Chapter 107 The Unbothered Breeze and Moon (2/2)

A light breeze swept by the lotus pond, giving distinct layers to the reflection of the moonlight on the water, creating a dreamy scene.

Kuhui replied, ”When Your Majesty/Highness starts caring about outsider's opinions, Your Highness was no longer the Empress you were.”

The Empress was not moved by Kuhui’s wise words, ”Tomorrow, I will announce the abolishment of Qi Wang’s Prime Minister position. Zhao Xun would be at ease by that. Also, I would like to meet the person who wrote the prescription in three days. Please make the necessary arrangements.”

A piece of paper landed in front of Kuhui as he held his hand out to catch it. It was the paper with the poem the Empress recited earlier. Once he touched the paper, his blissfully zen heart was shaken. Just like the movements of the moonlight reflection in the pond, he had a vigorous flashback of the past.

He thought to himself, ”I see that you’re back in the mortal world.”

During the flashback, he felt that the Empress was probing into him as if she could see through his thoughts.

However, he wasn’t fearful of that as the Empress too was a practitioner. It was beyond imagination how deep she had gone in her practice and cultivation.

He lowers his head and responded, ”I accept the orders of Your Highness/Majesty”

Every single stroke of the characters on the paper felt like it was turning back time. Among them, the most dazzling characters were ”Shen Lian”. It was as if you could imagine a handsome young lad standing in a corner somewhere, overcoming every obstacle that came to him.

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At the Walking Dead Clinic, Ruoxi was lying on the bed by the corner as she tightly held on to the blanket. You could see terror and fear across her face.

She wanted to cry out loud but she knew that Shen Lian cannot be interrupted when he was practicing Qi; he made that point clear.

She was not sure what type of martial exercises was her brother practicing but after all these days, she had adopted the concept of cultivating. From an hour ago where Shen Lian was releasing a strong sense of energy to finally hear his voice, she was trained to not make unnecessary movements.

Unlike the shapeless breath produced by heaven and earth, this sense of energy comes in eight color - red, orange, yellow, white, green, blue, purple and black.

Rays of light shined in a dark room; it looked similar to picture of Buddha in a temple with lights piercing out around his body.

The eight colors twisted and moved in a non-uniformed order.

Shen Lian looked like he was in great pain. His facial expression was twisted and he was dripping with/in sweat.

He was floating in mid-air as if there was a strong force supporting him and preventing him from falling.

The last eight energy spun around slowly to form a swirl that eventually drilled into the ground. Shen Lian too descended down from mid-air.

The moonlight shined in; Ruoxi asked in a low voice, ”Brother, are you ok?”

Shen Lian took a while to stand up and sat next to the bed. He held her hand and replied, ”I’m fine, please continue your sleep.”

Did he underestimate the Taixu Strategy? He had been practicing it for years and unknowingly it had planted a seed in his body. He tried to remove it but to no avail.

The seed combined with his vitality and grew hand in hand.

He was still able to repress it currently, but as this weird mana consumed him daily, he might not be able to return to heaven twenty years down the road.

Ruoxi managed to catch her breath but she held his hands tightly, refusing to let go.