Spiritual energy resurgence? My former empress wife has also revived!

The atmosphere was tense on the outskirts of the capital.

The village that once stood at the foot of Foshan has vanished, leaving behind a huge crater that looks like a meteorite falling from the sky.

distance,

The troops defending the capital stood ready, watching the battlefield with bated breath.

August is the hottest time of the year in the capital.

The sweltering heat of the dog days of summer brings with it a sticky, damp feeling that makes the skin feel sticky.

The extreme heat distorted the air, turning the entire world into a rippled pond, blurry and twisted.

High in the blazing sky, Lou Guanxue's skin was taut. She seemed to have lost all ability to resist. Her usually calm eyes welled up with tears, turning into a trembling confusion.

She is a powerful spiritual practitioner.

This so-called high temperature was like a gentle breeze to her.

But at this time,

Lou Guanxue felt unbearably hot all over, as if a fierce flame was burning from the depths of her spine, spreading along her delicate body and burning into her mind.

It even made her forget that there were enemies in front of her, and that this was a time for fighting.

Her clear and serene eyes were like the waves of a lake.

But amidst the shimmering lake, Lou Guanxue's consciousness seemed to transcend time and space, returning to the distant past, to the era of the ancient heavens.

The Daoist temple of the Yuanshi Daluo Sect is magnificent and vast, residing in the heavens.

There are celestial palaces and towering pavilions, towering mountains, thousands of waterfalls, and ancient ice.

The snow was falling heavily, and everything was covered in a blanket of white.

A young girl of sixteen or seventeen stood in the snow, holding the Listening to Rain Sword.

Regardless of spring, summer, autumn, or winter, regardless of the changing seasons, regardless of whether it's a downpour or a cold wind.

Every year, every month, every hour, she gritted her teeth and wielded her sword in that vast and boundless training ground.

After swinging her sword ten thousand times in a row, the intense fatigue made her sway unsteadily.

In this icy and snowy world, her beautiful white dress, soaked with her fragrant sweat, clung tightly to her curvaceous body.

She was no longer that skinny little girl; her exquisite and graceful body, like the undulating mountains and rivers, drew curves that stirred the heart and soul.

Lou Guanxue sheathed her sword and glanced at the pavilion not far away, gazing longingly at the man in the pavilion who wore a black robe and a bronze mask.

Lou Guanxue sheathed her longsword, bowed respectfully, and asked, "Master, what do you think of Guanxue's sword?"

The man had his back to her, as if he were also turning his back to all living beings.

He didn't look behind him, but Lou Guanxue knew that nothing in this world could escape his master's notice.

"Your sword is dishonest!"

"You're not paying attention to the sword in your hand; you're paying attention to me standing here."

The man's voice was indifferent and ethereal, like the heavens high above, a celestial sound that one could never forget once heard.

Lou Guanxue pursed her red lips, bent over, and a few strands of her hair fell loose, making her chest appear even more shapely: "Please teach me, Master!"

The man finally turned around and walked over unhurriedly.

His footsteps left trails in the snow as he slowly approached Lou Guanxue from behind.

then,

His body pressed close to her delicate form, the two of them entwined together without a single gap, as if they were born to be this way.

He grasped Lou Guanxue's fair wrist, using her hand as his sword.

The atmosphere was anything but romantic, but Lou Guanxue could clearly hear her heart pounding violently, as if it were about to leap out of her throat.

"Concentrate!"

A casual remark brought Lou Guanxue back to her senses.

She temporarily forgot everything, feeling the reassuring large hand on her wrist, and also feeling the unparalleled sword intent emanating from it!

Lou Guanxue heard the sound of a sword ringing out.

That wasn’t the Listening Rain Sword in my hand, but the sound of swords from all over the world, from all directions, from ancient times to the present!

She seemed to see countless swords resounding, kneeling, leaping, and cheering from the sword intent passed down by her master.

She saw all the sword cultivators of the past, present, and future; they were overwhelmed with excitement, and they knelt and bowed their heads in worship.

I see that all the sword immortals under heaven bow down in submission!

At that moment, Lou Guanxue truly experienced the level of swordsmanship this was.

I don't know when,

The man removed his hand from hers, stood a few meters away, and asked calmly, "Do you understand now?"

"This disciple... doesn't quite understand."

"If your heart is not sincere, your sword will not be sincere either."

"Please punish me, Master!"

"Stretch out your hand."

Lou Guanxue stretched out her long, slender hand, which was holding the long sword.

"Snapped!"

A wooden board slammed down, leaving her palms bright red.

She dared not use her magic to resist, feeling the sharp stinging sensation in her palm.

"not enough."

The man shook his head.

Lou Guanxue silently withdrew her right hand and extended her left hand again.

"It's still not enough."

The man said indifferently, "...Kneel down."

Lou Guanxue did not hesitate or resist at all; her knees buckled, and she knelt down in the vast snow.

"Stick your butt out."

She hesitated for a moment, then buried her face in the snow in embarrassment, making an embarrassing scratching motion.

His head was tilted high, and his breathing was disordered.

"Snapped!"

Another wooden board slammed down, making Lou Guanxue shudder.

Pain and shame struck her like lightning, stimulating every acupoint in her body, making her skin flush pink, causing her to clench her teeth, and making her eyes glaze over.

But amidst that pain and shame, perhaps it was just a misperception, a barely concealed excitement welled up deep within Lou Guanxue's heart.

From then on, she never thought about anything else when practicing swordsmanship, connecting her sincere sword heart with the immortal sword in her hand.

But occasionally, she would lose focus while practicing swordsmanship.

She would take the initiative to apologize to her master and let him punish her.

She would kneel on the ground and let her master beat her.

Gradually, those behaviors became habits, an unspoken secret between her and her master.

In a daze, the memories of the ancient heavens vanished, and Lou Guanxue returned to the present.

She felt the warmth of the hand pressing against her back, and looked at the large hand holding her fair wrist. Her heart began to pound uncontrollably again, and she was in turmoil once more.

"Your sword has become dishonest again."

A calm, deep voice came from behind Lou Guanxue, and the hot breath lingered on her crystal-clear earlobe, causing goosebumps to rise on the fairy's fair skin for no reason.

Lou Guanxue clenched her teeth tightly and whispered, "Please punish me, Master!"

Qin Zijun chuckled: "Now is not the time to punish you. I'll punish you after this is all over."

"Now, properly comprehend this sword intent!"

Lou Guanxue composed herself.

This ancient celestial empress, the first fairy to be called "the number one sword immortal in the world," felt her heart stirred.

She sensed an unusual sword intent, an intent that would still shock her even when she was in the Taiqing Realm, wielding the "Supreme Dao Weapon".

That sword strike did not cut any physical object; it cut the laws of heaven and earth, the secrets of nothingness, and the supreme Dao!

not far away,

Jiang Zhi immediately saw the figure appear behind Lou Guanxue, and saw that the figure was pressed tightly against Lou Guanxue's back, leaving almost no gap between them.

Jiang Zhi also saw the true face of that figure at first glance.

A little monk?!

The Empress could never be mistaken; that was the very little monk she had longed for day and night, waited ten thousand years for, and finally found in the miracle of her second life—her own little monk.

When she saw Qin Zijun leaning against Lou Guanxue's back, her expression immediately changed, and she was about to rush over.

Jiang Zhi wasn't concerned about the ambiguous relationship between Qin Zijun and Lou Guanxue at this moment, but rather that Lou Guanxue, under pressure, would unleash her sword energy and kill her little monk on the spot.

As the world's top swordsman, Lou Guanxue is a sword in himself.

Every acupoint, every inch of her skin, every strand of her hair is a sharp sword, a sword capable of cutting through anything.

Jiang Zhi was anxious to help her little monk, in case he was hurt by Lou Guanxue.

But what happened the next moment abruptly stopped Jiang Zhi from doing anything.

Lou Guanxue did not react with shame and anger, nor did she attack her young monk.

Instead, Lou Guanxue's delicate body went limp. Being held like this by Qin Zijun, she not only offered no resistance, but even…

Jiang Zhi even noticed that Lou Guanxue subconsciously leaned back, as if he was deliberately letting her lie in his arms.

Shameless! Utterly shameless!

Lou Guanxue wasn't angry; instead, it fueled Jiang Zhi's rage.

It was at this moment that she realized something was wrong.

Why was her little monk able to appear so silently?

Why didn't even she, who had obtained the destiny of the Chinese nation and was one of the strongest in the world, discover this?

Lou Guanxue's unexpected actions caused countless thoughts to flash through Jiang Zhi's mind.

This also made her stop her actions and coldly observe everything that was happening.

Immediately,

An astonishing sword intent erupted from Lou Guanxue's body.

That sword intent pierced the sky, shattering all existing laws, seemingly capable of even slaying the Great Dao.

Jiang Zhi felt a chill run down her spine as an immense sense of fear rose within her. She was terrified by the incomprehensible sword intent, a terrifying sword capable of killing even her.

This is definitely not Lou Guanxue's sword intent.

If she possessed such sword intent, she would have used it against that ancient god long ago; why wait until now?

Jiang Zhi stared intently at the hand that was gripping Lou Guanxue's wrist.

At this moment, she was no longer even paying attention to the ancient god. Her gaze, as deep as a cold pool, incredulously followed the arm and landed on the face of the little monk she had been longing for.

What terrified Jiang Zhi even more than the sword intent was the 'reincarnation' it was pointing to.

This powerful deity, who held the reincarnation of life and death in the ancient times, also felt the approach of death.

He was so familiar with that sword energy.

Because in the ancient times, He was killed by this sword energy, which destroyed His cycle of reincarnation!

"It's you! How could it be you!"

Why are you here!

"The Primordial Great Luo Heaven!"

'Reincarnation' had bloodshot eyes, and its mournful cry was almost tearing its throat apart.

Even before the sword energy reached him, he was already gripped by extreme fear, his liver and gallbladder trembling, his consciousness collapsing.

"Don't kill me!"

"Don't kill me!"

"I am willing to submit, I am willing to acknowledge you as my master."

"Please don't kill me!"

Having finally been reborn, He didn't want to die; He wanted to live a good life.

He no longer wanted to be the Heavenly Emperor, nor did he want to seize power from the various states; he simply wanted to live a good life.

until this time,

This ancient deity was powerful in the ancient times, second only to the Heavenly Emperor. He truly felt that being alive was better than anything else.

But his pleas for mercy did not elicit any pity from Qin Zijun.

Qin Zijun grasped Lou Guanxue's fair wrist, feeling the smoothness of the sword fairy's skin. Without saying a word, he raised the "Listening to the Rain Sword" high.

One sword strike, and it falls!

There was nothing earth-shattering, nothing powerful enough to tear the sky and the earth apart with sword energy.

There was nothing awe-inspiring about it as the sword light soared into the sky.

It was just a very simple sword strike.

But that sword strike transcended distance, time and space, and the barrier between illusion and reality, striking the Great Dao, the primordial chaos at the beginning of time.

That mysterious sword energy pierced into Buddhist beliefs, striking at the concept of "reincarnation."

Seeing that his pleas for mercy were useless, "Reincarnation" hardened his heart. He roared loudly, his physical body collapsed, and he gathered all his essence and spirit into the true spirit hiding in the Buddhist faith.

He dared not confront that "Heaven" head-on; all He could do was flee, trying to get his true spirit out as much as possible. As long as his true spirit remained, he had a chance to survive.

After that, He will definitely hide away obediently and never show His face again!

There are nearly eight billion people on Earth.

There are over 700 million Buddhist believers, whether they have deep or superficial faith.

The true spirit of 'reincarnation' lies hidden in the faith of those seven hundred million people; this is His foundation and the source of His courage to come alone to all the Chinese lands.

He frantically fled and hid among the faith of 700 million people.

But that faint sword energy, like a maggot clinging to a bone, could not be escaped no matter how it tried to flee.

His true spiritual energy had been completely locked, because the sword energy was not aimed at Him, but at the concept of 'reincarnation'.

"No!!!"

In despair, "Reincarnation" let out its final scream.

In an instant,

Hundreds of millions of Buddhist believers worldwide felt a jolt in their consciousness, as if something had disappeared.

At the same time, all the temples in China that were experiencing the "Buddhist turmoil" fell silent.

Those "resurrected" Buddha statues have once again become ordinary statues.

In Siam, a famous temple in Southeast Asia, all the Buddha statues have lost their gold color.

Under the horrified gaze of many local monks, the Buddha statue's head was severed horizontally and fell to the ground with a crash.

The ancient deity "reincarnation" borrows the Buddhist concept of "Nirvana and reincarnation" to try and substitute one thing for another.

He succeeded. He stole the Buddhist faith and made himself immortal. As long as the concept of "reincarnation" exists and the Buddhist faith exists, he will not perish.

But He also failed, because He was facing the "Primordial Great Luo Heaven," who could cut through reincarnation with a single sword stroke as easily as taking something out of a bag; He was truly not worth a laugh.

After killing "Reincarnation", Qin Zijun released Lou Guanxue's wrist.

He took two steps back in mid-air, separating himself from her completely.

Lou Guanxue felt a sudden pang of disappointment for no apparent reason.

She turned around abruptly and finally saw her beloved master, finally saw his face.

……

In August, the weather in the suburbs of the capital was hot.

On the edge of the village, which had become a deep pit, Qin Zijun stood under the shade of a tree.

The distant garrison remained silent; they were unaware of what had transpired and were simply waiting for the outcome.

Lou Guanxue stood a meter in front of Qin Zijun, looking at her with curiosity, her eyes flashing with surprise and excitement.

In Lou Guanxue's memory, her master always wore a black robe and a bronze mask.

She had been by her master's side for thousands of years, but had never seen his real face and never knew what he looked like.

But now, she saw her master's true face, a face she knew all too well.

He is Qin Zijun, the husband of the Empress of Great Yan!

As a reincarnation of the Taiqing Realm and a disciple of the Yuanshi Daluo Sect, he also cooperated with the government.

Lou Guanxue knew everything about the Empress of Great Yan and her husband, Qin Zijun.

She had also seen Qin Zijun's photos on the tablet.

Therefore, although she had never met Qin Zijun in real life, she recognized him at a glance.

Countless doubts and thoughts arose in Lou Guanxue's mind.

Jiang Zhi, who stood silently beside the two, also had countless things to say.

Lou Guanxue was certain that Qin Zijun in front of her was her master, the founder of the Yuanshi Daluo Sect, the lofty "Heaven".

His tone of voice, his unparalleled strength that could suppress all ages and was invincible in the world, were all absolutely genuine.

As a disciple who has followed his master for thousands of years, how could Lou Guanxue possibly mistake his master?

"You have many questions to ask."

Qin Zijun was being stared at by two peerless beauties, one of whom was the supreme empress who had dominated the world and established a celestial dynasty.

One is a fairy with astonishing sword intent, who was once known as the "Number One Sword Immortal in the World" in the ancient times.

Faced with their scrutinizing, curious, or moved gazes, Qin Zijun remained calm and composed, without a ripple in her heart.

"Yes, disciple has many questions for master."

Lou Guanxue's clear eyes shone brightly. This aloof and independent sword fairy could not hide her excitement, nor did she want to.

Instead, Jiang Zhi remained silent. Her jade-like hands were pale, and she tightly gripped her sleeves, as if she could not reconcile her little monk with the legendary figure of the "Primordial Great Luo Heaven".

Her mind was racing, exploring every possibility.

Lou Guanxue glanced at Jiang Zhi out of the corner of her eye, and seeing that she remained silent, she eagerly asked, "Master has also been reincarnated?"

"I'm standing right here, doesn't that prove I've been reincarnated? Guanxue, you always ask such obvious questions."

Faced with Qin Zijun's question, Lou Guanxue was not annoyed, but became even more curious: "Has Master been reincarnated from 'Qin Zijun'?"

In her mind, Qin Zijun was a second reincarnation, her consciousness and true spirit revived in someone else.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Zhi stared intently at him.

What she feared most was that this "Primordial Great Luo Heaven" had been resurrected from her little monk!

Qin Zijun chuckled lightly: "No, I am just like you, a reincarnation of a physical body, or more accurately, a return."

"Guanxue, you have been by my side for thousands of years. You only know that people call me 'Yuanshi Daluotian' and call me by my Taoist name 'Donghuang Taiyi'."

"But I have never told you that my name is Qin Zijun."

Lou Guanxue's eyes brightened even more. Suppressing her excitement, she asked softly, "Is this your true face, Master?"

"That's right, it's also the true face behind that bronze mask that you've never seen before."

"Master, you are so handsome."

"I know I'm good-looking, so you can say things I don't know."

"This... everything Guanxue knows, Master knows too. Perhaps Guanxue can tell Master about my life in the Yuanshi Daluo Sect after Master left."

Lou Guanxue lowered her head, her tone filled with apprehension at the prospect of rejection.

She wondered if her master would be curious about her future life.

But she really wanted to tell her master about her future life and what it would be like.

She wanted her master to know more about her.

Qin Zijun nodded slightly, her tone softening: "If you have time, you can tell me about it."

"But before that, I should punish you, Guanxue, for you have made many mistakes."

"I have personally taught you all these years, but you still haven't fully grasped the 'one view' of swordsmanship."

"I've taught you for so many years, yet you still suffered a loss at the hands of my defeated opponent. I'm very disappointed."

Lou Guanxue's butterfly-like eyelashes fluttered rapidly a few times, and she asked hesitantly, "Is Master going to punish me here?"

As she spoke, she glanced at Jiang Zhi beside her.

Lou Guanxue was extremely excited; her heart was pounding, and her boiling blood almost burned her.

She was not afraid of Qin Zijun's punishment; in fact, she quite looked forward to it.

Is Master going to spank me again?

Master looks so young. If he spanks my butt like this, won't it create some kind of ambiguous relationship between a man and a woman?

Will Master take off my skirt and spank me?

Thinking of that scene, Lou Guanxue suddenly felt her legs go weak, as if she were a noodle pulled from the water and could hardly stand.

She was willing to be punished by her master, but she didn't want to be punished in front of Jiang Zhi.

Deep down, she harbored a hidden resistance and dislike towards Jiang Zhi.

"I'll punish you when we get back."

Qin Zijun was still willing to give her apprentice some face for the time being.

"go back?"

"Didn't you rebuild the Primordial Great Luo Sect in this era? As the founder of the sect, can't I go and take a look?"

Lou Guanxue was overjoyed.

A smile played on her lips, like a gentle rain after a mountain retreat, her demeanor ethereal and graceful. She exclaimed joyfully, "It is an honor for this disciple that Master is willing to go to the sect."

Qin Zijun then looked at Jiang Zhi and sighed softly, "Miss Jiang, please come along too."

"I know you have many questions for me, and I can answer them all for you."

Jiang Zhi nodded gently, then gripped her sleeve tightly and suddenly asked, "Are you... still a little monk?"

Qin Zijun smiled and said, "I will always be Miss Jiang's little monk, and I will never forget the time when Miss Jiang and I met and pledged our love at the Kongxiang Temple in Yan Kingdom."

"And I will never forget Miss Jiang's stunning phoenix coronet and wedding gown."

Jiang Zhi's heart, which had been in turmoil, finally calmed down after hearing those words.

Her eyes, as deep and cold as a thousand-year-old pool, suddenly turned to Lou Guanxue.

Lou Guanxue's heart tightened, and she forced a smile, "Does Your Majesty have something to say?"

Jiang Zhi said in a calm tone, "Lou Guanxue, you're not even willing to call me 'Master's Wife'."

The smile on Lou Guanxue's lips gradually disappeared, and the ethereal and gentle look in her eyes transformed into a terrifying sword intent.

He stared at Jiang Zhi with cold indifference, his hand even gripping the hilt of the Listening Rain Sword.