Divine Tang Era

"Hey, why did you stop talking about that? Wasn't there also the story of the woman who could turn the world upside down and had amazing martial arts skills, yet gave birth to two wonderful sons?"

Just as she was engrossed in listening, Li Zhu noticed that Xu Dan had stopped talking and quickly asked a question.

"What are you talking about? I've been here for so long and there's not a chair to sit on, and no one has made me a cup of tea. My mouth is so dry."

"You little brat," Li Zhu pointed at his forehead and said, "It's difficult for ordinary people to even see me, and you're making all sorts of excuses when I ask you to tell a legendary story? So many demands?"

Despite saying that, she still took out three round fruits the size of eggs.

"We don't have tea, but I have some fruit here that will quench your thirst."

Xu Dan didn't stand on ceremony, took the fruit and took a bite. It was crisp, juicy, and delicious.

Although he had accepted the food, he had no intention of continuing the story. The stories were endless, one after another, and offered no benefit whatsoever; who would want to tell them? So he said, "As the ancients wisely said, 'One should not exhaust one's blessings, nor speak all one's mind.' Even the most delicious and flavorful things should have some lingering aftertaste. Therefore, this story cannot be told all at once, otherwise there will be no more to hear, right?

"You little rascal, if you don't want to talk, then don't. Why all the fuss? You're wasting my fruit. Give it back to me!" Li Zhu pretended to grab it.

"Sister, you're joking. There's no reason to take back something you've given away; it would be too embarrassing." Xu Dan quickly hid the remaining fruit in his robes and added, "Sister, how many spirit stones do these cultivation manuals cost? I'd also like to buy a storage bag; I wonder if that's enough?"

"I have an unused storage bag, and since your story is so captivating, I'll give it to you for free."

Li Zhu took out a storage bag and gave it to him.

Xu Dan held it in his hand. The pink brocade pouch was embroidered with an unknown beautiful flower, with a pink tassel hanging below. There was a pink jade bead on each side of the pouch opening rope, and a pink hanging cord on top for tying around the waist.

It looks pretty, but how can a grown man like me use this girlish pink?

"What, you don't like it? Give it back to me if you don't like it," Li Zhu said with an unfriendly expression.

The dignified Master Mingfeng kindly sent a gift, and the recipient didn't even like it—who could stand that?

"I love it, I love it, how could I not love it? I love it so much!" Xu Dan quickly stuffed the storage bag into his pocket. If he were to return it now, he would offend someone. As the ancients said, it's better to offend a petty person than a woman. Was it because he offended a woman by not meeting Qiao Feng that he ended up disgraced? If he had given in to that Madam Ma back then, none of this would have happened.

This guy, he could lie down but he insists on standing.

Having backbone is one thing, but being realistic is another.

This is a bloody lesson learned by countless predecessors, both Chinese and foreign, throughout history.

Li Zhu watched him put away the storage bag, her eyebrows slightly raised, but her face showed an indifferent expression. "This storage bag doesn't require divine sense; it can recognize its owner simply by dripping blood. You can try dripping your blood and putting your things in."

Upon hearing this, Xu Dan took out a storage bag from his pocket, used the tip of the Eight Degrees Sword to prick a tiny cut on his hand, and dripped a drop of blood onto the storage bag.

Instantly, one can sense the inside of the storage bag.

The storage bag was quite spacious, about the size of a 30-square-meter house. Xu Dan knew he had hit the jackpot. Even a tattered, patched storage bag measuring only one square meter cost ten spirit stones; the value of this storage bag was unimaginable.

It's not a loss for me to call you "sister" a few times.

In an instant, Xu Dan forgot all the unpleasant memories of Li Zhu teasing him.

Feeling the gift was a bit too much and she felt unworthy of it, she thought for a moment and said, "Thank you for the storage bag, sister. I really like it. How about we hug..."

Li Zhu had wanted to hug him earlier, but he had firmly refused. However, the gesture was too much for him to reciprocate immediately, so he had no choice but to sacrifice his good looks. To be honest, being hugged by such a beautiful woman made him secretly quite pleased, even though he was already a grown man at heart.

Lizhu happily bent down and picked her up.

Xu Dan was seven or eight years old, chubby, fair-skinned and tender, like a golden boy, extremely cute, and she had wanted to hug him for a long time.

Seeing her overjoyed expression, as if she had found some treasure, Xu Dan said helplessly, "How about I give you a kiss?"

"Mmm..." Li Zhu obediently closed her eyes.

That's a killer move! It seems girls all like to tease cute little kids. How superficial! So what if she's a little more handsome than other kids? Xu Dan hugged her face and kissed her forehead.

All the immortals looked over, and Xu Dan asked, "Want me to give you a kiss?"

"No need," Zhu Yuxian said calmly.

"You little rascal, where do you get all these scheming ideas? Sister Xian'er isn't as easy to talk to as I am," Li Zhu said, pointing at Xu Dan's head.

Xu Dan said with a serious expression, "Sisters, I'm giving you a chance! If one day I cultivate to become an immortal, ascend to the outer starry sky, and attain the position of the Uncrowned Emperor, my name will be known throughout the myriad stars. When you recall the past, when the Emperor kissed you, wouldn't you feel a little secretly pleased? Wouldn't you feel proud? After all, you were once kissed by an Emperor; how fortunate you were!"

"Have you gone mad from watching too many legendary stories? Nobody's become an immortal in ages, let alone ascend to outer space to become an emperor. We'll talk about that when you're older."

Li Zhu pointed at Xu Dan's head and said irritably.

Xu Dan noticed that this older sister had a quirk: she always liked to point fingers at him and call him whatever she wanted. From the earliest "little gentleman" to "little guy," "little thing," "little brother," and "little rascal," she's changed her name several times over.

After Li Zhu finished speaking, she put Xu Dan down.

Xu Dan asked, "Sister, how much do those martial arts manuals cost?"

"Those are things from the building, so it's not convenient to give them to you. I'll give you four hundred spirit stones instead."

"My sister has already given me such a valuable gift, how could I dare to accept anything more?" Xu Dan took out spirit stones from his storage bag to pay, and then said, "My sister is busy with affairs in the building, so I'll take my leave now. I'll come back to tell my sister stories when I have time."

"Then you'd better hurry up," Li Zhu urged.

"Okay." After leaving Mingfeng Tower, Xu Dan realized that he had been so focused on talking that he had forgotten to buy the boxing manuals. Oh well, it's not good to go back now. He'll wait until he's mastered the basics of the new manuals he bought.

night.

Li Zhu was writing furiously in her study.

In one corner of the desk lay a thick stack of paper, covered with writing. The story of Xue Pinggui and Wang Baochuan, which Xu Dan had told them during the day, was prominently displayed on it. After writing for a moment, Li Zhu stopped, looked at the beautiful handwriting, and murmured to herself, "My sisters and the Empress will surely enjoy this legendary tale."

The bedroom was dimly lit.

A round, precious mirror was placed on the dressing table.

The immortals formed hand seals and placed them on the precious mirror. The mirror immediately emitted a burst of orange-yellow light, enveloping a jade slip on the platform. A moment later, the light dissipated, and the jade slip vanished as well.

The immortals put away the precious mirror and walked to the windowsill. High in the sky, the moon was as clear as if it had been washed.

I don't know what came to mind, but my thoughts wandered off into the distance.