Chapter 809: The Contented Hu Xian'er

As for why "Chen Nan" would appear in Zhaoge, Nuwa did not overthink it; it was nothing more than being attracted by Zhaoge.

Just like herself.

Because the current Zhaoge is truly suitable for cultivators to settle down in.

Ever since the two Power Furnaces in the Imperial Palace and the Martial Hall had their restrictions removed, the concentration of Spirit Qi within Zhaoge has soared, and it even contains rich fragments of laws, no longer inferior to the dojos of the various Saints.

In such an environment, as long as one's natural talent and comprehension are not poor, one can cultivate step by step to the Mysterious Immortal realm.

Furthermore, cultivation resources are abundant; all kinds of Pills, Dharma Treasures, cultivation techniques, and so on, or medicinal herbs, ores, and Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures, can basically be bought in Zhaoge as long as you can afford the price.

This is far more convenient than having to rack one's brains to find materials when wanting to perform Alchemy or Artifact Refining.

Cultivators are poor, not because they like poverty, but simply because conditions do not allow otherwise.

If there is a place where one can cultivate quickly and live comfortably, who would want to run into the deep mountains to practice, living a life of eating wind and drinking dew?

Cultivators have long lifespans, and after achieving the Golden Immortal realm, they possess infinite lifespans.

In this infinite lifespan, if one is always cultivating bitterly alone, it is a great test of one's personal temperament.

Because it is too boring, too lonely, and too solitary.

As for the idea that he came for her, Nuwa would not even think of such a thing.

She is a Saint, and after performing the art of transformation, even the various Saints would likely not be able to see through it, let alone the fact that she decided to come to Zhaoge on a whim.

Although she is interested in "Chen Nan," Nuwa has no intention of finding out about him immediately.

After all, her current identity is also that of a cultivator attracted to Zhaoge. If there is an opportunity to make contact, she will make contact; if there is no opportunity, she will observe from the shadows.

………

After coming out of the bookstore, Nuwa had already left the beverage shop and went to browse a women's clothing store.

Yin Qi also left directly and arrived at a villa in the east of the city.

This was a property he had secretly purchased in the past.

For the sake of safety, his true form did not return to the Imperial Palace, so as not to be detected by Nuwa.

As for getting to know Nuwa, after a few more chance encounters, he could logically step forward and get to know her.

……

Night falls.

The Imperial Palace.

Qingwei Hall.

The spacious bath is paved with Immortal Jade, and the hot spring water is drawn from deep within the earth's veins, containing rich Spirit Qi; petals from dozens of types of immortal flowers are scattered on the pool water, emitting a refreshing fragrance.

Hu Xian'er lies half-reclined by the edge of the pool, enjoying the massage from the maids, her eyes half-closed and feeling very comfortable.

Large areas of snow-white skin are exposed to the air, like congealed fat and soft jade.

She is very satisfied with her current life.

Except for occasionally serving Yin Qi, she has control over her own time, with all kinds of cultivation resources at her disposal; she has even cultivated to the Mysterious Immortal realm despite being a "mortal."

This is something she would not have dared to imagine before.

Some time ago, Yin Qi even had someone send over a small box of tea leaves.

It was actually Innate Spiritual Tea.

This excited her to death and moved her deeply.

In reality, after seven years in the Imperial Palace, Yin Qi has gradually come to occupy a place in her heart, not only because Yin Qi is a promising Human Emperor with strong personal charisma, but also because Yin Qi is very protective of all the concubines in the harem.

Innate Spiritual Tea is something that even the Saints might not necessarily be able to drink.

After all, Innate Spiritual Roots are limited in number, far fewer than Innate Spiritual Treasures, and are extremely rare.

Occasionally, she would think of Nuwa's mission and the sisters who are still suffering outside, but she does not want to break this hard-won happiness, so she chooses to continue forgetting.

Suddenly, an invisible force envelops Qingwei Hall. Except for Hu Xian'er, everyone else seems to have their time frozen, remaining motionless in their original positions.

"Who is it!"

Hu Xian'er wakes up instantly and stands up abruptly.

The splashing pool water slides off her graceful body, revealing a large expanse of beautiful scenery.

"Hu Xian'er, you are living quite a comfortable life."

Nuwa's cold and stern voice rings out suddenly, followed by the light twisting and converging to form a Mysterious Light Mirror, in which Nuwa's cold and aloof face appears.

"My Lady!"

Hu Xian'er trembles all over, hurriedly kneels down, and pleads: "My Lady, please forgive me, please listen to this Demon's explanation. It is not that this Demon does not want to bewitch Di Qi, but Di Qi's mind is too firm, and he has the protection of the National Teacher's Yang Spirit; this Demon simply cannot bewitch him."

"Hmph!"

Nuwa snorts coldly.

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She also knows that what Hu Xian'er says is not false, but Hu Xian'er's own slackness is also certain.

Nuwa's soft cold snort sounds like a thunderclap to Hu Xian'er, scaring her so much that she trembles all over, her face turns deathly pale, and a look of despair and lingering attachment flashes in her eyes.

It's over!

This thought is the only thing left in Hu Xian'er's mind.

Just as she slowly closes her eyes, she finds that Nuwa does not take action for a long time, which makes her suffer greatly.

After a long time.

She finally hears Nuwa say: "I did not wish to pursue the previous matters. But now that the Yang Spirit is dead, it is your opportunity. If you do not succeed again, do not blame me for being heartless."

Hu Xian'er's spirit first relaxes, then tightens again, and she hurriedly says: "My Lady, although the National Teacher is dead, this Imperial Palace is full of experts, and this Demon simply dares not make any excessive moves; furthermore, Di Qi has treasures given by the National Teacher on his person, so this Demon truly cannot bewitch him."

"I am aware of this matter as well. Catch!"

As Nuwa's words fall, a crystal-like object falls from the Xukong Sword Sword Sword, and Hu Xian'er hurriedly catches it, only to discover that a golden pill is sealed within the crystal.

On the surface of the Pill, there were faint, indistinct patterns, as if they were traces of the Great Dao.

Nuwa said indifferently, "This is a Seven-Turn Golden Pill, gifted to me by Laozi when I attained sainthood back then. This is the last one, so I bestow it upon you. Cultivate to the Golden Immortal realm as soon as possible; when the time comes, with your charm as a Golden Immortal Level nine-tailed fox, I do not believe Di Qi will still be able to resist. Do not let me down again."

Hu Xian'er's face instantly flushed, her breathing grew rapid, and she kowtowed repeatedly to express her gratitude, saying, "Thank you, My Lady, thank you, My Lady. This Demon will surely cultivate to the Golden Immortal realm as soon as possible, bewitch Di Qi, and throw the rivers and mountains of Cheng Tang into chaos."

"Hmm!"

Nuwa nodded indifferently, then the Mysterious Light Mirror collapsed, turning into streaks of light that dissipated in the bathroom.

Subsequently, the 'time' in the Qingwei Palace also returned to normal.

Except for the maidservants in the bathroom, no one noticed anything unusual, but Nuwa did not know that every scene that had just occurred had already been recorded by hidden cameras and then transmitted to Yin Qi.

"Eh, My Lady, why are you..."

The maidservants were bewildered.

They did not know why Hu Xian'er, who had been lying down just a moment ago, was now kneeling in the bath, looking quite agitated.

Hu Xian'er quietly put away the Seven-Turn Golden Pill, stood up, swept her cold gaze over the surrounding maidservants, and said indifferently, "It is nothing, I just remembered something. Hurry up and help me dry my body."

Killing them to silence them—that was certainly not an option.

Yin Qi had stipulated that within the inner palace, no one was permitted to kill palace maids or eunuchs without authorization.

Killing would only expose herself.

Since that was the case, there was no need to be secretive; she would just brush it off with a single sentence.

This group of palace maids had followed her for seven years and could be considered her confidantes; they knew what could be said and what could not. (End of chapter)