Chapter 668 Tianyi Sect

Underworld.

At the moment when thunder exploded in the capital of Liang on a clear night, 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 a while ago. 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 for a moment:

"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 grumbled, "Hmm," and sighed softly:

"If I had some cultivation experience, 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's expression froze, and he suddenly remembered something. He 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 physique from the ancient books in the Seven Stars Hall, and later gained some more knowledge from his master in the Shuihua Sect, so he knew everything he needed to know.

Bones and bones are something that people are born with and are determined from childhood. Without external interference, they will not change throughout their lives.

A bad thing will not get better on its own, and a good thing will not deteriorate on its own. If you don’t have the basic roots, there is no way that it will grow on its own, let alone just grow a little bit.

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

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

It was originally just a casual action without any hope, but unexpectedly 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 had to put it bluntly, it was something that had never happened before, like a tiny bud that had just emerged, insignificant, but one could tell at a glance that it would grow.

As to whether it is grass, flowers or towering trees, it is hard to say.

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

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

But if he grows this inexplicable bone on his own, and the quality is not good, it may 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 bit of anticipation:

"So, can I practice now?"

Yun Qingqing pondered for a moment, and a bright white light flashed on 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 lost in thought.

"This is the introductory technique for drawing Qi into your body," Yun Qingqing withdrew her hand, her expression serious. "First, try to sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and try to draw Qi into your body, but only for two hours a day. Don't try for more than that."

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

"I seem to..." He suddenly opened his eyes, his usually calm voice taking on a rare ripple. "I can see some bright spots... Is that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth?"

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

This person was clearly not meditating or concentrating, but he was able to sense the spiritual energy just by closing his eyes.

After thinking about it carefully, it seems reasonable. Xiao Changheng should have had excellent bones, but for some unknown reason, they were stripped away in a certain life.

She nodded and said cautiously:

"That's a manifestation of spiritual energy manifesting, indicating that you have a good sense of spiritual energy. But remember not to practice for too long every day, otherwise your meridians will not be able to withstand it."

Yun Qingqing paused, her fingertips unconsciously clenching his cuffs:

"Whether there's any progress or not, wait until I get back to tell you."

Xiao Changheng stared at her tense profile, his brows suddenly softening a bit:

"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 it was because his bones were inexplicably born. It was good news anyway. At least Xiao Changheng looked like he had recovered his spirits and was finally back to normal.

Yun Qingqing pursed her lips and nodded slightly:

"I've never seen your situation before. I'm afraid that..."

"Nothing will happen." Xiao Changheng suddenly grabbed her wrist, his thumb gently rubbing her palm. "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 clappers came from outside the window. Yun Qingqing looked at their clasped hands and nodded slightly.

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When the sky 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. That was definitely not a dream. Instead, without using the soul-searching technique, 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 a few words, 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, only 10% of her Qi Sea was filled.

Fortunately, she was traveling alone this time, and there was a spare magic talisman 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 doorman 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 subconsciously stroked his beard.

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

"And... the Regent, he didn't give you any trouble, did he?"

Yun Qingqing subconsciously looked back, shook her head slightly, and said softly:

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

Feng Yin was completely relieved this time and breathed a long sigh of relief:

"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 to the sect, and it seemed to be... the work of a ghost cultivator."

Yun Qingqing's expression froze, and she frowned and said:

"Ghost cultivators aren't difficult to identify. What do you mean by 'seem'?"

Feng Yin said helplessly:

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

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

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

She pondered 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 expression 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 Exotic Beast Valley guarding Changliu Mountain, nothing will happen."

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

"It's done. Then, Senior Yun, when do we set off?"

"Right away." Yun Qingqing said calmly, "But we're not going to Changliu Mountain. Come with me to Tianyi Sect and see what's going on."