A Thousand Interesting Souls Look Alike, but a Beautiful Face Is One in Ten Thousand

'Tian Mingzi' had joined in.

As an outsider, he had refused point-blank to stay beneath the carriage, forcibly pried open the door, and wedged himself between the Two Palaces.

It did not matter that he could not share the experience. Learning the dialects of Qi Yan and Wenliang Kingdom was still worthwhile. The more skills, the better; from a long-term perspective, it was a good thing.

He had nearly mastered the Qi Yan dialect. Its ying-ying and ya-ya sounds were melodious and lingering. In the world of music, Palace Master Han was also a grandmaster-level figure proficient in orchestral music.

Palace Master Yan was a complete mystery. Her mouth was stubborn, and her body even more so. She refused to wallow in the same mire as those two shameless lovers, and Lu Bei could not fathom her depths in such a short time.

She was seriously difficult to deal with.

The Two Palaces' secret methods were similar, while the star cloud was even more elusive and obscure, leaving him unable to see it clearly.

With a black-hearted pillow whispering in his ear, Lu Bei learned that the Fuyao Palace's secret method complemented the Li Luan Palace's. If he could obtain both secret methods at once, perhaps he could uncover the truth.

The Li Luan Palace's secret method was easy enough to negotiate. After Lu Bei worked hard at plowing the fields, he obtained it with ease.

Yan Xiaoshuang guarded against him like a thief. Not only would she not negotiate, she did not even give him a chance to plow. Even with Innate Primordial Qi as bait, she still refused to hand over her sect's secret inheritance.

Whenever Lu Bei's hands wandered even slightly out of line, she turned to stone like jade, blocking any possibility of him advancing another