Chapter 163: 227. Unifying the Seven Palaces, the Human World Sees the Jiqi Again, Two Women Show Their Hands (5.0K - Seeking Subscri

"You have succeeded."

The words of the short-haired, intellectual beauty were filled with a soft, sugary sweetness. She no longer hesitated to speak these words aloud, because after spending a full fifty-seven years together, she knew Song Cheng's personality very well.

If Song Cheng still felt even a hint of a threat, he would not have appeared here.

His presence here proved one thing—even if Zhang Daolu and Long Xueling merged, they were absolutely no match for him.

"You are Song Cheng?! You are Song Cheng!!" Shi Feng looked at the young man before him with venomous resentment. The woman he regarded as his exclusive prize, the one he had already decided would become his Dao companion, was actually lying in another man's arms, being intimate with him.

And just then, he thought of another thing: Song Cheng seemed to have entered Jing Shifei's room and had never come out.

Seeing the two of them like this now, how could he not know that they had already done everything.

"Fei'er, why?!"

Shi Feng could not help but ask angrily.

Originally, he had not been that interested in this woman anymore, but this woman "scheming to capture him" had reignited his desire for conquest. Coupled with the wild thoughts he had during his twenty years of imprisonment in Xuanqing Palace and their several meetings, he had rekindled his intentions.

But now... Jing Shifei looked at Shi Feng and said indifferently, "Song Cheng reminded me that besides being a True Spirit, I am also a woman, and I have experienced the joy of being a woman."

Her voice carried pride and indifference.

Shi Feng was speechless, but the Jiqi Qi around his body had already condensed and gathered in his pupils, appearing blood-red; clearly, his state was extremely poor.

The woman he had single-mindedly accepted in his heart was being intimate with another man right before his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Song," Zhang Daolu realized what was happening, looked at Song Cheng, bowed, and then looked at Jing Shifei, saying, "Palace Master Jing, what is going on here?"

Jing Shifei said generously, "Palace Master Zhang, Song Cheng is my Dao companion. He has been cultivating in my quarters all these years."

"I wonder what his realm is now?" Zhang Daolu asked.

Song Cheng said, "I have already formed a world and absorbed the two energies of Taiyin and Taiyang. What about you, Fellow Daoist Zhang?"

Zhang Daolu was stunned. Looking at this young face before him, he was dazed for a moment. After a pause of several breaths, he said, "Only by merging with my wife can I barely form a world. As for the two energies of Taiyin and Taiyang, I do not know how to absorb them."

At this level, it is not like in the human world, where "realm" can sometimes be used to bluff others.

Here, everyone can see at a glance what level you are at.

The Mountain and River Lord is like misty ink; a True Spirit is flowing liquid ink; Zhang Daolu and Long Xueling are solidified ink... and Song Cheng is not only solidified, but also colorful.

The level of one's realm can be discerned at a glance.

Therefore, at this moment, Zhang Daolu was even asking for advice.

Song Cheng glanced at Shi Feng and said, "Palace Master Zhang, let's go for a walk."

Zhang Daolu understood and replied, "Very well."

Immediately, Zhang Daolu moved, and Long Xueling separated from the merged world. Her data had actually dropped a few points, no longer the "26600~39200" Song Cheng had seen before, but "22000~32000".

As for Long Xueling, although she was not quite on par with Zhang Daolu, she was not far off. This ethereal and beautiful woman, even while in the small world, knew the situation outside clearly, and at this moment, she bowed to Song Cheng.

Jing Shifei held Song Cheng's arm and walked together with the couple, Zhang Daolu and his wife.

Song Cheng then shared his "insights on the Completion of the Longhu Xuntian Scripture and subsequent experience" without reservation.

Zhang Daolu and his wife asked questions one after another.

He answered them patiently.

During this time, Jing Shifei could not even interject and could only listen silently.

She saw that the expressions of Zhang Daolu and his wife were sometimes confused, sometimes excited.

After walking for a long time, Zhang Daolu said excitedly, "Taiyin and Taiyang must be cultivated together; this path is indeed correct.

Among the many techniques back then, the Double Cultivation Technique was not prominent, but Sister Long and I felt that this method was quite in harmony with the wonders of heaven, earth, yin, and yang, so we practiced it regardless of others' opinions, supporting and complementing each other, and only then could we reach our current realm.

Originally, we were worried about whether this path would be cut off later. After all, the small world formed after Sister Long and I merged still had many problems, and we always felt uncoordinated, hungry, and so on.

Now it seems that our tacit understanding of Double Cultivation was simply not enough.

The hunger is because once the small world is formed, it requires the energies of Taiyin and Taiyang."

Long Xueling also said, "The reason why Brother Zhang and I agreed to Shi Feng was entirely because even we could not be sure if the subsequent path was correct.

Now that Brother Song is here, there is no doubt that this path is correct.

Thus, the male cultivates Taiyang, the female cultivates Taiyin, and together they practice the 'Double Cultivation Technique'; this is the correct path."

Jing Shifei suddenly said, "Then, are we still going into Changsheng Villa?"

Zhang Daolu said in a deep voice, "That villa has problems, and Shi Feng also has ulterior motives."

The few of them fell silent.

In fact, there was no need to say it; everyone knew that the trip into the villa was fraught with danger and was a last resort.

However, the problem of the aging of the Mountain and River Lord had to be solved.

That Huang Taixuan did not have much time left.

Song Cheng suddenly smiled faintly and said, "Palace Master Zhang..."

Zhang Daolu raised his hand to interrupt, "The learned are teachers; Brother Song, please do not address me like that. Just call me Fellow Daoist."

Song Cheng said, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, have you ever cultivated the 'Spirit Servant Technique' to Completion?"

Zhang Daolu looked stunned and looked at his Dao companion beside him.

Long Xueling's expression was the same as his.

Even Jing Shifei did not know what her man meant by this, but she followed his words and said, "Isn't it enough to just cultivate the 'Spirit Servant Technique' to the introductory level? What else is there to cultivate later? It's just a useless technique that shortens one's lifespan."

Long Xueling nodded.

Indeed.

The introductory level of the "Spirit Servant Technique" can capture a Soul into the Yin She, but if the Soul's natural lifespan is exhausted, it will still depart for reincarnation.

At the Small Accomplishment level, even if the natural lifespan is exhausted, one can still share the lifespan of the owner of the Yin She, but it will not exceed one hundred percent of its own maximum.

As for the subsequent Great Accomplishment and Completion, they are entirely for the benefit of the Spirit Servant.

This kind of technique only needs to be cultivated to the introductory level.

Song Cheng said: "Now that I have reached the peak of this realm, I should be two major realms higher than old men like Huang Taixuan. At the very least, I can try to see if I can turn him into my Spirit Servant; that way, he will still have enough time to cultivate."

"You must not!"

Zhang Daolu said, "Brother Song's natural talent is peerless and breathtaking. Although you are heartless, you absolutely should not spend your lifespan here. Brother Song is very likely the last hope of the human race."

Song Cheng said: "I have my own sense of proportion."

Zhang Daolu fell silent for a moment and said: "Could it be that once one absorbs the Taiyin and Taiyang, one can attain immortality?"

Seeing that he had filled in the blanks himself, Song Cheng said: "I suppose so."

"Then, then there is no problem," Zhang Daolu said.

Song Cheng said: "In that case, there is no need to risk entering Changsheng Villa at this time. As for the elderly Mountain and River Lords, I shall enlighten them all."

He had always believed that "if a problem cannot be solved," it must be because one's own realm is not yet high enough.

To exhaust the thousand-mile view, one must ascend to a higher level.

Once standing high enough, the original difficulties would be solved with ease.

At this moment, it was the same.

Subsequently, Shi Feng watched in astonishment as the crowd arrived and then left, circling around without entering Changsheng Villa; he continued to be imprisoned in Xuanqing Palace.

Meanwhile, Song Cheng sat in the courtyard of Jing Shifei, where the white-haired old man with ink-stained hands stared blankly at the only splash of color in this black-and-white world, speechless.

Jing Shifei explained the ins and outs and asked: "Taixuan, are you willing to try? If you succeed, you can increase your lifespan significantly, but you must obey Song Lang completely."

Huang Taixuan only felt that this was a blessing in disguise; he knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times to Jing Shifei, and then looked at Song Cheng with a mixture of anticipation and doubt.

Song Cheng did not waste words; he activated the "Spirit Servant Technique," his fingertips constructing a profound art with Yin-Yang Two Qi, enveloping Huang Taixuan as a trace of aura quietly entered the latter's body, like a mark left by a master.

Converting an existence at the level of a Mountain and River Lord was evidently quite exhausting.

Every single moment, it consumed lifespan.

If not for Song Cheng's infinite lifespan, he would have been in a sorry state from this alone.

After a long while, the old man's white hair turned into dark tresses, his wrinkled skin became smooth, and his aged appearance vanished, actually transforming into the likeness of a young man.

A young man, which meant his lifespan had only passed the halfway point; he had already had his life extended by double by Song Cheng.

Huang Taixuan looked at his own transformation in disbelief, then bowed deeply to Song Cheng and said respectfully: "Many thanks, Master."

His respectful voice carried a joy that he could not suppress at all.

"Many thanks, Master!"

"Many thanks, Master!"

Even though they had lived for nearly ten thousand years, these existences known to the mundane world as gods were, at this moment, ecstatic and completely lost their composure.

He rushed out of the courtyard like a child.

Outside, many old men had long been gathered, waiting for the result; at this moment, seeing the young Huang Taixuan rush out, they heard him laughing loudly and shouting, "It's done, it's done, my lifespan has returned!"

A deathly silence fell. After a brief silence, the old men suddenly realized what had happened and erupted with various energies.

They scrambled and vied with each other, each displaying their own magical powers as they rushed toward the courtyard.

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, I am older than you; you should yield to me."

"With opportunity right in front of us, who is yielding to whom?"

"Say no more, let us rely on our own abilities!"

For a time, these old men actually unleashed their arts; some used the "Forgetting Technique" to make their opponents forget what they were doing, some used the "Entangling Wood Art" to bind their opponents' limbs, and others used the "Earth Burial Art" to make the Yin-Yang Two Qi turn into an earthen state to wrap around people—in short, whoever rushed to the front would be besieged by everyone else.

Old age brings wisdom; who among these people didn't have a few tricks up their sleeves, or hadn't secretly cultivated some trump-card spell? Although existences at the Small World realm seemed to be immortal, no one could be sure.

What if, just what if, problems arose after Song Cheng enlightened two or three Spirit Servants?

For a time, the old men of the seven great factions were all scrambling and fighting to rush in.

After a long struggle, a streak of ink-wash brilliance broke free, shot toward the courtyard, and laughed triumphantly: "This old man shall go first."

A long time later, in the courtyard, one old man after another entered, and one young man after another left.

Jing Shifei watched her Song Lang by her side with worry, fearing that he might suddenly sprout white hair.

However, until all seventy-three elderly Mountain and River Lords of the seven great factions had been converted into Spirit Servants, Song Cheng remained in the appearance of a youth; only then did she heave a sigh of relief, while a sense of indescribable awe grew in her heart.

The cultivators of the seven great factions totaled no more than two hundred and thirty-two people.

These people did not include the "seeds" outside.

After all, the seven great factions would also spread some techniques outside, hoping to give birth to new Mountain and River Lords.

But, the vast majority of those existences were still stuck at the "Dharma Heaven and Earth" realm like the ancestor of the Molten Empire, and even those who reached the level of the Jilei Mountain Mountain God were few.

Now, with this one move, Song Cheng had directly taken one-third as Spirit Servants.

The Human Saint Hall, at its core, had actually completely belonged to Song Cheng.

Especially after confirming later that these old men had no aftereffects, Song Cheng would definitely become the leader of the Human Saint Hall—no, the entire human race.

Was such a person really her Dao companion? Was she... still worthy? The beautiful woman felt a bit uneasy, until the youth stretched his body, let out a yawn, and said: "Finally finished."

"Yes, finished; you have already solved the problem that no one else could solve."

Song Cheng turned his head to look at her and smiled: "Then now, it is time to solve our problem."

"Ah?"

Song Cheng pulled her up and said: "You were thinking about Double Cultivation earlier; are you going back on your word now?"

Jing Shifei threw herself into his arms and said like a spoiled little girl: "I wouldn't, that's impossible, I want it right now!"

Song Cheng embraced her and headed straight for the human world.

In these nearly twenty years, he had accumulated quite a few points, and the "Earth Tier" "Grade C" "Dual Cultivation Technique" had naturally been raised to Completion by him.

Once they reached the human world, the two met up quickly; Song Cheng was about to go find Buzhou Mountain, but was pulled back by Jing Shifei.

"Song Lang, why don't we go find Chanxi first? She should still be in the human world taking care of your wife and daughter..."

"Chanxi..." Song Cheng recalled the woman who had opened the door to this new world of Xuanqing Palace for him back then.

"There are some things that must be made clear to her."

Jing Shifei's face showed sadness, but she immediately added, "But since Song Lang has already cultivated both yin and yang, perhaps he can melt my Buzhou Mountain, and he can also melt her Kunlun.

The method of Double Cultivation is nothing more than yin and yang assisting each other, but Song Lang is already strong enough, so who knows?"

Jing Shifei was Lian Chanxi's aunt; over these years, she had seen Lian Chanxi's feelings for Song Cheng, and every time she enjoyed her dao companion while hiding it from this relative, Jing Shifei felt guilty.

If Song Cheng were only in the True Spirit Realm, she would never yield.

But now, Song Cheng's realm was so high that she could no longer see through it.

Since that was the case, in the human Imperial Capital, the Heavenly Son keeps three palaces and six courtyards, so why couldn't Song Lang? Song Cheng nodded.

If he could soothe two peaks with one sea, that would also be fine.

Great Chu Imperial Capital.

Assassin shadows darted everywhere, and armored soldiers held halberds, forming ranks and rushing to various places.

Between the thousands of palaces and ten thousand halls, the sounds of weapons clashing and screams of rage echoed everywhere.

The noisy waves of sound seemed to want to drown people out, and every household in the Imperial Capital closed their doors tight.

The white-robed Yu Xiansheng flicked her sleeves and moved forward; at her side were "Little Blade Immortal" An Linyuan, the White Lotus Sect demoness Yiye Lian, and Lianchanxi, who was possessing a Xiji Sect disciple.

Lianchanxi looked at the chaotic situation and suddenly said, "Slow down."

Yu Xiansheng stopped her steps and said, "Please speak, Goddess."

She had long known there was a major problem in the Imperial Capital; otherwise, if this Kunlun Goddess had acted directly, she could have solved the problem—where would the need be to fight like this? However, the Kunlun Goddess not only did not act, but instead watched cautiously.

Therefore, she acted according to the original plan, sending out the assassins of the Yinkui Society one by one, and the Great Chu Imperial Capital also displayed terrifying combat power.

In this kind of slaughter, many things began to surface.

Yu Xiansheng could not see it, but she knew the Kunlun Goddess must be able to see it.

Sure enough, at this moment, Lian Chanxi looked into the distance with extreme caution and said, "Your suspicion is correct; the Chu Emperor attacking you is because... he has gone mad."

In her eyes, at the very core of the Imperial Capital, there were wisps of blood-colored Red Qi resembling birdcages and octopus tentacles.

"I don't know if you have heard of Lost Spirit, or Jiqi Qi?"

Yu Xiansheng shook her head.

An Linyuan and Yiye Lian looked as if they were listening to a heavenly book.

Lian Chanxi said, "My aunt was right to worry; the Jiqi Qi has already seeped out from the deep-layer world and invaded the human realm."

Yu Xiansheng had an extremely strong ability to accept things; although she did not know what "Jiqi Qi" was, she already had a judgment, and at this moment said, "Then why is it the Chu Emperor?"

Lian Chanxi shook her head.

Just as she was thinking, her pupils shrank sharply; she pulled Yu Xiansheng and rose from the ground.

The two had just risen when they saw that where Yu Xiansheng had originally been, wisps of Red Qi as thin as spider silk had emerged; if she hadn't dodged, Yu Xiansheng would have already been entangled.

However, even though they rose quickly, that Red Qi still followed like a shadow.

The human realm is on the very surface of this world; no matter where one flees, it is useless.

That Red Qi seemed to have locked onto An Chenyu, determined to capture her, while it didn't even care about Yiye Lian or An Linyuan.

Lian Chanxi's heart stirred; she flicked a touch of yin energy with her finger. The yin energy flew out, the Red Qi was drawn toward it, and in the slight shift, a gap was opened.

She pulled An Chenyu to dodge left and right in the air.

But the Red Qi followed like a shadow.

An Chenyu watched calmly.

Even though she was in a dangerous place, this existence who had already experienced three dynasties and toyed with the winds and clouds for a long time had learned to be calm in any situation.

Suddenly, she said indifferently, "I understand; it is the Great Trend. If a Great Trend exists in this era, it must be concentrated on me and the Chu Emperor.

That is why this Ji... Jiqi Qi is looking for us.

As for why, I am not sure, but since the Chu Emperor has gone mad because of it, then perhaps this trend hopes to create chaos?"

Lian Chanxi was stunned and also felt it made sense.

The theory of "Trend" is mysterious and profound; even as the Mountain and River Lord, she had not figured it out.

But she knew that "Trend" is extremely terrifying.

This invisible and intangible power might hide even deeper secrets.

In Lian Chanxi's eyes, those wisps of emerging red lines did not diminish; instead, they began to weave, seemingly turning into a kind of red fish. That fish was incomparably huge, appearing like a whale spanning the sky and sea.

But mortals could not see it.

"I will take you away first."

She said hurriedly.

This red whale exuded an indescribable eeriness and power; she had to leave first.

And just at this moment, that condensing red whale was suddenly struck by a force.

With a boom, the red whale exploded and scattered, and behind it appeared the figure of a young man.

Behind the youth followed a beautiful woman formed from flowing water.

In an instant, the gazes of several people crossed, each with different emotions.

"Husband!"

"Little Song!"

"Aunt?"

(End of this chapter)