Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu-Chapter 67 - 66: Half a day of hard work, Qi Refinement Level 5!!!

Three Soul Stealing Flowers swallowed, and the whole body remained in an extremely full spiritual state.

Chen Qing even clearly felt his cultivation advancing at a flying pace.

It was nothing like the arduous practice before, where progress was slow as an ant’s crawl.

Right now, he would break through to the fifth level of Qi Refinement!

An hour later, Chen Qing felt a tremor throughout his body, and his Dantian expanded by another circle.

It only took one day to reach the fifth level of Qi Refinement!

The Snake Gu truly was extraordinary!

As long as one earned a lot of Spirit Stones, enhancing cultivation was simply effortless.

His Spirit Stones were nearly exhausted now, and he didn’t know when he could earn more.

The Imperial Palace of Da Yan.

The Da Yan Imperial Palace at night still seemed grand.

The city gates were broad and tall, unlike anything of the mortal world, resembling a massive mountain wall.

Carved upon it were the figures of twenty-four gods, each vividly etched onto its surface.

Beside the city gates stood towering ancient walls, marked with numerous traces of knife cuts and axe hews.

When looking towards the Da Yan Imperial Palace at night, one could always see spots of phosphorescence, remnants of slain cultivators’ blood that didn’t perish, continuing to adorn this ancient city after death.

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Ruyi slowly opened her eyes. Wearing only a cloud-like gauze, she sat up in bed. "The medicine from the Heavenly Master Mansion is really effective, made for a beautiful dream."

She opened the lantern hanging above her head, took the Light Gu from it, and held it in her hands. The cocoon of the Light Gu, different from other Gu worms, was a dense beam of light, staring at it too long could hurt one’s eyes.

She extended her hand, allowing the Light Gu to enter her body. She opened the window and looked out; the bright moon hung high.

"Seems I went to bed too early, and woke up too early too."

"Going for a walk would be nice, haven’t gone out at night for a long time."

She wrapped herself tightly in a white cloak, grabbed a lantern, and walked outside of the courtyard. Once she stepped outside her palace, she found herself in a courtyard covering over ten acres.

Many immortal peach trees were planted in the courtyard, not just for flower viewing. Compared to admiring flowers, she preferred the taste of peaches.

Now in the early spring, she reached out and snapped off a branch, pink peach buds already climbing the branches.

She posed formally, silently declaring, "I am the Taichu Divine Woman Ji Ru, walking the earth under the command of Taichu, wishing that all I see becomes a paradise!"

Giggling twice, she planted the peach branch, hopeful it would grow into a small tree.

Suddenly, there were hurried footsteps outside. She came to her courtyard’s entrance and pushed open the door, only to see her elder sister in white, Princess Yi’an.

"Sister, sleeping so late?"

Princess Yi’an heard this and suddenly beamed, "No choice, it’s almost the fifteenth, I must earnestly pray for the Heavenly Venerable, maybe when entering the Immortal Court, his edict might be heard."

Ji Ru secretly thought: I can see Taichu twice every month and even chat with him.

Thinking that way, Senior Taichu truly was a very kind person.

Princess Yi’an was more slender and taller than Princess Ji Ru. Her body was frail, and Ji Ru often wondered if this sister might be blown over by a gust of wind.

She didn’t understand what attracted the Immortal Court Divine Son to choose her out of seven princesses.

Ji Ru, naturally, didn’t participate in that selection. She was too young to be of marriageable age.

Actually, Da Yan’s princesses rarely married into the Immortal Court or Heavenly Master Mansion, as the Divine Sons of these places had long life spans, resulting in significant age differences over two generations.

Commonly, Da Yan’s princesses married into Da Yan’s noble families to show imperial favor.

For the princesses who could marry the Immortal Court Divine Son, the last was eight hundred years ago.

So, Princess Yi’an always felt a bit proud when talking about the Immortal Court.

Whenever Princess Yi’an mentioned the Heavenly Venerable and the Immortal Court, she became loquacious, "If later my sister can’t find a good family, I’ll see if I can find a natural Dao seed for you over there in the Immortal Court."

Ji Ru bowed slightly, "Thank you, Sister, I wish you’ll rest early."

Yi’an left with a smile, and Ji Ru leaned against the door wall, involuntarily wondering: Would the Taichu Sect have a Divine Son in the future?

Or perhaps, there already was one, sealed by Senior Taichu in some era?

If there really was, then myself as the Taichu Divine Woman, and the Taichu Divine Son, wouldn’t that be…?

She shook her head, why think so much.

Senior Taichu was such a wonderful person. Even if there was a Taichu Divine Son, he should also be a great person.

If he was charming, it wouldn’t be bad.

Footsteps sounded behind her, she turned her head and saw her maid.

The maid brought a young man with a full head of white hair, pale complexion, yet with a handsome figure, to her front.

Kneeling on both knees, the man bowed his head and said, "Cao Yizhi from Wugen Sect pays respect to Your Highness. The goods are acquired, please give your instructions, Princess."

Ji Ru softly said, "I dislike such ruthless matters. Take my Luck Gu, place it in the same box with that item, and retrieve my Luck Gu after three days."

Opening her hand, she released her Luck Gu to Cao Yizhi and decided to take a nap.

The dawning in the Imperial Palace was not much different from the outside, there were not nine suns as described by the common folk.

Everyone shared the same sun.

The scholar teaching in the Imperial Palace was always very serious, so serious that every word in the book seemed as weighty as a human life.

At this moment, the twenty-three princesses, of various ages, sat upright on cushions, listening to the scholar teaching.

This scholar had a large frame, standing a full ten feet tall, yet was extremely old, with long fingers but little flesh, wrinkles covered him like the bark of an old tree, ancient and weathered.

No one dared daydream or nap during this scholar’s lectures, for their father, the current Emperor Donghua, was also the scholar’s disciple.

Even their father had to show respect to this scholar when meeting him.

Ji Ru always secretly guessed that this scholar might be a True Monarch.

What pleased Ji Ru was that the scholar didn’t seem to like Princess Yi’an much; on the contrary, he treated Ji Ru quite well.

The palace folk all said she was a fortunate girl, and the scholar seemed to think so too.

She didn’t plan to attend the afternoon etiquette lesson because she sensed that the Light Gu, meticulously chosen for her by Senior Taichu, was about to emerge into a butterfly.

Her Light Butterfly, purple in hue, its wings fluttered as if adorned with starlight.

After absorbing the Light Butterfly into her body, she went to her little treasure vault to fetch five hundred medium-grade Spirit Stones, bathed and perfumed, then lay down, gently wearing that bronze ghost mask.

Appearing on the Cloud Platform afterward, a bit later, first came the scholar, then Yao Feng, and finally Red Lotus.

The four didn’t say a word, quietly waiting for the true master of this place to descend.

As the time for midnight approached, Chen Qing finally appeared on his seat.

He merely sat quietly in his seat, yet the other four felt incredibly insignificant.