The daily life of a max-level immortal cultivator

Chapter 52 These Years as a Charlatan in the Mortal World (Part 8)

The only good thing is that the daily meals have been significantly improved. In the past, it was just the standard four dishes and one soup, but now they deliver different dishes every day, and the taste has also improved by more than a little.

At least they didn't neglect the left-behind children because of the banquet over there, and there was no deliberate forgetting to deliver meals. In fact, the meals were even more plentiful.

Yes, it's no wonder that the Mohist school has been able to continue for so long. Look, they even do such a small thing so well.

As Liu Xingxing ate her delicious dinner, her mind wandered to a whole bunch of random thoughts.

The sky outside had darkened early, and the candles burning inside the hall cast a warm, yellowish glow.

"squeak"

The door made an inappropriate noise, and Liu Xingxing stopped eating and glanced in that direction. She saw a familiar figure walking in, shrouded in starlight and dew.

Liu Xingxing looked at him with slight surprise: "Why are you back so early today?"

Baili Shu closed the palace door and walked over, his figure swaying slightly. Liu Xingxing frowned slightly as she looked at him. How much alcohol had he drunk this time, given his strong smell of alcohol?

For a dignified cultivator to be unable to even get rid of such a slight smell of alcohol, he must truly be at his wit's end.

"Ji Mo Zheng Yuan suddenly felt unwell, so he ended the banquet early and I came back."

Ultimately, it was a cultivator's body, and mere mortal wine was different from those immortal brews imbued with spiritual energy. No matter how much Baili Shu drank, his mind remained clear.

"Since he's unwell, why don't you stay and take care of him?"

Baili Shu found a stool and sat down, rubbing his aching temples with one hand.

"The medicine is no longer effective for him; his body cannot hold on for much longer."

Liu Xingxing remained silent. This was simply a case of developing resistance from taking too much medicine.

"Then why don't you try giving him a different kind of medicine?"

Baili Shu glanced at her and said calmly, "His destiny chart should have been broken five years ago..."

Liu Xingxing looked at him with slight surprise. So, he was using his own life to keep Ji Mozhengyuan alive!

Why would he go to such lengths to keep someone who was already supposed to die?

Is Jimo Zhengyuan really that important to him?

Liu Xingxing silently reached out and ladled out a bowl of lotus root soup that he hadn't finished drinking, then placed it in front of him and said casually, "It's still hot, it'll help you sober up."

Baili Shu did not refuse. He picked up the bowl, stirred it a couple of times with a spoon, and slowly drank it.

After finishing the bowl, Liu Xingxing took the bowl and ladled out another bowl of soup for him, then put it back in his hand, but Baili Shu still drank it without hesitation.

The hall was spacious, and even with the doors closed, the chill of the night was still palpable. The food on the table looked like it had been there for a while, but it was still steaming, and the soup in his hand was as hot as if it had just come out of the pot.

It was obvious without even thinking that she was using her spiritual power to maintain it.

Liu Xingxing saw that he had obediently finished both bowls of soup, and then looked at him with a deep gaze.

"...Do you want me to go and save him?"

Upon hearing this, Baili Shu looked up at her in a daze: "You... can save him?"

"I suppose so, but we need to hear his wishes first. As you know, everything comes at a price, and it depends on whether he's willing to pay that price."

"We'll go find him later. Let's eat first. I haven't eaten yet. If you haven't eaten well either, you can eat some with me."

Liu Xingxing calmly picked up her bowl and chopsticks and continued eating, ignoring the astonishment of those around her.

He had exhausted all his efforts but couldn't find a solution, yet Liu Jun resolved it with just a few words. Indeed, a higher realm is an insurmountable existence, especially for the only person under the Heavenly Dao.

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Night falls, curfew

This ancient palace is always so silent and quiet, so cold that it doesn't seem like a place for living people to live.

The emperor's bedchamber was brightly lit and crowded with people. There were layers upon layers of guards outside, and imperial physicians carrying medicine chests were constantly going in and out. The footsteps of the palace servants were also much more disordered.

The emperor still seemed unwell after leaving the banquet, but as soon as he reached the entrance of his bedchamber, he vomited a large mouthful of black blood. Now he was barely breathing and on the verge of death.

How could something have suddenly turned out like this?

The entire palace was in a state of panic, and some who had received the news were already planning their next move.

Ji Mo Zheng Yuan always looked sickly, but the wolf has finally come.

Inside the imperial tent, Ji Mo Zhengyuan lay with his eyes closed, his complexion completely drained, as if he were on the verge of death. One imperial physician after another came forward to examine him, but without exception, they all looked beyond saving.

At this moment, Ji Mochuan, who was admiring the moon with his hands behind his back in the Prince Xu's mansion, was not admiring the moon in the usual way. He just raised his head and looked aimlessly at the distant horizon, and it was impossible to tell what his expression was.

A cold wind whipped up churning dark clouds that were rapidly drifting toward the main city, slowly obscuring the bright moon's brilliance.

Things are about to change.

As dawn approached, Ji Mo Zhengyuan's illness finally stabilized. Not wanting to disturb him any further, the imperial physicians and palace servants mostly withdrew and waited in the side hall in case of any unforeseen circumstances.

Once the person left, only the faint crackling sound of burning candles remained in the hall.

Liu Xingxing easily evaded the guards' surveillance and entered Ji Mozhengyuan's room with Baili Shu in hand.

The smell of burning candles mixed with the strong smell of medicine was extremely unpleasant, and Ji Mo Zhengyuan, lying on the bed, was so light that he didn't seem to be alive.

Liu Xingxing glanced at Baili Shu, stepped forward, and lifted the imperial tent. Looking at Ji Mo Zhengyuan, who had a deathly expression, she gathered her spiritual energy in her hand, recited an incantation, and channeled it towards Ji Mo Zhengyuan's brow.

A faint red glow rushed into Ji Mo Zheng Yuan's mind through her fingertips. In a short while, Ji Mo Zheng Yuan's lifeless face regained some color, and his tightly closed eyes trembled slightly as if he was about to open them.

Liu Xingxing withdrew her hand at the opportune moment and stood there waiting for him to wake up.

A moment later, Ji Mo Zheng Yuan opened his eyes in a daze, and what he saw was a blurry figure. It took him a while to make out who it was.

Ji Mo Zheng Yuan looked at the woman standing in front of his bed with a puzzled expression: "You?"

"Oh, Your Majesty has finally woken up. What a good night's sleep."

Liu Xingxing looked at him with a teasing expression.

Ji Mo Zheng Yuan had no strength to get up, so he could only look at her and ask, "Why are you here?"

"Of course, it was your good national advisor who sent me to save people. Otherwise, I wouldn't have the time to waste my spiritual power to save a stranger. My spiritual power is very precious."

Ji Mo Zhengyuan looked completely bewildered: "Spiritual power?"

Liu Xingxing sat down on the edge of the bed, crossed her arms, and looked at him with amusement: "That's right, Baili Shu told you that he came from a place called Penglaijian, but he didn't tell you that Penglaijian doesn't even exist in this world."

Upon hearing this, Ji Mo Zheng Yuan's pupils dilated slightly.

She uttered such a shocking statement that Ji Mo Zheng Yuan was so astonished that he became much more alert.

Liu Xingxing didn't care whether he could accept it or not and told him everything: "You can think of it as one room existing at the same time as another room. The world is made up of multiple rooms that are not connected at the same time."

"You live in this room without knowing that other rooms exist, while the people in other rooms know that other rooms exist and can freely enter and exit other rooms."

"The people in one room are either too fragile to live long, while the people in another room come to this room and are as powerful as gods. Baili Shu and I come from another room, or rather, another world, a world where there is power you can't even imagine."

Liu Xingxing paused for a moment, then deliberately reached out and grabbed in front of him, conjuring up two jade bottles out of thin air.

“Your body should have died five years ago. It is Baili Shu who has been prolonging your lifespan. Now you have two choices: one is to take a pill to keep you alive for another twenty years. After twenty years, you will be just like any other mortal.”

"As for the other bottle, it can also keep you alive. How long you live depends on your own fate. If you choose this elixir, the condition is that you give up your kingdom and throne and come with us as an ordinary person."

"Don't even think about scheming. If you try to fool me, I'll send you to meet the King of Hell right now."

Ji Mo Zheng Yuan turned his head to look at Bai Li Shu, who was standing not far away and had not said a word. He saw that the latter opened his mouth slightly but did not say anything.

Baili Shu would not lie to him. Judging from his expression, he knew that Liu Xingxing was not lying. Ji Mo Zhengyuan turned around and stared at the top of the tent for a long time without saying a word.

He was, after all, just a mortal, and his worldview crumbled into ruins in those few words, his philosophy of life and worldview collapsing completely in an instant.

"You'd better choose quickly. An outsider's spiritual power can't stay in a mortal for long. The little bit of spiritual power I gave you was only enough to last for half an incense stick's time. You're almost at your limit."

Ji Mo Zhengyuan turned to look at her and asked weakly, "What would be the effect if I chose the second medicine?"

"It will help you clear your blocked meridians and step into the threshold of cultivation. This is much more precious than that life-saving pill. Even in our world, mortals would not be able to get one even if they wanted to pay a lot of money."

"Have you thought it through? Do you want to stay here and enjoy your imperial blessings for another twenty years, or do you want to choose an unknown path and see a whole new world with us? You have only thirty days left."

"I choose..."