Breaking the Silkworm Garment, Raising a Husband

The full moon hung high, and the inner courtyard was springlike all year round.

The Mind-Calming Pagoda stood pitch-black, lofty and solemn. Silver radiance spilled over it, making the side nearest the moon seem lacquered in silver.

Hearing the transmitted message, Li Xian did not dare delay. He stopped his martial cultivation and immediately made his way beneath the pagoda. From afar, it stood tall and imposing, carrying a unique aura.

Li Xian stopped outside the door. A moment later, Madam Wen's voice transmitted to him. "Climb the tower."

The Mind-Calming Pagoda had black bricks and red tiles, every material far from ordinary. It could suppress feng shui and settle a household. Madam Wen was deeply versed in miscellaneous arts, feng shui and the Eight Trigrams,

geomancy and construction, alchemy and medicine—she had dabbled in them all. It showed in every aspect.

When Li Xian entered the pagoda, yin energy rushed at his face, leaving him cool and refreshed. After a few more steps, a wave of hot wind blew over him. The chill faded, replaced by stifling heat and irritation.

This was the marvel of its feng shui arrangement. The tower's base resembled the Eight Trigrams and could regulate yin and yang. The clear winds of heaven and earth entered the tower, passed through several trigrams, separated into yin winds and yang winds, then blew back out through the main doors.

The yin wind was light and floating, sweeping away dust, sweat, grime, weariness, and stray thoughts. The yang wind was dry and stifling, driving away dampness and foul air. The moment one entered, it already regulated yin and yang. The stairs spiraled upward, while the tower remained without light all day long, so dark one could not see their fingers before their face. One had to follow the