Junior sister, I really need to control you

Following this faint resonance, Li Yinsheng even had the illusion that he could store the Taibai Sword in his dantian like a magic weapon.

"As expected, you are that Taibai Refined Gold, aren't you?" Li Yinsheng tapped the White Rainbow Sword and muttered to himself.

The treasure that my martial uncle found here was probably Taibai Refined Gold.

This creature was full of spiritual energy. After the tragic couple had passed away for countless years, the formation finally showed a flaw, and it took the opportunity to escape.

Then it fell into the hands of my martial uncle and was forged into the White Rainbow Sword we know today.

The matter was not difficult to understand, but after understanding it, Li Yinsheng only felt a headache.

The Taibai refined gold that Wei Xingchong left to the Taibai Sword has now, through a series of coincidences, transformed into his uncle's Baihong Sword.

So how should we complete this half-finished Taibai sword?

Taibai Refined Gold is a treasure of Taibai Sword Pavilion. Should we go to Taibai Sword Pavilion to find it?

However, the information left by Meng You'er did not mention the location of Taibai Sword Pavilion, and it is unknown whether the location of this sect is easy to find out.

But even if he finds out where Taibai Sword Pavilion is, how can he tell them?

"Hello, I've encountered your Dharma Aspect Realm ancestor and found a top-tier magic weapon that he had only partially crafted. I've come to ask if you have any treasures to complete this magic weapon?"

Just imagining that scene made Li Yinsheng's head ache even more.

Although the Taibai Sword is currently only used as a magic weapon, its power is still extraordinary, surpassing most magic treasures and not inferior to the current Baihong and Tianqing.

But this can't go on forever.

Without spirituality, it cannot be cultivated and grown like a magical artifact, its control is not as smooth and free, and its power is greatly reduced.

Rubbing his temples, Li Yinsheng put the Taibai Sword back into his Qiankun Bag, planning to ask the Forging Furnace Temple about it when he returned.

Although he didn't have high hopes for the casting furnace.

But in a few months he will have to go to the Dharma lineage, where perhaps the Dharma lineage can find a way to repair the Taibai Sword.

After retrieving the Taibai Sword, he took out the Divine Sense Jade Slip and once again read the "Five Poisons True Scripture" and "Dao Sheng Jue" recorded in the spiritual light from a distance. He then used his divine sense to inscribe the two techniques into the jade slip word for word.

Although with his current soul, after reading it once, he already remembered both clearly.

But since these are cultivation techniques and even more precious secret methods from the lineage of immortals, it's safer to record them.

In particular, this life-giving technique was more complex and obscure than Li Yin had ever seen before. He couldn't understand nine and a half out of ten parts of the entire secret method.

No wonder Meng You'er mentioned in her spiritual light that although the Dao Sheng Jue has no flaws after being mastered, its biggest flaw is that it is very difficult to master. She reminded those who come after her that if they really cannot master it, they should not waste their time on it.

After completing the inscription on the jade slip and repeatedly confirming that there were no errors, Li Yinsheng dispersed the moonlight, and the spiritual light that had been frozen for a long time also dissipated.

After putting away the jade slip, they properly buried the ill-fated couple together and carved a piece of stone into a tombstone.

Li Yinsheng left the cave, sealed the entrance again, and took Mu Xiaoyu with him. He transformed into a white meteor and flew towards her home.

Chapter 123 Mu Wang Mansion, the rogue cultivator Changchunzi

In the palace of the Prince of Wuwei in Yanzhou, during the Dayong Dynasty.

Mu Hu walked into a quiet room, picked up a large bowl of dark but fragrant medicinal soup, and drank it all in one gulp.

Then, while the effects of the medicine were spreading throughout his body, he began to practice a slow, health-preserving boxing routine.

This fist technique has no lethality whatsoever, but it can help him regulate his breathing and blood circulation, and with the gentle and mellow medicinal power in his body, it can soothe the hidden ailments left by years of fighting.

As a prince and general who established himself through military merit, although he had not personally gone to the front lines for several years since becoming governor, he had accumulated too many wounds in his early years.

Despite being over forty, he is still quite healthy thanks to his excellent internal strength and his focus on health preservation in recent years.

But he knew very well that even though he had fought half his life, the most important battle of his life was still waiting for him in a few years.

Before that, he must keep his body in the best possible condition.

After finishing a set of health-preserving exercises, Mu Hu calmed his blood and qi, wiped the sweat from his brow, and called out to the door, "Bring me a towel!"

The door was opened, but the person holding the handkerchief was not the usual servant, but a richly dressed woman.

"Madam? Why are you here again? These things can be done by the servants," Mu Hu said, holding the woman's hand.

The woman held a handkerchief in her other hand, wiping Mu Hu's sweat as she said, "I just wanted to come and see you."

“Feng’er, Chan’er, and Xiang’er have been either in the army or busy with official duties these past few years and haven’t come home for a long time.”

“I used to have Xiaoyu with me, but last year, you were so heartless and sent Xiaoyu up the mountain too. Now the house is completely devoid of life.”

The woman said with a hint of resentment, "If I don't come to talk to you more often, am I supposed to suffocate in my room?"

Mu Hu also felt a little guilty, and he gripped his wife's hand even tighter: "Madam, I..."

“Alright, no need to say anything. I know you mean well for Xiaoyu,” the woman shook her head and said, “I just…miss her so much.”

"Husband, when do you think Xiaoyu will be able to come home?"

Upon hearing this question, Mu Hu immediately felt a headache coming on.

This is the third time his wife has asked him this this month.

Since Xiaoyu came to the mountain, she has asked about it five or six times a month.

He could only offer kind words of comfort and brush it off.

If we were to tell the lady that those who go up the mountain to cultivate the Tao often have to cultivate on the mountain for several years or even more than ten years before visiting their families, how could the lady bear it?

It's only been a year, and you're talking about going down the mountain to visit relatives? Little Fish is probably still copying scriptures and chanting sutras.

"They should be back soon, they should be back soon," Mu Hu said, embracing his wife as usual.

The woman punched him several times: "You'll be back soon! You'll be back soon! Every time I ask you, it's always 'You'll be back soon'!"

Despite being repeatedly punched in the chest by his wife, Prince Mu, who was infamous throughout the court and the martial arts world, was not annoyed. He simply smiled and hugged his wife tighter.

"Alas... my little fish, she is spoiled at home, never lifting a finger, never lifting a load, and never lifting a finger. She is nothing like Xiang'er, who has practiced martial arts since childhood."

“If we send her up the mountain now, not only will she have to eat simple food, but she might also have to chop wood and carry water, and endure people’s disdain. How can she stand that…”

The woman's eyes were slightly red.

"Madam, Xiaoyu may be a bit lazy and greedy, but she's not that weak, is she? Have you forgotten how she used to grab snakes and scare the servants when she was little?"

Mu Hu laughed and said, "Don't worry, this girl isn't that spoiled."

"Sigh... I know, but I'm really worried about her. Even if she's not afraid of being tired, what if she gets bullied?" The woman sighed.

"Don't worry, Madam. Xuanzhen Temple is a reputable sect recommended by Immortal Changchunzi," Mu Hu comforted her. "Xiaoyu may live a simple life, but she shouldn't be bullied."

“I naturally believe what the immortal says, but…”

The woman hesitated for a moment, then suddenly looked up and said, "Husband, I know you can't get away. How about next year I bring some food and go up the mountain to see Xiaoyu..."

“No!” Mu Hu immediately shook his head. “The imperial court is already teetering on the brink of collapse. Nobody knows when the opportune moment will come for us to start a rebellion.”

"If the opportune moment has arrived, but you happen to be on your way to or from the mountain and not at home, how can you be guaranteed safety with only a group of guards?"

"Moreover, according to Immortal Changchunzi, the immortals on the mountain prefer tranquility... and the little immortal master who took in the little fish also said that he prefers tranquility."

"It's only been a year. If you go and disturb them rashly, what if you offend the immortal? Wouldn't that harm Xiaoyu?"

Blocked by her husband's string of solid reasons, the woman pursed her lips and could only nod, her face full of sullenness.

"If you feel lonely, Madam, I'll cancel my official duties tonight and keep you company, how about that?" Mu Hu said gently to the woman.

The woman's mood instantly brightened: "I'll have the kitchen prepare some of your favorite snacks to go with your drinks, and also get some apricot blossom wine. I'll have a drink with you tonight."

"Alright, alright," Mu Hu said with a smile, climbing up the woman's waist. "Madam, then let's finish our drink..."

The woman blushed. She was a second wife, more than ten years younger than her husband. She was experiencing loneliness in her secluded chambers, and her husband always used his busy official duties as an excuse to avoid her. Today, she was finally able to be close to him again.

With her husband's promise, she temporarily put her worries about her daughter aside.

Just as she rested her head on her husband's chest, she suddenly heard a clear shout coming from afar.

"Mother~" Mu Xiaoyu's voice reached her ears, and the woman suddenly looked up.

"My husband, I seem to miss Xiaoyu so much that I'm even hallucinating and hearing her voice."

She released her husband, took two steps back, and spoke with some uncertainty.

"I think I heard that too. It seems we both miss Xiaoyu too much?"

Mu Hu scratched his head, somewhat uncertain.

Logically speaking, the voices that both of them heard could not be hallucinations, but Immortal Changchunzi made it very clear that cultivators who went up the mountain would not be able to come down to visit their relatives for at least several years.

The little fish lacks talent; it may take him ten years to be able to leave the mountain.

So it must have been auditory hallucination, right?

The next moment, the door to the quiet room was pushed open without warning.

A petite but agile figure flashed through the doorway before rushing into the woman's arms.

"Father, Mother, I miss you so much!"

The lady was stunned for a moment. Without even needing to see the girl's face clearly, she hugged her daughter tightly: "Xiaoyu! You're back!"

Mu Hu's face lit up with joy, but then he seemed to realize something and immediately turned pale with fright.

"Little Fish! How come you're back after only a year? You weren't expelled from the sect, were you?!"

Mu Xiaoyu, nestled in her mother's arms, paused for a moment, then poked her head out, staring wide-eyed at her father with disbelief on her face.

I finally got back, Daddy, can't you wish me well for once?

"Don't worry, Prince Mu, Xiaoyu just came back to visit you."

A clear, cheerful voice, tinged with laughter, rang out from outside the door.

……

A moment later, in the main hall of the Prince's Mansion.

Li Yinsheng was invited to take the seat of honor, Mu Hu sat to the side, the woman sat a little further away, and Mu Xiaoyu snuggled up to her mother.

"Immortal Li personally brought Xiaoyu back to visit Xiaowang and his wife, which truly makes Xiaowang feel overwhelmed," Mu Hu said respectfully.

“Prince Mu, there’s no need for such formalities. Xiaoyu has been cultivating diligently at the temple for the past year and has made remarkable progress. This visit is a reward for her hard work,” Li Yinsheng said with a smile.

Mu Hu was somewhat surprised: "Is Xiaoyu cultivating very diligently?"