Chapter 675: Princess: Build a Temple for the Daojun—I Want First Place, Who Dares Challenge Me

"Not a spell, but it is related to one." Gao Huaide smiled mysteriously. "Today, Your Majesty urgently summoned us to the palace and announced two major matters."

"First, to carefully select virtuous youths and form the Heavenly Dragon Guard; second, to build a Daoist temple in Bianliang City to worship the Supreme Primordial Ultimate Taixuan Daojun."

"Your Majesty's divine power was simply bestowed by the Daojun. If Lady does not believe, try reciting one of the spells—guaranteed to dispel all doubt."

The Princess of Yan blinked in surprise. "This spell is really that miraculous? Reciting it makes people glow?"

"Do you think I'm lying?" Gao Huaide displayed his arm. "Look—my old wounds are completely gone."

As an insider, the Princess of Yan naturally knew her husband's identity well.

At first glance, she was utterly stunned.

"I clearly remember there used to be a huge scar right here—has it really vanished 'six-four-zero'?"

With excitement swelling in her heart, the Princess of Yan selected a spell and began reciting it.

After reciting for a moment, she saw a vision in her mind; her body began emitting a faint glow, illuminating her radiant, lovely face.

In Gao Huaide's disbelieving gaze, his wife's appearance visibly grew younger.

When she finished reciting, Gao Huaide was too stunned to speak. He pulled out a bronze mirror and handed it to her.

"This…?" The Princess of Yan stared at her reflection, dumbfounded. "I look like I'm back five years ago. Oh my heavens—it's real! This spell doesn't just increase strength or heal old wounds—it restores youth. This is truly supreme immortal art."

She looked at her husband with mild disdain.

"Husband, why do you still look so old?"

Gao Huaide rubbed his rough cheek, embarrassed. "Perhaps it has to do with your intention while reciting. I only wished to gain strength like Your Majesty, so the spell only boosted my strength?"

"Probably so." The Princess of Yan nodded, then suddenly grew worried. "But what if His Majesty spreads these spells? If commoners get hold of them, won't our imperial family be in danger?"

As a royal princess, her interests were naturally tied to the imperial house.

If the imperial position weakened, her status as princess would change too.

A fallen phoenix is worth less than a chicken—then, she might even face death.

Gao Huaide froze, then laughed. "Lady, don't worry. These spells were bestowed by the Daojun, and Your Majesty is the one closest to him. As long as the Daojun does not abandon Your Majesty, his throne will only grow more secure—unifying Jiuzhou, even beyond Jiuzhou, will be no problem."

The Princess of Yan's eyes lit up.

"Of course! How could I have forgotten that?"

"The Daojun is what matters most. Husband, I've decided—we'll donate all our wealth to build a Daojun temple. Our family must be the one that contributes the most."

Gao Huaide stared, dumbfounded—this woman was truly wasteful.

Then he reconsidered—his wife was brilliant. He'd nearly been blinded by greed.

"Lady, you're wise. But becoming first will be difficult—Your Majesty won't spare gold either. We can't outspend him."

"Other my lords, having witnessed the Daojun's miracles, will surely not hesitate to spend their fortunes. Then the competition will be fierce."

The Princess of Yan snorted. "We can't compete with His Majesty, but as for others—I don't care. Our Gao family will be second. This concerns our family's eternal legacy. Gao Huaide, we must make our mark before the Daojun."

Hearing "eternal legacy," Gao Huaide's blood surged—he didn't even mind his wife calling him by name.

"Lady is right. This matter is too important to abandon. Here's what we'll do—you hurry to the palace and discuss it with Your Majesty. We only need to secure second place; let others fight for the rest."

"Mm." The Princess of Yan nodded. "Good. Time waits for no one—I'll go to the palace at once. You tally our wealth—see how much we can contribute. A thousand gold pieces spent will return. Don't be stingy. When we build the Daojun's temple, it must be magnificent."

"Lady, trust me—I wouldn't drag you down at a time like this!"

After their discussion, they hurriedly parted, each rushing to their own tasks.

Meanwhile.

Back at home, civil and military officials also bathed, changed clothes, and began reciting the spells.

Moments later.

"Divine traces! I'm over sixty, had planned to retire and return to my hometown—but now, after reciting this spell, I can serve the Great Song for another hundred years! Lady, look—am I not stronger now?"

"Husband, what's this?"

The civil official explained the matter.

Upon hearing it, the old lady's eyes widened in shock. She tried it herself—and instantly became a devoted follower of the Taixuan Sect.

"Husband, I plan to donate our family's wealth to build a Daojun temple."

"Eh… you wasteful woman!"

"Husband, when you make a vow at a temple, you must fulfill it. We've received so many blessings—how can we not show gratitude? The Daojun is a true immortal and doesn't care for wealth, but we must show our respect."

"Husband, even a sliver of the Daojun's favor is worth more than a thousand treasures."

"Lady speaks truly."

The civil official snapped back to his senses.

"I've grown foolish! This matter must be handled perfectly. Lady, you must oversee it personally—do not entrust it to others. This concerns our Li family's eternal future."

Meanwhile, in Liu Wen's home, the same thing occurred.

"My leg is healed!"

"Truly healed!"

Thump! Thump!

He stomped his feet on the ground, making Liu's wife's heart race.

At his age, he was jumping like a child—if he had a heart attack, he'd drop dead on the spot.

"Lady, the Daojun is a true immortal!"

"You try it too."

After the wife tried, she confirmed the spell's miraculous power.

Liu Wen then said: "Lady, I plan to give away all our wealth to fund the temple."

Liu's wife was stunned.

Her husband had always scoffed at ghosts and spirits, was miserly, never attended gatherings with colleagues, and in Bianliang's official circles, was nicknamed "the toilet stone"—stinking and hard.

As it turns out, today the sun really did rise in the west.

"Lady, you needn't find it strange. The Dao Lord is a true god—how could he possibly be compared to the clay statues and wooden idols in other temples and Daoist shrines?" Liu Wen said with great fervor. "The Dao Lord saved my life. We ought to repay him, even if only a little. Besides, after donating incense money, we can still pray for blessings for our descendants, can't we!"

"Since my husband has such a wish, naturally I won't stand in the way."

Lady Liu had always been a devout believer, extremely superstitious about ghosts and gods, and in the past had secretly worshipped the Buddhas and deities.

Today, seeing her husband acting so out of character, she immediately resolved in her heart to worship the Taixuan Sect from now on, and never worship any other immortals again.

When you can worship a true god, who'd still worship those clay statues and wooden idols in the temples?