Fetal Form Revealed, Furnace Opened for Pill Refinement

Madam Wen admired the flowers beneath the moon. A "Ever-Spring Tree" had been planted in the courtyard, its branches dotted with yellow blossoms, spirituous and dewy. The flowers and grass beneath it flourished with vigorous life.

Moonlight poured down like water over the tree. A light breeze stirred, making the flowering branches sway. It was a tranquil scene of beauty, carrying a unique charm.

This Ever-Spring Tree was no ordinary species. It could even be counted among Essence Treasures. If its heartwood were cut out and stewed, it could produce a pot of Essence Soup that would greatly benefit one's cultivation after consumption.

Beyond that, it had another use: preserving spring.

Within a radius of one li around this tree, spring remained forever. No matter whether storms raged outside, summer heat became unbearable, or bitter northern winds howled, the area surrounding the Ever-Spring Tree was always lush as spring.

The inner courtyard was not springlike all year round—it held all four seasons of spring.

Wen Caishang used the tree's flowers to steep fine wine, producing a jar of "Spring Fragrance Wine." Lady Broken Sword was skilled in many arts and crafts, some profound and some shallow. Brewing wine was one of her more impressive arts. Among One Accord Manor's many businesses, wine shops were among the largest, one of her means of gathering wealth.

Martial arts and martial techniques contained the philosophies of Heaven and Earth. People had a thousand faces, and martial arts had a thousand faces as well. Martial moves often contained countless insights into the Dao.

Anyone who became a master had surely dabbled broadly.

Wen Caishang drank a cup of wine. Its fragrance mingled with the scent of flowers, lingering between her lips and teeth.

Her gaze fell upon the two swords lying on the ground,