About half an hour later.
At home, in the yard.
The old locust tree has sprouted new buds, swaying gently in the breeze.
The sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the corner of the yard has also grown new leaves, which are emerald green, and the air is filled with the fragrance of green grass and earth.
Yan Lingji just returned from the Pope Hall handling government affairs.
She walked to the stone table, sat down opposite Zhao Linchuan, picked up the teapot on the table, poured herself a cup of tea, and drank it in one gulp.
"Husband." She put down the teacup and wiped the corners of her mouth with the back of her hand, "That cheap teacher of yours can't accept the reality and has closed himself off again."
"Let it go." Zhao Linchuan said with a smile.
He leaned back on the chair, folded his hands on his lower abdomen, and his eyes fell on the bamboo shadow in the distance that was swayed by the wind.
"The old man has a strong self-esteem, and there is nothing he can do about it."
After saying that, he looked away and asked with some confusion, "Where is Dong'er? Why don't you see her coming back?"
"Dong'er's teacher is in seclusion, Administration Office's biggest bull is gone, and she can't get away."
Yan Lingji smiled, picked up the teapot, and poured herself another cup of tea. She picked it up but did not drink it immediately. Instead, she held it in her hands and let the warmth pass through the cup wall to her palms.
"By the way..." She straightened her expression, put down the tea cup, and her eyes fell on Zhao Linchuan's face, "Recently, those sect forces jointly signed a letter, wanting Spirit Hall to host and re-elect Seven Great Sects."
"What do you think? Get an idea?"
"Since they want to rise to the top so much," Zhao Linchuan said in a calm tone, "Then give them a chance to rise to the top."
"Reply to them and ask them to count all Soul Master in the sect."
"Then give us the statistical table, and then we will re-rank them based on the information on the table."
"Don't you want their boss?" Yan Lingji smiled and shook his head, "Those sect forces are not fools, who would be willing to hand over their boss?"
"Then it's none of our business." Zhao Linchuan said with a faint smile.
He picked up the tea cup in front of him, took a sip, put it down, and continued:
"Re-electing Seven Great Sects will not do us any good. They will only take away the new student Soul Master who originally wanted to join us Spirit Hall."
"If they don't want to, then keep the status quo."
"A disabled Seven Great Sects would be more beneficial to us."
"That's fine." Yan Lingji nodded, "Then do as you say."
"How have you been practicing recently?" Zhao Linchuan changed the subject, his tone gentle and concerned, "Have you encountered any bottlenecks?"
"I haven't had any impact on my cultivation."
Yan Lingji answered truthfully, but his brows furrowed slightly, and there was a hint of worry in his voice.
"But Dong'er has encountered some bottlenecks."
"When Dong'er's Second Martial Soul absorbed the fourth god-level Soul Ring, Soul Power Level had already broken through to the demigod level."
"But now she has added six god-level Soul Ring to Second Martial Soul, but Soul Power is still stuck in the demigod-level state and has not made any progress."
As he spoke, Yan Lingji tapped his fingers on the table twice.
"According to her own guess, it may be because her Martial Soul is too evil, and it is much more difficult to become a god than others."
"If she wants to become a god, she must fill up all Second Martial Soul and Soul Ring."
"But in that case, her body may not be able to bear it and explode directly."
"Is that so?"
Zhao Linchuan nodded slightly and blurted out:
"This is not a big problem. I have a way to greatly increase your physical strength."
"In this way, when Dong'er comes back in the evening, you two come to my room together and I will help you break through."
"Dong'er and I will go to your room together in the evening?" Yan Lingji said with a joking face.
She tilted her head slightly and looked at Zhao Linchuan, her eyes full of understanding.
"Husband, if you want me and Dong'er to take care of you, just say so, why bother beating around the bush?"
"It's not like our sisters didn't agree to do this."
"You bitch." Zhao Linchuan said with a straight face, "Why do you always think of me so dirty?"
"I am preparing to use my divine power to guide Primordial Starlight and baptize your bodies so that your bodies will become stronger and can accommodate more Soul Power."
His tone was serious and solemn, and his eyes were clear and candid, as if every word he said came from the bottom of his heart.
"The result..."
He sighed and said with a melancholy look:
"But you treat me like this. It really breaks my heart."
After the words fell, Zhao Linchuan showed a sad expression, his brows drooped, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, and his whole person exuded an aura of "I'm very hurt."
He stood up and turned to leave.
"Husband!" Yan Lingji stood up in a hurry, reached out and grabbed Zhao Linchuan's arm, and said in an urgent and panic voice, "I'm sorry, husband..."
Yan Lingji lowered his head, not daring to look into Zhao Linchuan's eyes.
"It's all because of my wife's bad intentions. It's because I think too dirty about my wife."
"Can you forgive Ling Ji?"
Zhao Linchuan closed his eyes and did not answer.
His chin was raised slightly, with an indifferent look on his face that said "I'm very angry", but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was holding back a smile.
Yan Lingji bit her lip when she saw this, her eyes flickered a few times, as if she was making a difficult decision.
After a moment, she said with some determination:
"Sir, as long as you can forgive Ling Ji, Ling Ji will agree to whatever you ask Ling Ji to do."
"Really?" Zhao Linchuan asked with a straight face.
"Really! No matter what you ask Ling Ji to do, Ling Ji will promise you."
Yan Lingji shook Zhao Linchuan's arms, his voice soft and urgent, with a hint of coquettishness.
"Husband, all your mistakes are Ling Ji's fault."
"Your Majesty, you don't remember the faults of villains, please spare Ling Ji this time."
"You."
Zhao Linchuan chuckled, and the indifference on his face instantly disappeared.
"What a torturous monster."
He reached out and pinched Yan Lingji's cheek, and lightly rubbed his fingertips on her smooth skin.
"I'm hungry, go and cook for me."
"So, you forgive me?" Yan Lingji raised his head, with some expectation in his eyes.
"Have you ever seen your husband angry with you?"
"Yes, you were so fierce when you were angry that time..."
"Which time?"
"Just that one time..." Yan Lingji's cheeks turned slightly red and his eyes evaded, "I said at that time, 'Can you do it, little brother?'"
"In the end, you tortured me all night..."
"Then tell me... am I good at it or not?"
"... Okay."