When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

Chu Xianlan opened her eyes, and the dazzling sunlight fell down, warmly covering her face.

He smelled the scent of spiritual plants mixed with soil and realized he was lying in a grassy field, the soft grass blades brushing against his cheeks, tickling him.

Chu Xianlan stood up and looked around.

Master is not here.

The master-disciple contract had no effect, as if it didn't exist within the body.

Several spirits of heaven and earth were also absent.

Looking around, the blue sky, green grass, and long white walls stretching as far as the eye can see, with a few weeping willows planted along the sides... these scenes seem familiar...

"Tsk tsk tsk, finally decided to wake up?"

A spirited female voice came from above, startling Chu Xianlan. She looked up and saw a person sitting on the willow tree behind her.

The girl's cultivation level was around the late Golden Core stage. She was dressed in dark blue clothes, sitting casually with her left leg bent and placed on a tree branch, while the other leg swung around casually. As she spoke, she focused on wiping the long sword she was holding in her arms.

Because of the backlighting, Chu Xianlan couldn't see the girl's face clearly, but the next second, she jumped down from the tree, stretched, and yawned repeatedly:

"Hey, not just you, I'm getting sleepy too. I wonder when the Crown Prince's family will finish counting the betrothal gifts... How about we go join the fun?"

Crown Prince? Dowry?

Chu Xianlan's heart was in turmoil, and she was still slowly processing the information in the girl's words when the girl grabbed her wrist and forcibly pulled her onto the flying sword. The scenery around them changed rapidly, and Chu Xianlan slowly opened her eyes wide. Where was she?

Imperial City!

To be precise, the layout of the imperial city was slightly different from what he remembered. The colors of the palace walls and pavilions were different, and the decorations did not seem as magnificent.

Once outside the East Palace, the girl jumped off her flying sword, turned back to him, and grinned. "Let's go, you go first. We're always slacking off; we'll get a scolding later."

Only now did Chu Xianlan finally see her face clearly.

I was almost dumbfounded when I saw it.

"...Grandmaster!?"

Oh, oh, oh...?

Those delicate and familiar eyebrows and eyes, those few freckles on the tip of the nose... who else could it be but the Moon-Pointing Immortal!?

Although in Chu Xianlan's memory, her grandmaster usually appeared as a young woman, the girl in front of her was obviously even younger, only about seventeen or eighteen years old.

He noticed that his master's left eyebrow, which should have been severed, was clean and intact, and there was no scar yet.

"What the hell?"

The girl looked completely bewildered, touching the tip of her nose. "Was I really still half asleep? What did you call me?"

Looking at this innocent and naive version of her patriarch, Chu Xianlan took a deep breath, her mind racing like a whirlwind.

So, the Earth Spirit played the Frost Heaven Lyre from a thousand years ago, and he was sent to the imperial city a thousand years ago? And he even encountered the young Master Pointing at the Moon?

Who am I? Where am I? Why does this grandmaster seem to know him so well?

Chu Xianlan was completely dumbfounded.

...Is it true that I addressed my grandmaster as my sister and brother?

So exciting.

Two tall and imposing palace guards passed by and turned to Master Zhiyue with a teasing smile, saying, "Ah Yue, how can you be the eldest sister? You're making Xianlan slack off again. Don't take advantage of His Highness the Crown Prince's indulgence to act recklessly."

"Cough cough cough How could that be? Don't talk nonsense."

Ah Yue, also known as Zhi Yue Zhenren, coughed guiltily, his eyes darting around as if he were admiring the scenery.

The palace guard found it amusing to tease her, so he made a few more jokes, and the atmosphere became harmonious and pleasant.

Chu Xianlan vaguely heard their conversation, only to realize that he couldn't see the faces of the two guards clearly—he turned around and looked around, and apart from Zhiyue Zhenren, everyone's face was completely blurred.

Could it be that everything before our eyes is a memory illusion preserved in the Frost Lyre?

Chu Xianlan touched his face, confirming that his appearance was correct. He guessed that the Earth Spirit might have arranged an identity for him that would allow him to fully integrate into this memory, making him feel like a local and joining the conversation under his real name.

Because in this memory, he only knew his grandmaster, so he could only see his grandmaster's face.

This is the imperial city from a thousand years ago, and he and the True Man of Pointing at the Moon are actually the personal guards of the current crown prince.

Currently, the chaos of the half-demon race has not yet occurred, and the human and demon races are in a period of truce.

The Southern Cang Continent and the Northern Ming Realm have been enemies for many years. The relationship between the two races is complicated, and countless battles have led to widespread suffering.

The current truce is a rare period of peace in the entire cultivation world. In order to continue this hard-won peace, the human race took the initiative to propose a marriage alliance with the demon race.

The human prince marries the daughter of the demon king.

They formed alliances through marriage, merged bloodlines, and produced offspring, hoping for a future where they would no longer fight each other.

After all, half-demons at this time were not universally hated; they possessed exceptional talent, were highly regarded in the cultivation world, and held extremely high status.

Therefore, when rumors of a possible marriage alliance spread, everyone in the cultivation world was filled with anticipation—

What kind of gifted half-demon will be born from the combination of the blood of the Human Emperor and the blood of the Demon Emperor?

As A-Yue walked forward, she said, "Although that's what they say, the marriage alliance is still far from being finalized. His Highness the Crown Prince took the initiative to visit the Northern Underworld to express his sincerity and give the demon race a way out by arranging the marriage first. After all, we humans should appear more generous and not so barbaric."

Chu Xianlan asked in disbelief, "Who is the Crown Prince's bride for the political marriage?"

When A-Yue mentioned this, she was speechless and rolled her eyes. "I don't know."

"have no idea?"

"Demons have a natural instinct to reproduce, and the Demon King is a womanizer. He has so many children that they could circle the cultivation world three times over. He said that His Highness the Crown Prince can choose for himself."

Chu Xianlan thought to herself: As expected, her grandmaster is still the same grandmaster, always talking without thinking.

Chu Xianlan gradually had a strange feeling. She never expected to learn about her master's past in this way, nor did she ever think that the carefree and unrestrained Zhiyue Zhenren had once had a connection with the Southern Cang royal family.

"In short, our trip to the Northern Underworld is also to see for ourselves what kind of person the future Crown Princess will be." As she spoke, A-Yue led Chu Xianlan into the Crown Prince's bedroom.

The two stopped in front of a beaded curtain. In order to blend into the illusion, Chu Xianlan also imitated A Yue's movements and bowed.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince."

"Oh, it's you. Come in quickly."

Chu Xianlan originally thought that the Crown Prince would scold them for arriving too late, but to her surprise, the other party's tone was light and gentle, without any hint of blame, and it was clear that he was an extremely easy person to get along with.

The hall was filled with a misty, ethereal atmosphere, and the faint scent of sandalwood incense filled the air. Chu Xianlan looked up and saw a figure dressed in a light yellow robe sitting at a table, carefully flipping through a book in his hand, as if he cherished it dearly.

Sigh. As expected, I still can't see the face clearly.

Chu Xianlan didn't know what the Crown Prince looked like, so she deduced from his figure what he looked like a handsome young man.

Royal children are never too bad.