole cup of tea exudes a feeling of vitality that "one sip can add ten years to your life."

"Would you like to go back to Holy Spirit Mountain to recuperate?"

Songjun tentatively spoke, her tone filled with cautious persuasion.

"I heard that Empress Lian Ge got into a fight with our Palace Master. The Palace Master wouldn't let her enter Holy Spirit Mountain, but that lady is also impulsive. According to news from Holy Spirit Mountain, she almost demolished Holy Spirit Mountain."

As he said this, a hint of lingering fear still lingered on his face.

Although he had never met Empress Yunmian in person, judging from the description in the communication talisman, she was truly a lawless person.

What kind of place is Mount Holy Spirit?

The Palace of Fate is a forbidden area that no one has dared to trespass on for ten thousand years.

She was quite something; she just barged in whenever she wanted, and when she couldn't get in, she resorted to violence.

"If it weren't for the fact that Empress later received news of the outbreak of the Crimson Dust Gu and rushed back to Lian Ge."

Songjun sighed.

"I'm afraid the glazed tiles of the Temple of Fate will be torn off by now."

He Lichen picked up the teacup with the suspicious color, glanced at it, and took a small sip without changing his expression.

The tea soup has a strong medicinal flavor, bittersweet, with a hint of the unique sweetness of goji berries.

"The eldest brother can't possibly lose."

His tone carried an almost blind trust.

"No need to worry."

Song Jun's lips twitched.

The temple master did not lose, but half of the mountain gate of Holy Spirit Mountain was indeed demolished, and a hole was also punched in the mountain protection formation.

He couldn't tell whether it was a win or a loss.

However, seeing the adult's nonchalant demeanor, he wisely refrained from mentioning it again.

All he knew was that the women at the foot of the mountain, though beautiful and charming, were actually all cunning and ruthless outsiders!

They were all incredibly fierce!

We can't afford to mess with them!

"What's so great about Holy Spirit Mountain? Let's go to Xingze and see the Medicine God Ceremony."

He Lichen placed the teacup back on the table and looked into the depths of the clouds.

Songjun responded and turned to instruct the cranes driving the chariot to adjust its direction.

After taking a few steps, he couldn't help but turn back and mutter to himself:

"Is Your Excellency here to attend the Medicine God Ceremony, or is there something else going on?"

He Lichen remained silent.

But the fingers holding the teacup tightened slightly.

"Wine? Where can you find wine as intoxicating as Zhizhi?"

The cloud chariot broke through the layers of clouds and flew towards Xingze. Divine Medicine Valley was destined to be a place where great events would unfold.