Chapter 668 Tianyi Sect

Underworld.

At the moment when thunder exploded in the clear night in the capital of Liang State, Bai Fengdu, who was standing by the Wangchuan River, suddenly raised his head, looked at the sky for a moment, then raised his hand and waved several windows around him.

"What was that just now?" she whispered to herself.

"Why does it feel... so familiar?"

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Regent's Palace.

Yun Qingqing lay on her side next to Xiao Changheng, supporting her cheek with one arm. She reached out to tuck the corner of the quilt for him and brushed away a strand of messy hair from his forehead.

"I'm going to be away for a few days," she said softly. "I got a clue in Changliu Mountain before. There's a small sect in the southwest called Tianyi Sect. It might have been invaded by evil cultivators. I have to go check it out."

She was brief but made the important information clear.

Xiao Changheng was stunned for a moment and remained silent:

"Is there any danger?"

Yun Qingqing smiled faintly:

"It's the same as every time. I can't say there's no danger at all, but... don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Xiao Changheng sighed, stretched out his hand and held her in his arms, his voice a little muffled:

"I want to go with you."

Yun Qingqing understood, patted his arm gently, and said softly:

"The political situation is not stable yet. You won't feel at ease even if you really go with me."

"Don't worry, I'll be back in a few days at most. Nothing will happen."

Xiao Changheng uttered a dull "hmm" and sighed softly:

"If I had some skills, I could help you share some of the burden..."

Yun Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly propped herself up and looked at him, her eyes slightly widened.

Xiao Changheng paused, suddenly remembered something, stared at her hurriedly and said:

"But you are not allowed to use the Phoenix Feather! Otherwise..."

Yun Qingqing interrupted him with a look of shock:

"Wait... your root bone... seems to have... grown a little on its own?!"

Xiao Changheng:……?

He looked at Yun Qingqing with a confused look on his face, opened his mouth but didn't know where to start.

He had learned some things about root bones from the ancient books in the Seven Stars Hall, and later he gained more knowledge from his master in the Shuihua Sect, so he knew everything he needed to know.

The constitution of human beings is something that is determined at birth and will not change throughout one's life unless there is external interference.

A bad thing will not get better on its own, and a good thing will not deteriorate on its own. And if there is no root bone, there is absolutely no way it can grow on its own, let alone grow only a little bit.

Not to mention him, Yun Qingqing herself felt that what he said was strange, but she couldn't find any other description.

Because just now when Xiao Changheng mentioned the matter of cultivation, Yun Qingqing subconsciously observed his roots.

It was originally just a casual action without any hope, but I actually sensed the existence of the root bone.

However, this bone is by no means complete, let alone good or bad.

But it is definitely different from the incomplete bones...

If I have to put it bluntly, it's the kind that has never been seen before, like a small bud that has just emerged, insignificant, but one can be sure at a glance that it will grow.

As to whether it is grass, flower or towering tree, it is hard to say.

In Yun Qingqing's opinion, this is the condition of Xiao Changheng.

Yun Qingqing was shocked and had a headache. She had already planned to use the Phoenix Feather to build his bones, giving him the best in one go.

But if he grew this inexplicable bone on his own, and if the quality was not good, it might not be possible to adjust it again.

Xiao Changheng himself did not have these concerns. After coming to his senses, he suddenly felt a little excited:

"So, can I practice now?"

Yun Qingqing pondered for a moment, and a bright white light flashed at her fingertips, gently tapping his brow.

Xiao Changheng only felt a cool feeling spreading from his eyebrows. Suddenly, obscure words and patterns appeared in his mind, but he could inexplicably understand their meaning.

He seemed to be thinking about something.

"This is the introductory method of drawing Qi into the body," Yun Qingqing took back her hand, looking serious, "First, try to sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and draw Qi into the body, but only for two hours a day, don't be greedy."

Xiao Changheng closed his eyes subconsciously and vaguely sensed tiny spots of light floating around him, flickering like fireflies.

"I seem to..." He suddenly opened his eyes, and his usually calm voice rarely showed a slight fluctuation, "I can see some points of light... Is that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth?"

Yun Qingqing's heart skipped a beat—this reaction was faster than she had expected.

It was obvious that this person was not meditating or concentrating, but he was able to sense the spiritual energy just by closing his eyes.

Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. Xiao Changheng should have had excellent bones, but for unknown reasons, they were stripped away in a certain life.

She nodded and said cautiously:

"That is the manifestation of spiritual energy, which shows that you have a good perception of spiritual energy. But remember not to practice for too long every day, otherwise your meridians will not be able to bear it."

Yun Qingqing paused, her fingertips unconsciously clenching his sleeves:

"Whether there is any progress or not, wait until I come back to talk about it."

Xiao Changheng stared at her tense face, and his brows softened a little:

"Qingqing, are you worried about your husband?"

Yun Qingqing stared at his face in a daze, and her heart suddenly softened, as if a stone had fallen to the ground.

Maybe it was because the previously suppressed emotions were vented, or maybe his bones were inexplicably improved. It was good news anyway. At least Xiao Changheng looked like he had recovered his spirit and was finally back to normal.

Yun Qingqing pursed her lips and nodded slightly:

"I've never seen a situation like yours before. I'm afraid that..."

"No chance of that happening." Xiao Changheng suddenly grabbed her wrist and gently rubbed her palm with his thumb. "I will do as you say."

The moonlight shines through the gauze curtain, illuminating the hidden worry in his eyes clearly:

"But you have to promise me that you will come back safely."

The sound of the midnight gong came from outside the window. Yun Qingqing looked at the two people's clasped hands and nodded slightly.

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When it was getting light, Yun Qingqing slowly opened her eyes and looked at the man under her in a daze.

Ever since the night they became husband and wife, Yun Qingqing found that she always seemed to mistake him for...a bed in her dreams?

And it seemed that this always made her sleep particularly soundly and sweetly.

Is this reasonable?

But what Yun Qingqing was stunned about right now was not this matter, but... her consciousness had just returned from the jade tree on the cliff.

With the strength of her spiritual sense, it was impossible for her to be wrong. What just happened was definitely not a dream. Instead, without using the magic of searching the soul, her spiritual sense had unknowingly entered the bottom of his consciousness and went to the side of the tree.

Yun Qingqing didn't know what to feel. After being stunned for a while, she gently moved to the bed next to him, tucked the quilt in for him, looked at his sleeping face, and gently stroked his face.

Last night, after obtaining consent, she cast a spell on Xiao Changheng to help him sleep peacefully, so he could at least sleep soundly for an hour.

Yun Qingqing gazed at his face tenderly, then slowly moved forward and kissed him between the eyebrows.

"Husband...wait for me to come back."

She whispered something, stood up, and left quietly.

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After the great battle in the palace, Yun Qingqing's spiritual power was exhausted to the point of almost falling into degeneration. Later, after going to the Seven Star Palace to use the Xuanyuan Tower to replenish her spiritual power, her Qi Sea was only filled by 10%.

Fortunately, she was the only one traveling this time, and there were spare magic talismans in the space, so she didn't need to consume a lot of spiritual power to activate the magic formation.

Yun Qingqing pinched out a magical talisman and was about to activate it when she suddenly stopped, looked in the direction of the palace gate for a moment, and then flashed from the inner courtyard to the door.

The concierge was talking to someone at the Tianmen Gate.

Yun Qingqing walked over, asked the doorman to step back, and looked at the old Taoist with a long beard standing outside the door.

"You haven't returned to Changliu Mountain yet?"

Feng Yin looked at her for a moment with a complicated expression. Seeing that her expression seemed no different from usual, he breathed a sigh of relief and stroked his beard subconsciously.

"Um... let me see if there's anything else you need my help with?"

"And... the Regent, did he not make things difficult for you?"

Yun Qingqing subconsciously looked back, shook her head slightly, and said in a gentle voice:

"It's okay now, don't worry...thank you."

Feng Yin was completely relieved this time and let out a long sigh:

"That's good!"

Yun Qingqing nodded and was about to say goodbye to him and leave, but he stopped her again.

"Senior Yun... that..."

Yun Qingqing looked at his expression, understood, and asked:

"What do you want to talk to me about?"

Feng Yin scratched his nose and coughed lightly:

"Actually, I received a message from Master yesterday, saying that a disciple found a seriously injured Xuanmen cultivator near the mountain gate. That person said that something happened in the sect, and it seemed to be done by... a ghost cultivator."

Yun Qingqing looked stern, frowned and said:

"It's not hard to identify ghost cultivators. What do you mean by 'seemingly'?"

Feng Yin said helplessly:

"It was because the man was seriously injured and passed out before he could speak clearly."

"Master also feels that although this person didn't say everything, the situation is somewhat similar to what we encountered last time in Changliu Mountain, so... could you trouble Senior Yun to go there?"

Yun Qingqing realized that the ghost cultivator in Changliu Mountain was a complete heretic who had already cultivated the Yin Dharma. If there was another one, those old Taoists would definitely find it difficult to deal with him, so they came to her for help again.

She thought for a moment and asked:

"Did the Xuanmen disciple who was rescued tell me which sect he was from?"

Feng Yin nodded:

"Yes! It's called Tianyi Sect!"

Yun Qingqing was stunned for a moment, raised her hand and pinched her fingers, her face suddenly changed slightly, and she said quickly:

"Send a message back immediately and have the sect master go to the secret realm to inform Ji Yu to be on the alert. With the spirit beasts from the Valley of Exotic Beasts guarding it, Changliu Mountain will be fine."

Feng Yin was startled and immediately took out a communication talisman and quickly sent the message out.

"It's done. Then Senior Yun, when are we leaving?"

"Right away." Yun Qingqing said calmly, "But not to Changliu Mountain. Come with me to Tianyi Sect now to see what happened."