332 The Rise and Fall of the Royal City (Sixty Years)

At this moment, after bathing in spiritual energy, the two of them were soaked through with water, making their clothes translucent and their faces even more beautiful and charming, with skin as white as jade and delicate as if it could be broken with a touch.

Her long hair cascaded down like a waterfall, exuding a faint fragrance. It was hard to tell whether it was from spiritual energy or something else. Her delicate ears, like two tender flower petals, were tinged with a faint blush; one might mistake them for newly opened peach blossoms, making one want to explore them further.

Her clothes were soaked through, revealing her naturally beautiful figure. She wore a sky-blue bra with delicate ruffles adorning the chest.

Her clothes clung tightly to her body, accentuating her graceful figure. Like a nimble water snake, she moved with effortless freedom.

A warm breath wafted over, and a soft whisper sounded in her ear, 'Shen Lang.' 'Shen Lang.'

The spiritual energy arrived, and now it was no longer a raging torrent, but transformed into a giant yurt, a bed made of spiritual energy—truly luxurious and comfortable.

The yurt was not quiet; it seemed as if a dragon was singing, its voice melodious and lingering. A vermilion bird was also chirping softly, its song lasting for a long time.

The birds chirped in alternating patterns, their calls lasting for a long time, and a fragrant aura wafted around them.

Two hours later, as if a sharp sword had swept across the sky, all sounds were cleared away, and finally, all was quiet.

Curled up like a kitten, with tear stains still on her eyes and a sweet smile on her lips, she finally slept soundly and deeply!

Although I was sweating profusely and without stopping, it was also incredibly exhilarating and satisfying.

At this moment, motionless, time flows quietly.

Half an hour later, in the bamboo forest, the three of them huddled together. The man was dressed in black, with delicate features and a smile on his face, as if he were meditating and cultivating his mind and body.

In this place, there lived a man dressed in blue, with delicate features and a smiling face. He practiced martial arts, meditated, and cultivated his character here.

The beautiful woman, dressed in a loose black gown that peeked through her clothes like a graceful black swan, had eyes that revealed intelligence, shyness, and even more so, a deep longing. She softly murmured, "My clothes are all torn. Now I have nothing to wear. You have to pay for it."

Her long hair, flowing like a waterfall, hung like a silver river cascading from the night sky, resembling meticulously crafted, crystal-clear water droplets. It was unclear whether it was from exhaustion or from the rich spiritual energy of this place.

Her purity and liveliness were on full display. The dragon horns on her head had disappeared at some point.

The mark on his forehead, whether it was the Bluebird or the Vermilion Bird, had also disappeared, as if what he had seen before was just a dream.

He gently pulled her closer, a deliberate smile playing on his lips, and whispered, "Where are the horns and marks on your heads?"

The two were immediately shy and embarrassed. In a short while, the adorable dragon horns and the charming mark reappeared. They were so excited that they couldn't help but reach out and touch them gently. In the blink of an eye, the mark disappeared.

In an instant, the beauty vanished, giggling sweetly. She whispered, "My love, let's go take a look at this purple bamboo grove."

After a moment, he called out again, "Chen Lang, come quickly! The spiritual energy around here is extremely rich, and the land is also filled with spiritual energy. It would be excellent to cultivate spiritual plants here."

Like a roc spreading its wings, it gently flew over. The beautiful woman was on the ground, carefully examining him. He wore loose clothes, had a slender back, and a fair neck.

In an instant, spiritual energy coalesced.

It sways gently in the air, very rhythmically, rocking back and forth.

The dragon horns were faintly visible, and as the hair swayed from side to side, the vermilion mark moved back and forth, making it look lifelike.

An hour later, the exhilarating sword energy, which had been surging through the air, gradually subsided.

Yun Su and the others had a delicious breakfast together, which was a rare treat. Still feeling weak, they leaned back in their recliners and rested for a while.

Bi Yunyan and Xie Huayu, dressed in exquisite brocade dresses with a wisp of long hair casually draped over their shoulders, discussed in hushed tones, while Fanghua listened quietly from the side.

Yunyan said softly, with a hint of worry, "Sister Huayu, most of the wild medicinal herbs in the vicinity have been collected recently. If there are any left, they are in relatively remote areas, places that ordinary herb gatherers dare not venture into."

Common medicinal herbs can be cultivated, but it's difficult for older ones.

Jiehua's eyebrows held a hint of spring, a blush still lingering, yet she felt as if her body was falling apart. "Truly a cow," she nodded softly, "Yes, sister."

Most of the older items in this area have already been acquired, and even some collectibles have been exchanged for other goods. Now, merchants from the surrounding area are also gradually supplying us with goods.

However, the supply will likely decrease significantly soon.

Fanghua listened quietly, unwilling to move, clearly still recovering from her short cultivation session. She whispered, "That's true. I wonder if we could grow some ourselves."

On the other side, Piaomiaoyue, dressed in a magnificent silk robe embroidered with exquisite patterns of gold and silver thread, had her eyes slightly narrowed, as if enjoying the post-meal sunlight. Her long, ink-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, swaying gently. A slight smile played on her lips, as if she were contemplating something, or perhaps simply savoring this languid moment.

Her body tilted slightly, as if listening to the whispers of the breeze, or perhaps savoring this languid comfort. Like a leisurely princess, she enjoyed this beautiful moment.

Hearing her worries about her lover, she didn't understand why his strength had increased so rapidly, but at this moment, his sudden surge in strength was the best guarantee to deal with any potential crises in the future.

She was very satisfied. With such a lover, what more could she ask for? She vaguely saw the shadow of the Great Emperor. Only in this way could her life be peaceful from now on.

Yun Su, Wan Qing, Rou Rou, Wei Lan, Wei Qing Hui, Jing Zhai, and Ji Xi Xi were also like this, marveling at the strength of the people in their hearts, but also satisfied with the situation.

Upon hearing this, he remained silent, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Yun Su spoke softly, her voice clearly reaching everyone's ears, saying, "In Dalong Prefecture, the former prefect had specially enclosed mountain forests to cultivate wild spiritual talents."

This is also one of the reasons why I agreed when Commandant Guan wanted to directly acquire Dalong Prefecture; Shen Lang's demands for these things are indeed beyond those of ordinary people.

Although he was quite surprised, he thought, "Such a large amount of spiritual materials need to be refined, and ordinary cultivators don't have such a fast processing speed."

Even with elixirs, it's the same. If it were that simple, those prestigious families would probably have already amassed a multitude of Martial Kings, Martial Emperors, even Emperors, Saints, and perhaps even legendary figures beyond that.

Although she was surprised, she did not say it out loud. Shen Lang was exceptionally talented and naturally not comparable to ordinary people.

Jingzhai smiled quietly at this moment, it was rare for him to sleep so soundly. At this moment, he quietly looked at the women, a hint of spring light lingering on his face as he leaned against the gentle breeze.