Immortals of the End Times

Chapter 88 088 Phoenix's Scheme Against Heaven, Blood Omen Approaching (5 Bonus Chapters for First Subscription)

Incredible!

Zhao Wuji never expected that his marriage to Meng, which was supposed to be solely for breaking the curse and saving lives, would lead to such a disheartening scene.

This is hardly a marriage dream technique; it's more like a backlash from a demon invading a boudoir of erotic art.

At this moment, Consort Li was seen wearing a golden chain made of elixir energy with dragon scales and tiger patterns wrapped around her neck.

Meanwhile, another version of him was carving words while simultaneously wielding a sword.
While this dream of a royal concubine is indeed imaginative, it is also overly extravagant and disrespectful to culture.

"I never imagined that Consort Li's affection for me would reach such a level?"

Although Zhao Wuji had heard that many noblewomen in the capital regarded him as their dream lover.

He simply thought it was someone who was jealous of his appearance and deliberately fabricated it to maliciously slander him, and he didn't take it seriously.

Unexpectedly, he witnessed it with his own eyes today.

At this moment, not wanting to disturb her sweet dreams, he waited for a while, and then saw Li Shiyu's sleep talking suddenly become louder:

"Zhao Lang, I absolutely must have him."

"I will give birth to your son."

He was finding it difficult to cope.

That's utter nonsense.

This big label is really well-placed on old Zhaoming.

If this continues, and Li Shiyu becomes empress in the future, wouldn't the entire Xuan Kingdom become her son's empire?

While this is indeed a very good deal in terms of profit, if handled properly, it could be a daring and treacherous scheme.

From an emotional perspective, Zhao Wuji found it hard to accept. If something happened, a moment of pleasure would be fine, but cultivating immortality isn't about becoming a heartless stone; having desires is normal. But having a child with her was...
He immediately used his dream-marriage technique to shatter the goddess's beautiful dream, and then began to cast a spell to dispel her bewitching thoughts.

What followed went exceptionally smoothly. For Zhao Wuji, the Mantra to Dispel Confusion was something he was very familiar with and could do with ease.

Having achieved his goal, he vanished without a trace.

After he left, Li Shiyu's body trembled slightly as she lay on the bed, and she suddenly woke up.

Her eyes were alluring, her face flushed, and her body, clad in a thin veil, writhed for a moment as she savored the scene from her dream, finding it incredibly real.

It seems that the clueless Zhao Lang truly met her in a dream, and after a blissful encounter, they had a son.

As she pondered the matter more deeply, she could no longer contain her emotions. Her delicate fingers traced her flat stomach as she let out a soft sigh.

"It's a pity. Rather than being the empress and having to stay with that old bastard Zhang Zhaoming, it would be better to let this Senior Brother Zhao have it."

The so-called emperor is nothing more than a caged bird in a cave, and the empress is even more like a canary in the harem, rarely free.
What Phoenix Seal and Dragon Seal? They're just objects for the cave master to admire.

"If I could become a Daoist partner with a promising cultivator like Senior Brother Zhao, that would be true freedom."

Without her even realizing it, in just a short moment, the little loyalty she had developed for Dongtian, and the awe she had for Emperor Zhang Zhaoming, had vanished without a trace.

Having witnessed the scenery of the grotto-heaven and the charisma of Senior Brother Zhao during these days, he even harbored a stronger ambition to seek a broader path to immortality.

It's as if the first half of his life was marked by the imperial inscription "Zhaoming Bestowal," while the second half has transformed into a bluebird chasing the light of the sword.

Unwilling to wait until she had achieved success in her cultivation, she actually followed the path Zhang Zhaoming had arranged for her, returned to the Xuan Kingdom to become his concubine, gave birth to a dragon prince for him, and continued the Xuan Kingdom's royal lineage.

"Since being summoned to the palace by that old man Zhaoming, he has been kept hidden away in the cold garden before even being favored, hoping that after I have completed my cultivation, he will become my human furnace to give birth to the dragon prince with the best spiritual qualities."

"I will not let him have his way."

After Zhao Wuji withdrew his thoughts, he noticed that his proficiency with the Dream Marriage Technique had increased significantly, rising by 7 points.

Based on Xiaoyue's previous dream, he had a sudden realization.

“By offering a dream, one can enter into the game, play along in the dream, and yet be able to soberly extricate oneself.”

It can also be used to observe dreams, maintain composure, and make the boundary between dreams and reality increasingly clear, keeping one constantly alert.

Zhao Wuji felt that he had vaguely touched upon the realm of "life is but a dream".

If he continues to cultivate the Dream Marriage Technique, he may eventually become immune to illusion arrays and illusions.

One can see through illusions at a glance and will not be trapped in them.

He seemed to be deep in thought, suppressing the turmoil in his heart caused by his earlier agitation, and began to practice his swordsmanship.

As he made a hand seal, his sword fingers suddenly turned, and a sudden gust of wind and thunder arose in the room.

Three streams of sword energy transformed into threads that coiled around the beams and pillars, the sword energy condensing into threads.

Five strands of cold light formed a net that enveloped the alchemy furnace; the sword energy transformed into the net.

The final sword strike carved out the patterns of a dream butterfly in the void, its mystery beyond measure.

By the time the sky outside the window began to lighten, he had consumed more than twenty strands of spiritual energy, and his swordsmanship proficiency had increased by twenty-three points. He was only thirty points away from breaking through to the first level, and he could achieve a breakthrough tomorrow.

Without stopping, he took out a bottle containing Dragon Tiger Pills, and a jar of imperial wine, drinking and taking the pills at the same time.

Using the art of ingestion, the Dragon-Tiger Pill mixed with amber wine rolled down his throat.

It felt as if a ball of golden-red flames suddenly exploded in his abdomen.

The medicinal power surged through his meridians, creating a roar like dragons and tigers. Instantly, dragon scales appeared on his left arm, turning crimson like branding irons, while tiger stripes appeared on his right arm, shimmering with golden light. The spiritual energy rising from above his head condensed into a small tornado.

With this method of cultivation, by dusk the following day, he had condensed a total of four strands of spiritual power.

The Dragon Tiger Pill did indeed double his cultivation speed, allowing him to cultivate four strands of spiritual power per day, which could last for three days.

However, this is a huge waste, as it only utilizes the additional effects of the Dragon Tiger Pill, but not its most valuable primary effect of breaking through realms.

However, Zhao Wuji also felt the domineering power of the Dragon Tiger Pill.

Given the explosive medicinal power exhibited by this pill formula, it is indeed possible to forcefully break through bottlenecks and achieve breakthroughs. It is foreseeable that it will have a very large market among the lower and middle-level Qi Refining stage cultivators.

At that moment, he vaguely sensed some noise outside.

He immediately got up, walked out of the cultivation room and came to the cave, and was stunned by the scene in front of him.

They saw a dozen or so disciples in green and blue robes gathered in the courtyard in twos and threes. Some of the green-robed disciples were flattering and chatting with Xiao Yue, while some of the blue-robed disciples were holding gift boxes and looking on with anticipation.

"Miss Xiaoyue, please sit down and rest. We can pour the tea ourselves."

"That's right, that's right. Senior Brother Zhao's personal medicine boy is also an alchemist who can assist in refining the Dragon Tiger Pill. How could we let you, a precious alchemist, pour tea?"

Xiao Yue was pinned down on a stone bench by the crowd, and then served tea by a tactful disciple in green robes. She looked completely bewildered.

Upon seeing Zhao Wuji emerge, he jumped up as if granted a pardon: "My lord!"

Hearing the sound, everyone turned around and immediately swarmed around: "Senior Brother Zhao has emerged from seclusion!"

"Senior brother's cultivation is truly diligent, he never stops every day, which makes us all ashamed!"

A familiar-looking disciple in blue robes quickly presented an ancient book, saying, "Senior Brother Zhao, this is the family heirloom 'Ben Cao Yan Yi' that I mentioned yesterday. I'm presenting it to you for your perusal."

The next moment, Yan Boyuan pulled a middle-aged man in a blue robe to the front and said, "Junior Brother Zhao, this Junior Brother Nangong is from our Ziyun Palace. He brought a hundred-year-old sapling."

Before he could finish speaking, several more people squeezed in from behind to present gifts, and Mao Zizhen was among them. The shoving and jostling created quite a lively scene.

Looking at the scene before him, Zhao Wuji couldn't help but smile inwardly.

The allure of the Dragon Tiger Pill was even stronger than he had anticipated.

These people, talking one after another, turned the quiet Cold Moon Peak into a bustling marketplace.

Zhao Wuji stood in the center of the crowd, giving him a somewhat star-studded appearance.

Dai Zhiyun, who had come from a short distance after hearing the news, stood at the corner of the mountain path, holding up her skirt. When she saw the scene, she was speechless and almost dropped the fruit basket in her hand.

Is this still the usually deserted Cold Moon Peak, where there isn't a soul in sight? Junior Brother Zhao's place is so lively it's almost comparable to the Hall of Merit.

"With the Peak Master absent, Junior Brother Zhao has become the second most respected person on our Cold Moon Peak."

Dai Zhiyun saw this and was secretly pleased; she really hoped that Hanyue Peak would become stronger.

Which of the other peak masters doesn't have a large number of disciples under his command?

Only the Cold Moon Peak is deserted year-round, with the peak master holding it up by himself.

Although the peak master always appears aloof and keeps people at arm's length, who knows how much pressure she bears alone?

Now, thanks to Junior Brother Zhao's exceptional alchemy skills, the once quiet Cold Moon Peak has been transformed into a bustling and popular place.

Dai Zhiyun thought to herself that with Junior Brother Zhao around, Hanyue Peak's status in the sect would likely rise significantly in the future.

She gently brushed the strands of hair from her forehead, a hint of relief flashing in her eyes. Finally, someone could help share the burden on the peak master's shoulders.

As dusk settled, Cold Moon Peak finally returned to silence.

Zhao Wuji leaned back in the rattan chair, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest. He watched Xiaoyue flit about inside and outside the cave like a busy little bird, carrying some items in her arms. Her hair was a little loose, but she couldn't hide her joy.

The entrance to the cave was bustling with visitors, many dressed in green or blue robes, and many of them brought gifts to congratulate him on the completion of the pill, hoping to trade a Dragon-Tiger Pill from him.

Zhao Wuji did not accept gifts in large quantities.

He only accepted small gifts from junior brothers Xing and senior sisters Mao, who were relatively familiar with him, and politely declined gifts from those he was not familiar with or that were expensive.

Then, he openly and frankly listed the items needed.

Items such as Dragon Blood Vine, Tiger Stripe Grass, Flaming Sun Stone, Ancient Elixir Formulas, and the First Three Volumes of True Edicts were clearly priced, which discouraged those who wanted to build connections.

This sets a standard for transactions, preventing people from trading things they don't need and ending up with them.

Looking at the list in his hand, he thought to himself, "I'll refine more Dragon Tiger Pills once I have enough medicinal herbs, and it would be proper to exchange them all for Source Crystals."

After all, it can transform yin and yang energies and can also serve as currency.

Seeing that Xiaoyue had finished her work, Zhao Wuji was about to get up from the rattan chair when he suddenly felt a chill and two blurry images appeared in his mind.

In one scene, I vaguely see myself standing at the fox den outside the Cold Mountain, covered in blood, with the white fox Xiaoyu's corpse lying there.

In another scene, Hua Qingshuang's robes are torn, and her Frost Flying Sword is in her hand, constantly dripping blood, indicating she is severely injured.
Reimu warning!

"Hmm?" Zhao Wuji's expression suddenly turned serious and gloomy. He instantly stood up from the rattan chair, and the Cold Soul Flying Sword at his waist hummed softly.
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