Wang first tried to probe the river with stones solidified by his Taoist techniques. The water moved, startling the fish, but there was nothing unusual.But upon repeated reflection, I began to sense s...The solitary small building in which the Lord of Lingxiao Pavilion lived.

Ye Lingxiao, with a carefree and detached air, held a brush in his hand, carefully sketching.

Ye Qingyu was idly flipping through an ancient book on the bookshelf.

"Father," she asked as if casually, "what did Du Ruhui say to you that day"

Ye Lingxiao stopped writing, turned his head and looked at his daughter with a half-smile: "Is it you who wants to know, or that boy"

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Ye Qingyu wrinkled her delicate nose: “What this boy that boy, he has a name.”

"Yes. Her surname is Jiang, her name is An'an. She's his older sister." Ye Lingxiao rolled her eyes: "That's all the status he has in my mind."

"He didn't come looking for me, I was just curious myself." Ye Qingyu put the book back and casually pulled out another one, her tone tinged with dissatisfaction: "My Master Administrator, where did Daoist Jiang offend you"

Ye Lingxiao widened his eyes and said, "What do you mean I prepared the Yun Ding Immortal Palace for you, but he took it away! I should be grateful that I didn't go after him!"

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"Alright, alright." Ye Qingyu flipped through a few pages casually, disdainfully saying, "You don't seem to care much, don't think I don't know."

“That's the Yun Ding Xian Palace! One of the Nine Great Immortal Palaces from ancient times. How could I not care I went through so much trouble for you, you foolish girl!” Ye Lingxiao anxiously jumped around, completely lacking the demeanor of a real person.

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"Uncle Chou has told me everything," Ye Qingyu gave him a white look. "A Divine Fruit appears once every thirty-three years, but the Yun Zhuan requires heaven, earth, time, and harmony. You value the Yun Zhuan most. Places like the Yun Ding Immortal Palace are hard to come by with luck, and the karmic weight is heavy."

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Ye Lingxiao was itching his teeth: "This ugly thing, can't hide anything!"

"Besides," Ye Qingyu smiled, her smile inherited from Ye Lingxiao, both extremely beautiful: "What kind of person is my father He has long walked his own path and wouldn't care about outdated traditions! Let alone the fact that Yun Ding Xian Palace is now just a ruin, even at its peak, you wouldn't give it a second glance!"

Ye Lingxiao's eyes lit up with a smile. "Don't say it like that, I'll still glance over...Ahem, of course, I want to soar above the nine heavens. The paths of those before me are beneath my notice."

This old child is too easy to please. Ye Qingyu looked at him amusedly: “So then, Father, what did Du Ruhui tell you in private”

Ye Lingxiao immediately retracted his smile: "I'm sorry, I have nothing to offer."

Ye Qingyu suddenly stopped smiling, annoyed and flipped through the pages repeatedly: "If you don't say it, forget it!"

"Hey, be careful!" Ye Lingxiao couldn't take it anymore: "You're holding a unique copy, it's very rare!"

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Ye Qingyu didn't say a word, she flipped through the book furiously.

Ye Lingxiao let out a long sigh and said helplessly, "Actually, it's nothing. The Zhuang Kingdom had won the war against Mo Nation before and performed brilliantly at the four-nation talks held in Bu Xcheng. Originally, its national power was strong, and it gained some prestige. However, during the recent standoff with Yong Nation, they showed weakness. Du Ruhui couldn't sit still and came to probe the reactions of surrounding forces."

"Is that all" Ye Qingyu sounded dubious.

"Anyway, that's what he expressed to me." Ye Lingxiao was a little dissatisfied: "Your father would still deceive you, wouldn't he"

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Ye Qingyu giggled, "Of course not!"

She put the precious ancient book back on the shelf: "You draw slowly, I'll go."

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"Wait!" Ye Lingxiao rebuked, "Do you think this place is wherever you can just come and go as you please"

Yè Qīngyǔ was rather helpless, but she still cooperated and played along, putting on a fierce act: “Hmph! This heroine is determined to leave today, see who can stop me!”

This is the daily script of their father-daughter routine.

Ye Lingxiao raised his hand and arched an eyebrow, saying: "I advise you to stay away from him. He has the appearance of dying young!"

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Ye Qingyu retracted her stance and tilted her head, saying, "I've also learned some face-reading techniques. Why didn't I see through it"

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Ye Lingxiao suddenly found it boring and turned his head away: "Your cultivation is too shallow!"

"Alright." Ye Qingyu only felt that her own father had begun to ramble again, so she blinked nonchalantly and stepped out of the building, closing the door behind her. "Allow this little woman to retreat and cultivate diligently. When my cultivation deepens, I shall come back and converse with you!"

The daughter has left, and the little house is quiet again.

When she was very young, this place used to be quite lively. But as her daughter grew older and more beautiful, she had fewer and fewer things to talk about with her father.

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It's quiet here now.

Ye Lingxiao stood alone for a while, looking at the painting he had only sketched a few strokes. He was lost in thought.

After a long while, I finally put down the brush in my hand and stopped painting.

Only a sigh.

There are countless talented painters in the world, but a single heart filled with sorrow cannot be painted.

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Some people are happy, some are sad.

Jiang Wang retreated from the Jiantai after his victory. He had won another battle without using any divine powers.

Although he hasn't yet made it into the top one hundred of the Profound Illusion Realm, he has accumulated quite a bit of merit and can start deducing Dao Laws. The freshly-baked three-tiered Dao Platform is waiting for him to open it up.

Even within this blessed land, everything remains as it was at first, unchanged despite the continuous decline in rankings.

After missing the challenge day in Chiyun Mountain, the blessed land has now dropped to Dongbaiyuan, ranking 39th, with only a meager 430 points of monthly accumulation.

From the 36th rank down, each rank drop only reduces monthly merit points by ten. This number is negligible.

Jiang Wang increasingly felt that the monthly hard work at Fudi was just a small benefit, the real big benefit was...

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He hasn't seen it yet.

He is currently at the Inner Court Realm of cultivation. The Fifth Rank Sword Discussion Platform used in Star River Sword Discussions requires 120 points of merit to activate, and a single battle already consumes 240 points of merit. With this amount of merit each month, what can the Blessed Land do It's not worth the effort for those powerful individuals to fight over it.

Of course, the premise of knowing the truth can only be victory.

To this day, he hasn't won any Fortune Land challenges, and the question remains unanswered.

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The revealed decaying wood pillar is placed on the stage of Dao. Blessed by the aura of Tai Xu's first Ten Thousand Dragon Glory, the current stage of Dao has four layers in effect. When deducing martial arts, it naturally surpasses the previous perfection.

After exhausting all my efforts, this time I finally pushed the inferior wood from the lower rank to the middle rank. It has entered the threshold of cultivation for inner court cultivators. It is at the same level as the Eight Sounds Flame Sparrow and the Flower-Beak Flame Sparrow.

The more one studies this art, the more one perceives its potential. It is a rare and brilliant insight, limited only by the talents of the Headmaster of the Xiangjiang City Daoist Academy, preventing it from reaching a higher realm.

Relying on Jiang Wang himself wouldn't work, because he didn't have the inspiration to cultivate the withered wood decree, nor did he lack the perspective of standing at a higher level. This is where the superiority of the performance stage comes into play.

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Perhaps the greatness of the illusory realm will only be truly appreciated when it becomes widely known.

Jiang Wang didn't overthink it. After thoroughly familiarizing himself with the middle-grade "Decrepit Wood Decision," he imprinted it into his first inner mansion.

This is the first instant spell of his inner palace level, it's very meaningful to him.

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