The warm and gentle sunlight bathed Meng Qingzhou, making his body feel cozy. He could sense the spiritual energy in his meridians and dantian continuously increasing, and his cultivation level rising accordingly.
“Moon Shine Realm peak.”
“Probably in half a month, I’ll be able to break through to the Morning Glow Realm. By then, I can fully unleash the power of the Emperor Grade Sword Sense of Time and Space.”
Meng Qingzhou silently calculated in his mind.
Creak…
The courtyard door opened, and Dongfang Liuli walked in with heavy steps, her spirit slightly fatigued. But the moment she saw Meng Qingzhou, all her weariness vanished.
There was a calmness about Meng Qingzhou, an unflinching composure even in the face of a collapsing mountain, and a serene temperament like a gentle breeze.
This wasn’t something that could be faked; it was a charm that came from deep within.
Yes, what attracted Dongfang Liuli was never the elusive title of Sage or the world-renowned strength of a Sword Saint. It was always him, the person.
“Where my heart finds peace, there is my home,” Dongfang Liuli murmured softly, her eyes unfocused.
“Hey, Lady Liuli finally decided to come back. I thought you were going to become a heartless person who abandoned their family,” Meng Qingzhou said in surprise, turning towards the voice.
Dongfang Liuli rolled her eyes and said, “In front of the Space-Time Sword Saint, how dare I call myself a lady? I often feel fortunate to be by the Sword Saint’s side, yet I fear he might find me too crude and abandon me.”
Sarcasm, huh? Two can play at that game.
Meng Qingzhou’s face stiffened, and he let out a few awkward laughs, deciding not to tease her further.
Recently, Dongfang Liuli often brought up the title of Space-Time Sword Saint, clearly holding a grudge. It wasn’t that she resented Meng Qingzhou for hiding it from her; she simply couldn’t reconcile the Space-Time Sword Saint with Salted Fish Meng, feeling shocked and confused.
“The Space-Time Sword Saint is a title given by the world, it has nothing to do with me,” Meng Qingzhou said, suddenly remembering something. “By the way, didn’t I grant you an Emperor Grade constitution a while ago? Let me teach you how to cultivate.”
Dongfang Liuli’s heart skipped a beat, her phoenix eyes narrowing. “Grant?”
“What do you mean?”
Back then, Meng Qingzhou had said a white-bearded old man gave him a miraculous spiritual pill that changed her constitution.
Now, thinking back, it was likely a fortuitous encounter Meng Qingzhou had during his travels, where he received the inheritance of an ancient True Phoenix.
But now, Dongfang Liuli was beginning to doubt this hypothesis.
Grant…
Who could grant someone an Emperor Grade constitution or a True Phoenix inheritance?!
“Ahem, I misspoke. It was a white-bearded old man who gave me a miraculous spiritual pill that changed your constitution,” Meng Qingzhou said, pretending to be calm while feeling a sense of foreboding.
A hint of contemplation flashed in Dongfang Liuli’s eyes.
Misspoke?
No, this was likely the truth!
At that moment, Dongfang Liuli, who thought she had seen through all of Meng Qingzhou’s secrets, suddenly found him even more mysterious.
It was like thinking a forest was only so big, but as you ventured deeper, discovering an endless mountain range beyond.
“Alright, then teach me how to cultivate,” Dongfang Liuli said with a smile.
No matter how many secrets Meng Qingzhou hid, he always remained a salted fish who didn’t want to stir up trouble.
And that was enough.
‘After all, I have my own secrets too.’
With this thought, Dongfang Liuli felt no more hesitation. Instead, she found the mysterious salted fish even more charming.
Meng Qingzhou smiled calmly, taking Dongfang Liuli’s soft hand and leading her into the room.
“Let’s go. First, I’ll teach you how to sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Second, how to draw it into your body. These two steps are crucial and require concentration, so we need a quiet, undisturbed environment. Once you’re proficient, it won’t be necessary,” Meng Qingzhou explained patiently.
Dongfang Liuli nodded obediently, then suddenly stopped and said, “Qingzhou, I think I can sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.”
“Really? So quickly?” Meng Qingzhou said in surprise.
Dongfang Liuli covered her mouth and smiled, then slowly began absorbing the spiritual energy. Knowing that Meng Qingzhou’s divine sense might be injured and unable to sense it, she deliberately let the spiritual energy linger on his palm before drawing it into her body through their interlocked fingers.
“Hey, Qingzhou, I… I think I’ve drawn the energy into my body!” Dongfang Liuli said with a tearful voice, sounding panicked. “Is there something wrong with my body? How could it be so fast?”
Three question marks appeared on Meng Qingzhou’s forehead, and he remained silent for a long time.
Hmm, how should I put this…
Could it be that my wife is a martial arts prodigy?
Even with an Emperor Grade constitution, without any prior cultivation experience, one should still need to build a foundation and progress gradually.
Even an overpowered protagonist with a Heavenly Fortune Body needed to prepare for the first time sensing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, using an introductory method from the “Supreme Sensing Chapter” and auxiliary spiritual treasures, taking over ten minutes to vaguely sense the spiritual energy.
It took three days to barely draw the energy into the body, and even then, only a few dozen strands of spiritual energy at a time…
What’s going on with Dongfang Liuli?!
This is too monstrous.
“Wife, I’ve suddenly realized something,” Meng Qingzhou said seriously.
Dongfang Liuli’s heart blossomed with joy, but she pretended to be an innocent and clueless wife, her star-like eyes blinking with feigned curiosity. “What is it?”
Then, she added in a flustered tone, “Is there really something wrong with my body? I haven’t given you a child yet; I don’t want to die so soon.”
“Ugh, ugh, ugh…”
Three black lines appeared on Meng Qingzhou’s forehead, and he unceremoniously flicked her on the forehead.
“Stop talking nonsense and spit it out.”
Dongfang Liuli covered her head, pouting and sticking out her tongue. “Ugh, ugh, ugh…”
Only then did Meng Qingzhou feel satisfied, showing a look of relief and pride. “Wife, I think I’ve discovered a peerless genius that even the author overlooked, far surpassing Zhao Gou and the Empress!”
Dongfang Liuli quickly played along. “Who?”
“And who’s the author?”
“That’s not important.”
“Oh, then tell me, who is it?”
“Of course, it’s you,” Meng Qingzhou said, ruffling her hair with a smile. “Compared to you, does the Empress deserve to be called an unparalleled genius? Does Zhao Gou deserve to be called an overpowered protagonist? Your talent surpasses all of history!”
Without any guidance from cultivation methods or any assistance, sensing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and drawing it into the body in just one second, almost seamlessly—no historical hero could achieve this.
Seeing Meng Qingzhou’s smug and proud expression, Dongfang Liuli couldn’t help but laugh, her smile outshining all flowers and dimming all else.
Nearby, Su Qingqiu, who was quietly eating sunflower seeds, suddenly sighed deeply:
‘Your Majesty has ultimately become what she once hated the most—a girl who likes to act cute and coquettish.’
‘Sigh, Qingqiu also wants to act cute to the Empress’ Husband, but what if Your Majesty kills me…’
‘Very urgent, seeking advice.’
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