All those past events, the shared life and death, are unrelated to blood ties or romance.
His relationship with Shang Xiye was one of life-and-death entanglement.
It's like two sheer cliffs; no matter who falls, the other will be instantly riddled with holes by the winds of the outside world.
The black owl in the bathtub fell completely silent.
His slender eyebrows were furrowed, and his rosy cheeks were like peach blossoms in full bloom, truly stunning.
Ji Fengyao silently removed the silver needles from his body, glanced at the medicinal soup in the bathtub that was gradually turning dark green, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, and her heart was filled with boundless anger.
It seems that there are still cultivators in this world, and even more so, heretical and unorthodox cultivators.
If even someone in a high position like Shang Xiye doesn't know of their existence, then their origins must be mysterious, or perhaps they are transmigrated like her.
Regardless of the reason, she couldn't make a fuss about it now; instead, she had to be even more careful and discreet. Otherwise, if those people discovered that there was an eleventh-grade alchemist like her in this world, well, the image was too beautiful to imagine.
While Hei Xiao was taking a medicinal bath, Ji Fengyao wrote down the Spirit Gathering Technique of Han Yu Palace, the largest sect on the Danling Continent.
In the words of her eccentric master, although Han Yu Palace is a cold and ruthless sect, most of the spiritual gathering techniques and cultivation methods practiced by its disciples are still worthwhile and are the most reliable way to solidify one's foundation in cultivation.
As dusk fell, Shang Xiye finally couldn't resist coming over, using the excuse of reminding Ji Fengyao to eat.
Wu Ying glanced sideways at her seemingly calm master as he ate, feeling speechless inside.
When Ji Fengyao used the Awakening Technique on Hei Xiao, she exhausted the last bit of spiritual power in her body. He was originally a little weak, but after eating a meal, he immediately recovered and became a strong man again.
With a flick of her hand, she handed the Spirit Gathering Technique to Shang Xiye: "Your Highness, please practice your inner energy cultivation according to this from now on. Don't thank me too much!"
The mental techniques and formulas are not as detailed as the explanations of the exercises, and they are not long.
Shang Xiye raised an eyebrow, took the book, glanced at it casually, memorized it, and handed it back: "This method is written logically and well-founded, but isn't internal energy supposed to increase with the time spent practicing martial arts? How can it be practiced separately?"
"Why don't you try fixing it and see? You won't lose anything by trying," Ji Fengyao said with her cherry-red lips, looking smug. The golden hairpin on her head swayed gently with her unladylike movements.
Finally, something came to mind.
Ji Fengyao looked up and asked, "Your Highness, do you know who was playing the flute on the river earlier?"
"This person, my men and Gao Chengwei are both investigating, but due to the heavy fog on the river, we haven't found any trace of him." Shang Xiye's expression turned somewhat grave when she mentioned this matter: "What, is there something wrong with the flute music?"
"The flute music was not inappropriate; in fact, it was a divine assist." Ji Fengyao recounted how Hei Xiao had almost gone mad with qi and was later calmed down by the flute music, concealing the fact that she had used a mind-awakening technique: "So, I think that person had no ill intentions. He was just asking casually, wanting to say that if Your Highness knew him, he would make friends with him."
Shang Xiye pursed her lips, her complexion not looking good.
If you make friends with people you don't know anything about, what will you do if you get betrayed? Who will you complain to then?
When Ji Fengyao saw the prince's face darken, she immediately realized: this is a world where the husband is in charge of the wife's life, and her constant talk of making friends with strangers is a blatant slap in his face.
She quickly put on a fawning smile and tried to salvage the situation: "Your Highness, what I mean is that that person is quite capable, and we should all try to befriend him. Having more friends means having more options!"
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