I proved immortality through the imperial examination.

Chapter 61 True Appearance
After a short while, two painted boats appeared in Xue Xiang's field of vision, both brightly lit, reflecting the painted beams and carved pillars.

Two pleasure boats are sailing away, one meandering north and the other slowly heading south.

Xue Xiang had heard from the female Taoist priest that they were going to Jiannan, so he chased after the one heading south.

The evening breeze was like waves, the Xiang River was vast, the bright moon hung high overhead, and the remaining stars were like beans.

For those who travel far from home, if their hearts have no place to rest, amidst the vast ocean and the drifting clouds, countless thoughts will inevitably converge into poetry.

The woman in the yellow dress stood at the bow of the boat, her firm breasts heaving violently.

Xue Jian also had a cold face, "Princess Fu Rou is not human."

When Kui Yuanjun was in Shenjing, he often invited her to form a literary society to help her gain fame.

Now that she's gained influence, she's become arrogant and overbearing.

If I had known, I shouldn't have spoken up for him when the court was selecting a noblewoman to marry into the East Sea. If I had let her marry those scaled, armored monsters, she would have behaved herself.

The woman in the yellow dress snorted, "In life, it's inevitable to meet the wrong people and make bad friends."

After all, few of them were truly sincere; it was all just an act.

Xue Jian said, "Forget it, I don't want to think about these people anymore. This trip to Yunmeng wasn't entirely fruitless; at least Xue Langjun is quite good."

The woman in the yellow dress paused, the image of the tall, handsome, and always smiling Xue Xiang appearing before her eyes.

"Reporting to Lord Yuan, there are people blocking the road ahead."

The pockmarked captain leaned out from the second deck and shouted.

The woman in the yellow dress snorted coldly, and Xue Jian rushed out first. In a flash, Xue Jian rushed back, saying, "It's Young Master Xue."

He's so thoughtful; I already delivered it yesterday, and he still came so late.

Before long, Xue Xiang boarded the ship. Upon seeing the woman in the yellow dress, he bowed and greeted her, but his eyes darted around as he looked her up and down. He was quite disappointed. Where had his stage gone?
He was depressed, but his words were full of deep affection: "...Although a long shed can be built over a thousand miles, there is no banquet that does not end."

But since the Yuanjun has been so kind to me, I fear that she will be too far away in Jiannan and will not be able to see "The Mortal World" again, so I am offering up all the manuscripts.

This was to alleviate the fatigue of the princess's journey.

As he spoke, he was calculating the value of the pleasure boat in his mind, knowing that he had come to the right place.

Those who could afford such a grand pleasure boat were either rich or noble.

He doesn't care if others say he's scheming and mercenary; he doesn't yet have the means to avoid being scheming and mercenary.

The woman in the yellow dress had received many gifts and met many people in her life, but this time, she was truly moved by Xue Xiang's sincerity, and her troubled mood immediately improved.

Just then, a burst of fireworks exploded in the sky, instantly obscuring the sky with light and shadow.

Xue Xiang looked closely and realized that it wasn't fireworks at all, but rather a manifestation of literary talent.

The light and shadow, imbued with a refined elegance, drifted directly above their painted boat, revealing a beautiful young woman playfully chasing butterflies.

The scene spread across the sky is dynamic, with an extremely powerful visual impact.

A flash of light and shadow appeared, and then, enormous characters appeared beside the dynamic image:

The dance breaks the chill of the east wind, the white sleeves are cold, the butterflies are startled and the flower shadows look at each other.

Suddenly, where her brows and eyes gazed, a veritable spring mountain range appeared.

"laugh",
Xue Jian scoffed, "What a load of praise! Is she really that beautiful? Compared to you..."

"Snow Sword!"

The woman in the yellow dress shouted to stop her.

Xue Xiang, however, astutely grasped the key information:
Information 1: The people on the other pleasure boat must not be liked by the female Taoist priest.

Information 2: The female Taoist priest is about to travel to Jiannan. The arrival of that painted boat is no coincidence. It's most likely a pretense of seeing her off, just to embarrass the female Taoist priest.

"What you think about, you get."

Xue Xiang was secretly delighted, as he had been worried that he hadn't given enough favors.

At that moment, he sent out his literary energy, and with a gentle wave of his hand, the literary energy soared into the sky.

"Young Master Xue, you have extracted literary energy?"

Xue Jian jumped up excitedly and pulled the woman in the yellow dress, saying, "Yuan Jun, he has extracted literary energy!" Just as Xue Jian was getting excited, images spread out in the sky.

Suddenly, the bright moon hung over the river, and the clouds surged gently. A beautiful woman dressed in a yellow gown gracefully walked through the air, her delicate feet treading on lotus blossoms with each step.

Despite the veil covering her face, she still exudes a stunning beauty, as if her face were as fair as the heavens.

As soon as this strange phenomenon occurred, the painted boat in the distance seemed to come to its senses and immediately stopped.

In an instant, three beams of light rose into the air, spreading across the river and revealing the beautiful woman who had been chasing butterflies earlier.

“Friend Xue, there’s no need to argue with them.”

The woman in the yellow dress gently gathered the hem of her skirt.

Xue Jian clenched his fist to encourage Xue Xiang.

Just then, the text began to appear, and above, beside the beautiful woman in the yellow dress, a huge banner of text flashed:

Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful and beautiful, and the spring breeze is blowing.

If it weren't for Qunyu Shantou, we would meet at Yaotai.

The moment the poem was uttered, it shone with brilliance, and the imagery of a literary tradition almost materialized.

On the other side, several images that had been laid out to form a complete picture, revealing the dynamic scene of the text, suddenly stopped.

Suddenly, several dynamic images also vanished like smoke bubbles.

"Ah, they do have self-awareness, knowing that no matter how hard they rack their brains, they can't compare to the line 'The clouds yearn for her clothes, the flowers yearn for her face.' Young Master Xue, you truly have a wonderful way of speaking."

Xuejian jumped up and shouted.

The boat captain felt a great sense of satisfaction and, without needing Xue Jian's instructions, urged the boat to move towards that direction.

The pleasure boat that was moored there immediately started up and sped away.

Xue Jian cheered loudly, and although the woman in the yellow dress did not speak, her body language revealed her cheerfulness as she invited Xue Xiang to have some tea.

After Xue Xiang finished his cup of tea, the painted boat had already traveled more than ten miles.

He felt it inappropriate to see her off any further, so he got up and said goodbye to the woman in the yellow dress.

He turned around, then suddenly froze, and whispered, "The Lord has been kind to me, and I will never forget it."

But now that we've parted, who knows when we'll meet again?

I fear that even if we were to meet again, we would not recognize each other, for our faces are covered in dust and our temples are white as frost.

"I wonder if the Primordial Sovereign would allow me to see her true face?"

He wasn't genuinely interested in seeing the beautiful woman; he was actually testing his importance in the female Taoist priest's heart.

If she refuses, the connection isn't very strong, and this line isn't worth betting heavily on anymore.

The woman in the yellow dress paused, thinking to herself, "If I didn't have a beauty like the clouds that long for clothes and the flowers that long for face, would I disappoint people?" Then she thought again that it was indeed a long way off, and if it were truly "even if we met again, we would not recognize each other, our faces covered in dust and our hair like frost," it would be too desolate.

She removed her veil, revealing a face so exquisite it could only be painted with meticulous detail. Her eyes were brimming with autumn water, and even Xue Xiang, who was used to seeing the stunning beauty of Liu Mei, was captivated. He quickly cupped his hands and said, "Take care, My Lady."

Having said that, he disembarked from the painted boat, transferred to a small boat, and returned home in the distance.

Watching Xue Xiang sail away, the woman in the yellow dress gazed wistfully at the waning moon and listened to the evening breeze. The vast expanse of waves seemed to echo her innermost thoughts: "I entrust my sorrowful heart to the bright moon, to follow you all the way to Jiannan West."

Suddenly, a huge black shadow leaped onto the ship and landed on Xue Jian's shoulder; it was a golden eagle with green eyes.

Xue Jian suppressed her girlish charm, took the letter tube from the golden eagle's feet, and read the letter carefully.

After reading it, he frowned and said, "Things aren't going well in Jiannan. We need to get there quickly."

"As expected. Have you heard anything from Cha Xuexiang?"

"There's news. His situation in Yunmeng is not good. He's gotten involved in the power struggle at the level of the Yunmeng City Chief."

They look so successful now, but they could easily become innocent bystanders who suffer the consequences.

Furthermore, he actually comes from the Xue family of Jiangzuo, which makes him a distant relative of yours..."

(End of this chapter)