Lu Yaoyao was the happiest upon learning that Lu Yuanzhi had arrived, and rushed over at the first opportunity.
"Master Lu!"
Lu Yuanzhi looked at the girl who, like him, practiced the cold attribute cultivation technique, his eyes full of gratification.
When he sensed the realm fluctuation on Lu Yaoyao, he was even more surprised: "You've already comprehended the outline of your realm?"
Lu Yaoyao shyly lowered her head: "Compared to Zhou, I'm still far behind."
When her father was taken to the Vast Mansion by her second uncle, it took him only ten months to comprehend the Overbearing Realm.
In the following three years, not only did he thoroughly refine his realm, but he also smoothly broke through to Great Perfection, ultimately reaching Divinity Transformation.
She and Yan Xiaohu witnessed all of this personally.
And as for herself...
The sa three years had passed, yet she was still lingering at the late stage of Nascent Soul, and the realm was still far off.
Lu Yuanzhi, however, was gratified.
In his eyes, being able to successfully find a suitable direction for her realm at the late stage of Nascent Soul and to comprehend its general outline was already quite impressive.
He gently patted her shoulder: "How many geniuses like your brother Zhou could there be in this world? You're already doing very well."
His eyes flashed with brilliance: "Continuing as before in the academy, I will guide you to quickly comprehend the realm and break through to Divinity Transformation sooner."
Lu Yaoyao's eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly.
"Tell about the direction you are comprehending," Lu Yuanzhi asked curiously.
Lu Yaoyao excitedly described: "I want to use 'filial piety' as the core, so my first target is Zhou..."
As he listened, Lu Yuanzhi's expression gradually froze.
He knew the girl worshiped Zhou Qing, but he didn't expect it to be to this extent!
"Realm of Filial Piety"?
Is filial piety a power?
"Master Lu, what do you think?" Lu Yaoyao asked expectantly after finishing her explanation.
Lu Yuanzhi's mouth twitched, but he finally managed a smile.
"Not bad... I've never heard of such a realm before, but now it's too late to change, so just proceed with your thoughts slowly."
...
In the following days, the Lu family sisters, after disguising themselves, had thoroughly integrated into the Taiqing Sect.
Only a few high-level mbers were aware of the two Spirit Severing Realm individuals within the sect, and among the core disciples, only Zhou Qing, Lu Yaoyao, Yan Xiaohu, and Li Daoxuan knew.
After all, the four of them had been together at the White Jade Taixu Courtyard and were acquaintances.
And the Supre Elder and Peak Masters almost daily surrounded the two, seeking insights into the Spirit Severing Realm.
Lu Yaoyao often didn't see Master Lu for entire days.
With no choice, she had to go to the Little Spirit Peak, sitting quietly in a corner sketching serene monts of Zhou Qing and the old hen to gain insight into her realm.
...
As the morning light appeared, the mountain gate of Taiqing Sect was enveloped by a thin layer of mist.
The disciples guarding the mountain were yawning when suddenly a lodious sound of bells echoed from the sky.
Elder Wuzhu, who had just returned from the Jade Dining Hall with breakfast, looked up sharply.
He saw a golden flying ship breaking through the clouds, its hull decorated with lifelike dragon patterns, shining with dazzling golden light under the sunrise.
"Is that... the royal flag?"
Upon seeing clearly the royal flag fluttering on the ship, Elder Wuzhu quickly took out his identity token and sent a ssage to the Sect Leader.
"Which consort is coming again?" Elder Wuzhu murmured, stuffing a spirit egg into his mouth, choking so badly that his eyes rolled back.
He quickly drank a few gulps of spirit porridge to catch his breath.
There was no choice; he was old, and Spirit Severing was out of reach.
To him, being able to peacefully guard the mountain gate and occasionally indulge in his appetites was already a great blessing.
"Boom——"
Soon, the flying ship slowly descended onto the square in front of the mountain gate, stirring a wave of spiritual power ripples.
As the ship's door opened, two teams of gold-armored guards filed out and stood in a row on both sides.
Then, a young man wearing a moon-white brocade robe walked out slowly.
He had a handso face, with a slightly scholarly air between his brows, carrying a simple long sword at his waist, exuding a gentle and refined deanor.
"Seventh Prince Xuanyuan Yichen!"
Behind the barrier, Cao Zhengyang and others frowned deeply.
Having collaborated with the Cangyan Daoist Palace to slay Princess Consort Ying and the Shadow Guard, the people of Taiqing Sect were apprehensive.
Now, with the Lu family sisters hiding here and their connection to Consort Chen, they were even more nervous about eting soone from the royal family.
"Why is he here?" Mo Xingjian wondered.
It's known that when Princess Consort Ying and the Liu family first arrived in the Eastern Domain, they continuously hinted that the murder of the Fifth Prince was related to this fellow.
Zhou Qing, who also received the news, quietly watched Xuanyuan Yichen.
But his first thought was whether Shen Huangmao, on his way back, had taken sothing from this fellow.
He was really curious about where this fellow got those forbidden items from the Fifth-level Cultivation Country?
A seemingly harmless person, what sches might he be hiding?
"Early-stage Divinity Transformation..."
Zhou Qing keenly captured the spiritual power fluctuation emitted by the other party, raising an eyebrow.
The last ti they t at the border, this prince was still troubled about comprehending his realm, and now he had successfully broken through.
Zhou Qing couldn't help feeling a sense of ti's passage.
The first ti they t, this fellow and Ninth Princess Xuanyuan Muqian ca to Taiqing Sect to spar with the senior brother, hoping to comprehend his realm from it.
Ti has passed, and everyone had stepped into the Divinity Transformation level.
After Xuanyuan Yichen walked out of the flying ship, he did not imdiately step forward but respectfully stepped aside.
Then, a burly middle-aged man stepped out.
He wore a black python robe, with a firm face and eyes like lightning, exuding an overwhelming pressure around him.
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