When blocked suddenly and having his judgment directly denied, Fu Que raised his eyebrows coldly and glanced at the Red-clothed Woman, reminding her that Dong Liangyu was already on the verge of going berserk; if not rescued in time, it might be too late.

He didn't know who Li Hongjiu was; although he had met him multiple times in the Book Collection Pavilion, he knew he was acquainted with the Red-clothed Woman.

The Red-clothed Woman raised her hand slightly, gesturing to him to be patient.

As Li Hongjiu's voice, akin to chanting, began, Dong Liangyu's reactions grew increasingly intense, with even her entire body slightly trembling.

"Intentional as body, unintentional as corpse, constant as body, neither body nor constant, intentional and unintentional, borrowing the path of heaven and earth..."

With the continued repetition of the chant, fine beads of sweat began to emerge on Dong Liangyu's forehead.

Repeated again and again, as the sound struck repeatedly, sinking deeply into her heart, it seemed in her trance-like dream state, she followed along, murmuring, "Intentional as body, unintentional as corpse, constant as body, neither body nor constant, intentional and unintentional, borrowing the path of heaven and earth..."

However, her rendition felt unlike the clarity of Li Hongjiu's; it carried a sense of agonizing search.

Still pressing one hand on the book, pinching the Flower Picking Finger beneath the table with the other hand, her stature trembling.

In these circumstances, after observing briefly, the cold and stern meaning in Fu Que's gaze gradually faded, his attention shifting more to Li Hongjiu, intermittently sizing him up, occasionally glancing at the Red-clothed Woman, inquiring with his eyes—who is this?

The gaze of the Red-clothed Woman also drifted between Dong Liangyu and Li Hongjiu.

"Intentional as body, unintentional as corpse, constant as body, neither body nor constant, intentional and unintentional, borrowing the path of heaven and earth..."

The same words, different voices; one male voice was clear and crisp, while the female voice was agonizing, woven together in patchwork, sounding chaotic and indeed uncoordinated, incompatible.

One was smooth and naturally flowing, the other stuttering.

Yet, after the repetition, the latter's stuttering tone gradually turned smooth, and the eyeballs under the eyelids, initially blinking wildly, gradually steadied.

Occasional noises emerged from downstairs, while faint sounds of chopping floated in from the kitchen in the back courtyard.

The shadow play through the window also slowly shifted, casting light on Dong Liangyu's shoulder and cheek.

"Intentional as body, unintentional as corpse, constant as body, neither body nor constant, intentional and unintentional, borrowing the path of heaven and earth..."

Dong Liangyu's gradually stabilizing chant also began to align with Li Hongjiu's chant.

Finally, they were harmoniously aligned.

The moment the words aligned perfectly, Li Hongjiu abruptly ceased his voice, closing his mouth.

The scene was left with Dong Liangyu's voice repeating word by word, and the entire appearance grew peaceful and serene.

The gradually shifting shadow on her face revealed the sweat previously left on her face, transforming into a faint mist, which couldn't possibly be evaporated by the kind of light.

Fu Que instinctively exchanged a glance with the Red-clothed Woman.

"Constant as body, neither body nor constant, intentional and unintentional, borrowing the path of heaven and earth..."

The words Dong Liangyu muttered repeatedly unexpectedly started losing words; shortening more and more in repetition, losing words—who knew whether she forgot or swallowed them.

Fu Que and the Red-clothed Woman both glanced at Li Hongjiu, observing his calm demeanor, realizing it wasn't likely a problem.

"Intentional and unintentional, borrowing the path of heaven and earth..."

When the repeated chant lost words, reducing to only the last two phrases, Dong Liangyu suddenly moved, raising the Flower Picking Finger she had under the desk, holding it upright in front of her, her clothing slightly moving autonomously without wind.

The three onlookers felt a surge of energy flowing from her at such close proximity.

At this moment, Dong Liangyu fell into silence.

In her self-awareness, that breath restricted by meridians and unable to circulate inside, finally allowed her to explore other circulation paths; she perceived the world outside, touched upon her existence, borrowing the external world as her body, using the world as her body, mending her imperfection, building bridges externally, discovering a path of circulation.

A breath circulated out, wandering around her body, reaching healthy meridians, then flowing indefinitely, plunging into her body; upon encountering blockages in normal meridian circulation, it exited externally to bridge over, bypassing abnormal meridians, and re-entered healthy meridians.

The three observed at close range, all sensing the wandering trajectory of her breath, akin to a dragon emerging from the sea, soaring above it, then diving back into the ocean.

Repeatedly wandering around Dong Liangyu, initially the motion seemed somewhat clumsy, but later gradually flowed smoothly, her person seeming to be seated on clouds, as if continuously with speeding Flying Dragons swirling and dancing in the clouds.

The three onlookers glanced at the surrounding void, feeling the absorbed spiritual energy being drawn into Dong Liangyu's body.

Li Hongjiu remained calm, observing silently.

The glance exchanged between Fu Que and the Red-clothed Woman clearly carried a sense of surprise; both realized this was indeed cultivation! How could this girl's congenital inability to cultivate actually be cultivated!

Both perceived that a fundamentally different method of cultivation from ordinary ones had been found.

With incomplete meridians internally, could one still cultivate? Although both had broad experiences, it truly opened their eyes this time to what kind of cultivation method this was?

Listening to the seemingly scripture-like repetitive recitation by the pair, they both could recite it by heart, yet couldn't derive any concrete clue from it.

Soon, even Li Hongjiu couldn't resist raising his eyebrows slightly, noticing that Dong Liangyu's dragon-like circulating energy split into two, then into four, gradually dividing skillfully, as one Flying Dragon gradually transformed into numerous strands.

The invisible energy threads swirling around have wrapped Dong Liangyu entirely like a cocoon.

After finding a path, being able to quickly come up with a cultivation method that suits oneself better truly impressed Li Hongjiu.

And the sickly complexion of Dong Liangyu has gradually gained a rare luster, a sign of spiritual vitality filling him.

Seeing this, it seems to have stabilized, Li Hongjiu stepped aside, about to turn away, but noticing the red-clothed woman was present, drinking her wine every day, he couldn't ignore her presence, courteously bowed slightly, "Younger sister-in-law."

The utterance of 'Younger sister-in-law' made the red-clothed woman stiffen with raised hair, her eyes wide, fists clenched in her sleeves, and an impulse to kill arose immediately.

Previously, while dining and drinking with the others in the backyard, she had reminded them discreetly not to call her 'Younger sister-in-law' in front of outsiders. Before Dong Wenshu's family, she was always addressed as 'Jun.'

If she had known he'd address her as 'Younger sister-in-law' in front of Fu Que, she would never have come upstairs even if it killed her.

And it turned out that what she feared came true.

"Younger sister-in-law?" Fu Que, in a voice of surprised confusion, looked around, glancing at both Li Hongjiu and the red-clothed woman, completely bewildered as to this title's significance, making one ponder deeply.

He was about to ask who Li Hongjiu was, but the red-clothed woman, already guessing, interrupted him in a stern voice, changing the subject and questioning Li Hongjiu, "Did you pass her your cultivation method?"

Seeing the reaction of the woman, Li Hongjiu realized there might be issues with her relationship with Shi Chun.

Given Shi Chun's background, could he really get together with a woman of such a grand background? He had been suspicious from the start.

The utterance of 'Younger sister-in-law' was intentional, prompted by the insistence not to use that term in front of outsiders. But wasn't this Sword Saint this woman's person?

Seeing the reaction of the red-clothed woman now, he understood, there was no such outsider; this woman simply didn't want anyone to know her relationship with Shi Chun.

Immediately adhering to her words, he shook his head and said, "No, she realized it herself."

Not a lie really, they were on the same mountain, each blossoming in their own way.

Saying that, he nodded to the two of them, glanced deeply at the red-clothed woman before leaving, pondering whether her coming up was due to sensing some fluctuation?

And that's the main reason he suddenly called out 'Younger sister-in-law.'

He didn't pause, continuing up the stairs to read, sighing while walking, "At least I've not wasted this tower full of books, and it has been worthwhile."

After seeing him off, Fu Que asked the red-clothed woman, "Who is this person?"

Being able to ask that means he hadn't continued spying that night and missed seeing the backyard ceremony of apprenticeship.

The red-clothed woman knew this person had become curious, even if she didn't speak now, he would ask others, she casually replied, "Li Hongjiu."

Fu Que paused, looked towards where the figure had disappeared, muttering, "Seems to have some notoriety."

He turned back and asked, "What did he call you just now, called you younger sister-in-law?"

"You heard wrong." The red-clothed woman dismissed the question with a hint of annoyance, but she still focused on the book Dong Liangyu mentioned before, reached out to grip a corner, slowly pulling it from Dong Liangyu's hand, closed it to glance and murmured, "Borrowed Realm..."

Looking at Dong Liangyu who had entered a unique cultivation state, she sensed Li Hongjiu upstairs.

She had recently considered sparing him in favor to use him, yet hearing the 'Younger sister-in-law' again stirred murderous intent, for some things can't be contained once spread.

She put the book back on the table and also turned to leave.

Fu Que, however, picked up the book and started flipping through it...

Beneath the sky full of stars, Shi Chun, taking Lao Changtai back, again met Wu Jinliang, and the three submerged underground again.

The old method was once more activated, opening a passageway to the Netherworld, set again for the time to reopen, once Wu Jinliang and Lao Changtai entered, Shi Chun quickly closed the passage.

Next, was his long wait deep underground, playing with the 'Ice Sheep' in his hand, waiting quietly.

After reaching the Netherworld, Lao Changtai immediately took Wu Jinliang away from there, not visiting the Netherworld city, as using Death Refusing Incense made it inconvenient to enter the city.

In a somewhat secluded wilderness, Lao Changtai quickly contacted Lao Xi.

Concerning Lao Changtai's greeting, Lao Xi's response was immediate as if he'd arrive no matter the circumstances, a moment later, he was there.

Seeing Wu Jinliang also present, Lao Xi initially startled, then delightedly approached, arm in arm, "Mr. Gao, what wind brought you here? Look, look, Brother Lao, look at the stir you've caused, ought to give me a heads-up, so I could bring a greeting gift."

He learned from Lao Changtai and the others that Wang Ping was their Master, so this tall one must be close to the Master, whose generosity he can't forget for life.

Meeting again, he was quite expectant.

Wu Jinliang slapped his arm, chuckling, "We're all friends here, no need for formalities. We'll have plenty of time to chat later, first help with some important business?"

Having agreed upon the time for the passage between realms to reopen, he had to take care of important matters first and prepare ample trial and error time.

A spirited Lao Xi knowing their rules, assuredly promised compensation for assistance, immediately slapped his chest, "No problem, so long as Lao can achieve it, I'd risk death for it, count on me."

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