The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

With Wu Minghuang's arrival on the mountain, the entire Qingcheng Mountain underwent changes.

The clouds rolled, the pine forest rustled, and birds flew about, as if congratulating the empress on her arrival.

"The mountain you found is very mysterious."

Shangguan Wan'er looked around, her eyes filled with curiosity.

"In my opinion, it's not the mountain that's mysterious, but your husband."

Wu Minghuang looked around. Everywhere her eyes fell, a pebble and a tree seemed to contain some kind of profound truth, with an indescribable and inexplicable feeling.

Shangguan Wan'er said in surprise, "That can't be, sir. He's just a sword cultivator, how could he understand formations?"

An Changmin followed behind and whispered a reminder: "Based on our research of the records, the gentleman was indeed a sword cultivator. Even after his cultivation level dropped and he went into seclusion in the mountains, it did not indicate that he understood formations."

"Speaking of formations, my holy master was well-versed in this art and possessed the abilities of immortals and gods."

"Maybe I'm just imagining things."

Wu Minghuang looked around and indeed did not detect the presence of the formation, and sighed softly.

It must be a misperception on my part.

But in that case, the connection between this gentleman and the Holy Teacher becomes even more uncertain.

Subsequently, the three of them did not take to the air or use any magic; they simply walked up the mountain and arrived in front of the Xianyun Temple.

"Incredible! This Taoist temple looks ordinary, but it is magnificent. At first glance, it inspires awe and fills one with a sense of pilgrimage."

Upon seeing the Taoist temple, An Changmin was immediately awestruck and exclaimed in amazement.

Shangguan Wan'er glanced at him with amusement. "Prefect, aren't you embarrassed by all this boasting?"

This Taoist temple is indeed extraordinary, but it can't possibly be this impressive.

An Changmin smiled awkwardly, "I don't understand, and I don't know anything about it. This isn't my first time visiting your Taoist temple, sir, and I'm filled with emotion."

Shangguan Wan'er ignored this shrewd man and looked at Wu Minghuang instead, "Your Majesty, I will knock on the door and invite the master."

"No need, I'm a guest, I need to show respect."

Wu Minghuang shook her head slightly, then, under An Changmin's shocked gaze, bowed slightly and offered a deep salute to the tightly closed gates of the Taoist temple.

"Jiangnan, Wu Minghuang, has come to knock on the gate of immortality, inviting you to an audience."

! ! ! !

This...this person is actually bowing to Chen Xuan?

hiss--

Could it be that in her heart, Chen Xuan's position surpasses hers?

Regardless of the circumstances, Wu Minghuang is undoubtedly a top-tier figure in this era.

"There's no need to be shocked. His Majesty's bow shows both respect for the virtuous and gratitude," Shangguan Wan'er said from the side.

An Changmin: "Grateful?"

"Yes, I am grateful to you for saving and helping me, sir. His Majesty has long regarded me as family."

Shangguan Wan'er followed suit and bowed meticulously.

If I hadn't met you, sir, the riverbank that year would have been nothing more than another skeleton, forgotten and forgotten.

"No need for formalities, Your Majesty has come from afar, please come in."

Immediately.

The gate of the Taoist temple slowly opened, and Chen Xuan stood on the stone steps with his hands behind his back, wearing a white Taoist robe, his expression calm and serene.

Wu Minghuang didn't move at first, but instead her gaze fell on Chen Xuan, revealing a hint of disappointment.

This gentleman was indeed extraordinary, with an otherworldly air, and in some ways, he even seemed to surpass the saintly teacher.

However, his appearance and spiritual fluctuations were completely different from those of the Holy Master.

They are not the same person.

"Thank you, sir."

Wu Minghuang nodded slightly and then walked into the Taoist temple.

At Chen Xuan's suggestion, the group sat down at the stone table, which was laden with five or six dishes, all delicious and fragrant.

Chen Xuan gestured to the group, "The Taoist temple is simple and unpretentious; please don't find the meal too offensive."

Wu Minghuang didn't rush to pick up her chopsticks, but looked at Chen Xuan with her phoenix eyes full of seriousness: "Before that, there is one more thing I would like to ask you, sir."

Chen Xuan remained calm. "Please speak."

The woman remained as cautious as ever, actually sensing his cultivation technique and spiritual energy. Fortunately, he was no longer the Chen Xiang of the past.

Spiritual power, cultivation techniques, and any related indications were already completely different.

At this moment, in her perception, she was like a calm lake, without any ripples or flaws.

"How could you see through the Blood Moon Formation at a glance, sir?"

Wu Minghuang's gaze was fixed on Chen Xuan: "In the past, I had a close friend who, like you, could shatter the moon with a single hand."

Chen Xuan remained calm and composed. "I'm just a restless person. When I saw the blood moon in the sky, I felt disgusted, so I just reached out and pinched it without thinking too much about it."

"As for what you call seeing through..."

"I don't need to see through it. As long as I'm stronger than the Blood Demon Lord, that's enough, isn't it?"

"In that case, within the Blood Moon Formation, wouldn't I be able to do whatever I want?"

The truth.

This person is not lying.

Wu Minghuang unleashed her Phoenix True Eye, which allows her to see through all things and discern the hearts of men.

She was confident that in this era, no one could escape the Phoenix's True Eye's discernment.

But at this moment, the more confident you are, the more disappointed you will be.

Finally, she took out a pot of wine. "Sir, you have prepared a delicious meal for us, and I have also prepared a pot of wine for you. Please have a taste."

After saying that, she took the initiative to pour wine for Chen Xuan.

As soon as the wine flowed out, the entire Taoist temple seemed to be immersed in the aroma of wine. There were even strange phenomena, with spiritual energy gathering and the aroma of wine gradually transforming into a figure.

High on the mountain, a white-robed minister, alone with a stone table, a chessboard, and a sword, guards the entrance to the mortal realm.

Above the clouds, countless cultivators looked terrified, wanting to land but daring not to.

"This...this is..."

An Changmin was deeply shocked and murmured.

"Holy Master".

Shangguan Wan'er explained softly, "He is also the White-Robed Minister of the Heavenly Phoenix Dynasty, the one that the Blood Silence Demon Lord mentioned."

An Changmin was mesmerized. Could there really be such an extraordinary person in the world?

I originally thought Chen Xuan was already a peerless talent, but what kind of legend is this white-robed prime minister?

Looking at the wine in the glass, Chen Xuan's craving for alcohol was instantly awakened, and he almost revealed his true thoughts.

Having lived two lives, this woman's winemaking skills have become increasingly superb.

But after thinking about it, I still can't acknowledge them.

This woman is not easy to deal with.

When other women are reincarnated and recognize him, things will turn upside down. We should keep it a secret for as long as possible and cherish these peaceful days.

Chen Xuan remained calm and asked, "What's the name of this wine?"

Wu Minghuang said frankly, "The Wine of Longing for You."

"What a wonderful cup of wine to remember you."

Without hesitation, Chen Xuan downed the wine in one gulp and exclaimed, "Excellent wine! The aroma is strong and the aftertaste is sweet, as if a thousand thoughts have transformed into a single emotion that rushes straight to the heart."

Wu Minghuang stared at him for a long time, but finding nothing unusual, she was greatly disappointed.

She held onto a last glimmer of hope.

It is speculated that this gentleman is the reincarnation of the Holy Master.

But under the influence of this cup of "Missing You" wine, even reincarnation would be affected, and memories would be restored.

"Sir, please ask for some delicious food; I'll offer you some fine wine."

"We've gotten to know each other."

"That's right."

Chen Xuan smiled faintly, showing no sign of anything amiss.

I taught this woman all her tricks, how could she possibly outsmart me?

"If you like it, this pot of wine is for you, sir."

That would be wonderful.

"But there's one thing I'm curious about."

"What is it?"

At that moment, Wu Minghuang turned to look at the chicks preening their feathers on the branch, her face expressionless: "Does the master also like to raise phoenixes?"

Chen Xuan's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, how could I have forgotten about that!