ah?The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

Chapter 167 Brave Failure

The first lesson that Cang Hengzi taught Your Majesty was to take the initiative.

But he didn't teach me what to do after taking the initiative.

"……Feel sorry,"

Du Xinghe heard His Majesty's low apology in his ear: "I don't know what to say for now, can you let me stay like this for a while?"

She nodded in agreement.

Those arms were filled with excitement, even the tone of voice was trembling slightly, but the embrace was very restrained, without any taste of tenderness - creating an ambiguous atmosphere is a science, some people are born with the ability, some have never experienced it and have no way to learn it, even a passionate hug can make him feel immature and clumsy.

Emperor Ying Cang is the latter.

After a moment, he asked hesitantly: "At this time, should I explain why I like you?"

In Oriental love, authentication is an extremely important part. Love or not, like or not, cannot be decided lightly, otherwise it would be frivolous. One must know each other before being able to be committed.

Love at first sight seems to lack persuasiveness, but love that comes naturally is more lasting and reliable.

Emperor Ying Cang himself had thought about this question countless times.

Do you really like it?

Why is it her?
I have lived for so long and have never fallen in love with anyone. Maybe he just doesn't need love in his life... I have come this far, why should I let Cang Hengzi laugh at him for being a hopeless case or for his old house catching fire?
But he can't.

When the words came to my lips, I heard Du Xinghe say, "Actually, there's no need to explain."

"I'm just afraid that I can't convince you, and that you think I'm joking."

"You like my evidence, I've heard it."

The heartbeat through the clothes was like thunder.

Fortunately, he has an extraordinary body and his heart can withstand any high heart rate.

Du Xinghe looked up and saw the blushing face of His Majesty. The fluctuation of his spiritual power made such a loud noise that a wind blew in the outer courtyard, blowing all the flowers on the tree to the ground, covering the surroundings. Occasionally, a petal would brush against his cheek and fall, bringing with it a refreshing fragrance.

Your Majesty is certainly very good, and Ji Wuhuo is not bad either.

Perhaps she had seen too many cases of love-induced fear in the palace, and her perception of love had become dull and numb. No matter how good a man was, to her, it was like flirting with a blind man. She could be pleased occasionally, but it was difficult for her to devote herself to him.

but……

Du Xinghe raised his hand and brushed away the small flower that had fallen on his head.

"Do you really like it that much?"

He hummed glumly.

She untied the white satin covering his eyes, and his eyes were closed underneath the satin.

The dark eyelashes trembled slightly, and she could taste a hint of fragility.

"Open your eyes and let me see."

His Majesty raised his eyelids and looked at her a little embarrassedly.

Beauties, like flowers, have thousands of different flavors. There are not many who are as beautiful as Ji Wuhuo and who know that she can still maintain her youthfulness. Her temperament is as colorful as flowers and as clear as stream water. His Majesty is at the other extreme. He is completely unaware of his own beauty. His skin has become a little pale from living in the underground palace without seeing the sun. His pale lips were bitten countless times by him before he appeared to see her. You can vaguely see some teeth marks from the ravages, which makes people have an inexplicable desire to abuse him and want to bully him.

It shouldn't be.

How could a master in the fusion stage, the former emperor of the Cang Dynasty, look so weak that he could allow her to take advantage of him?
Du Xinghe suddenly became playful and taught him: "After taking off the white satin, you should ask me - are you satisfied with what you see?"

"Are you satisfied with what you see?"

Although he did not understand why she wanted to do so, His Majesty still did as she said.

It's a pity that such classic lines of a domineering CEO have a different flavor when spoken by Emperor Ying Cang.

It was as if if she only answered "unsatisfied", he would dig a hole to crawl into, and then use the five elements magic to add some soil to cover himself up.

Du Xinghe chuckled.

Seeing her smiling happily, His Majesty couldn't help but gently urge her: "Are you satisfied?"

"Ah," Du Xinghe came back to his senses: "I won't tell you."

"..."

White Mushroom was about to burst her umbrella with anger, but there was nothing he could do about it.

"What if I say I'm not satisfied?"

He said: "The body can be reshaped, it is not a big deal."

Only at this time would Du Xinghe suddenly remember how powerful his opponent was.

Her eyes were slightly dark, but a smile was on her lips: "Your Majesty is right, it is not a matter of the flesh."

His Majesty is just socially anxious, he is not stupid, nor is he completely ignorant of human nature - it's just that he comes from such a high-class family, has extraordinary talent, and is extremely capable, there is no need for him to use the ways of the world and social etiquette, so who dares to restrict him with rules?
As soon as Du Xinghe spoke, he understood.

Her dislike for him had nothing to do with his appearance.

His Majesty's mood visibly dropped. His eyelashes trembled, and he let go of her. He took a step back, and pursed his lips tightly: "If you don't like me, then you don't like me, but I still like you. Even if you are with someone else, I still like you."

"His Majesty."

"Don't call me Your Majesty, call me by my name."

"..."

Du Xinghe reminded him: "Your Majesty, you never told me your name. I only know your last name is Yan from the Five Elements Sect."

There is such a thing!

Emperor Ying Cang stayed in the underground palace for too long, and was good at describing a complete story with his imagination alone - Cang Hengzi was right, he had never taken the first step, so how could he have a story with his sweetheart? He should just stay in the coffin and be the only one to push Meng Nan.

“Yan Buchen,” he said, his words sounding a little unnatural: “I seldom use my own name, and nobody usually calls me by it, so it feels a little strange when I say it myself.”

Before ascending the throne, he is called by his title, and after ascending the throne, he is called Your Majesty.

To the emperor, name became the least important thing.

Du Xinghe hesitated for a moment and called him, "Senior Yan."

"Can't you just call me by my full name? Just calling me by my first name is fine too."

Your Majesty has gained the benefit of taking the initiative, so you should not hide like an ostrich.

But he met the stubborn Du Xinghe. She smiled and said, "Your Majesty, I just want to know your name, I didn't say to shout it out!"

She didn't want him, so why did she want to know his name?
Your Majesty is somewhat frustrated.

On the road of cultivation, he had hardly ever experienced the same sense of frustration - the world was just so unfair, spiritual roots were still divided into different levels, and those who could reach the Void Refining Stage and beyond were all gifted monsters among the gifted, they were blessed by nature, and even if there were occasional bottlenecks, they would get through them immediately with little delay.

It is said that heaven will not spare anyone, but hasn't he been stuck in the fusion stage for so long?
Having never experienced the pain of love, Du Xinghe can make Your Majesty feel uncomfortable at one moment and happy at another with just a few words.

Finally, he gave up struggling.

"You can call me whatever you want," he turned his face away, "but can you call me more often? I'm always here."

Du Xinghe pondered, His Majesty spoke as if he were his personal Taoist companion.

She said: "I think the most urgent thing for Your Majesty is to go back, raise your pillow and think about why you like me."

Emperor Ying Cang raised his eyes and stared at her motionlessly:
"Then can I also ask an answer, why don't you like me?"

He was not being aggressive, but was genuinely seeking advice and wanting to change.

What can’t be changed?
To cultivate immortality one must cleanse one's meridians and marrow, and to pursue one's sweetheart one must of course also change oneself!

As long as Du Xinghe says it, His Majesty feels that he can do it.

"You don't have to be afraid of hurting me or angering me. We have known each other for some time and you should trust my character," His Majesty said earnestly.

Du Xinghe looked embarrassed: "Of course I believe in your Majesty's character. After all, your Majesty saved my life."

She broke through the Jindan stage and nearly killed herself in a cross-level battle in the Samsara Institute. It was His Majesty who saved her from the critically injured and dying state.

As a friend, he is her good brother and benefactor.

Du Xinghe: "It's my bad character."

“How come you see?”

Du Xinghe coughed lightly and said, "I cannot accept that my Taoist partner's cultivation is higher than mine."

"........."

His Majesty thought he had heard wrongly: "Isn't it good that I have a high level of cultivation?"

Looking across the Pingyun Continent, who doesn’t want a powerful Taoist partner to help them smoothly overcome the bottleneck?

This has nothing to do with gender, which makes it even more difficult for Du Xinghe to say: "Have you noticed that I have a bunch of younger brothers with lower cultivation than me?"

"You mean Xinyue, Shenshui, and the six disciples in Xinghe Palace."

"right,"

The most difficult thing for a person to face is his own baseness.

Normally, she has to use a lot of concepts to package and decorate herself. If she really wants to dissect herself, it's like a soldier taking off his armor. There is no sense of distance, only the naked vital parts are left, and it may not be beautiful: "If Xinyue Shenshui and others have higher cultivation and stronger strength than me in the future, I will be happy for them and will not be jealous at all, but I will still want to defeat them."

"If you treat your disciples like this, what about your Taoist companion?"

"When faced with a beautiful scene, I would only anxiously think - how can I surpass you? What's the point of talking about romance?"

Du Xinghe's words were sincere and not evasive.

She is just soft-hearted towards the weak, and can't help but act like a hero and act like a patriarch. She can't stand others bullying the weak, and at the same time, she is so competitive that it is twisted - if the person next to her is stronger than her, she can't spare the time to love anyone, and only wants to practice to death.

"........."

Precisely because she did not lie, His Majesty's mind went blank.

He never expected that his cultivation would one day become an obstacle to love!
but!
Things may not be without a chance of turning around!

His Majesty took a deep breath and held Du Xinghe's shoulders with both hands: "I have been waiting for the fusion for a long time, but I haven't made any progress. You are different, you are still in the golden elixir stage."

Du Xinghe: “……?”

What do you mean, if expressing your love fails, you provoke her?
His Majesty then said:
"As long as you are at the same level as me, my cultivation level is not higher than yours."

"What if you reach the Mahayana stage before me?"

"Then we can ascend together!"

He said three sentences in one breath, describing a brilliant future that he dared to talk about, but she didn't dare to recognize it.

...No, it’s not that I don’t recognize him at all.

Du Xinghe held his hand on his shoulder and smiled faintly:
"Then let's talk about this possibility again when I reach the fusion stage."

[The Emperor expresses his love to the host, palace fighting points +1000! ]

[The Emperor and the host have a secret agreement, Palace Fighting Points +300! ]

The unpleasant system notification sound rang in my mind - if nothing else, communicating with His Majesty is a great way to gain points.

She paused and said, "However, if you become a Taoist couple with me, His Majesty will disband the harem."

If the harem is disbanded for one person, won’t the points explode?
Your Majesty: “No.”

Your Majesty: "I don't have a harem at all. How can I disband something that doesn't exist?"

Du Xinghe told him not to lie: "I remember there was a harem in the underground palace."

"My mother originally lived there, but she has passed away a long time ago. However, the pottery figurines I made later did live in the palace where she lived before her death." His Majesty hesitated, "Are you going to disband the harem where my mother lived?"

While ordinary concubines were still fighting among themselves, the real masters of palace fighting had already launched a heavy attack on the empress dowager.

We are fighting against the elite, we are fighting against Lord Buddha!
His Majesty hesitated and said, "If I move out of the harem... my mother has been resting for a long time, and I really don't want to disturb her peace."

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I'm sorry, Queen Mother!!! I was just kidding!!!"

She quickly raised her hands in surrender.

In just two sentences, Du Xinghe felt that all his merits were deducted in an instant.

She decided that next time she returned to the underground palace, she would burn incense and offer some tributes to the people.

...After Du Xinghe left, Cang Hengzi had been studying the black scale she left behind.

It is neither lead nor tin, nor any other stone.

The strong aura of water in it showed that it was an extraordinary item, but what kind of giant creature could have such power with just one scale? Cang Hengzi did not dare to think too much, and just as he was holding it up to examine it carefully, he smelled a faint fragrance.

"His Majesty."

He didn't even need to raise his head to know who was coming.

"I listened to your advice and took the initiative to keep her."

"What did Xinghe say?"

"We made an agreement."

Your Majesty's cold and noble voice was filled with unconcealed joy and pride.

This shocked Cang Hengzi so much that he put down the object in his hand and looked at him curiously: "Are you serious?"

"Wait a minute," His Majesty frowned, "Looking at your reaction, you don't think I can succeed? Oh, I haven't asked you yet. You only told me to take the initiative, but you didn't tell me what to do if I'm rejected after taking the initiative."

"If you take the initiative, you will be rejected anyway."

Cang Hengzi looked surprised: "Every time I confessed my feelings, my sister-in-law rejected me."

...Then Your Majesty feels that his love is still within the scope of moral ethics.

"Let's not talk about mine. What did you and Xinghe agree on?"

At this point, His Majesty's expression turned from gloomy to sunny, and that handsome face that had been gloomy for many years seemed to be brightened up: "She made an agreement with me that when she reaches the fusion stage, she will talk to me about this matter again."

Cang Hengzi: "..."

He stared at His Majesty for a moment and slowly turned his head back.

Du Xinghe dared to draw this cake, but it's a pity that Your Majesty can eat it.

And he was eating so happily.

To some extent, he is the number one person today.

……

Back in Tianpin's room, Du Xinghe grabbed Shenshui who was chewing a banana and asked him, "I remember you were very popular with men before."

"What are you talking about, Master? I am also very popular with men now."

"If I'm lucky in love right now, what do you think is the reason?"

Du Xinghe humbly asks for advice.

She really didn’t think it through - in her previous life, she was favored in the palace because she concealed her true nature and deliberately catered to the emperor. It was natural for the emperor to like her. In this life, she... is beautiful, but Your Majesty has seen her intestines!
Shanshui came over obediently and looked at his master carefully for a moment, and gave a fair evaluation: "Master is good-looking."

"There are so many good-looking people, how can there be ugly people in the cultivation world?"

"Master is very strong."

"There are many who are better than me."

Shanshui felt that his master was sincerely looking for trouble, but there was nothing he could do. Even if he did, he was still his dear master. So he thought for a moment and said, "Master, since you have denied their appearance and strength, is it possible that they just have special tastes? Besides, if we look at the number, you are not very popular with men!"

He counted on his fingers the number of confessions he had received from male cultivators when the three of them were traveling together.

In a place Du Xinghe didn't know, it was almost breaking through fifty.

It's one thing not to catch a cold, it's another to lose to a monkey.

However, she was silent for a moment and accepted what Shenshui said: "You are right."

Rather than becoming a popular figure unknowingly, she is more accepting of some special tastes.

Shenshui muttered: "Master is very popular with women..."

"What did you say?"

"Master, I didn't say anything—"

Before Du Xinghe could get the ginseng back, there was a knock on the door. He hurriedly said, "Master, I'll go open the door!"

She hummed softly.

After the door opened, a strange face appeared, wearing the Taoist robe of the Nine Yang Sect.

Du Xinghe recognized that this was the attire of the deacon of Tianji Hall.

The other party handed over a package and said, "A cultivator placed this at the entrance of Xihe Garden and said he would give it to cultivator Du. Please accept it."

"who is it?"

Du Xinghe took the package and opened it.

"That monk left without leaving his name, and we couldn't catch up with him."

Inside the package was a dark green shield.

Seeing this, the deacon of Tianji Hall revealed an understanding expression and said with a smile: "It must be an old friend of yours. Thinking that you and other participants were about to enter the secret realm, he gave you this defensive magic weapon."

"Did you realize it was a defensive weapon?"

He was stunned and waved his hands repeatedly: "How can I have such a good eye! I just said so because I felt the spiritual energy on it and it looks like a shield. If I am wrong, please don't blame me."

The deacon of Tianji Hall called everyone "senior" and was extremely respectful.

Back then, when Du Xinghe was applying for withdrawal from the sect, it was the Tianji Hall that did it. Except for the arrogant Deacon Xu, everyone else wanted to secretly give her some spiritual stones... Although she didn't know their names, she remembered their faces, and the person in front of her was one of them. They sympathized with her, but were powerless to do anything.

"You're right, I was just asking."

Du Xinghe placed the shield on the table next to him and gave him a high-quality spirit stone: "Thank you for taking this trip."

The top-grade spirit stones exude a pure and profound aura, and the lower-grade spirit stones are immediately reduced to broken stones on the roadside in front of them.

The deacon was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up: "Thank you, senior!"

Du Xinghe closed the door and didn't say much to him.

The deacon who got the top-grade spirit stone returned to Tianji Hall and showed off a lot.

Her casual move made Deacon Xu, who had not yet recovered from his injury, even more uncomfortable - Ming Zhi, who used to be his good friend, didn't even look at him.

Du Xinghe began to study the new shield.

Sword Spirit: "Tell me secretly, have you made any new equipment refiners outside?"

"No,"

Du Xinghe told it not to be stupid: "How dare I use a magical weapon of unknown origin?"

She blinked, her pupils filled with purple, and she carefully observed the dark green shield.

It feels cool to the touch, smooth and warm like jade.

Upon closer inspection, there was even more spiritual energy flowing. Du Xinghe thought, "This is not a magic weapon, this is a magic treasure! There should be a spirit born inside. I can feel the long-lasting vitality and a very weak but powerful heartbeat."

The spirit of an instrument is born on a magical instrument that is rich in spiritual energy and has chance. When an object has a spirit, it becomes a magic weapon.

The sword spirit was amazed: "A magic weapon with a spirit is a rare treasure in anyone's hands. How could it be given to you for free? But if it is an ownerless spirit, and it falls into the hands of a Jindan cultivator, then no matter what conspiracy or trickery it has, it will be given away for nothing."

A magic weapon without an owner is like handing a top-of-the-line mobile phone to a stranger without setting any authentication or password.

Unless there's a bomb buried inside.

Du Xinghe looked carefully with his purple wisdom pupil, but couldn't see anything wrong.

"Could it be that," Du Xinghe thought thoughtfully, "this is really given for free."

There are things that are given for free in this world.

It just happens to other people.

The sword spirit pondered: "This is easy to handle. Didn't you say that the weapon spirit has not been fully born yet, and you just felt its heartbeat? When the weapon spirit is fully born, you can ask who it originally belonged to, and the truth will be revealed. Before that, don't let it recognize its master easily."

Du Xinghe took out the oil lamp and shone it on the jade shield.

There was no flaw in her jade-like complexion, only a pure and gentle aura emanating from it. As she touched him, his faint heartbeat actually quickened.

Just like he couldn't wait to burn her to death as soon as he got the Fire Control Sword, the cultivator could feel the likes and dislikes, joys and anger of the magic weapon.

At this moment, Du Xinghe could feel Yu Dun's love for her.

Suddenly, two magical weapons fell from the sky, leaving her at a loss as to what to do!
Having said that, Du Xinghe did not completely believe this thing of unknown origin just because of that natural closeness. She contacted Ji Wuhuo and Jiang Zeman according to the original arrangement, hoping to rely on their connections in Xuan Country to purchase some rare materials that Xuan Country did not sell to the outside world.

The two agreed very happily, and Jiang Zeman even told her a piece of good news happily: "Before, even if I wanted to help, I couldn't do anything, because those resources and channels were not open to the disciples of the side branches. But after the Xuantian Wooden Axe given to me by Daoyou recognized me as its master, it alarmed the main family, and the main family recognized me. From now on, I will be treated as a direct disciple. Everything depends on the blessing of the senior! Leave this matter to me, and I will make sure it is done."

However, no matter how fast you go, refining a magic weapon cannot be completed in two or three days.

Not to mention the time it took to transport the materials from Xuan Country.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye. When they gathered at the center of Xihe Garden, Du Xinghe hesitated again and again, but still brought the jade shield.

Even if it doesn't recognize its owner, it should be fine to carry it with you to block the knives.

Zheng Tianlu was extremely worried. He not only stuffed her storage rings with pills, but also transformed one of the storage rings into an earring and wore it on her left ear. He lowered his voice and said, "I put a lot of talismans in there for you. The disciples of the big sects have a lot of them. You can't be without them. If you don't have them, you will suffer. Your own safety is the most important thing."

"Don't worry, brother,"

Du Xinghe also imitated him and lowered his voice: "Actually, I can also draw talismans."

I learned a few things from Yun Yongyi before, not much, but I know it.

The first three hundred gathered at the center of Xihe Garden. Du Xinghe arrived neither too early nor too late, and the others had already stood in their own camps early - the disciples of the large sects naturally stuck together, and the remaining disciples of the small sects with fewer people found familiar sect monks to form alliances during these three days. Only the small sect disciples who were truly unprepared and the scattered independent cultivators were left looking at each other with confusion on their faces.

"Don't they say that everyone will be dispersed after entering the secret realm? Is it useful to be in a group?"

“We will be separated, but there will always be a chance to meet again. It is important to find allies in the secret realm in advance... It’s hateful. Who told me that no one from my Yingxing Sect could enter the top 300 except me? We are no different from independent cultivators.” One cultivator gritted his teeth, and after some planning, he shamelessly struck up conversations everywhere in an attempt to make some good friends.

Among them, there are also outliers.

Ji Wuhuo sat alone under the maple tree, with no one around him.

He did not have to bother building his network of contacts. All the disciples from the sects or the children of the aristocratic families who came from the Xuan Kingdom had to respect him. Moreover, there were also children of the Ji family who entered the top 300 in the Immortal Alliance Competition this time, but he did not like having people around him, so he consciously left a space for them.

There is no one around him because he is a quiet person by nature.

Du Xinghe also likes quietness.

But around her...

"This is the egg I steamed in my portable small furnace this morning, and the hot soy milk. I almost forgot about it. Do you want to eat it now or take it inside?" Zheng Tianlu handed her the food bag and paced back and forth, wondering if he had forgotten anything. He glared at the person next to him and said, "Don't just stand there and watch. Come and help me fill in the gaps!"

Tian Xiao: "Boss, your sister is a Jindan cultivator, she has been practicing fasting for a long time."

"Does fasting mean that you don't need to eat?!"

Zheng Tianlu refuted him loudly, as if what he said was so cruel and inhumane.

"I don't know what the environment is like in the secret realm, whether it's cold or hot..."

Du Xinghe: "Brother, my jade bone clothing is temperature-controlled."

"Can I stop wearing long johns if the temperature is kept constant?"

"..."

Du Xinghe surrendered and let his senior brother make arrangements for him.

Her Chixiao and Xueming had been wiped five times by her senior brother, and they were so bright that one could see through them, and they also exuded a faint and pleasant fragrance. Even the sword spirit that usually loved to be maintained couldn't stand it:
"That's enough, buddy. I'm going to be bald by you."

Not only the senior brother, but Xinyue also had a tense face with anxiety because everyone had to disperse after entering the secret realm.

The one with the best mentality is actually ginseng water.

He was not with his master, so he greeted other familiar cultivators. Even if they did not form an alliance, they should not fight as soon as they met in the secret realm... Du Xinghe took a look and found that they were all male cultivators he had met after arriving in Xihe Garden, and they were all gentle and attentive to Shenshui.

Shanshui had made plans early on and tried to avoid fighting if possible before finding his master.

Not long after he returned to Du Xinghe, a tall, long-haired female cultivator walked across the road made of white clouds and looked down at everyone. It was unknown when she cast a spell, and the noisy conversations around them suddenly stopped:
"Sorry to have kept you waiting. I am Chi Wenxing, the vice leader of the Immortal Alliance and the host of this competition."

"Now, let me announce the details of this test."