My Taoist buddy has practiced surrogacy

Chapter 1467 Small talk
They opened a martial arts school, teaching villagers martial arts for self-defense and also helping nearby villages develop production and improve people's lives. Their lives were fulfilling and enjoyable. Every evening at sunset, the two would stroll hand in hand along country lanes, savoring their happy moments…

Time flies, and many years have passed in the blink of an eye. Ah Xing is no longer the amnesiac young man he once was, but a respected elder; Ling Xue has also transformed from a young girl into a virtuous wife and loving mother, but their feelings for each other remain unchanged. Under their influence, Gulong Town has become more prosperous and peaceful, with its people living in peace and contentment, doors left unlocked at night, and lost items returned without being stolen—truly realizing the ideal society where no one picks up lost items!
Winter always arrives exceptionally early and fiercely in the northern frontier. The biting wind howls like a knife, whipping up swirling snowflakes that blanket the entire land in a silvery white. Ling Xue wrapped her cotton robe tighter around herself, yet still felt the chill pierce to the bone. She followed her father, General Ling, on an inspection of the military camp, the thick snow crunching under her feet.

Suddenly, the rapid sound of horses' hooves grew louder as they approached. A troop of men broke through the snowstorm, led by a young man dressed in fine clothes but looking utterly exhausted. He was tall and straight, with a heroic air about him, though his expression was somewhat haggard. This man was none other than Zhou Xing, the eldest son of the emperor, who had been exiled here.

General Ling hurriedly stepped forward and bowed, "Your Highness, may you live a thousand years." Zhou Xing nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on Ling Xue. For a fleeting moment, his eyes flickered, as if he were drawn to the girl's clear, bright eyes. Ling Xue also curiously observed him, secretly wondering why this prince had appeared in this harsh, cold place.

After settling Zhou Xing in, General Ling hosted a banquet to welcome him back. During the banquet, despite his predicament, Zhou Xing remained elegant and composed. As he recounted his past in the capital, a hint of melancholy occasionally flashed in his eyes. Ling Xue sat quietly to the side, listening attentively, occasionally interjecting a few words. Her knowledge and eloquence surprised Zhou Xing.

After the banquet, Zhou Xing expressed his desire to tour the military camp's defenses. General Ling readily agreed and led him and Ling Xue along. On the city wall, Zhou Xing carefully examined the soldiers' training and weaponry, nodding in approval from time to time. Ling Xue, meanwhile, provided a detailed explanation of the border's military layout and defense strategies, her professional expertise impressing Zhou Xing.

Back at his lodgings, Zhou Xing tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He thought of how he had been demoted here due to court intrigue, his future uncertain, and his heart was filled with sorrow. But the woman named Ling Xue he had met today was like a ray of warm sunshine in winter, bringing a glimmer of light to his gloomy life.

In the days that followed, Zhou Xing often sought Ling Xue's advice on military strategy and tactics. Ling Xue came from a military family and had been exposed to military matters since childhood, possessing unique insights into military affairs. She would point out the strategic situation and analyze the enemy's and her own situation in front of the sand table, and Zhou Xing listened with great interest, occasionally offering his own opinions. The two exchanged ideas and benefited greatly from each other.

Once, they went hunting together. The vast plains were covered in snow, and prey darted through the woods. Zhou Xing spurred his horse, chasing a hare. Suddenly, the hare darted into a hidden burrow, and Zhou Xing followed closely behind. But he hadn't gone far when he lost his way. Just as he was becoming increasingly anxious, Ling Xue followed his tracks. Holding a torch, she calmly surveyed her surroundings and quickly found a way out. Looking at her composed demeanor, Zhou Xing felt a surge of admiration.

As they spent more time together, their understanding of each other deepened. Zhou Xing discovered that Ling Xue was not only exceptionally intelligent but also kind-hearted. She often cared for wounded soldiers, personally preparing medicine to treat their injuries; she also organized women to sew cotton-padded clothes for the soldiers, bringing them warmth. Ling Xue also saw Zhou Xing's unwavering resilience; despite his demotion, he never gave up hope for the future, continuing to improve himself and waiting for an opportunity to rise again.

On a moonlit night, the two strolled across the meadow outside the camp. Zhou Xing gazed at the twinkling stars and sighed, "If I could return to the capital, I would surely reform the corrupt practices of the court and bring peace and prosperity to the people." Ling Xue looked into his resolute eyes and whispered, "I believe Your Highness can do it." At that moment, a subtle atmosphere filled the air, their eyes met, and time seemed to stand still.

However, the peaceful life did not last long. News came from the border that nomadic tribes were gathering forces, intending to invade the Central Plains. The border was in dire straits, and war was imminent. General Ling was ordered to lead troops to meet the enemy, and Zhou Xing resolutely requested to join the battle. He wanted to take this opportunity to prove his abilities and contribute to the defense of the frontier. Seeing his determination, General Ling agreed.

On the battlefield, smoke filled the air, and war drums thundered. The enemy army surged forward like a tidal wave. General Ling commanded with composure, and the soldiers fought bravely. Zhou Xing charged ahead on his warhorse, brandishing his longsword and slaying many enemies. However, having spent so much time in the palace, he lacked practical combat experience and soon found himself in a dangerous situation. A cold arrow flew towards him, about to strike a vital spot, but Ling Xue reacted swiftly, leaping forward and pushing him away. The arrowhead grazed her arm, staining her sleeve with blood.

Zhou Xing was both shocked and furious. He wanted to take Ling Xue back to heal her wounds, but Ling Xue stubbornly said, "We can't retreat now! If we back down, morale will waver." So, she quickly bandaged her wounds and continued fighting. Inspired by her, the soldiers' morale soared, and they fought valiantly against the enemy's attack.

After a fierce battle, the two sides reached a stalemate. The enemy sent elite troops to raid our supply camp, attempting to cut off our supply lines. The situation was extremely critical, and Zhou Xing led a team to their rescue. In the chaos, they lost contact with the main force and were trapped in a valley. They were surrounded by steep cliffs and dense forests, and the enemy's shouts grew ever closer.

Zhou Xing, Ling Xue, and the others trapped in the valley did not panic. They quickly calmed down and discussed their options. Ling Xue noticed a small stream flowing through a low-lying area in the valley, and she speculated that following the stream might lead them out. Zhou Xing adopted her suggestion and led the group cautiously in that direction.

Along the way, they encountered numerous small enemy units that attempted to ambush them. Each battle was exceptionally fierce, but they repeatedly escaped danger thanks to their indomitable will and outstanding combat skills. In one skirmish, a dense hail of enemy arrows rained down. To protect Zhou Xing, Ling Xue shielded him with her body, taking multiple arrows to her back. She endured the excruciating pain, gritting her teeth, refusing to fall.

Finally, they found a narrow passage. The exit was heavily guarded by enemy troops, but this was their only chance. Zhou Xing decided to take the risk and led his men in a surprise attack. The soldiers fought bravely, their battle cries shaking the heavens and earth. Although Ling Xue was seriously wounded, she insisted on wielding her weapon and fighting. Under their onslaught, the enemy's formation was thrown into chaos. Zhou Xing seized the opportunity to lead his men through a bloody path, successfully breaking through the enemy lines.

When they dragged their exhausted bodies back to the camp, the entire army was deeply moved. Ling Xue was unconscious due to her severe injuries, and Zhou Xing stayed by her side, his eyes filled with guilt and heartache. He held her hand tightly and whispered, "You must wake up. I promised you we would see a peaceful and prosperous world together."

Under everyone's careful care, Ling Xue gradually woke up. Her wounds slowly healed, and her body gradually recovered. Zhou Xing would visit her every day, telling her stories from the battlefield and his ideals and ambitions. Ling Xue listened, her eyes filled with smiles and admiration.

As time passed, their feelings for each other deepened. One quiet evening, the setting sun cast its glow upon them. Zhou Xing mustered his courage and confessed his feelings to Ling Xue: "Miss Ling Xue, these past few days with you have made me realize I have fallen deeply in love with you. I wish to spend my life with you, never to leave you." Ling Xue blushed, shyly lowered her head, and gently nodded. However, their love was not without its obstacles. Some in the court learned of Zhou Xing and Ling Xue's relationship, believing it would damage the prince's image and reputation, and submitted memorials impeaching him. The emperor also heard of this and was furious, issuing an edict ordering Zhou Xing to return to the capital immediately and forbidding him from having any further contact with Ling Xue.

Zhou Xing was devastated upon receiving the imperial decree. He didn't want to leave Ling Xue, but he dared not disobey the emperor's command. Ling Xue saw his dilemma and, fighting back tears, said to him, "Your Highness should prioritize the greater good and return. I will wait for you here until you achieve your dreams, then come and fetch me." Zhou Xing tearfully bid farewell to Ling Xue and embarked on his journey back to the capital.

Upon returning to the capital, Zhou Xing secretly plotted to reclaim the throne. He befriended loyal officials and generals, gathering evidence to expose the crimes of the Imperial Concubine and the Prince of Jin. Through his efforts, the truth gradually came to light. It turned out that the emperor's decision to exile him to the border based on slander was a conspiracy, orchestrated by the Imperial Concubine and her son.

When the time was ripe, Zhou Xing launched a coup, eliminating the power of the Imperial Concubine and the Prince of Jin in one fell swoop. The Emperor, realizing his mistakes, abdicated in favor of Zhou Xing. After ascending the throne, the new Emperor immediately sent people to the border to welcome Ling Xue into the palace as Empress.

The moment Ling Xue, adorned in her phoenix coronet and embroidered robes, entered the palace, Zhou Xing had already been waiting outside for a long time. He led her by the hand into the main hall, where they received the homage of civil and military officials. From then on, they ruled the world hand in hand, ushering in a prosperous era. And those days spent together on the frontier, enduring hardships, became the most precious memories of their lives.

As dawn broke, mist swirled among the verdant mountains, like a veil dancing in the air. Inside the grand sect, a group of young disciples stood ready, their eyes filled with anticipation and excitement. This trial in the secret realm was a crucial opportunity for them to prove their strength and seek breakthroughs. Standing at the very front of the group was the sect's Holy Maiden—Ling Xue.

She wore a simple white dress, her figure graceful, like a fairy descended from heaven. Her long, glossy black hair flowed in the wind, and her delicate face exuded a cool and resolute air. A nimble sword hung at her waist, the patterns on its scabbard shimmering with a mysterious light. The surrounding disciples were unconsciously drawn to her aura, secretly admiring her.

At the elder's command, everyone took to their swords and flew towards the mysterious secret realm. Upon entering, the scene before them left everyone breathless. Towering ancient trees blocked out the sun, exotic flowers and plants emitted a mesmerizing glow, and various rare and exotic beasts roamed and frolicked among the trees. The air was filled with a rich spiritual energy, as if every breath brought a sense of comfort and well-being.

However, danger lurked within. Low, guttural roars echoed from the depths, reminding people that this was no paradise. Ling Xue warily surveyed her surroundings, her hand gripping her sword tightly. She knew that this place, brimming with opportunity, was equally fraught with challenges.

During her exploration, Ling Xue gradually drifted away from the main group. She followed a secluded stream, hoping to find some unique natural treasures. Suddenly, the tranquility was shattered by the sounds of fierce fighting. She rushed over to investigate and saw a ragged young man locked in a life-or-death struggle with several ferocious demonic beasts.

The man was Zhou Xing, a rogue cultivator. Although he lacked ornate clothing and sophisticated weapons, his eyes revealed a tenacious will and an indomitable spirit. His moves were simple and direct, yet brimming with power. Despite being in perilous circumstances, he did not flinch, fighting valiantly against the attacks of the demonic beasts.

Seeing this, Ling Xue didn't hesitate to draw her sword and help. Her arrival instantly turned the tide, and the demonic beasts were defeated one after another under her fierce attacks. Zhou Xing took the opportunity to catch his breath and looked at her gratefully: "Thank you for saving me, young lady." Ling Xue nodded slightly: "You're welcome. In this secret realm, we should support each other."

After a brief exchange, the two discovered that their shared goal was to find precious spiritual herbs to enhance their cultivation. Therefore, they decided to travel together and explore this unknown region. Along the way, they cooperated seamlessly, easily overcoming many difficulties and dangers.

As they ventured deeper into the heart of the secret realm, the environment and the level of danger increased dramatically. The spiritual energy here became extremely chaotic, frequently triggering powerful storms and lightning. Once, while traversing a misty forest, they inadvertently triggered an ancient trap. Countless sharp thorns sprouted from the ground, attacking them.

Zhou Xing reacted quickly, grabbing Ling Xue's hand and leaping backward. Several thorns still tore their clothes, leaving shallow bloodstains. Before they could even catch their breath, a swarm of poisonous bees swarmed in. These bees were enormous, their stingers gleaming coldly, clearly indicating their extremely potent venom.

"Watch out!" Zhou Xing shouted, shielding Ling Xue behind him. He then charged towards the swarm of poisonous bees, frantically swinging his short sword to try and carve a path to safety. Ling Xue wasn't idle either; she cast a spell, releasing bursts of frost to slow the bees.

During the fierce struggle, Zhou Xing was unfortunately stung on the arm by a poisonous bee. The wound quickly swelled up and became red, accompanied by excruciating pain. Ling Xue hurriedly took out the antidote pills she carried with her to treat him. Seeing Zhou Xing's pained expression, a pang of heartache welled up in her heart: "Bear with it, it'll be over soon."

Having survived this crisis, the two grew even closer. They continued their journey and came to the foot of a steep mountain. A narrow path led down the mountain, with sheer drop-offs on either side. Just halfway up, a massive boulder suddenly tumbled down.