Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
"Are you intentionally trying to tempt me?"
Looking at Chen Anlin's demeanor, Wu Xixue narrowed her eyes.
Little Anzi has quite the audacity, daring to tease her so openly now. What will happen in the future? She definitely needs to give him a lesson.
Little Anzi, you’ve really overstepped this time.
Her tone suddenly turned casual. "Thanks to Sister Dou'er and your brilliant decisions, Your Majesty," Chen Anlin knew exactly how to flatter. However, the flattery that used to work during the trial of spirits no longer seemed effective now.
He raised his head and saw Wu Xixue's expression was cold, as if he owed her money.
"Stop with the flattery; you're being too obvious, you know?" she said. "I received intelligence that you killed quite a few of those noble youths in that secret place."
"Your Majesty, those people were all trying to deal with me, and each one of them had ulterior motives," Chen Anlin replied, but suddenly he hesitated.
"What were they shouting?" Wu Xixue frowned.
Little Anzi dared not speak.
Chen Anlin lowered his head, looking pitiful as he said, "When did you become so timid? Speak freely; I promise I won’t be angry." The Empress waved her hand dismissively, appearing unconcerned.
"They said the Empress is incompetent and that the Great Zhou is doomed."
Boom!
Suddenly, Wu Xixue's expression turned icy, and a powerful pressure nearly bent Chen Anlin's waist.
"Your Majesty, please calm your anger; I have dealt with all those scoundrels!" Chen Anlin immediately held his breath and spoke seriously.
Wu Xixue nodded: "From now on, if you see these people spreading nonsense, kill them without mercy."
"Understood."
"You rest for a few days, and then we’ll go out together."
"Ah? Where to?"
"You'll find out then." Wu Xixue suddenly remembered something else and asked, "By the way, what about the continuation of that story you wrote last time?"
She had finished reading the story Chen Anlin sent her a few days ago, and crucially, she had reached the climax of the plot. This guy actually left her hanging at such an exciting moment.
At this moment, the female lead was in the midst of showing off and slapping everyone in the face. How could you interrupt at such a critical point? What’s the difference between that and being halfway through a bowel movement?
Just thinking about it made her feel itchy, as if countless ants were crawling all over her.
Ah, what about the follow-up content?
Chen Anlin paused for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, I have indeed written some follow-up content these past few days. I was planning to publish it to earn some pocket money. If Your Majesty wants it..." His implication was clear: could he get some benefits in return?
Hmph!
Wu Xixue secretly thought it was pretentious of him to even ask her for something in return. She didn’t bother with small talk and directly replied, "I promise you, every three days from now on, you can cultivate for half a day in the Gathering Spirit Array!"
"But I don’t know how to absorb spiritual energy," Chen Anlin said helplessly. According to Bai Yu's words, to cultivate immortality, one not only needed breathing techniques but also spiritual seeds.
Having a spiritual seed was equivalent to having a spiritual root; only then could one cultivate. As for Wu Xixue, Chen Anlin guessed that she must have obtained some opportunity and possessed a spiritual seed, which meant she could definitely cultivate. However, due to the lack of spiritual energy in this realm, her progress was not fast.
"I can teach you how to cultivate with spiritual energy; that will be more effective."
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Chen Anlin was instantly overjoyed.
Indeed, his initial approach of writing for the Empress was correct; look at how she urged him for more content. This was the right way to prompt for updates!
Chen Anlin quickly took out his manuscript. "Your Majesty, please take a look; this is what I’ve written these past few days."
Wu Xixue took it and thought for a moment; this time she had learned her lesson and flipped straight to the last page. Upon seeing it, her nose nearly crinkled in anger—the last chapter was yet another cliffhanger.
Is there really such a heartless person in this realm?
Chen Anlin had been feeling quite pleased with himself, thinking that he would be able to come here every three days to cultivate. But unexpectedly, in the next moment, Wu Xixue emitted a terrifying aura that made one's heart race.
Chen Anlin quickly realized what was happening and lowered his head cautiously. "Your Majesty, why are you suddenly angry?"
"How dare you leave me hanging again with just a few dozen chapters! Chen Anlin, do you have the audacity to tempt me on purpose?"
"I’m wronged! I just happened to write up to this point; yes, it’s purely coincidental!" At this moment, he absolutely could not admit to anything.
"Hmph! I don’t want to hear your explanation. You have three days to write another chapter; otherwise, you won’t be allowed to come here to cultivate."
Chen Anlin could hardly believe what was happening. "Is this really necessary? You're putting so much pressure on me!" He felt utterly speechless, yet he couldn't dare to refuse. After all, this was a matter concerning his cultivation—how could he say no?
"Your Majesty, you're being too demanding. Could you ease up a bit and let me breathe?" All Chen Anlin wanted was for things to be a little less intense. Even if it meant reducing the workload by ten or twenty chapters, that would suffice.
"No, if you can't complete it, then so be it," Wu Xixue replied firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.
"Uh, Your Majesty, I believe that if I just pull a few all-nighters, I can manage to finish it. Please, Your Majesty, let me off the hook!" Since he couldn't negotiate his way out of this predicament, he resigned himself to his fate.
"Enough of this. It's time to eat." Just then, the kitchen staff brought in the dishes.
This was palace cuisine. Ever since his last meal here, Chen Anlin had even asked the Empress for the royal recipes so he could try cooking them himself. As he gazed at the array of delicacies laid out on the table in the pavilion, he couldn't help but swallow hard.
Half an hour passed. Chen Anlin was nearly bursting from overeating. Yang Dou, who was dining with him, looked at him incredulously. "Anlin, if you can't eat anymore, just take it easy. Overindulging isn't good for your health."
As she spoke, Yang Dou glanced up and noticed something odd about Wu Xixue. While they were eating together, the Empress had been engrossed in a storybook. But now, as she read, her face had suddenly flushed red.
What on earth was written in that book?
Finally, Wu Xixue spoke up, frowning slightly. "There are many strange terms in this storybook that I haven't heard before."
"Huh? What do you mean, Your Majesty?" Chen Anlin asked.
"For example," she continued with a serious expression, "this phrase: 'Little girl, be careful or I'll use my old man’s cart on you until you beg for mercy!' What does 'old man’s cart' mean?"
Chen Anlin was taken aback. "Wait a minute! The Empress doesn't know this either?"
He had simply written it off the top of his head to add some excitement to the story. He never expected that the Empress would be unfamiliar with such expressions.
How can this be explained? Surely, he couldn't just say to the Empress, "Your Majesty, let me demonstrate for you." He could guarantee that if he did that, he would definitely be killed.
After some thought, Chen Anlin decided it was best not to tell the Empress the truth. Sometimes, a kind lie is better than the truth.
"Your Majesty, what I mean by 'pushing the cart' is that I would roll a unicycle over someone else. It's a form of torture," Chen Anlin said with utmost certainty.
"Really?"
Wu Xixue looked at Chen Anlin suspiciously. "You seem off."
She felt that this explanation didn't quite fit and was skeptical about it. Without evidence, she had to let it go.
After they had eaten enough, Chen Anlin and Yang Dou began playing dice.
Before long, Yang Dou lost several rounds in a row, her pretty face turning from red to purple from drinking.
For some reason, when Yang Dou was tipsy, her beautiful eyes fixed intently on Chen Anlin.
Chen Anlin glanced at Yang Dou and quickly avoided her gaze.
There was no helping it; Sister Dou's current stare was like that of a hungry wolf, ready to devour him whole. It was somewhat frightening.
This scene happened to be noticed by Wu Xixue.
She smiled slightly, thinking to herself that even Chen Anlin could be shy at times?
"Little Anzi, are you too shy to look at Dou'er? You have your shy moments too?"
Chen Anlin replied seriously, "Your Majesty, it's not like that. I'm intentionally avoiding Sister Dou's gaze. Sometimes I also avoid the gazes of other women because I'm just too outstanding. Every time I make eye contact with those girls, it could become a deeply memorable moment for them. It's quite helpless for me."
Wu Xixue's mouth twitched: "You can leave now."
With a whoosh, a burst of energy sent Chen Anlin flying unexpectedly.
"Your Majesty, I will be back!"
This kid really knows how to boast.
He Xixue shook her head in disbelief.
The next morning.
Chen Anlin woke up early, preparing to refine the medicinal liquid. During these days outside, he had not been idle. With the seedlings given to him by Wu Qianlian, he had used spiritual liquid to cultivate them, and they were nearly ready!
Now, it was time to officially begin the alchemy process. Once the medicinal liquid was completed, it would be given to Wu Qianlian, and the poison within her would be resolved effortlessly. At that point, he would finally fulfill Elder Wu Qigang's entrusted task. This was a significant favor—an enormous one!
Sitting cross-legged on the mat, Chen Anlin laid out the medicinal materials one by one. Following the memories of refining the medicinal liquid, he began his work. The poison in Wu Qianlian was no trivial matter, and the spiritual herbs in his possession were far from ordinary; they were all aged.
Calculating it all, he realized that he had nearly exhausted all his spiritual liquid to cultivate these herbs. The small blue vial could only produce a drop each day; if it weren't for some initial stock, it would have taken at least another month to grow these spiritual herbs.
After a day’s time, the medicinal liquid was finally refined. He hurried to the Insight Platform and found Wu Qigang and Wu Qianlian there. Recently, Wu Qianlian had been practicing with her grandfather and had comprehended a technique on the Insight Platform. Unfortunately, mere comprehension was not enough; her cultivation level continued to decline.
It was evident that her smile had become increasingly rare, replaced by a look of sorrow. Currently, her cultivation level had dropped to only the eighth rank. If this continued, she might become too weak and perish.
Hmm? Young Master Chen has arrived.
Seeing Chen Anlin's carriage approach, Wu Qigang's gaze sharpened with joy: "Granddaughter, Young Master Chen must be here to save you!"
Wu Qianlian was also very excited and rushed out: "Young Master Chen!"
"Sister Wu, guess what I brought!" Chen Anlin smiled teasingly.
Could it be the antidote?
"You're quite perceptive," Chen Anlin replied with a grin.
"Young Master Chen, has the antidote really been completed?" Wu Qigang asked eagerly.
"Old Wu, please take a look at this." Chen Anlin produced a jade vial.
Comment 0 Comment Count