ah?The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

Chapter 209

Crossing the Galaxy: "..."

How to say it, although she didn't want to enter the palace, she couldn't help but feel complicated when she was obviously disliked.

Some people try every possible means to escape from the ranks of show girls.

And some people were expelled from the selection of concubines just by standing there.

Du Xinghe: "Actually, I just said it casually."

"I understand your intention,"

The voice of Emperor Xuan was heard again in the hall.

Du Xinghe recalled the first time he met Senior Chen. He was suppressed by the Spirit Transformation Stage and could not move. Even breathing became something that needed permission. It was really like a mayfly seeing the blue sky - he could not treat the other person as the same as himself. The Xuan Emperor in front of him was even worse. It was just that the Xuan Emperor deliberately restrained his pressure so that others could maintain at least dignity in front of him.

However, even with such an inhumanly powerful existence, Du Xinghe could read an almost naive self-confidence in his words: "Since you admire me, even if I don't want to take you into the harem, it's not easy for me to match you with Ji Wuhuo..."

He paused:
"I can't do such a thing as making a woman sad."

Du Xinghe was really feeling a little dizzy this time.

It’s not because of the other person’s cultivation level, but their psychological level.

Emperor Xuan's self-confidence and steadiness are engraved in his bones, and when he speaks out, there is even a fresh and natural feeling - he is too strong and his status is too high, so he does not need any disguise. And since he was born, he has never suffered any setbacks or doubts. The unusual growth environment and conditions have cultivated an unusual person.

He doesn't even need to pretend, he just needs to be himself.

Du Xinghe was speechless for a moment, and then he asked: "Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, do you have anything else you want to say to me?"

The door behind her opened slightly, indicating that if she had nothing else to say, she could leave.

Du Xinghe smiled back and said:
"I want to enter the Sword Palace to practice. I wonder if Your Majesty can introduce me to it?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the people above her looked at her in surprise.

"The Sword Palace only accepts geniuses. All the great sword cultivators of the Xuan Dynasty have come here to learn the truth about swordsmanship, but..."

A probing look fell on her: "You have successfully broken the elixir and become an infant. There is not much that the Sword Palace can teach you. People at the same level as you have chosen to build their own caves or travel. Why do you want to trap yourself in the Sword Palace and practice hard?"

If something is abnormal, it is a monster.

Du Xinghe could sense that Emperor Xuan was curious about her motives, but he was not worried that she had other plans.

After all, the strength of the two is still far apart.

He was just curious about her.

Du Xinghe: "Being able to study swordsmanship in the Sword Palace of Xuan Dynasty is the lifelong pursuit of sword practitioners in the world. My realm is rising rapidly, but my swordsmanship is stagnant. I want to seek a breakthrough in the Sword Palace."

Emperor Xuan listened to her words and seemed to be thinking.

It only took Du Xinghe a second to realize that this reason was not enough to convince him and was too superficial.

Then she changed the subject:
"I want to find a future in Xuan Dynasty and establish a sect here."

- Emperor Xuan's self-confidence is closely linked to his power and position. He believes that his personal charm will attract women all over the world, and naturally he is willing to believe that everyone in the world wants to become a part of Xuan State. This can be seen from the fact that the Xuan Dynasty "raised" many immortal cultivation families. It is not afraid of raising wolves to cause trouble, but instead uses the power of many families to strengthen its own power.

"So you were waiting for me here."

Sure enough, after she finished speaking, Emperor Xuan said with a smile: "I have seen many people who have the same wish as you, including the fallen Qingyu Sword Master and the Fan family who have truly established themselves in the imperial capital. It is a good thing for young people to be energetic and vigorous. I admire you very much. Come here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Du Xinghe saw a golden seal appear in front of him.

There seemed to be a clear chant in the wind that penetrated time and carried with it a terrifying aura.

Du Xinghe felt that the voice sounded familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had heard the same voice.

As she had just entered the Nascent Soul stage, she had no power to resist this force and could only allow the golden seal to cover her. The golden threads penetrated into her body and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"The Sword Palace does not accept outsiders. Since you do not want to marry into the Ji family, I will temporarily grant you the status of a guest official."

"As for the rest, I'll have you prove it to me."

……

Du Xinghe didn't even know how he was sent out of the palace.

The walkway outside the palace wall was guarded by imperial guards and no one was allowed to stay for long. Because she was politely escorted out by the eunuchs, she was able to stay there for a while without being driven away.

The carriage prepared by the Ji family was waiting for her not far away.

A drizzle began to fall from the sky, making everything in the world blurry and distorted.

Before the raindrops landed on her shoulders, they were repelled by the protective energy and failed to stain her at all.

"Master Du."

The Ji family's groom jumped off the horse and came over to invite her to get in.

"I want to go for a while and I'll go back by myself later." Du Xinghe said.

"Okay, I know."

The groom bowed his head and replied.

Master Ji had told him that whenever he crossed the galaxy, he had to obey orders.

Therefore, the process of persuading her was omitted.

The coachman got back on the horse, noted the time when Du Xinghe left the palace, and returned to Ji's mansion to report to his master.

Cheap magic tools and talismans that can be used by mortals can be seen everywhere in the imperial capital. There are pedestrians holding umbrellas, and respectable people calmly wearing water-repellent beads.

It had been a long time since Du Xinghe had faced such a strong sense of powerlessness. It was even worse than when he was at the witch clan's altar.

Before coming, she prepared herself mentally.

After coming here, I found that I didn’t prepare myself enough mentally.

"Can I really do what I dream about?"

Du Xinghe stepped over a small puddle, and the shallow water splashes were about to wet the sleeves of passers-by walking towards her. However, before touching them, she froze them into ice flowers with a thought, and fell to the ground with sparkling starlight.

In another timeline that Fan Ji gave her to experience, she killed Emperor Xuan. At this time, the Emperor Xuan in her dream was still the size of an ordinary person, and she could not remember his appearance clearly. She only remembered the feeling of sluggishness when Xue Ming pierced his body, and the indescribable pleasure - it turned out that the high and mighty Emperor Xuan could also bleed, and shed tears because of the fear of death!

But after seeing Emperor Xuan in person...

Just one idea.

Asking her to beat Emperor Xuan, is that true?

The passers-by came into her sight, and the smell of fireworks that she hadn't seen for a long time aroused a trace of worldly thoughts in her.

If she had not gone to the Sea of ​​Mercy, had not disrupted the evil alchemist's black market transactions, had not witnessed the evil deeds of the Samsara Institute, had not obtained the inheritance of the Witch Clan, and had not pursued her own life experience, with her current level of cultivation and connections, she would have been able to enjoy herself while practicing. Wouldn't she be respected and praised everywhere?

But if it weren't for the above things, her realm would not have been able to improve so quickly.

You can’t look back and complain about the path you’ve taken.

When she stepped through the seventeenth puddle, Du Xinghe remembered that she was brought here by a coachman and she did not know the way back to Ji's house.

In the past, she didn’t bother to find the way wherever she went, as her two apprentices did the job for her.

It doesn’t matter if you take the wrong path, just break it with one sword if you encounter any obstacles.

Du Xinghe withdrew the protective qi and restrained his outward spiritual power. He let the raindrops wet his face and smelled the coolness in the heavy rain.

I tried to breathe in and out while walking, but the depression in my heart could not be dispelled.

She had a poor sense of direction, but she was sure she was going the wrong way—

Because the houses nearby looked more and more dilapidated and miserable, and they didn't look like the buildings that would be near Ji's mansion.

If it doesn't work, just activate the "Gu Shen Jue" and see where Xiao Jiu and Ji Wuhuo who are connected to you are.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the originally poetic drizzle turned into a heavy downpour.

"You're just going to do whatever you want, relying on the fact that I'm a magic weapon that won't rust, right?"

Inside the scabbard, the sword spirit protested to her.

"The rain is too loud, I can't hear it." Du Xinghe smiled gently.

"Will a little rain make you feel better?"

The sword spirit asked.

Du Xinghe denied: "I'm not feeling bad."

"Wow, don't use the sword formation to block killing moves in the future. My master's mouth will hold up the sky if it falls. It's too hard."

The scabbard can hide the sword's blade, but it cannot lock the sword spirit's mouth.

"The higher my realm, the less human I am... I don't need to eat, I breathe, and even the beating of my heart is under my control," Du Xinghe kicked the stone in the puddle away, "but in front of a stronger person, what am I?"

She understood what was wrong with her.

It's like throwing the strongest ant into a rhinoceros beetle's nest; it will be terrified.

She crossed the road from mortals to immortals, a one-way street with no turning back. While enduring the fear that was becoming increasingly inhuman, she discovered that there was a mountain far larger than herself ahead on the road. The collision of the two caused her to fall into a brief confusion.

You can neither become an immortal nor a mortal.

So Du Xinghe put away his spiritual power, integrated himself among the hurried mortals, and tried to find his anchor again in the confusion.

The confusion caused by fear is a very subjective emotion, and there is no reason why she can't get rid of it.

At this moment, the corner of her clothes paused slightly.

Du Xinghe turned around and found a little boy holding an oil-paper umbrella, looking at her timidly and curiously: "Sister, it's raining so hard outside, didn't you bring an umbrella with you?"

“…Um, I didn’t bring it.”

"Is your home far from here? I'll take you back."

The little boy stood on tiptoe and raised his hands high, and the umbrella was barely stuck on Du Xinghe's head.

The little boy was a little discouraged: "You are too tall, why don't you hold the umbrella?"

"Well, a little bit."

Du Xinghe took his oil-paper umbrella and said:

"Where I live... is a little far away, and it was raining so hard that I couldn't remember the way."

Hearing this, the boy began to think seriously and was also troubled by her situation.

After a while, he finally made up his mind and said, "My house is just ahead. Why don't you come to my house and sit for a while until the rain stops? You will catch a cold if you get wet in the rain here, and it will cost a lot of spirit stones to treat the disease."

The little boy couldn't tell how fine and expensive the fabric of Du Xinghe's clothes was. He only knew that his sister, who couldn't even afford an oil-paper umbrella and water-repellent beads, certainly had no money to treat her illness.

Du Xinghe nodded helplessly: "Okay."

He took Du Xinghe and weaved through the alleys and turned into an old house.

The fence was broken down, weeds were growing everywhere, and the strongest thing that could be seen was the spider webs on the eaves and beams. They were a layer of snow-white, as if covered with a thick layer of yarn. The little boy was afraid that she would be scared, so he said, "Spiders only eat bad bugs, they are not poisonous, don't be afraid."

Three of the four windows were removed, and wind was leaking in.

It was as if the scenes in some stupid mini-games where the heroine was repairing a broken house and keeping warm had come true.

On the way here, because it was too dark, the boy introduced himself to her and told her to relax. She then learned that the boy's name was Chen Xing, that his parents had just passed away, and that he depended on his eldest sister Chen Yue for support. Seeing that Du Xinghe was not much older than his sister, he couldn't bear to see her get soaked in the rain.

He whispered, "Besides...Sister, you are pretty. It's not safe nearby. I'll get some coal ash to smear on your face later."

"At the foot of the imperial city, is there anyone who dares to bully men and women?"

"The Upper Fifth District is safe, but this is the Lower Fifth District... Sister, are you an outsider?"

Chen Xing said as a matter of course, and gave her some basic knowledge about the structure of the imperial capital.

The lower five districts are relatively poor and chaotic areas in the imperial capital.

"Is there a fire burning in your house?"

After walking into the yard, Du Xinghe saw billowing choking white smoke coming out of the window.

"My sister is decocting medicine in the house...Sister!!" Chen Xing rushed into the house with an anxious look on his face, and Du Xinghe followed.

If the firewood is not dry enough, there will be a lot of white smoke, which makes Chen Xing cough non-stop. The strong smell of medicine filled the house and penetrated into the ubiquitous cold wind. Every breath was bitter and cold.

"You're back." The girl who was lying on the couch sat up and saw a strange woman following her brother. She was alert at first, then she nodded slowly after listening to her brother's words: "There is no stool to sit on in the house. There is only one bed left. Come and sit here, girl."

After hearing what his sister Chen Yue said, Chen Xing started cursing the hooligans next door.

It turned out that after his elders passed away, the neighbors nearby first visited them hypocritically to show concern, and then forcefully "borrowed" their pots, pans, and even the tables and chairs.

Du Xinghe sat down at the end of the couch.

"As you can see, I have nothing at home. I even boiled some hot water when decocting the medicine. If you don't mind, I just finished drinking this bowl of medicine..." Chen Yue was older than her brother. She could see that the clothes Du Xinghe was wearing were very expensive, and she looked embarrassed.

For the Chen family, firewood, coal and even clean water are resources that they have to squeeze out of their fingers and they cannot afford to give them away generously.

"I don't mind it."

Du Xinghe took the bowl and took a sip of water.

The water was ordinary well water, with a faint smell of medicine. Her time in Miaohuomen was not in vain. She could tell the medicine with just one sip: "You were under a spell?"

There is no need to use soul-soothing grass to treat mortal illnesses.

The soul-soothing grass among these medicinal residues is also of the lowest quality.

But who would use magic against a penniless girl?

"You've figured this out, girl." Chen Yue smiled bitterly.

Without waiting for her to cover up, Chen Xing said indignantly: "The old man of the Su family wanted my sister to be a concubine, but my sister didn't want to. His servant pushed my sister and she couldn't get out of bed... Dad asked a doctor to come and see her. He said she was bewitched by a fairy... If she doesn't take medicine to recuperate, she won't live more than half a year. The medicine is very expensive! I wanted to ask them for compensation, but no one came again."

Du Xinghe looked carefully and found that even a serious illness could not obscure the girl's beautiful face.

"It's better to forget me. At least he won't come to trouble us again." Chen Yue sighed deeply.

Although he is at the prime of his life, he has a hunched back.

Chen Yue sent her brother to collect the firewood. When she saw him walking away, she said to her, "You have good eyesight, young lady. Actually, I don't want to treat this disease anymore. I don't know how many spirit stones it will cost. It's better to die cleanly so that I can leave some for Xingzi." But she couldn't get out of bed. Her brother insisted on buying the medicine, saying it would be a waste if she didn't drink it. Seeing that the spirit stone savings left by her parents were getting less and less, Chen Yue couldn't help but become more and more anxious. She wished she had been beaten to death by the servant of the Su family.

"I thought about biting my tongue to commit suicide, but I was afraid when it hurt..." Chen Yue looked ashamed and said self-deprecatingly, "I am a coward. I didn't even bite out the blood, but I didn't want to die. I didn't live enough."

"It's human nature. Not everyone has the courage to kill themselves."

Du Xinghe said.

"I am such a coward as a sister."

"You can't be a coward as a sister? It takes courage to survive, so don't underestimate yourself."

Chen Yue didn't understand why she would reveal her true feelings to someone she had just met.

Maybe she could tell at a glance that Du Xinghe was either rich or noble because of her attire, and that she would not stay here for long, and that they would not meet again in the future, so she felt particularly relieved to confide in her. Chen Yue turned her head and looked at Du Xinghe carefully - wealth was something that could not be hidden, her clean and plump face, neatly trimmed nails, and braided teeth were all proof of her pampered life.

But the more she looked, the more horrifying details she noticed.

After the rain, the surroundings became extremely cold. The windows of Chen's house were broken and only one side was left intact. The cold wind blew into the house effortlessly, mixed with the white smoke from decocting medicine. Even she, a patient, couldn't help shivering and coughing, but the girl in front of her looked normal and didn't even cough after entering the room.

Not only that, there is no white mist emitted when breathing.

Can a person still be alive if he doesn’t breathe?

Even Chen Yue, who wanted to die every day, couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

Du Xinghe was just wondering what he should do when he turned around and saw the patient looking at him pleadingly:

"If you want to take something, take my life and let my brother go. He is so young."

Du Xinghe: "...ah?"

Du Xinghe: "Why should I take my life? Do I look like a murderer?"

"Aren't you a ghost girl?"

Chen Yue looked at her blankly.

When Du Xinghe asked the reason, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Not breathing means it's a ghost? Your imagination is not rich enough, think about it again."

Seeing that she had misunderstood the other party, Chen Yue felt a little embarrassed. She lowered her head:

"... She doesn't need to breathe, and she's not a female ghost. Could it be that she is an immortal?"

In the imperial capital, people practicing Taoism can be seen everywhere.

A falling plaque could hit three foundation-building monks.

But for the Chen family living in the slums, this was still too far-fetched and they dared not even think about it - who could have thought that an immortal would get lost on the street and in the rain?

Then again, before ascending to heaven, one is not an immortal in the strict sense.

Du Xinghe nodded: "In the future it will be."

She looked down at Chen Xing's skinny hand. His wrist was only slightly thick, and she could circle it with her thumb. "Your brother invited me to your house to take shelter from the rain, and I came. He has done me a favor. We cultivators cannot owe karma, so I can let him make a wish."

Chen Yue's eyes sparkled, and her breathing quickened. She didn't bother to refuse and called Chen Xing over: "Xingzi, come here! Make a wish to the immortal and tell him that you want to... you want to practice with the immortal and want to have enough food and clothes in the future!"

She didn't dare to die, nor did she want to live.

If her brother could live a good life with the immortal, it wouldn't matter what happened to her in the old house.

Du Xinghe turned around and looked at her: "I asked your brother to make a wish, I didn't ask your wish."

"He's still young, can't I make the vow on his behalf?"

"Heaven doesn't recognize it."

Du Xinghe said.

Chen Xing was confused when his sister called him over fiercely. He didn't understand what his sister and Miss Du were arguing about. He only understood that Miss Du asked him to make a wish. He hesitated and said, "Any wish is fine?"

"It's within my ability."

Du Xinghe wondered, who would this brother and sister ask her to kill?

Was it the old man from the Su family who had done so much harm to Miss Chen because of his lustful heart, or was it the evil neighbor who had snatched away their pots and pans?
Du Xinghe remembered that he had drunk a bowl of water from someone else, so he decided to just buy one and get one free and kill them all. It would be much easier!
However, Chen Xing stared at her for a moment, and after he figured it out, he knelt down -
"Please ask the immortal to cure my sister's illness!"

Bang, bang, bang, he kowtowed three times in a row.

It knocked loudly, which was a good start.

But Du Xinghe could only remain silent: "..."

Why let her get treatment?

She can't!

She can make pills that can cure diseases and detoxify--

But those are for monks to eat. If a mortal eats them, he will be too weak to be nourished and will be sent to see the King of Hell on the spot.

"As long as I can cure my sister's illness, I'm willing to do anything."

As the little boy spoke, he kowtowed three more times, turning his forehead red.

He wanted to kowtow again, but was gently lifted up by an invisible force and thrown onto the couch.

"I'm not an immortal. I'm just a sword cultivator. I'm still a long way from being an immortal," Du Xinghe sighed, thinking of the unimaginable behemoth he saw in the palace, and the overwhelming threat that weighed on him. "The person who is the shortest from being an immortal... is still sitting in the center of the imperial capital."

Hearing her words, the light in Chen Xing's eyes slowly dimmed.

"However, sword cultivators also have their own methods of sword cultivation."

"When the rain stops, I will use the sword cultivation method to treat your sister's illness."

……

It rained all day and all night.

When the rain stopped and the sky brightened, the sword spirit quietly raised his head and asked her, "The sword cultivator's method of curing illness is not to reward the brother and sister with a sword, and then the body will die and the disease will be cured, right? I won't do such a sinful job. You can pick up a kitchen knife and use it, don't use me."

"Am I so cruel in your eyes?"

"Correct."

One man and one sword faced each other without saying a word.

Du Xinghe felt that he should refresh the image that the sword spirit had of him: "Wait a minute, I'll take her to get treated."

She carried Chen Yue off the couch and walked out of the house.

The girl, who had been ill for a long time and had not eaten enough all day, was so thin that she was almost skin on bones. The small and light sword hung on her back, not as heavy as her heavy sword. She asked timidly, "Immortal, where are you taking me?"

"Healing."

Cross the galaxy and release your spiritual consciousness to find your way automatically.

Fortunately, she had dealt with the side branch children of the Su family before entering the city, and she had a slight impression of their aura. At this moment, she started to look for directions seriously, saving the trouble of asking for directions from others: "I don't usually carry people on my back, so it may be a little bumpy, please bear with it."

"I am already grateful to the immortal for helping me, so how can I be picky?"

Chen Yue lay on her back, his heart beating like a drum.

But Chen Yue soon discovered that the road Du Xinghe was taking was not to the nearby medical clinic.

Could it be that you think the nearby clinic is not good enough and want to go to a better one?

Chen Yue was a little nervous.

When she was still healthy, she would go to the Upper Fifth District with her parents to find work. The quality of the goods sold there and the service were much better than those in the Lower Fifth District. She could often see immortals coming in and out, and she enjoyed the rewards they gave her. However, this also brought her trouble, as people took a fancy to her appearance.

Before Chen Yue could come up with a plan, Du Xinghe used space magic several times. It seemed to Chen Yue that he just passed a corner, but in fact he went from the northeast of the city to the southwest, and in a blink of an eye he arrived at the gate of Su Mansion.

The Su family is not as important as the Ji and Wen families, but they are also a well-known and profound immortal cultivation family in the imperial capital.

On the flying boat, Du Xinghe had witnessed Su Leyou's arrogance.

She knocked on the door directly, but it didn't open. Someone in the small pavilion next to her poked his head out and said, "Who is coming? Please introduce yourself. Are you the Taoist priest we made an appointment with in advance?"

Du Xinghe had a sword on her waist, and at first glance she was dressed like a swordsman. The gatekeeper showed some respect to her.

"Someone from the Su family hurt my friend, and I'm here to seek justice,"

She turned around and asked, "Is this what hurt you?"

Chen Yue shook her head, then nodded and whispered, "I've seen him..."

Just now Chen Yue was curled up on her back, and the gatekeeper didn't see her. This time, he looked carefully at the thin face of the person on Du Xinghe's back and recognized her as the girl who worked as a handyman in Baiwei Building. He pointed at her with a finger and said with contempt: "I thought who it was, it turns out to be a waitress in Baiwei Building. What does your injury have to do with us? Taoist priest, you can't just listen to this woman's one-sided words. The Su family is also a well-known family in the imperial capital. How could they do such a thing to hurt people?"

“So you were there too.”

Du Xinghe asked.

"Yes, I am..."

Before the gatekeeper could finish his words, he felt a chill on his right arm.

In the blink of an eye, the arm fell to the ground and blood gushed out.

"I was very upset by the way you just spoke to my friend,"

Du Xinghe's sword was so fast that no one could see clearly how the sword was in her hand in an instant and how it cut off the gatekeeper's arm.

When the gatekeeper reacted, his right arm was already empty and wind was blowing. The pain came like a tide and he screamed like a pig being slaughtered. His panicked shouting soon alarmed the guards from the mansion.

Seeing so many people coming, Du Xinghe sighed:
"It's a bit troublesome to ask one by one, but could you please recognize them carefully... please?"

Chen Yue, who was lying on her back, was so shocked that she couldn't speak.

"May I?"

Du Xinghe had to ask again.

This time, Chen Yue woke up with a start and replied quietly, "I, I will try my best to recognize it."

"Well, it doesn't matter if you admit your mistake. It's just a matter of convenience."