Legend of Qin world.
Yan State, Ji City.
Crown Prince's Mansion.
This is a splendid palace complex with cornices, carved beams and painted buildings. The layers of palaces look like a dormant giant beast in the dusk.
The mansion was heavily guarded, with three steps, one post, five steps and one sentry. The soldiers were holding bronze spears and swords hanging from their waists. They stood at their posts with expressionless faces, scanning the surroundings like hawks.
The afterglow of the setting sun slanted in from the gaps in the palace, making the bronzes and colored porcelain displayed on both sides of the corridor shine brilliantly, as if silently telling the distinguished status of the owner of this mansion.
However, in such a palace that symbolizes "one person is inferior to ten thousand people", Crown Prince Dan of Yan is looking at the person facing him with horror on his face.
The man was dressed in black robes, and although his face was young and handsome, his eyes were as deep as abyss, making people afraid to look directly into them.
He said in an indifferent tone, "Are you Prince Dan?"
Prince Dan's Adam's apple rolled. He forced himself to calm down and replied:
"Junior Prince Dan, I don't know senior..."
"Whoosh--!"
Zhao Linchuan didn't give him a chance to finish what he said. He just flicked his finger, and a golden light the size of a fingernail instantly emerged from his fingertips. As fast as lightning, it went straight to the "weakness" of Prince Dan.
"Uh..."
Prince Dan's face instantly turned pale, his legs softened, and he collapsed to the ground like a pile of mud. His hands subconsciously covered his crotch, his body curled up into a ball, and he made a dull sound of pain from his mouth.
He could clearly feel that something very important in his body had lost consciousness.
From this moment on, he changed from "Crown Prince Dan of Yan" to "Yan Dazi⺆" and became an incomplete man.
"Senior... senior... what do you mean by this?!"
He raised his head with difficulty, wanting to see Zhao Linchuan, but found that he was no longer in the palace.
"Come... come... call the doctor... quickly..." he shouted weakly.
There were rapid footsteps outside the palace, and several attendants ran in in a panic. When they saw Prince Dan collapsed on the ground, their expressions changed suddenly, and they hurriedly helped him up. Others quickly ran out to call for a doctor.
The hall became a mess.
Half a day later.
Taoist School, Scripture Library.
Scripture Library is located at the highest point of Taoist School Mountain Gate. It is a towering wooden structure pavilion, simple and solemn.
The interior of the pavilion was dimly lit, with rows of tall bookshelves extending from the floor to the ceiling, densely filled with bamboo slips and silk books.
There are countless scriptures, spells, prescriptions, and formations.
Zhao Linchuan sat cross-legged on the central open space of Scripture Library, his eyes slightly closed, Soul Power surging around his body, like invisible threads extending from his body, connecting hundreds of brushes suspended in the air, writing quickly on the spread silk.
His mind was like the Thousand-Hand Guanyin, but there were so many scriptures and spells here that even at his terrifying speed, it still took him a full day to copy them before completing them.
The next afternoon.
The sun sets in the west.
Zhao Linchuan pushed open the door of Scripture Library, took a step out, looked sideways in a certain direction, and stayed for a moment, with a meaningful light flashing in his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, he withdrew his gaze, stood up from the ground, turned into a bright golden light, flew towards the nine heavens, and disappeared into the clouds in the blink of an eye.
After the golden light disappeared, a middle-aged man slowly walked out from behind the bamboo forest on the side of Scripture Library.
The middle-aged man wore a purple Daoist robe and a lotus crown on his head. He had a clear face and a flowing beard, giving him an air of immortality.
He stood in the open space in front of Scripture Library, looking up at the empty sky, his eyes full of shock and awe, and said to himself:
"It's an immortal! It's an immortal! It's really an immortal!!"
"Quick! Come quickly, bring some pen and ink!"
"I want to draw the immortal's posture! Hurry!"
Yin-Yang School.
The residence of Yue Shen.
This is an elegant and quiet room, located on the east side of the Yin-Yang School headquarters, away from the hustle and bustle.
In the bathroom, water vapor is thick, and the air is filled with a faint scent of herbs.
Yue Shen is soaking in warm water, with a few strands of wet hair sticking to her fair shoulders. Water droplets are rolling down her skin, glowing with crystal luster under the candlelight.
She closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her face looked a little hazy in the mist.
Suddenly, she frowned slightly and felt a dull pain in her chest.
She raised her hand and rubbed her chest gently, feeling as if there was a ball of cotton stuck there, making her breathless.
The pain became more and more obvious, spreading from her chest to her throat. She couldn't help but cough lightly, opened her lips slightly, and spit out a few traces of blood.
The bright red blood streaks fell on the water and spread quickly, like a blooming red flower, slowly blooming in the water and then gradually dissipating.
Yue Shen looked at the gradually fading red color on the water, his eyes as gloomy as water.
Her fingers clenched the edge of the bucket tightly, and she gritted her teeth and said:
"Just wait!"
"Time will prove who is the more suitable person to be Eastern Lord!"
Her voice gradually dropped, becoming sour and aggrieved.
"Why are my efforts never seen?"
"Why does she always attract people's attention?"
"Maybe the clouds cover the moon so that it cannot shine."
A clear voice came from outside the vertical screen and passed clearly into Yue Shen's ears.
"Who?!"
Yue Shen was suddenly startled, and hurriedly crossed his arms in front of his chest to protect his vitals, and his body sank slightly, hiding more parts in the water.
Her eyes were like daggers, staring at the direction of the vertical screen, and shouted in a cold voice, "Hide your head and show your tail, get out of here!"
"Then I'm coming out, don't worry."
After the words fell, a black figure slowly walked out from behind the vertical screen.
Zhao Linchuan's face was soft, and his eyes fell calmly on Yue Shen.
"Ah--!"
Yue Shen screamed, the sound was sharp and bright, and the petals on the water surface jumped.
The moon-blue inner energy around her instantly rioted, like an enraged tsunami, erupting from her body and sweeping away in all directions.
"Bang--!"
The huge bathtub could not withstand the violent internal force and instantly fell into pieces.
Warm water surged out in all directions, like a flood that broke a bank, gushes all over the ground and wetted a large area of the green bricks on the ground.
Yue Shen was curled up on the ground, his arms tightly protecting his chest, his legs together, his head hanging down, his long hair covering most of his face, and his whole body was pink with embarrassment.
At this moment, she wished she could hit her head and die, and never let Zhao Linchuan look at her again.
She quickly glanced at the dress that was hung not far away. It was only seven or eight steps away from her, but it seemed like it was separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.
Yue Shen bit his lip, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and then he used his body technique, and his body was like a pink lightning, flying towards the dress.