ah? The palace fighting system can also cultivate immortality

Du Xinghe raised his eyes and his eyelids slightly lifted.

The wide sleeves of Emperor Ying Cang's robe blocked a portion of the moonlight, and the condensed light outlined a cold and lonely edge of light for his tall figure - people who practice immortal cultivation will always attract the spiritual closeness of heaven and earth. The moonlight inadvertently gathered on the top of his head and shoulders, and even his dust-free green lotus crown was soaked with starlight.

It was as if he was the bright moon itself.

"You're so red."

Du Xinghe stated a fact.

“…You are mistaken.”

What a great master in the fusion stage, he has 100% control over his body. In the blink of an eye, Du Xinghe saw his face turn from red to the tip of his ears to the cold white skin he had covered up in the underground palace. He tried to cover it up, but he didn't adjust the color, and his handsome face turned pale in the moonlight.

"Okay, I was wrong."

Du Xinghe moved the chain with two fingers, and in order to prevent the chain from breaking, Ying Cangdi had to shorten the distance between him and her.

She only discovered today that forcing others to get closer to her was actually such a fun thing.

She was so amused that she didn't pay attention and shortened the distance too much.

So close that one can hug the other person just by raising his hand.

"You are different now," Emperor Ying Cang said, "brighter."

Du Xinghe couldn't help but touch his hair.

Fortunately, my hair is thick.

I don't know where the word bright comes from.

Emperor Ying Cang: "When I first saw you, you were only as bright as a firefly, then you were an oil lamp, and now you are a bonfire."

She thought for a moment.

Above the Jindan stage, the concepts of beauty and ugliness are downplayed. Except for great beauties like Ji Wuhuo who are favored by Heaven, high-level cultivators can see deeper and more ethereal things when they observe each other... Just like when she first met Emperor Ying Cang, if he had not deliberately restrained his strength, she would have been overwhelmed by the huge amount of "information" and unable to move just by meeting him.

Du Xinghe saw him this way, and he saw her the same way.

He could "see" more in her than before.

She felt that he would only observe from the dark without saying anything, but just by watching her quietly, he understood her better day by day...but the direction of his understanding was not right. Du Xinghe hummed: "So I am better than before, but why are you saying this suddenly?"

Emperor Ying Cang: "I want to say something you like to hear."

Du Xinghe was stunned.

Emperor Ying Cang: "Every time Ji Wuhuo talks to you, he can make you laugh with just a few words."

and so……

Was he just flattering her?

His Majesty is almost negative in interpersonal communication. He does not need social etiquette. He will automatically yield to others when he goes to that station, not to mention the advanced operations such as flattery and flattery. Du Xinghe could not help laughing at his tone, and he misunderstood it even more: "So you really like to hear these things."

Emperor Ying Cang was somewhat happy and felt that he had made great progress.

He has learned how to make her happy now.

It can be said that he is at the level of a smooth-talking playboy, and His Majesty is secretly pleased with himself.

"It's hard for you to rack your brains to come up with words to praise a little golden elixir of mine."

Du Xinghe glanced at him, his bright eyes filled with a lively smile.

"I didn't just think of it now. I've seen you this way for a long time. Otherwise, how could I know you have five Five Pills the moment we met?"

Words were too pale, so Emperor Ying Cang simply held her hand and let her briefly see what he saw.

The moment their hands held, Du Xinghe's five senses suddenly increased dramatically, as if she was a weakened version of the scenery behind a door. She was surrounded by colorful lights, and in the middle of the light were her and His Majesty. To him, she was like a mayfly seeing the blue sky.

She saw herself in His Majesty's eyes.

Not only was he a pretty face, a well-proportioned body, and even his legs and other details that were highlighted in romance novels, she saw in his eyes the direction of all her spiritual power, the meridians, the acupuncture points on her body, the spiritual platform, and the five golden pills that were slowly flowing...

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Just when Ying Cangdi was still secretly happy that he had held Du Xinghe's hand, she quickly retracted her hand, turned around, covered her mouth and started coughing violently.

Bad news, I almost vomited my dinner while holding hands.

Good news, I didn’t eat dinner, so there’s nothing to vomit.

"Xinghe, are you okay?"

Facing His Majesty's concerned eyes, Du Xinghe touched his forehead lightly and thought for a long time: "Your Majesty, why don't you take a closer look at my face and legs? Am I still a human being in your eyes? Aren't your preferences a bit strange?"

Most girls would find it embarrassing if the opposite sex only pays attention to their face and legs.

but……

This deconstructs her into a nihilistic person!

Who can fall in love at first sight with a bunch of atoms? If not, just look at their appearance!

Emperor Ying Cang suddenly realized and smiled again: "Hmm... It seems that through resonance I can only let you see part of it. I can put you back together. You are very good and very attractive to me."

Du Xinghe holds a very conservative attitude towards His Majesty's aesthetic taste.

She decided to change the subject and gently pulled the chain on her hand: "I feel uneasy holding your majesty with this chain."

"Why?" Emperor Ying Cang was puzzled: "I am very obedient."

"…Don't talk nonsense."

"Didn't I agree to all your requests?"

Du Xinghe recalled.

It seems true.

The national treasury was open to her and her every request was met.

However, she could not ask him for much. His Majesty was like a cheat that destroyed the fairness of the game. If she relied on him too much, it would be like a cultivator relying on natural treasures and elixirs to help him break through the bottleneck. His fate would be the same as Yin Cifeng's. His realm had been broken through, but it was very weak and would shatter at the touch of a button. He could not defeat anyone of the same level.

Du Xinghe loosened the chain so that he could sit down next to him:

"Aren't we friends? It's strange to use obedience between friends."

"Didn't you also use this word to Ji Wuhuo?"

The clear light enters my eyes, and the outline of my body becomes blurred.

Du Xinghe raised his eyebrows: "Do you care about Ji Wuhuo?"

"He likes you, so I naturally care."

"Then why don't you kill him?" Du Xinghe wondered.

That is the style that a powerful person in the fusion stage should have.

This sentence silenced Emperor Ying Cang again. The night wind blew the lotus on his crown slightly. After a while, he said, "Then you... definitely won't like me anymore."

The words were low and contained a hint of grievance.

Could he not know that this was the easiest way?

But he saw Du Xinghe's temper.

She might not like the boy named Ji very much, but if he killed him for this, she would definitely never smile at him again.

...Just thinking about this made Emperor Ying Cang feel uncomfortable.

Cang Hengzi was right. His life as an immortal was too smooth, which was actually causing him trouble and attracting him.

"That's true."

"He is from the Ji family, it is impossible for him to join any sect." He lowered his eyes, with a sour tone that could not be concealed: "Didn't I join the Xinghe Sect and the Pure Yang Heavenly King? We are on the same side. I can also ask about the Xuan Dynasty news you want to find out from him."