The only real daughter-in-law.

This concept made Ying Wuji a little headache.

But now is not the time to worry, the end of the Mingdu is about to appear, and all the rules may be revealed.

The war in the new land in the north is a battle of attack and defense on the city wall. He doesn't need to intervene at all. It's enough to have concrete.

There is no need for him, a military idiot, to participate in the war in Anyi of Mingdu.

So, he has a chance to mix with those dogs from the "For My Sect" and search for the rules together.

As long as he finds out the secret of the demon seed and solves the hidden danger on Hua Chao's body.

He will confess everything.

As for the consequences...

He doesn't dare to think too much, he can only let it be.

"Wuji! Why are you frowning?"

Hua Chao looked at him with some worry.

Ying Wuji smiled and shook his head, "It's nothing! It's just that there have been a lot of things recently, and my head is a little tired."

Hua Chao pressed him on the stone bench and gently rubbed his temples. "If you're tired, then take a rest! National affairs are indeed important, but if you collapse from exhaustion, it will also be a loss for national affairs! Moreover, Mother will be back soon, and she will feel sorry for you if you look so haggard!"

"Yeah!"

Ying Wuji smiled, "Mother shouldn't feel too sorry. After all, you have taken care of me so well!"

A blush appeared on Hua Chao's pretty face, and there was even more shyness in her smile. She had never been so shy when she confided in Ying Wuji.

Now that she was about to meet her mother-in-law, she felt a little at a loss.

She thought for a moment and asked softly, "Wuji, do you think... Mother will be satisfied with me?"

Ying Wuji nodded, "She definitely will!"

Hua Chao gave him a reproachful look, "You're not Mother, how can you be so sure?"

"I'm not Mother, but I am sure!"

Ying Wuji smirked, "If she is not satisfied with you, then I'll find another mother who is satisfied with you, to make sure you have a satisfied mother-in-law."

Hua Chao was stunned for a moment, then lightly spat, "You even make jokes about my mother, you're not a good person. I won't talk to you anymore!"

With that, she hummed a tune and went back to the house.

In front of the new glass mirror that Ying Wuji had just given her, she kept trying on clothes.

Even an ugly daughter-in-law has to meet her in-laws.

Not to mention she is not ugly.

Ying Wuji couldn't help but smile. It seemed that no matter how obedient a woman was, she would care about the "mother-in-law and daughter-in-law falling into the water at the same time" problem. Regardless of other things, he should coax her first.

After all, his good days may not last long.

As for his birth mother...

Ying Wuji silently knocked his head in his heart.

He stretched and followed her into the house, feeling extremely tired.

So during this period, he either stayed awake or slept.

There seems to be something wrong.

But it doesn't matter.

What matters is that he needs to rest now. As for the matter of the mirror, he can deal with it after he wakes up. After all, it's still early, and the efficiency of the Mohist Society is very high. Those Mohists can work hard in two shifts, and it's not a problem to work at full capacity.

By mid-June at the latest, the one hundred thousand mirrors will be completed.

It's not too late to go after waking up.

But after lying down, he realized that although he was exhausted, he wasn't sleepy at all.

So he lay on his side and watched Hua Chao change clothes.

It was almost summer now, and Hua Chao's clothes were no longer as thick as in winter. The light fabric couldn't hide her graceful figure, which made Ying Wuji's heart burn with desire.

Especially in this pure and tempting dress-up game, it kept teasing his heartstrings.

Since they had a substantial relationship, Hua Chao had become more and more feminine.

Just like a ripe peach.

A gentle bite.

And water would come out.

But unfortunately, his injuries were too much to bear, and he could only sigh at the beauty.

Hua Chao seemed to feel his burning gaze and turned around, smiling at him, "Why are you not sleeping and staring at me?"

Ying Wuji pouted, "You look so beautiful, and you're tempting me in front of me. How can I sleep?"

"Tsk!"

Hua Chao lightly spat, "Since you can't sleep, then help me decide which one is suitable for meeting Mother when we go out of the city gate?"

"Go out of the city gate?"

The arrival of Bai Yi was given great respect by the Li Kingdom.

The King of Li personally welcomed her, and although Crown Prince Zhao Ning couldn't be present due to his closed-door cultivation, the Crown Princess would be there to represent him, and Princess Yuanyang would also attend.

The closed-door cultivation was obviously a lie.

Even if Princess Yuanyang's identity was insignificant, she had to come out to welcome her mother-in-law. Otherwise, it would not be enough to show the importance of Ying Wuji. Although this was just a superficial thing, it couldn't be neglected.

So they had to come up with this magical but acceptable operation.

Originally, Tang Tang didn't need to come.

But now Tang Tang was here.

And Hua Chao's sister was also going?

Sigh...

"Yes!"

Hua Chao pursed her lips, her eyes filled with excitement. "I was a little hesitant at first, after all, I have no name or status. But I thought about it. It's Mother's first visit to Jiangcheng, it would be impolite if I don't go, right? So I went to the palace yesterday to see His Majesty and unexpectedly, His Majesty agreed."

"..."

Old man, you...

Ying Wuji roughly understood Zhao Ji's meaning. Luo Yan is now fighting fiercely in the new land, and all the rules that offend the nobles are announced by him.

Those small nobles who moved to the new land are being educated by him.

Now, Luo Yan has faintly become the enemy of the new land nobles.

As the father, he shed so much blood for the Li Kingdom.

As the daughter, she only made a small request.

He and Luo Yan are both monarch and minister, as well as old friends. Can he refuse?

Consequences?

What consequences?

It's just a matter of a scumbag being exposed for playing both sides.

Just coax her a little, at most, there will be a little conflict.

Ying Wuji understood Zhao Ji's thoughts very well.

But the problem is...

You don't know about the demon seed!

I can't bear this tiny bit of conflict!

What should I do?

Since Zhao Ji did this, it means that he has given up on the so-called royal face.

No!

It's not giving up, it's just actively separating the "royal face" from the "princess marriage".

At that time, Hua Chao's performance will definitely not be so restrained.

And Tang Tang is not stupid...Hua Chao saw her silence and became somewhat cautious: "Wuji, you... don't want me to go?"

"Of course I want!"

Ying Wuji quickly said, thought for a moment and smiled: "But my nominal legal wife is still Yuan Yang after all, although it's just a political marriage, it also represents the dignity of the royal family..."

Hua Chao waved her hand with a smile: "It's alright! His Majesty must be an extremely intelligent person, how could he not understand the meaning behind it? Since His Majesty agreed, it means he doesn't care about the so-called dignity of the royal family."

Ying Wuji: "..."

The silence lasted for a short time.

But it was enough to gradually fade the smile on Hua Chao's face.

She tightly clenched the clothes in front of her chest with her youthful fingers, her eyes filled with mist: "Wuji! If His Majesty doesn't care, do you care... or is it that you don't want to embarrass Princess Yuan Yang? But... I am the one who sincerely wants to be your wife!"

"No no no! What are you thinking?"

Ying Wuji saw that she was about to cry, quickly hugged her, took the clothes from her hand and threw them aside, smiling mischievously: "What I mean is, how can you see your mother dressed like this? When Princess Yuan Yang is wearing gold and silver, if you wear this, others will immediately see who is older and who is younger."

"Ah?"

Hua Chao was stunned for a moment, feeling like it made sense. Although her clothes were enough for most occasions, this time she was going to appear with the royal family, and it was also to welcome her mother-in-law.

Wearing this would definitely make her feel inferior in front of Princess Yuan Yang.

So that's what Wuji was worried about!

He's so warm.

I'm so touched.

While feeling relieved, she also felt a little flustered: "Then what should I do? There are only three days left..."

Ying Wuji smiled: "It's okay, three days is enough. I will call the ceremonial officer from the palace, within the rules of etiquette, I guarantee that they will do their best for you."

Hua Chao nodded heavily: "Okay!"

Ying Wuji embraced her waist, caressed her neck, face, and ears, making her blush, and then he left the Marquis's residence in a hurry.

Seeing his cheerful figure, Hua Chao felt ashamed and guilty.

Why did she think Wuji cared so much about Princess Yuan Yang's feelings?

Wuji loves her so much, how could he have feelings for other women?

And she was so selfish, even jealous of something that came out of nowhere.

As a result, she made a joke out of her clothes.

And she had to trouble Wuji to go to the palace with his injuries to invite the ceremonial officer.

Oh Hua Chao, Hua Chao!

You really are a jealous girl from the countryside!

Ying Wuji hurriedly walked.

Feeling like things were getting out of hand.

It was impossible to persuade the father-in-law to change his mind now.

For such an important welcoming ceremony, Tang Tang would definitely not be willing to give up. Even if she didn't have the attitude of a daughter-in-law, she would have the mindset of one.

And it had already been made public in advance. The plan was for the Crown Princess to attend on behalf of her husband. If they changed it rashly, not only would Tang Tang's mindset change, but there would also be some suspicions from the outside world.

Damn it.

I really can't deceive both sides.

How did I get deeper into this mess?

What should I do if both wives have problems?

Who can help solve this?

Chongli Palace.

"Your Highness, save me!"

...

When Ying Wuji returned to the Marquis's residence, it was already evening.

The ceremonial officer hadn't received the urgent order for the past two days, and they were all in a hurry, with a group of palace maids constantly measuring various sizes on Hua Chao.

Hua Chao had never seen such a scene before, so she could only cooperate in various ways, trembling like walking on thin ice.

Occasionally, she looked at Ying Wuji with a pleading look, but all she could see was his innocent shrug.

"I don't know if it will work!"

Ying Wuji pondered in his heart, this was the best they could do at the moment, and the key moment was when the main wife was reliable.

He was supporting his chin and lost in thought in the inner courtyard.

An old Taoist hurriedly rushed in.

Qing Xu Daochang grabbed his wrist as soon as he saw Ying Wuji: "Young friend, you happen to be here, I've been looking for you!"

In a deep blue robe.

Messy hair.

And a strong smell of alcohol.

Ying Wuji couldn't help but smirk.

After the Sword Immortal Conference, this old Taoist didn't leave immediately, but lingered in various high-end places in Jiangcheng, drinking and having fun all day long, and would mention the name of the Great Li Marquis whenever he had to pay.

Damn it!

He made over a million taels of silver.

And he's still thinking about my measly sum.

If it weren't for the sake of Brother Juanzi, he would have gone to argue with him long ago.

He looked at the old Taoist: "What are you doing, Daoist? Did you drink another big order and come to reimburse it with me?"

"I can't do that!"

Qing Xu Daochang waved his hand repeatedly: "Drinking affects things, we cultivators should be pure and clean, practicing the art of the virgin, how can we do such dirty things? Young friend, don't ask anymore..."

Ying Wuji raised an eyebrow: "How much money?"

Qing Xu Daochang extended three fingers: "Three thousand taels!"

"What the hell?"

Ying Wuji was shocked: "Daoist, even if you drank up the entire wine pool and meat forest, it shouldn't cost three thousand taels, right?"

Qing Xu Daochang continued: "But young friend, you are the person who knows how to make money the most in the world. Three thousand taels is nothing to you."

Nothing?

It's not a damn thing!

Before, he could let it go since the reimbursements were only a few hundred taels in total.

But now, he turned around.

Three thousand taels?

Do you really think I'm a fool?

Ying Wuji asked in a low voice, "Did you get scammed by an immortal?"

He really couldn't think of anything else that could cost so much money.

After all, reputation was very important to these high-level cultivators.

But with your head full of white hair.

Are you playing the sunset red robe?

Qing Xu Daochang waved his hand repeatedly: "That's not it! I have always been pure and clean, practicing the art of the virgin. How could I do such dirty things? Young friend, don't ask anymore..."

Ying Wuji curled his lips: "You're making me a fool, at least give me a reason! You have over a million taels in your pocket, and you're still thinking about my measly sum, isn't that inappropriate?"

Qing Xu Daochang scratched his messy hair and said somewhat embarrassedly: "To be honest! This time, I was also ordered to come down the mountain. Although I made a lot of money, it's the money of the overall situation, not mine. When I return to the temple, I have to hand it over.""So, what does it have to do with me?"

"These three thousand taels were all bet on you winning with your swordsmanship. Do you think it has nothing to do with you?"

"Huh!"

Ying Wuji was shocked, "Are you saying that you bet with me, and if you win, you take the money, but if you lose, I have to clean up the mess?"

Qing Xu scratched his head awkwardly, "That's probably what it means."

At this point, even Han Juan couldn't stand it anymore.

He emerged from the hilt of Ying Wuji's sword.

Looking at his master with a helpless expression, he said, "Master! This is going too far..."

He was different from the sword spirit and didn't need to rely on a specific sword for cultivation. He just needed a place to stay.

So he had been staying inside the Hanguang Sword these days, comprehending the various magical sword intents inside.

He was already focused enough.

But he was still blown out by Qing Xu's outrageous words.

It would have been fine if he didn't come out.

But once he did.

Qing Xu immediately slapped his forehead and looked at Ying Wuji in shock, "Young friend! If your disciple joins another sect, he can only appear as a sword spirit. Would you feel humiliated?"

Ying Wuji frowned, "What does this have to do with feeling humiliated or not?"

Qing Xu took a deep breath, "These three thousand taels can be considered as my humiliation fee."

Ying Wuji: "..."

Han Juan: "..."

Qing Xu sighed lightly, "This old Daoist is going back to seclusion today. I can't afford to lose so much money! Young friend, please!"

Ying Wuji twitched his mouth.

He thought that this old Daoist was at least an ally, and he was the one who brought the Hanguang Sword.

Even if he complained, he couldn't just stand by and watch.

He could only take out a gold ingot from the study and hand it over, saying, "Stop gambling in the future!"

"I won't gamble anymore! Thank you, young friend."

Qing Xu laughed and cherished the gold ingot as he put it in his pocket.

Then, he directly drew his sword and threw it into the sky.

He leaped up and landed steadily.

He nodded to the two people in the courtyard.

With a swoosh, he flew away.

Ying Wuji grinned, "Han Juan, has your master ever won a bet?"

"Not yet."

Han Juan pondered for a moment, "But my master said that he has a bet that he will definitely win. When he wins this bet, even if he loses all the previous bets, he will still be the undisputed number one gambling king among humans."

Ying Wuji expressed disbelief, "Is it that exaggerated? Is he gambling with the entire world?"

Han Juan didn't answer, he just looked at Ying Wuji thoughtfully.

After a moment of silence, he seemed to remember something, "Oh right, Brother Ying, my master left a few words for you."

Ying Wuji nodded, "What did he say?"

Han Juan's expression became serious, "There will be a major change happening soon, and this time it will be more good than bad for the Kingdom of Li. But if you insist on taking action, it may be extremely dangerous, so think twice before acting."

Ying Wuji raised an eyebrow, "Is this his speculation based on experience, or did he directly calculate it?"

To be honest, he was also a little uneasy.

After all, anyone who had the qualifications to pursue the rules was either a master who wanted to comprehend supernatural powers in the realm of soldiers, or a terrifying genius with extremely high talent.

This time, in order to comprehend the secrets of the demonic race, he would probably encounter many dangers.

Even though he considered himself to have reached the realm of soldiers in terms of strength, he couldn't take it lightly.

Moreover, those disciples of the Woji Sect all held grudges against him.

Han Juan couldn't help but smile, "It's too tiring to speculate based on experience. As long as we can calculate, we usually use calculations."

Ying Wuji: "..."

It can be hard to make great work when its stolen from bit.ly/3iBfjkV.

These Daoists were really amazing.

Last time when they were drinking together, he seemed to have heard the old Daoist say that the most important task of the Tai Shang Sect now was to help the next generation condense their spiritual embryos, and they might not leave the mountain for many years.

He also asked Han Juan to take good care of himself, as he was the only disciple of the Tai Shang Sect in the mortal world.

As for the old Daoist himself, he was drunk and dreaming every day.

He didn't seem like someone who knew the inside story.

But he had roughly figured out the situation.

Ying Wuji couldn't help but ask, "Is there a way to resolve the bad omen?"

Han Juan was puzzled, "Isn't a bad omen supposed to be resolved? Why do you want to unlock it?"

Ying Wuji waved his hand, "That's not the point. Answer my question first! Can the bad omen be resolved?"

"Of course."

"How?"

Han Juan looked at the Hanguang Sword in his hand and said two words, "Shake people!"

"Shake who?"

"The more the better."

"Who should we shake the most?"

Ying Wuji was a little annoyed. These Daoists seemed to be obsessed with riddles. If he didn't get to the bottom of it, they would all be seasoned riddle masters.

Han Juan was a little helpless and pointed at the previous tenant, saying, "The previous tenant!"

Ying Wuji suddenly realized, "Oh..."

Since he broke through, he had directly emptied his military sacrifice value and the fusion degree with the Hanguang Sword had soared to the seventh level.

Since then, he had always had a faint feeling that someone was watching him.

It was you.

Hanguang Sword Spirit.

My bad omen breaker.

...

The night grew darker.

The stars and moon in the sky became brighter.

The time agreed upon with Wu Shuangxu was getting closer. He gently kissed the sleeping Hua Chao and, after hearing a whimper, got dressed and left the Marquis Mansion, taking a carriage to the Zuyu Pavilion.

This place was not the highest or most luxurious restaurant in Jiangcheng.

On the contrary, it was quite ordinary.

But it emphasized tranquility.

Suitable for old friends to reunite and lovers to meet in private.

"This..."

Ying Wuji stood outside the door, unable to hear any sound from inside the room.

He suspected that the "wise man" that Wu Shuangxu mentioned, who could help him find answers, might not even exist.

This cold and aloof forensic sister might have been lusting after him for a long time.

But there were too many women in the Marquis Mansion, making it inconvenient for her to make a move.

So she came to deceive him, to ambush him...

He pushed open the door.

It was very likely that a long-legged beauty with wandering hands would jump out of the darkness.

At that time, should he let himself be subdued directly, or should he resist symbolically?

He took a deep breath and slowly pushed open the door.

Huh!

Wu Shuangxu was indeed holding a pig's trotter and gnawing on it with her wandering hands.

There was nothing indecent about it.

But it didn't look elegant either.Just like the first time I gave her snacks, she gobbled them up like she was exhausted from work.

In the room, besides her, there were two other people, presumably the wise men she mentioned.

But...

Why do these two wise men look familiar?

Ying Wuji was curious: "Thirteenth Lord, Master Wu, what are you doing here?"

He was genuinely surprised.

He had known the Thirteenth Lord for such a long time.

He had known Wu Shuangxu for such a long time.

He had known Wuwen for such a long time.

Yet he didn't know that they knew each other.

And it seemed like they had known each other for a long time.

But...

How did someone who had spent more than ten years in the underground secret chamber of the Qian Kingdom Embassy, rarely leaving the house, become acquainted with a Mohist and a descendant of Yang Zhu?

Putting aside the Thirteenth Lord.

Among the various schools of thought, the Mohist school and the Yang Zhu school were almost at two extremes. The disciples of these schools would argue and mock each other when they met.

So how did a disciple of the Yang Zhu school sit together so harmoniously with a Mohist and the Thirteenth Lord?

Ying Shisan turned around and waved at him with a smile: "Kid, come and sit here!"

"Okay!"

Ying Wuji sat down as instructed and curiously asked, "Thirteenth Lord, Master Wu, what are you doing here?"

Both of them looked at Wu Shuangxu and said, "Miss Wu is treating us, how can we refuse?"

Ying Wuji glanced at Wu Shuangxu, who was enjoying a pig's trotter, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Last year, she was just a small hundred-household official.

Playing happily with a group of novice coroners in the morgue.

But she got promoted faster than him, a parasite, did.

In just a few months, she became pen pals with the famous Miss Mi Xingli.

And she held a high position in the hearts of the Thirteenth Lord and Master Wu.

"I have connections..."

It seemed like it wasn't just empty words.

The three of them waited for Wu Shuangxu to finish eating the pig's trotter.

Wu Shuangxu's movements were quick. Following the texture of the trotter, her snow-white and clean teeth, like the surgical tools she used, stripped the muscles off the trotter along the texture, leaving no residue on the large bone.

The whole process...

Was skillful and somewhat elegant.

But it gave people a subtle sense of strangeness.

"Hoo..."

Wu Shuangxu put down the bone, as if she had completed a task, and took a long breath.

She looked at Ying Wuji and said, "Young Master, are you still afraid of painting and calligraphy?"

"It's not a matter of fear!"

Ying Wuji grinned, "It's not that I'm afraid of thieves stealing, but I'm afraid of thieves having ideas. If a Wushen realm expert is watching you, you won't feel at ease, right?"

Wu Shuangxu smiled faintly, "The best way to overcome fear is to face it directly. Now you don't have to worry anymore. The three people who understand painting and calligraphy the most in the whole world are sitting in front of you."

Ying Wuji: "..."

He glanced at Ying Shisan, then at Master Wu, and finally at Wu Shuangxu.

Why did he feel like this statement was a bit exaggerated?

Painting and calligraphy were very mysterious. Even his father-in-law only had a vague understanding of it. Before Hua Wanqiu revealed herself, he didn't even know that there were people in the world who could master the art of painting and calligraphy to the extent of soul transmigration.

Wu Shuangxu pondered for a moment and added, "Of course, we are not that familiar with the current painting and calligraphy."

"The current one?"

Ying Wuji was stunned, "Are you saying there was a previous one?"

Although it wasn't surprising for this art to be passed down through generations.

But why were both the previous and current painters not well-known?

And why did they start causing trouble frequently only recently?

Wu Shuangxu didn't speak, but looked at the other two people beside her.

Ying Shisan looked at the night outside the window, sighed deeply, and showed a nostalgic expression, "The previous painter was also a member of our Ying clan, a woman who entered the Ying clan's ancestral hall in the twelfth generation, my own elder sister."

Upon hearing this news, Ying Wuji couldn't help but be surprised, "So it was Aunt Twelve, but I've never heard of the name Ying Twelve before."

Ying Shisan slapped him on the head, "Your Aunt Twelve's name is Ying Qingyi. Did you really think my real name is Thirteenth?"

"How could I not know..."

Ying Wuji felt a little embarrassed because he really didn't know the Thirteenth Lord's real name.

He quickly changed the subject, "Why would someone from our Ying clan master the art of painting and calligraphy?"

Wearing a solemn expression, Ying Shisan said, "Naturally, it was taught to her by her master, but her master was very mysterious. By the time we found out about this, her master had already passed away. Although she is a member of the Ying clan, her achievements are not actually related to the clan. Her accomplishments have little to do with the Ying clan."

Ying Wuji curiously asked, "Then why was she able to enter the ancestral hall?"

Wuwen sighed, "Because she was the previous Mohist giant of the Ying clan. At that time, the Qian Kingdom had benefited a lot from the Mohist school. I joined the Mohist Society because I followed her."

Ying Wuji: "..."

This information was quite shocking.

His twelfth aunt, who mastered the art of painting and calligraphy, was also the previous Mohist giant.

And the disciple of the previous Mohist giant, who was skilled in painting and calligraphy, became the leader of my sect.

What's the difference between this and Lu Xun's story of the Seven Fairies giving birth to the Seven Calabash Brothers, who turned into mountains to suppress the Three Holy Mothers?

Ying Wuji seemed a little confused.

Ying Shisan slowly said, "Although Qingyi and I were born of the same mother and had a good relationship when we were young, she left home to become a wanderer as soon as she came of age and didn't contact us for a long time.

When I saw her again, I couldn't see through her cultivation.

Over the years, she traveled the rivers and lakes, seeking pleasure in enmity and rewarding kindness.

At first, I thought she was just an ordinary wanderer, until later when I saw her use the art of painting and calligraphy to create a living person.

At that time, a tragic incident occurred. A local official in Handi forcibly abducted a civilian woman. When the woman's father came to demand justice, he was imprisoned and tortured.

By the time we arrived.

The father had already died of illness in prison.

No one else knew about this.

So she destroyed the body and used her own blood to paint a portrait of the person. Then a physical body was created.

That was when I knew that she had become a Wushen realm expert at the age of twenty-five.Moreover, the Mohist giant at that time wanted to pass the ruler's command to her.

But she believed that her virtue was not enough, and she was not qualified to take on this heavy responsibility, so she insisted on being a knight-errant for another five years.

So for these five years, I have been following him closely, doing some trivial things.

At that time.

Qingyi claimed to be the judge, admired by countless common people, making the villains in the world tremble with fear.

Later, she took over the position of the Mohist giant.

And I also found my beloved woman and settled in the Kingdom of Li together."

"It turns out to be her!"

Ying Wuji nodded. He had never heard of Ying Qingyi's name, but the name "judge" was indeed well-known.

It was not recorded in the history books.

But in folklore, there were shadows of judges everywhere, and they had even been deified into gods of justice and evil by some common people.

I didn't expect that the judge was actually his twelfth aunt.

Ying Shisan did not continue speaking.

Wuwen brought the topic back: "At that time, the position of the Mohist in various countries had already declined a lot. After Qingyi took over as the giant, she loved and respected herself, and helped many common people. Although she did not reverse the decline of the Mohist in the court, she held many official positions in the territories of the major families.

Everything seemed to be developing in the best direction. The Mohist at that time also firmly believed that the influence of the Mohist Guild would extend from the local level to the courts of various countries, and the Mohist would return to prominence.

But later on.

We were increasingly resisted by the aristocracy because Qingyi hated evil. Under her influence, Mohist officials would not give any face to the aristocracy when handling cases.

But under the suppression of the aristocracy, we could never get what we wanted, and the results often went against our persistence.

Most of the former Mohists would resign in anger.

But Qingyi told us that resigning would never solve the problem, and we had to fight against them.

The fight was indeed effective because when the Mohists held official positions, the local areas would always receive support from the Mohist Guild. The aristocracy could not bear to lose these benefits, so they would not completely oppose us and would make many concessions.

At least in those years, they would restrain their clan members from easily violating the law.

We thought we were going to win.

Qingyi also thought we were going to win.

Until later, I had to behead a nobleman who had committed heinous crimes.

As a result, not only did I fail to behead the criminal, but I also lost my own life."

Lost my own life...

Ying Wuji was stunned for a moment. "So, Master, you are..."

"The painter!"

Wuwen nodded. "I also learned at that time that Qingyi's supernatural power was actually the art of painting souls."

Ying Wuji couldn't help but take a breath.

I didn't expect Wuwen to also be a two-dimensional person.

He couldn't help but ask, "Master, how many years have you been a painter?"

Wuwen thought for a moment. "About thirty or forty years!"

Ying Wuji exclaimed, "In so many years, how much blood did you consume from people's hearts!"

Ying Shisan sneered, "Don't measure Qingyi's cultivation with your current understanding of the art of painting souls. Qingyi's attainments in the art of painting souls at that time had reached an unprecedented level.

She only took a drop of blood from the heart, and the people who came alive under her brush were almost unaffected by their lifespan.

At that time, the art of painting souls made me never doubt whether it was resurrection or the creation of a new person.

Unlike the current art of painting souls?

The art of painting souls in his hands is simply a waste.

If there is enough support, with her attainments, she could even turn the concept of the underworld during the Shang and Zhou dynasties into reality.

Among the saints of various factions at that time.

She was the closest to a higher realm.

As long as she was willing, she could even change lifespan, alter memories, and be immortal for thousands of years."

Ying Wuji exclaimed, "Wow..."

He couldn't help but take a cold breath.

He didn't expect his twelfth aunt to be praised so highly.

But thinking about it, it should be true.

If she could really achieve such effects, then it would be a real underworld!

There is no doubt about resurrection, not even a trace of doubt.

However...

Ying Wuji couldn't help but ask, "With such supernatural powers, why doesn't Auntie announce it to the world? Countless powerful beings who want to live to a ripe old age will definitely seek refuge, and it is impossible not to receive support from major forces. Not only can she establish the underworld, but her status will also rise. Why suffer so much grievance in a mere official position?

If I had this ability, I would have soared to the heavens long ago!"

Don't talk about common prosperity.

Don't talk about the ideal of a unified world.

Ying Wuji longed for that world because it was beautiful for ordinary people.

If he had privileges.

He would definitely turn into an evil dragon in the first place.

Not an evil dragon...

Based on his understanding of himself, doing practical things was certain, but enjoying privileges and status was also necessary.

It's just that this aunt is too amazing.

He had suspected before that the art of painting souls came from the mediation of creation, after all, this thing was like a pesticide, an existence similar to the origin of all things.

But now he felt that the complete version of the art of painting souls was a supernatural power on the same level as the mediation of creation.

Or maybe the mediation of creation itself was a false concept.

After all, the capital of the Great Ming, which was the culmination of the mediation of creation, was just imitating the rules of the present world, with only the new rule of "catalyzing the true self."

The art of painting souls, apart from this intersection with the mediation of creation, had other terrifying functions.

Of course.

He was referring to the complete version.

The current version of the art of painting souls... what a mess?

But even this castrated version, or the original version of the art of painting souls, could still stir up storms among the countries.

Then the complete version...

Wuwen glanced at him and asked in a low voice, "Then what is the difference between such an underworld and the present world?"

Ying Wuji said, "..."

Indeed.

Such a creation is just another version of the present world.

Auntie has become an emperor with even higher and more terrifying ruling power.

For a selfish person, this is simply heaven.

But for a true saint, it is a disaster.

If a powerful force supports you.

Can't you extend their lifespan?

If a clan member commits a crime, can't you give them privileges?

No privileges?

"Why should I support you?"

The question reached a deadlock, seemingly unsolvable.

It's quite obvious.

Madam is a saint.

With such incredible abilities, she managed to deceive almost everyone.

Ying Wuji pondered for a moment and tentatively said, "Perhaps Madam can try to manipulate the major forces, creating a supreme position for herself, and then forcefully implement the Mohist's system. It might be possible to create a perfect new order."

Although expecting everyone to adhere to the same moral standards was nothing but a dream.

But if Madam held absolute control.

And she was the only one with such incredible abilities.

Over the years.

After thousands of years, this seemingly theoretical utopia might not be entirely unattainable.

Wu Wen was a bit confused. "I once tried to persuade Qingyi like this, but she didn't give me an answer."

Ying Wuji asked, "What happened later? What happened to Madam after she resigned as the leader of the Mohist and where is she now?"

This thigh must be hugged.

As soon as this question was asked.

The atmosphere in the room fell into an eerie silence.

After a while.

Ying Shisan finally said, "Later, my wife died under special circumstances, so I went to find Qingyi. But I found out that she... had already committed suicide!"

"What?"

Ying Wuji was shocked. He didn't expect this to be the outcome.

Madam, who was so close to reaching the realm of saints and possessed the secrets of reincarnation and longevity, why would she commit suicide?

At this moment.

Wu Shuangxu, who had been listening to the story for a long time, finally spoke, "Actually... the reason why Senior Qingyi didn't establish the Yin Division and why she committed suicide is related to my master."

Ying Wuji grinned, "Your master... didn't persuade Madam to death, did he?"

These philosophers, one more delusional than the other.

Especially the Taoists, Mohists, and Yin-Yang sects.

It's normal for their beliefs to collapse and for them to go crazy.

Madam's strength has already reached that level.

It seems that being "persuaded to death" is the only possibility.

Wu Shuangxu pondered for a moment, "From a certain perspective, it can be understood like that."

Ying Wuji: "..."

This is really ridiculous!

Wu Shuangxu recalled for a while and said, "My master said that he had always been good friends with Senior Qingyi. Senior Qingyi once had the idea of establishing the Yin Division and wanted to implement the same strategy you just mentioned.

But she was uncertain and didn't know if this plan would work.

At that time, my master gave her a sentence: If you, as the highest leader of the Yin Division, can abandon personal desires and make absolute rational and just judgments in every matter, I am willing to devote my life to help you become the Lord of the Yin Division.

Senior Qingyi didn't answer immediately.

My master hasn't seen Senior Qingyi for many years.

Later, he received news of Senior Qingyi's death.

After that, my master searched for many years and finally found the last straw that crushed Senior Qingyi."

Ying Wuji couldn't help but ask, "What is it?"

Although he didn't quite understand how this Yang Zhu and the Mohist leader became close friends, and even wanted to help her establish the Yin Division.

But in this world, anything can happen.

Wu Shuangxu sighed lightly, "Many years ago! Senior Qingyi once saved a person who had been dissected by a cat demon and killed the cat demon. Later, this person became the head of a noble family and imprisoned and abused thousands of women.

His original wife couldn't bear his actions and planned to expose his evil deeds, but he killed her.

According to my master's speculation, Senior Qingyi accidentally learned about this situation and then killed this evil person.

Later, the investigation into this evil person's original wife revealed that the cat demon and this evil person were originally lovers, but later discovered that this person had imprisoned and kept many women.

The cat demon's heart was dissected, possibly because of this."

Ying Wuji: "..."

Madam possessed incredible abilities, but she never revealed them.

She had the intention to establish the Yin Division, but encountered various difficulties.

In the end, she realized that she was just an ordinary person who could also be deceived by illusions.

If she were all-knowing and all-powerful, she could become a true god.

But she couldn't.

So her abilities could only bring greater disasters to humanity.

Once someone gained control, the order of the world would only become worse than it is now.

Therefore.

She chose to commit suicide.

This is a decision that only a true saint can make.

After listening to this story.

Ying Wuji couldn't help but sigh.

On one hand, he was impressed by Madam's character.

On the other hand, he felt regretful for this complete version of the Danqing Du Soul.

But he quickly understood another thing.

He asked, "These are all Madam's matters. What does it have to do with the crucial point of the Danqing now? What is the relationship between the Danqing and Madam?"

Ying Shisan cleared his throat, "Danqing is an orphan saved by Qingyi in the past. Later, she took him as her disciple. He has a high level of comprehension and has already grasped some of the true meaning of the Danqing Du Soul, even though he hasn't broken through the Rebirth Realm. However, this kid suffered a great trauma when his whole family was killed, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

Later, Qingyi realized that he was not the one destined to inherit the Danqing Du Soul, so she stopped teaching him.

But this kid didn't hold any grudges and always served her as an elder.

He also often served me tea and water.

Later, when Qingyi died.

This kid disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had already joined our sect. He once wrote a letter asking for my blood, but I didn't agree."

Wu Shuangxu whispered, "Many years later, my master received a letter that Qingyi had written many years ago. In the letter, she claimed to be a saint without a face and said that her understanding of the Danqing Du Soul had been hidden in a mysterious place, and only the person who could fulfill her lifelong wish in the future could find it.

She didn't know when this person would appear.

But she believed that this person would definitely appear.

She had already fulfilled all the meaning of her life, and staying any longer would be redundant.

Before her death.

She drew her last painting, depicting a baby. This was her most perfect work.""This painting appeared before my master along with a letter.

She asked my master to use nearly half of his lifespan to divine a prophecy, asking him to find a suitable home for this painting after a certain time.

She wanted this painting to be her eyes, to witness the prosperity of the golden age on her behalf."

Ying Wuji couldn't help but ask, "Is this painting her own creation?"

"It should be!"

Wu Shuangxu nodded, then shook her head, "But my master said it's not. Using 'whether it is the person herself' as a standard to measure the soul crossing through the painting is a very foolish thing.

This baby may share the same origin with the predecessor in the green robe, but they don't share any memories, and they never will.

The predecessor in the green robe even removed many elements necessary for powerful saints from her soul.

What she wanted...

Was just a pair of ordinary eyes that could witness the birth of a golden age."

Ying Wuji pondered, "But no matter how you think about it, the lady's works all originate from her. Danqing wants to paint the real lady, but he doesn't have the ability to do so.

Danqing has been dormant for many years, probably because he couldn't find the right opportunity.

But now, Danqing has been very active, so this person must have appeared!

This time, Danqing took the risk to come to Jiang City, does it mean this person is here?

Wait... didn't you say that Danqing was just coming for me?"

Wu Shuangxu was surprised that he could guess this, and looked at him in astonishment, "Guess who this person is?"

Ying Wuji twitched the corner of his mouth, pointing to his own nose, "So... the ancestor is actually me?"

Before he finished speaking.

A slap landed on his head.

Ying Thirteen cursed, "You're worthy?"

Wu Wen didn't speak, but his contemptuous eyes were enough to express his thoughts.

This kid indeed has talent.

But his personal character...

Trying to take advantage of Qingyi, isn't that an insult?

Ying Wuji rubbed his head, feeling a bit dissatisfied, "Then who do you think this person is?"

Wu Shuangxu stood up, leaning slightly forward, "Why don't you guess? Who has neither the posture of the strong nor the potential of a saint, but can stand above the grand trend, quietly watching the birth of a golden age, whose eyes are these?"

Ying Wuji fell silent.

Ying Thirteen blurted out, "If the prophecy of the two Daoist sects comes true, wouldn't this person be Hua Chao?"

Ying Wuji: "???"

Thirteen!

If you can't speak, don't speak!

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