My Lady Always Lacks Ambition-Chapter 1013 - 986: Fate Not Yet Exhausted, Reunion with an Old Friend

Chapter 1013: Chapter 986: Fate Not Yet Exhausted, Reunion with an Old Friend

The State Preceptor came out of Changsheng Hall and walked all the way to the western chambers of the Imperial Palace. Above the hall door hung a plaque of Wushang Palace, which belonged to his quarters.

Inside the palace, a faint scent of medicine lingered. Upon seeing him approach, a little Immortal Child with red lips and white teeth, dressed in a Daoist robe, hurried to greet him: "The State Preceptor has returned."

"Hmm." The State Preceptor walked to the Pill Furnace, flicked the snow-white horsetail whisk in his hand, and said: "Watch the fire carefully, don’t waste these materials."

"Disciple understands."

Only then did the State Preceptor return to his cultivation hall. He first took a jade bottle from the shelf and poured out an elixir pill with a ginseng fragrance. He sniffed it before putting it into his mouth and swallowing it.

Although the pill was made from thousand-year-old ginseng, it was never as good as the genuine thousand-year-old ginseng that had absorbed the essence of the sun and moon and developed spiritual wisdom, which was truly a miraculous tonic.

A breeze blew past, and the State Preceptor’s body shuddered slightly. He immediately lit one stick of incense and came to the statue in the hall, respectfully bowing three times, muttering: "Divine, I offer my disciple’s worship..."

Inserting the incense into the incense burner, he sat cross-legged on the cushion, made sealing gestures with his hands above his knees, the horsetail whisk resting crookedly in the crook of his arm, a faint smile on his lips.

As long as the Divine blesses him and helps him seize this true Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure, the Immortal Pill would be within reach!

Once he attains the true Immortal Dao, he would be the genuine heir of Heavenly Master Zhang’s teachings, not like that Qinglan old Taoist. Their Qingyun Temple is truly under the lineage of Heavenly Master Zhang!

Qin Liuxi stood at the top floor of Jiuxuan, gazing into the direction of the Imperial Palace. Purple mist enshrouds it, the nation’s fortune is yet to exhaust, but alas, a gap appeared.

"Did you see anything?"

A fox head emerged from a shoulder.

Pop.

Qin Liuxi flicked her hand, flipping it over, landing on the rooftop, lying sideways, supporting his head with one hand, his long, narrow fox eyes slanted at her: "Little heartless one, how could you treat him like this?"

"Have you frequented the brothels more often these years? See how frivolous you’ve become." Qin Liuxi scoffed softly and said: "Now is uneasy times, and such a State Preceptor arrives at this place. Avoid using Demon Art recklessly. Now with the snow disaster, if your aura is detected, beware that you might get blamed."

Feng Xiu jumped up: "Could he be more shameless? Clearly, he stirred complaints, incited heaven’s wrath, leading to this disaster. More troubles haven’t even emerged yet, or else he should write an apology letter."

Qin Liuxi said calmly: "No Emperor likes to admit their mistakes. If there is one, it would be others’ mistakes, especially for a muddled ruler."

Though Emperor Kangwu was not without accomplishments, at least during his thirty-year reign, the people lived peacefully. However, as he aged, fearing facing death, he became somewhat foolish in his actions.

No emperor wishes to die.

Qin Liuxi gazed at him and said: "For an emperor who seeks immortality, if he got hold of a thousand-year Demon Core..."

Feng Xiu rushed over, exaggeratedly shouting: "Afraid, seek protection!"

Qin Liuxi stepped back a few paces, glared at him: "Would you die without being cheeky?"

Feng Xiu rubbed his nose, bored, and gazed again towards the Imperial Palace, asking: "Do you intend to explore the State Preceptor’s background?"

"Have you seen him?"

Feng Xiu nodded: "Not seen face to face, but that guy is not merely a fraud but originated from the Righteous Path with some skill. Though the elixirs he makes are common, they are not fake. Certainly, even our Changsheng Hall’s attendants can make those ordinary ones. It’s just branded with the State Preceptor’s name, is quite prestigious, and the Saint bestowed some pills upon ministers. I examined them, and indeed they’re just regular Nourishing God Pills."

Qin Liuxi remained indifferent, sneering: "Truly of Righteous Path origin, any aware would know making elixirs for emperors drives populace to suffer. Not to mention building Immortal Palaces, wasting resources he wouldn’t fear being struck by lightning?"

Feng Xiu said: "If he kept making such elixirs, it wouldn’t cause harm, so naturally won’t bear much karma."

"Try consuming vermillion elixirs daily? Let’s see if accumulated toxicity might be deadly?" Qin Liuxi said calmly: "All medicine has three parts poison. If overdosed, the body cannot withstand it."

Even in an era filled with Spiritual Energy, cultivators raised by elixirs might advance rapidly but have weak foundations, incomparable to the steady growth by years of cultivation. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Not to mention now, with scarce Spiritual Energy, mortals hardly endure elixir toxicity? Back then, great-grandfather had troubles due to elixirs, likely because of elixir toxicity.

Qin Liuxi further asked: "You said he’s from Righteous Path? Which sect?"

"Reportedly trained under Heavenly Master Zhang, initially the temple master of Qingyun Temple, northeast, was brought back by the Crown Prince’s discerning vision. I inquired through the Yellow Immortals family, indeed such temple exists. Devotees worship Heavenly Master Zhang, are skilled in the art of alchemy, thus renowned locally with decent incense offerings."

Feng Xiu recalled what they said, adding: "Also, reportedly Qingyun Temple initially same sect as Qinglan Temple, maybe due to disagreements in youth, hence Supreme Master established a separate sect."

Qin Liuxi seemed surprised, pressed her tongue against her cheek, saying: "So the Wushang Palace Master is supposedly a fellow disciple of Qinglan Temple Master? Wondering if he knows his fellow disciple became a State Preceptor!"

Feng Xiu spread his hands; he hadn’t seen Qinglan Temple Master in recent years, hence unable to answer.

Suddenly, Qin Liuxi’s gaze landed in a street corner; someone emerged from a tea house, donned a hood, mounted against the wind and snow, their face, cold as ice needles, was unfamiliar to her.

Qi Qian, it has been long.

On horseback, legs clamped the horse’s belly, about to gallop, as though sensing something, he raised his head to look over, his indifferent eyes turning slightly surprised.

The two gazed at each other.

Feng Xiu raised a brow: "Others are Princes, he is a Prince, yet became the most ill-reputed and least liked. Other Princes received titles, while he remains the Prince Rui, tsk."

Qin Liuxi rolled her eyes at him, waved to Qi Qian, then descended from the roof of Jiuxuan.

Qi Qian tightened his reins, pursed his lips, snowflakes fell gently, striking the hood; still, he felt the chill.

She has returned, heard after her master’s passing, she vanished for three years. Numerous sought her for healing and teachings without success, including him.

Now she’s back, yet he feels hesitant to face her.

Due to his unfavorable identity.

Qi Qian urged his horse before Jiuxuan Sect’s entrance, hesitated long until its usually half-closed red door opened without auction, a staff ushered him inside, then he dismounted.

He wished to ask her about what she mentioned before—did her father kill his father, referring to the man and his father?