ah?The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

Chapter 217 Seizing the Dragon Vein
[Xinghe? Why haven't you come out for so long? Are you trapped in there? ]

The secret message from Lord Jianshan brought Du Xinghe back to his senses.

A chill ran from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

But when you think about it, it makes sense.

If one quantifies cultivation as treasure, finding a random excuse to confiscate the property and return it to the treasury is not uncommon since ancient times. Moreover, killing people to rob treasures is also a daily routine in the world of immortal cultivation. Since the same thing can happen in the Ten Thousand Swords Valley, why can't it happen in the Golden Palace? Is the latter more justifiable than the former?

Du Xinghe's body swayed, and she used Xue Ming as a staff to support herself and stand up straight.

It took no more than five seconds from the time Xu Siniang's memory fragmented to the time she came to her senses.

Sword Spirit: "Xinghe, are you okay?"

The sword spirit could not see what she felt, but when the sword practitioner's mind was disturbed, his natal sword would also sense it.

Hence this expression of concern.

"No problem."

Du Xinghe also used the secret voice transmission to reply to Jianshan Lord: [There is some miasma inside, don't worry, don't forget that I am still an alchemist. I am waiting for the anti-poison pill to take effect before exploring further. Have you found any mechanism outside? ]

She threw back a question to divert the other person's attention.

With the experience of the Wu clan being almost exterminated before, Du Xinghe was mentally prepared and not surprised that Emperor Xuan was not a good person.

She was dazed, but Xu Siniang's memory fragments also contained her cultivation insights as a sword cultivator. Compared with the pain and hatred of being killed by Xuan Chao, Du Xinghe cared more about the sword cultivation experience flowing through her heart, which was of great benefit to her.

Emperor Xuan’s comprehension is not good, but she is!
Isn't this simply a treasure land for absorbing the cultivation experience of predecessors?

Du Xinghe searched through the drawers one by one and put the items in the drawers into the storage ring. They were not very valuable magic tools or rare treasures. At most, they were tainted with some of the aura of the original owner and should not be taken away by the Xuan Kingdom as taxes. Besides, the Lord of Jianshan, who was in charge of the Forbidden Sea, was now also her servant. If the time came to a critical moment, she could directly order her to help conceal it.

Seeing that the items in the drawer were all ordinary, the sword spirit asked curiously, "Are you picking up junk?"

Du Xinghe paused and could only give a statement that all Chinese people would understand:

"It's all here."

After looting all the items in the dark room, Du Xinghe tried to explore inside.

When viewed from the outside, the golden dragon has a huge body and a long, curved belly, but when you are inside it, you can quickly see the end.

A wall blocked Du Xinghe's way.

Du Xinghe stopped for a moment and called out [Peek into the Emperor's Traces] again.

The compass slowly turned in her hand, still pointing forward.

Her pupils flashed slightly, and purple flowed in them, but the wall was still a wall, and she didn't see anything else.

Not an illusion.

There is no trace of protective formation either...

Shu Jiuqing had taught her some basic methods on how to identify whether there were any magic arrays around, so she followed his example and checked everywhere. After making sure there were no signs of fluctuations in spiritual energy, she pulled out Xue Ming.

Sword Spirit: "Hello?"

Sword Spirit: "Wait, this is also the Dragon Vein of Xuan Nation..."

Du Xinghe: "It's the dragon vein of Xuan Country. Cut it twice more as a gift to Emperor Xuan."

The sword spirit was speechless.

As the words fell, the long sword gathered spiritual light, the sword's radiance grew stronger, and the pressure almost tore the space apart. The surrounding objects were reflected on the sword's edge, and were cut into prismatic pieces, falling apart and then reorganizing.

——Not almost, her sword can actually cut through space.

"break!"

The surroundings were shaken with muffled sounds, and a huge sword mark appeared out of thin air in front of Du Xinghe, as if a long cut had been made under the original layer. Du Xinghe crossed the crack and walked deeper.

After crossing the crack, the air around me suddenly became cold.

Behind the crack, there was actually a small Buddhist temple.

It's not quite appropriate to call it a Buddhist hall, as there are no Buddha statues inside. It's just that Du Xinghe has only seen similar buildings in the Buddhist halls set up by the concubines in the harem. There are rows of jade candles on both sides of the hall, burning with light golden candlelight. As she arrived, the candlelight swayed gently, casting a very deep shadow on her face.

The palace was hung with long curtains embroidered with bright gold and silver threads, dotted with rare gems.

At this moment, Du Xinghe heard another breath.

She immediately held her breath and listened attentively.

Sure enough, the breathing sound was not her illusion, but real.

She walked quickly towards the source of the sound, but the heavy curtains became an obstacle and the jewels hit her face, causing her to scream painfully. So she lightly snapped her fingers, and all the embroidery in the palace shattered into pieces and turned into dust in the candlelight.

In the center of the temple, there is a brocade ball.

On top of the brocade ball is a young golden dragon less than half a meter long.

Du Xinghe’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Live?

When she came in, she sent out her spiritual sense to scan the area, but did not sense any other living creatures - the spiritual sense scan of a Yuanying master is not a life detector, and it does not rely on body temperature and breathing to identify, but the living beings carry a candle flame with them. Under the sweep of the Yuanying spiritual sense, the fire will have nowhere to hide. Unless the cultivation level is higher than hers, there is no way it can deceive her eyes.

Du Xinghe approached, with purple flowing in his pupils...

"No soul, but still breathing." She made a quick judgment.

This is equivalent to brain death in terms of fantasy concepts.

Brain death can be maintained for a period of time through medical treatment. If there is enough money and medical conditions, the deceased can even live decently for more than half a year. This is true for mortals, and immortal cultivators and some legendary creatures can live even longer.

The Qilin on Du Xinghe's arm slowly flowed: [Mother, I smell the breath of a dragon. ]

"How much do you know about dragons?"

In some of the spirit beast markets that Du Xinghe had visited, even those on Lihuo Island, only dragon-like spirit beasts were sold, but no real dragons.

Or, it is something she cannot access at this stage.

In many myths, the dragon has a complete evolutionary heritage. The dragon is in charge of rainfall, and rainfall has a vital impact on people's livelihoods. Therefore, people worship dragons, hoping for "good weather and good harvests". They also hold sacrifices in the hope that the dragon will bring clouds and rain.

However, the dragons of Xuan Kingdom are slightly different from the dragons in the traditional sense.

As a legendary spirit beast, Qilin has a deeper understanding of dragons through blood inheritance, but at this time he also showed a look of confusion: [This is a dragon born from the destiny of Xuan Kingdom. ]

——The dragon in the traditional sense paves the way for the divine right of kings, and the emperor is the true dragon son of heaven.

In other words, before he became emperor, there was already such a dragon.

He just happened to come down to earth to be the emperor of the people.

It does not come down to earth, it also flies in the sky.

But what Qilin described was exactly the opposite.

It is the condensation of this ancient country with a long history, transformed into substance, and even gave birth to life.

"It's been condensed for so long, but it's only this small?"

The huge dragon vein made of rare gold is more in line with Du Xinghe's imagination of the Xuan Dynasty.

[That... I don't know.] Qilin Shu said apologetically.

Du Xinghe would never blame it.

But she suddenly had a thought: "Will soul-searching work on it?"

[It's just a shell, without a soul, so it's useless.] Ye Qi hesitated: [Soul-searching is a recognized evil technique. I vaguely remember that my mother didn't learn it...]

Du Xinghe didn't know how to do it, but she believed that there must be props in the system mall to dig out people's memories.

"Then what use is this young dragon's body to me?"

She placed her hands on the cold and hard scales of the young dragon, thinking that if she didn't already have a defensive magic weapon made of basalt scales, she would be able to train this young dragon.

[Its soul is already dead, and the demise of its body is only a matter of time...] Ye Qi, who was even more compassionate, said in a low voice.

[You can give it to me! Give it to me! Give it to me!] Ning Lin’s voice suddenly rang out.

Du Xinghe’s hand paused.

This is not a bad option.

Qilin is loyal to her and has accompanied her through many life and death crises. Improving its strength is equivalent to improving her own.

But, isn't there any better use for this young dragon?

"I'll think about it, don't worry."

A large hand with distinct joints gripped its throat.

Just as she slowly tightened her grip, a gust of wind blew over, strong enough to blow a Jindan Zhenren away, but it only blew the ends of her hair.

Along with this gust of evil wind, there was also an angry male voice:

"You bold thief, how dare you set your sights on our Xuan Nation's True Dragon? Let go of your hand!"

Du Xinghe smiled: "Can a mere regret stop me?"

Amidst the chilling wind, a figure dressed in a dark black Taoist robe woven with gold appeared in the center of the temple. The man had black hair like silk, a graceful demeanor, and a whisk in his hand.

It is a pity that I could escape her divine scrutiny.

This person might have been more accomplished than her in his lifetime.

But after staying here for so many years, there is only so much I can do.

Facing Du Xinghe's question, the man became even more angry: "You don't know how important this dragon is to Xuan Nation. It has the power to destroy the world..."

"How can a body destroy the world?"

Du Xinghe tilted his head: "Is it possible to find its soul and put it back into its body?"

Faced with this questioning, the man remained silent.

Du Xinghe was surprised: "Really?"

She didn't doubt Xuan Guo's ability. He had mastered the secret technique of taking away other people's realm fortune. What else could he not do? But her eyes suddenly became gloomy: "Since it is so important, we can't keep it."

To weaken the enemy is to strengthen yourself.

The man was very anxious: "Wait, aren't you from Xuan country? If you want to make a profit, you can just take away other secret treasures in the dragon vein!"

"...Ah? How do you know I'm from Xuan Country?"

This is somewhat offensive.

But if you have to count, Du Xinghe's parents were indeed Xuan people who died at the hands of Emperor Xuan.

With such a hatred of extermination of the entire family, if you want to talk about friendship with her, you must at least clean up the royal family before you can talk about it.

The man just showed a smug look when Du Xinghe's eyes fell on his whisk. He thought for a moment and smiled, "Wait, are you Mi Fengzi?"

“I never thought that after so many years, there would still be younger generations who could recognize my Dao name.”

Mi Fengzi was even happier.

However, he was not happy for more than two seconds, because the madman in front of him took out a whisk from his storage ring that looked exactly like the one in his hand, and even had some of his aura. The smile froze on his face immediately: "You..."

He never let go of this whisk. Even if he failed to become an immortal in the future, he would definitely take it with him as a burial object.

It can be seen that this madman is also a hateful tomb robber!
It's ok to rob the tomb, but how come the younger generation secretly hid his burial objects! Didn't they learn that men and women should not touch each other? When he left this regret, he didn't even have a Taoist partner, and he had never even touched the hands of a female cultivator!
Mi Fengzi was both embarrassed and annoyed.

Du Xinghe nodded calmly: "Of course I remember. Mi Fengzi, whose bones and muscles were broken by the national teacher, your jade-like spiritual bones were taken out with meticulous means, placed on a brocade plate, and delivered to the Xuan Emperor."

In one of the drawers was Mi Fengzi's whisk.

Mi Fengzi's face turned from red to white, clearly filled with disbelief.

"You are slandering me." "Can a residual image see its own memories? Anyway, let's try it."

Du Xinghe waved at him.

Mi Fengzi stared at her hands and felt that this beautiful female cultivator was like the most bewitching Shura.

He should have scolded her for her nonsense.

How can you believe what a thief says?

But in fact, he seemed to be controlled, and came to her involuntarily, holding the whisk lightly.

The whisk had his own aura on it, and the two superimposed on each other without the slightest obstruction.

Mi Fengzi was a cultivator who was very popular with Emperor Xuan, so he would be brought along when worshipping the dragon veins. He was proud of this and often showed off to fellow Taoists. When Emperor Xuan was troubled by the golden dragon, he also confided in him. He regarded Emperor Xuan as a confidant and wanted to help him solve the problem. So he, who had always been obsessed with cultivation, put aside his daily studies and turned to study the method of letting the golden dragon regain its soul.

Mi Fengzi searched through ancient books, sought out countless experts, combined his own ideas, and finally came up with a solution -

He opened up the connection between the Dragon Vein Palace and Baiyujing.

While using Baiyujing's divine power to nourish the young dragon's body, he was looking for the most suitable soul in Xuan Kingdom, and then finding a way to refine it into it through the Hall of Samsara.

After arranging everything, Mi Fengzi, out of selfish motives, left a shadow of himself in the Dragon Vein Palace.

He thought that since his cultivation had been delayed like this, he might have no hope of ascending to heaven. However, he had helped His Majesty so much, and even if he could not become a high-ranking official in the future, at least his descendants would benefit from it and live a very glorious life.

Or maybe he attained enlightenment one day and truly ascended to heaven.

No matter which possibility it was, he would most likely not be able to see the golden dragon wake up again with his own eyes.

At least, his afterimage can witness this great moment.

But when he integrated the memories left in the whisk, Mi Fengzi realized that neither of the two futures had happened.

Not long after he solved Emperor Xuan's troubles, Emperor Xuan solved him.

Mi Fengzi was speechless for a long time.

After a moment, he said: "Emperor Xuan, I will fuck you, the immortal!"

If he can't swear, then he will have nothing to say.

There is a tacit understanding between him and Emperor Xuan that cannot be deceived by outsiders through fabricated illusions.

The one who killed him was indeed His Majesty, whom he regarded as his confidant.

"I treat him as a confidant, but he treats me as a fool?"

Mi Fengzi couldn't believe it.

Du Xinghe comforted him: "A gentleman will die for his friend. You have done it!"

Mi Fengzi threw his beloved whisk to the ground and said, "Get lost."

Du Xinghe raised her hand slightly, and the whisk returned to her hand and she put it into the storage ring.

Mi Fengzi's eyes changed when he looked at her: "You... forget it, I won't ask you how you got here. Why did you take my whisk? This is my favorite thing when I was alive. If you help me take it and bury it with my body, I'll just consider it as a favor I owe you."

Crossing the Galaxy: "..."

Seeing her silence, Mi Fengzi was a little annoyed: "How come you young people don't respect the elderly at all? What's wrong with helping me?"

"It's not that I don't want to help you."

"Then why don't you say anything? Promise me now!"

Since he made such a strong request, Du Xinghe said, "You were crushed to ashes by Emperor Xuan. I can't find your body."

Mi Fengzi: “…”

A strange wind blew through the temple, making faint sounds, as if someone was sobbing softly.

Du Xinghe spread his hands: "If I really tell you, you won't be happy."

Mi Fengzi's lips pursed and she almost cried.

The afterimage is different from the original body and cannot be equated with the complete person. It is more determined by the person's mood when the afterimage was left behind.

Obviously, when Mi Fengzi secretly left his afterimage in the Golden Dragon Palace, he was holding on to beautiful expectations and excitement for Emperor Xuan - by the time his plan succeeded, he should have passed away of old age, and when Emperor Xuan came to worship the dragon vein and saw the afterimage of his confidant, he should have smiled knowingly, right?

But in the end, the cruel truth was revealed in Du Xinghe.

No matter how strong one's faith in Taoism is, it will inevitably be shattered to pieces.

Mi Fengzi endured it and finally didn't cry in front of his juniors, but he couldn't help but said angrily: "I helped him find the most suitable mother body in Xuan Kingdom to cultivate a new golden dragon soul, and I spent a lot of money to get close to Du Chiguang and get in touch with his wife... I did all the bad things for Emperor Xuan, but he actually betrayed me like this! Me! He even crushed me to ashes!... You have a grudge against Emperor Xuan, right? I'll tell you all his secrets! Go and get revenge! You can cut this young dragon or stew it as you like. By the way, I can't call you a thief, what is your honorific title, fellow Taoist?"

Xue Ming trembled slightly in her hands.

Du Xinghe's face remained calm: "Fairy Xinghe."

"Ah ha, what a coincidence. At that time, Du Chiguang's unborn child was almost named Xinghe. Later, His Majesty said that he and the child were destined to be together, so he could name the child. So he changed the name to Yunya, Du Yunya, which sounds like a name for a boy."

Du Xinghe smiled and said, "No wonder you can become close friends with Emperor Xuan, you are such a talkative person."

"It's easy to spend a hundred years in seclusion without seeing another living person. It's so boring to not talk."

Mi Fengzi said.

Du Xinghe then asked him, what would happen to the child who was regarded as the golden dragon's soul? Would he turn into a golden dragon? What about his original consciousness?
"Nature no longer exists."

“It no longer exists…”

Du Xinghe repeated his words.

When choosing a background to release, the Palace Fighting Invincible System rarely chooses a background that has nothing to do with the palace.

The difficulty is too great.

If she is not a spy from an enemy country, she must at least be someone who can be selected into the palace.

It was also expected that she would be reborn as the daughter of a wealthy family.

only……

"I'm not used to people calling me the Galaxy Fairy yet, so you should just call me by my real name."

"Okay, okay."

Mi Fengzi was worried that no one would join him in scolding Emperor Xuan.

As the saying goes, the fastest way for two strangers to get closer is not to find common hobbies, but to insult common enemies together. He can't wait to make Fairy Xinghe his confidant and start scolding Emperor Xuan. Exchanging real names is a good start!
All I heard was her continue: "My name is Du Xinghe."

"..."

Mi Fengzi's face froze.

Xue Ming made a sword flower in Du Xinghe's hand, and saw his expression change from astonishment, shock... to embarrassment, as if he wanted to find some words to make up for it. Before he could speak, she said, "It's okay. I won't bother with someone who was also wiped out and had his ashes pulverized. Do you want me to dig out your ashes and grind them again? I don't think it's necessary. You said that this young dragon has the power to destroy the world, so teach me how to use it."

The young dragon was in her hands, its body rising and falling slightly with its breathing.

"Help me to avenge Emperor Xuan, and we will settle our karma."

The female cultivator's eyes were as sharp as knives, and Mi Fengzi was unable to say a word to defend herself.

After all, he was wrong.

It is normal for high-level monks to not take other people's lives seriously, let alone an unborn baby.

Mi Fengzi thought that he was just taking a child away for the future of Xuan Kingdom. Emperor Xuan was so kind that he would definitely double the compensation and then he could have another child when the time came.

But in front of him now was the child himself.

"...The golden dragon bred by Xuan Country died a long time ago. The dragon vein you saw is its corpse. This is the second one, and it didn't survive... I don't know why, but when it was bred, there was only a shell."

Mi Fengzi took a deep breath and continued, "Without the support of the soul, it can't grow up at all and will die soon. Even if it wants to keep its body alive, it needs to consume a huge amount of spiritual energy. In this world, even in the secret realm, it is impossible to find such abundant spiritual energy. So I thought of Baiyujing, the world after ascension. Do you know Baiyujing?"

"I've seen him a few times."

"I've seen you several times and you're still alive. You're lucky." Mi Fengzi was not surprised. "Such a young Yuanying powerhouse must be extremely lucky."

Du Xinghe told him about his previous experience with the gate, and he nodded and said, "Although Emperor Xuan failed to get you, your fate has long been closely linked to that of the young dragon. The young dragon has been nurtured by Baiyujing for many years, so it is reasonable that the other side of the gate is attracted by your aura."

This explains why the evil creature behind the door took the initiative to look for her last time.

It turns out that her "other half" has been absorbing other people's spiritual energy for so long. Who else can she go to for settlement if not her?
"The original plan was to refine you and stuff you into the young dragon, but now I wish Emperor Xuan would die, so I have another solution."

Mi Fengzi pointed the whisk in his hand at the young dragon on the brocade plate and said, "You absorbed it."

"I?"

It’s not like I haven’t thought about crossing the galaxy.

But without a soul, just a body, it may not bring much improvement to her.

Furthermore, the martial arts she practiced, even the "Gu Shen Jue" which was regarded as an evil martial art, was not about refining living things to strengthen oneself. She had never practiced this kind of martial arts: "I don't know how to do it. I haven't learned it."

"It doesn't matter if you haven't learned it before. I'll teach you."

Mi Fengzi watched his emotions fluctuate greatly, and a lot of nonsense poured out.

But his tone at this moment was extremely confident: "I can solve a big problem for Emperor Xuan, so I can naturally create a new problem for him."

"I don't have much time. After Longmai disappeared in Xuan Country, I came to the secret forbidden sea for some reason. I am traveling with another sword cultivator and cannot stay here for long."

Jianshanzi’s problem is easy to deal with.

But if a monk stays in the secret realm for too long, he will be automatically expelled.

This is the law of the secret realm itself, which cannot be changed by human power.

Mi Fengzi's expression remained unchanged: "If it were someone else, it might take some time to fuse the young dragon, but you don't have to. You are the most suitable soul for it, and it is the most suitable body for you. When it comes to devouring and taking over other bodies, the strong are respected."

While Du Xinghe was listening to him, he found the props to identify authenticity through the Palace Fighting Invincible System.

Palace Fighting System: [Host, knowing whether this Taoist priest is telling the truth or a lie, how does it help you in the palace fighting? ]

Du Xinghe: [I am about to devour the dragon vein, he is helping me. ]

After hearing this, the system was shocked.

Palace Fighting System: [Swallow, swallow the dragon vein... Is this content that can be broadcast? Oh, host, why didn't you tell me earlier! The system will definitely do its best to help! ]

Then he pushed at least one T-capacity of bedroom techniques to Du Xinghe.

Du Xinghe blankly treated these sex techniques as advertisements and crossed them all out: [Thank you, but I don’t need it. I’m an expert.]

After determining that Mi Fengzi was telling the truth, Du Xinghe felt at ease to do as he taught.

He was only halfway through teaching when he said, "If you have the chance, you must grind Emperor Xuan to dust and avenge me."

"Do I look like someone who would show mercy?"

"Women are easily soft-hearted..."

Du Xinghe smiled and said: "If your body still exists in the world, I will definitely dig it out and whip it a hundred times."

Mi Fengzi decisively shut up and was quiet for a moment before teaching her again how to refine the young dragon.

Du Xinghe wrapped the young dragon with his spiritual consciousness, and sure enough, after a while, he felt a vague attraction from the young dragon's body - a body without a soul but not dead is most likely to attract wandering ghosts to live in it, but the body of this golden dragon is too strong, and it is a divine object in itself. Ordinary souls will die if they touch it, and even the souls of high-level cultivators will be repelled by it.

"The Emperor Xuan once proposed whether it is possible to find a ready-made powerful soul to be put into it."

"At the time, I just thought that Emperor Xuan was too impatient. I never thought about where the ready-made powerful souls came from for you to abuse."

"I didn't think deeply enough and underestimated his viciousness."

Mi Fengzi sighed lightly and continued, "You are different. You are the most suitable for him. You are his soul made by heaven and earth, and he is also the most suitable body for you. Use your power to possess him and don't be shaken."

Sure enough, the young dragon did not resist at all and allowed her spiritual consciousness to penetrate deeply into it.

The "Gu Shen Jue" in her heart was also stimulated, and its divine light shone brightly.

As the two merged, the surrounding spiritual energy was also slowly absorbed.