Chapter 47 I'm Not Well
Hearing the sword spirit crying loudly and seeing the girl's refusal, Di Yin's dark eyelashes drooped halfway.
In the secret realm, she clearly used her senior brother's sword.
His familiar demeanor was evident more than once.
His eyes gradually dimmed, he put away the myriad things, turned around and went back to sit in the pavilion.
Jiang Xianwan used his spiritual power to manipulate the wooden sword, attempting to make it float in mid-air.
One breath, two breaths, three incense sticks later, the wooden sword swayed gently.
Jiang Xianwan suddenly opened her eyes, her spiritual power supporting the swaying sword, which floated higher and higher.
Clang—
The wooden sword had barely reached eye level when it was pressed to the ground by the force of gravity.
Let's try again.
This time, two incense sticks were used.
The wooden sword rose and fell again and again, and Jiang Xianwan gradually became immersed in a mysterious world.
Her temples were damp with sweat, her lower abdomen was burning hot, and her misty spiritual energy swirled around her, becoming increasingly solid.
This time, she grasped the wooden sword.
The bright moon hangs high, the chirping of insects is the prelude, and an incomparably enormous fish suddenly leaps out of the water, cascading out a dreamlike and beautiful radiance.
Jiang Xianwan was still getting impatient.
He couldn't wait to swing his sword, but his spiritual energy was suddenly drained, and everything went black before his eyes; he immediately fainted.
Beneath the pavilion, a white dress shimmered with moonlight, like a gentle breeze. Di Yin stepped forward and steadily lifted the girl's waist.
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Jiang Xianwan felt somewhat embarrassed after waking up under the purple bamboo grove.
Elder Jing sat a meter away from her and kept watch all night.
He dared not be impatient for quick success anymore. He spent his time sweeping the floor, meditating cross-legged, and playing with the dragon carp during his rest time, as well as exchanging chess skills with Elder Jing.
Over the past few days, under immense pressure, Jiang Xianwan has been able to walk freely and easily execute a complete set of sword techniques.
She discovered that her perception and control had improved rapidly, and her spiritual awareness had surpassed that of the early Nascent Soul stage.
Especially speed.
While her movements here were not noticeable due to the intense pressure, once she went outside, she could clearly feel that her speed had increased significantly. With a sudden burst of speed, she couldn't stop and crashed into a tree trunk.
Even when rushing to grab food in the cafeteria, they could achieve top rankings.
After finishing his meal, Jiang Xianwan bid farewell to his fellow disciples and found a secluded maple forest. He took out a small pile of spirit stones from his mustard seed pouch and set up an array.
The Demon Realm and the Southern Territory are too far apart to transmit sound directly without the aid of an array.
As soon as the communication was established, Jiang Xingxing called out "Mother" in a sweet, childlike voice that was so endearing it could melt anyone's heart. She seemed to be tickled by Feng Huixue, which made her giggle.
Listening to the laughter of the two children, one big and one small, Jiang Xianwan felt incredibly envious.
Little scoundrel, looks like he's having a great time in the demon realm.
Feng Huixue gave a haughty snort; without even looking, she was definitely holding her chin up, smug and self-satisfied.
"Of course! The other day our son took a fancy to a chicken demon and has been following her around all day, begging her to lay eggs. Yesterday he caught a turtle from the lake and even rode on someone's back in circles."
"He played even crazier today, refusing to let Bai Yu help, and bent over to dig up several months' worth of Ji Yao's clothes before putting them on the bedside table."
After muttering to himself, he uttered a jealous tone identical to Jiang Xianwan's, "Even that stupid bird Bai Yu is doing better than his own father!"
The most heartbroken was Jiang Xianwan, her heart aching like a mother's, and she muttered a curse to herself, "You wicked fox, if he doesn't acknowledge me as his mother, I'll pluck your fur!"
It's clear that Jiang Xingxing has a natural fondness for demons of all shapes and sizes.
Feng Huixue shuddered and quickly stopped Jiang Xingxing from calling out Bai Yu's name, saying awkwardly, "How could that be? I dream about Mother all the time."
Upon hearing the indistinct word "Bai," Jiang Xianwan chuckled coldly, too lazy to argue with him. "How is the Demon Emperor?"
Speaking of this, Feng Huixue's voice became hoarse, "Wanwan, our father... might not be doing well."
Jiang Xianwan's heart skipped a beat.
Feng Huixue said it wasn't very good, and that's exactly what was wrong with it.
With the Demon Emperor's cultivation level, he couldn't possibly be in a bad situation.
"What exactly happened? Feng Huixue, why do you have to be so clear about things with me?"
Feng Huixue may seem unreliable on the surface, but she actually reports good news and hides bad news; she's quite capable of handling things.
Jiang Xianwan didn't want it to be like this.
She hoped that Feng Huixue could treat her as a family member she could confide in no matter what happened, instead of bearing it all alone.
“No, Wanwan.” Feng Huixue slowly exhaled, her voice sounding somewhat tired.
He just didn't want Jiang Xianwan to worry.
Although he is the son of the Demon Emperor, the future Demon Emperor.
However, the demon realm was a complex and diverse place, and his father's insistence on maintaining old relationships led to the Sirius King's power gradually surpassing that of the fox clan.
"Wanwan, no matter how badly I fail, I will protect our son. Don't worry, once I've taken care of everything, I'll go back with Xingxing."
Hearing his feignedly casual tone, Jiang Xianwan's voice turned cold, "Wind, Return, Snow!"
Is she just worried about whether it will work?
Does that damned fox even understand what it means to be family?!
Hearing that she was truly angry, Feng Huixue felt both sweet and aggrieved. "Okay, okay, don't be so fierce. I'll tell you, alright?"
"Isn't this because I was afraid you'd worry? That old geezer deserves it. I really don't know if his brain got squeezed by a door, making me clean up his mess."
“He’s not often lucid these days. A few days ago, he was trying to advance to a higher level, and his soul was severely damaged. His demon core cracked in several places, and his cultivation level dropped. I suspect that it was that bastard Sirius who did it.”
"I've found him all the seventh-grade pills, but they're not very useful; they can't stop his cultivation from continuing to decline."
"The Grand Master of Fate said that if one obtains the Fruit of Imperial Rest or the Dew of Spiritual Essence, one can quickly repair the demon core and raise one's cultivation level again."
Another method is to find a top-quality furnace and slowly adjust it.
But they had no such intention, and Feng Huixue would never discuss this with Jiang Xianwan.
"The Demon Realm and the two realms have long since stopped communicating. Where the hell am I supposed to get him the Emperor's Rest Fruit and the Dew of Spiritual Essence? Let him die!"
His father was a romantic, but his heart had long since gone with his mother who died young; all that remained was a useless shell of a man.
He said casually, "Don't worry about it. At worst, he'll die. He deserved it anyway."
Jiang Xianwan lowered his eyes in thought.
With the Demon Emperor's cultivation level declining, the strength of the Heavenly Wolf Clan should not be underestimated. If they attempt to usurp the throne, the Demon Realm will likely soon descend into chaos.
Whether it's the Fruit of Emperor's Rest or the Dew of Spiritual Dew, these are rare items that only the two Emperors possess. This path is impassable for the Demon Realm.
Jiang Xianwan knew Feng Huixue very well, and immediately knew that there must be other methods.
She snapped the twig she had picked up at random.
Furnace/cauldron.
A top-quality furnace cauldron.
Feng Huixue didn't mention the furnace cauldron, simply because she was afraid that Feng Huixue would overthink it.
Then we can only place our hopes on the Fruit of Emperor's Rest or the Dew of Spiritual Grace.
I didn't dwell on whether Emperor Yin had the Emperor Xiu fruit, or whether I had tried it myself to see if it could cleanse me of impurities.
The two realms and three regions have long since ceased all contact, and when they meet, they fight to the death.
In addition, although Yun Weize appears to be auspicious, he is not as easygoing as he seems, and is much colder than Di Yin.
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