The Ming Dynasty took an unconventional approach

Yin Song put Pan Jun down on the ground, lifted a corner of his cloak to reveal a dark, round head: "Senior Brother, the spiritual rain is still falling, what should we do?"

Wang Feiyin stepped forward to check her pulse, pried open her mouth and stuffed a spiritual medicine inside, then said, "Her cultivation technique will run on its own. Let her get some rain here."

The rain lasted for a full half hour. The raindrops were fine and moving. The clouds above Pan Jun's head only gave her less than 15 minutes of rain before drifting away to nourish other things.

Wang Feiyin felt that was enough, so he picked her up and left, leaving Yin Song and his apprentice behind.

"Elder brother, what should we do?"

"The emperor insists on coming to fetch her. How can she let the emperor see her like this? You should receive her."

With Zhang Zijin in the palace, Wang Feiyin knew that this was a one-time opportunity, so he did not enter the palace again, and even flew back to the capital after circling the palace.

Wang Feiyin carried her very obediently towards the Pan family's house, and with just one step, he could appear far away.

Pan Yun was completely covered by the cloak, and no one could tell that Wang Feiyin was holding a person in his arms. If you didn't know better, you would think it was a bundle of something.

However, no one paid any attention to him. The city was filled with joy, and everyone was chasing after the auspicious clouds in the sky.

The colorful phoenixes transformed into auspicious clouds that drifted in all directions before slowly fading away.

Those who constantly look up at the sky and chase the clouds fail to see the lush green grass growing strong in the corner of the wall after being nourished by the drizzle, nor do they see the small flowers blooming on the top of the wall.

When the auspicious clouds they had been chasing finally stopped raining, and the sunlight slanted down, they realized that the capital city seemed particularly bright and fresh today.

Unidentified wildflowers sprouted on the top and corners of the wall, emitting a faint fragrance.

Wang Feiyin carried Pan Yun against the flow of people and accurately located the Pan family.

There was no one from the Pan family.

The Pan father and son were detained in the yamen, while Pan Yu was still maintaining order on the street, and his servants ran out to chase after Yun Cai.

Wang Feiyin quickly spotted the room Pan Hong had reserved for Pan Yun, kicked the door open, and placed her, along with her cloak, on the bed.

Wang Feiyin shook his slightly sore hand and was about to go out when he stopped and turned back to look.

The person on the bed lifted a corner of their cloak, and when their eyes met, Pan Yun grinned.

Two rows of white teeth appeared on the dark, hard-boiled egg. Wang Feiyin found it an eyesore and immediately looked away. He deliberately shook his shoulders a couple of times before lowering his voice and saying sadly, "Junior Sister, you've lost your hair again."

Pan Jun frowned, reached up and touched his head, only to find that his long hair had long since carbonized and disappeared in the wind. He then touched his eyebrows, which were also completely bald.

She looked down at her hands and noticed that her fingers were dark. She gently peeled them off with her fingers and revealed a layer of dark skin, exposing the fair skin underneath.

Pan Yun was quite incredulous: "Senior Brother, I remember you didn't lose any hair when you went through your tribulation last time, and your eyebrows and beard were still there, and they even turned green again."

Wang Feiyin, with his back to her, said gently, "Perhaps your method of undergoing tribulation is not quite right. This path can only be understood intuitively, not explained in words. Try to comprehend it yourself, and then try it again next time you undergo tribulation. Perhaps then you can save your hair."

Pan Yun angrily said, "Senior Brother, were you laughing with your back to me?"

Wang Feiyin paused for a moment, then said in a serious voice, "I know you're very upset right now, but don't be sensitive about it. It's just hair. It will grow back quickly after you've been in seclusion for three months."

After saying that, she quickly walked out: "I'll go to the kitchen to get you something to eat. You can make your own bath."

Pan Yun grumbled and cursed, but still sat up and asked loudly, "Where is the Emperor?"

"They went to pick you up at Coal Hill. They've probably just arrived at the foot of the mountain by now."

Pan Yun moved even faster, eager to appear before the emperor and his officials looking brand new. Wang Feiyin heard a flurry of activity in her room, and in less than a quarter of an hour, Pan Yun, clean as new and with a smooth head and face, appeared before him.

Wang Feiyin looked up, quickly looked down, looked up again, and finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Pan Yun: "...What are you laughing at?"

Wang Feiyin almost laughed until tears streamed down his face. He forced back his laughter, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said, "You should be meditating and gathering your energy right now. You haven't even digested the spiritual energy and lightning power you absorbed during your breakthrough yet. Why are you in such a hurry to appear?"

Pan Yun: "It's a promise that this tribulation is about changing the fate of the nation and benefiting both ourselves and others. How can we give up halfway?"

Without her showing up, the matter is only half done.

Fortunately, Wang Feiyin took her away first, as she had been in a very embarrassing situation.

Pan Yun rummaged through her two brothers' rooms looking for eyebrow pencil, but couldn't find any. In the end, she went to the kitchen and found a small piece of charcoal to draw her eyebrows. Finally, she wrapped her head in a cloth and disappeared in front of Wang Feiyin in a flash.

Wang Feiyin shook his head slightly and followed to watch the excitement.

With her leading the way, Wang Feiyin reappeared in the palace.

Pan Yun suddenly appeared on the top of Coal Hill, in front of the large hole that had been split open.

Yin Song and his apprentice were standing on the mountaintop waiting for the emperor, and were getting a little anxious when they were stunned to see Pan Jun suddenly appear.

Pan Yun glanced at the two of them, then gently raised her hand, and the large pit was instantly filled in.

Yin Song looked at her with a complicated expression and said, "Junior Sister, your Second Marquis seems to be a little different from other Second Marquises."

Pan Yun slightly raised his chin: "Second Senior Brother, I am now the Third Marquis."

Yin Song and Yin Qingjun stared wide-eyed.

When Pan Yun raised her hand and pulled the group climbing the mountain to her face, they finally realized that she had jumped two levels in one calamity. No wonder she was struck so badly.

The gap was so large that neither the master nor his apprentice could even feel jealousy, let alone envy.

They look at her with the eyes of another species, so they're not even the same species. What's there to envy or be jealous of?

The master and disciple instantly calmed down, stood on either side of her with their hands folded, and smiled at the emperor and ministers who had been suddenly pulled in front of them.

Zhu Qiyu was astonished. He had just been halfway up the mountain, and now he had reached the top?

Although Zhenshan is not very high, this is still quite astonishing.

"Imperial Preceptor!" Zhu Qiyu looked at her with deep affection.

Pan Yun returned the gaze with deep affection and joyfully declared: "Heavenly thunder sweeps away evil spirits, may our Great Ming Dynasty last for a thousand generations!"

Zhu Qiyu was overjoyed and immediately ordered a state banquet to celebrate for the Ming Dynasty and the Grand Preceptor.

Pan Yun declined, saying that Taoist cultivation emphasizes frugality and following the natural course of things, and that one should not be too extravagant or indulgent.

These words silenced the ministers, including Yu Qian, who had intended to offer advice, and they looked at Pan Yun with complicated expressions.

Pan Jun smiled and said, "However, it is indeed a joyous occasion that my cultivation has broken through. I am willing to donate a thousand telegraph machines and ten large telegraph transmission stations."

The emperor and his ministers were completely bewildered: "What?" (End of Chapter)