sinovels Chapter 216 Whitewashing
Chapter 216 Whitewashing
Yang Silang rolled his eyes when he heard Mo Xinlian's suggestion.
That's a huge fox spirit, do you really think she's just experiencing first love, young and naive? Has she never seen anything good before?
"She's Consort Hu, the Emperor's woman," Yang Silang retorted. "She has a man too, she doesn't need to fight you for her..."
Mo Xinlian chuckled.
"What? She didn't tell you?"
"Is her title of Consort Hu merely nominal, and her relationship with Emperor Yongchang just that of cultivation partners?"
Yang Silang asked in surprise.
Why is that?
In his view, Consort Hu's lavish spending must be due to her access to royal resources. Just look at the tea she bestowed, which came from the royal secret realm; she must be extremely favored.
Even the common people say that she is the most favored concubine in the harem and is the emperor's favorite.
How did we become cultivation partners?
Seeing his confusion, Mo Xinlian explained it to him.
"Don't you understand?"
"These two are not a real couple, nor are they cultivation partners; they are more like companions on the path of cultivation for the time being."
"Emperor Yongchang possesses the wealth of the four seas, and the royal secret realm is rich in resources, so Hu Jiaoniang can obtain ample cultivation resources."
"The Nine-Tailed Fox clan possesses two innate divine abilities: one is the ability to create clones, and the other is the ability to condense dew."
"This second supernatural power is quite ingenious; this thing will grow around the demon core in her body."
"It is ready when it turns golden in color. It is said that mortals who consume it can directly enter the realm of immortality."
"When Emperor Yongchang became emperor, he was protected by the dragon vein of Emperor Taizu, and from then on he possessed the supernatural power of dragon energy protecting his body."
"Although this supernatural power can protect one's soul from all evil influences and prevent all magic from affecting one's body, making it as indestructible as diamond and crystal, it is truly a first-rate supernatural power in this world."
"However, there is one drawback: they cannot live forever. Their lifespan is the same as that of ordinary people, and it is rare to see emperors who live to be over a hundred years old."
"Previous emperors tried all sorts of methods, but none of them were able to break the shackles."
"I suspect that Emperor Yongchang must have taken a fancy to Hu Jiaoniang's Xuanyou Ninglu and wanted to find another way to achieve immortality."
Yang Silang found this very strange.
Ultimately, his knowledge and experience were no match for those of such powerful demon immortals.
Mo Xinlian may be a free spirit, but it is precisely because she travels around so much that she has learned a lot of secret information.
No wonder Hu Jiaoniang didn't seem to care much about Emperor Yongchang in her previous words, and there was a hidden meaning in her mocking his desire for immortality.
Since they are neither husband and wife nor life-and-death companions, this makes sense.
The two were merely cultivators with their own desires, so naturally they didn't have any deep feelings for each other.
He asked curiously.
"What exactly is the ancestral dragon vein?"
"Emperors possessed divine powers and the aura of dragons protecting them, so why couldn't they achieve immortality?"
Mo Xinlian shook her head and said she didn't quite understand it either.
This realm is divided into four continents: east, west, south, and north, all connected by a vast sea. On the eastern continent, there are seven kingdoms: Shun, Chen, Wei, Zheng, Yue, Han, and Yan.
Well, the Yan Kingdom is practically nonexistent these days. Several rebel kings have been fighting each other to the death, and I've heard that even the capital has been occupied several times over.
I heard that the royal family has been almost wiped out.
The dynasties of various countries have changed hands countless times over nearly ten thousand years.
Each time a new dynasty is established, when the founding emperor of the new dynasty passes away, the collective will of the people of the whole country will gather to form a dragon vein, a spectacular sight that disappears into the earth.
From then on, emperors of later generations would receive the protection of their ancestors' dragon veins and possess supernatural powers to protect them.
The cultivators speculated that the so-called ancestral dragon vein or imperial dragon vein was essentially a deity of incense offerings.
Emperor Taizu ended the chaos, established a new dynasty, consolidated his rule over the world, and won the hearts of the people. After his death, the people entrusted their grief to him, which eventually led to the formation of the "Dragon Vein".
The "Dragon Vein" is completely impartial, with the highest instinct being to protect the survival of the dynasty. Apart from providing certain protection to members of the royal family, it does not actually interfere in human affairs.
simply put.
Even the peerless and powerful Emperor Taizu was still a mortal, and might die from attacks by Taoist martial artists. However, when he died, he could condense the dragon vein of the dynasty, thus protecting the emperors who followed him from violent deaths.
It was actually Emperor Taizu who was responsible for digging the holes and planting the trees in the early days of the dynasty, while the later emperors enjoyed the fruits of his labor under his protection.
As for why these emperors could not live forever, perhaps it was because they went against the natural order.
It is equivalent to the largest aristocratic family in the country, which controls the best resources. If they can live forever and be reincarnated, how will the princes of the future have a chance to rise to prominence?
Moreover, if one encounters an unreliable emperor and continues to live, wouldn't the longer he lives, the faster the dynasty will perish?
Once a dynasty falls, the ancestral dragon vein will dissipate.
If the skin is gone, where will the hair attach?
In this way, the dragon vein would grant emperors supernatural powers and protection, while also limiting their lifespan, making them as short as ordinary people.
However, the dragon's protective aura is not a panacea. Throughout history, there have always been extraordinary people who have come up with various ways to bypass the limitations of this power. Otherwise, so many emperors would not have died in various ways along the way.
"It is now the seventy-second year of the Yongchang Emperor's reign. He ascended the throne at the age of twenty and is now ninety-two years old."
Mo Xinlian smiled.
Even if he survives...
It probably won't last many more years.
"If you were the most powerful person in the world, would you be anxious?"
"Hu Jiaoniang was just one of his many arrangements."
"If you ask me, this vixen is definitely here to take advantage. She's very cunning and has planned this all along. She knows that the Xuan You Ning Lu in her body won't mature for more than ten years, so she can get the old emperor's resources for free."
"If you ask me, this vixen is definitely here to take advantage. She's very cunning and has planned this all along. She knows that the Xuan You Ning Lu in her body won't mature for more than ten years, so she can get the old emperor's resources for free."
"She's the most cunning person."
She did not hesitate to launch a personal attack against Hu Jiaoniang.
Yang Silang's expression remained unchanged. In any case, Hu Jiaoniang also called Mo Xinlian a stupid cat. The two of them were equally good at insulting each other, and neither of them was more noble than the other.
After venting her frustrations, Mo Xinlian was in a good mood and then pulled a token out of her pocket.
"Here... this is for you."
"I came today to deliver this to you."
"I'm very busy, and I made a special trip for this."
She tilted her long neck back and glanced sideways at Yang Silang, as if the words "Praise me!" were etched onto her face.
Yang Silang had no choice but to bow deeply and say a few words.
"Thank you, madam..."
He took the item and saw that it was a black iron token with a black Qilin on the front. It had deer antlers, a dragon's head, a tiger's back, snake scales, horse hooves, and an ox's tail, and its temperament was mysterious.
The back features a large character for "ink".
"What is this?" Yang Silang was a little confused.
Mo Xinlian smiled.
"This is something that can clear your name, you rogue cultivator."
Yang Silang's eyes lit up when he heard this. He knew some Taoist arts, but he never dared to use them openly in front of others because he was unlicensed and just a rogue cultivator.
"This item is called the Small Ink Token, and it is used by members of the Mo family who have made great contributions to the family or by close associates."
"With this order, you are essentially under the protection of the Mohist school. I will also arrange a Taoist master for you. You can go and pretend to learn a few tricks when you have time, and then you will be a proper Taoist cultivator."
"In addition, this is also a magic artifact. After you refine it, this token will transform into a Qilin shield according to your will. It can be large or small, long or round, thick or thin. It is very convenient. The effect is so-so. It is generally unbreakable by grandmasters."
Yang Silang was somewhat puzzled.
"Which Mohist school? Isn't it the one from the Wei-Jin period who dissected ink?"
"I have done nothing to benefit the Mohists."
The four great families of the capital, the Wei and Jin dynasties, the Jie and Mo families, could this little Mo Ling be the Mo family's Mo?
Mo Xinlian chuckled smugly.
"It's that ink."
"How can you say you didn't do anything significant?" Mo Xinlian pointed to her own nose. "You saved the third young lady of the Mo family. Tell me, don't you deserve credit?"
"You?" Yang Silang looked at Mo Xinlian with great suspicion.
This thing looks like a fairy at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it's just a funny cat. It's a waste that it has such a stunning face and a proud figure.
Mo Xinlian snorted in dissatisfaction.
"Why can't I do it?"
"Let me tell you, get to know me again. Standing before you is not only the Nine-Lives Celestial Maiden, but also the Third Young Lady of the Mo Family!"
"When I was reincarnated, I naturally chose a family with a strong financial foundation and abundant resources. What's wrong with being reborn as the third young lady of the Mo family?"
"My original self was a nine-lived celestial cat, but I was reborn into an ordinary family. I was starving, cold, and had no resources for cultivation. Wouldn't that be playing with my own path to immortality?"
Yang Silang thought about it and realized that it made sense.
This is truly a powerful alliance.
When the immortals are reincarnated and die in their families, the noble families also welcome a future giant destined to rise to prominence to take charge.
In this way, the aristocratic families protect the reincarnated powerful beings who have not yet grown up, and when the reincarnated powerful beings return to their peak, they can also help the family to which this physical body belongs, forming a perfect closed loop.
Yang Silang rolled his eyes and asked with a smile.
"Then please tell me, my lady."
"The third young lady of the Mo family, and Consort Hu, a favorite concubine in the palace."
Which one is more powerful?
Mo Xinlian immediately deflated, as if she had been hit hard. She stomped her foot and let out a cold snort.
"Think about it yourself..."
"Remember, you are my man, Mo Xinlian's man. You are not allowed to disobey your husband and be bewitched by that vixen."
"No, I need to find you some magic potion to calm your mind and spirit."
"You're too weak-willed. You dared to kiss me back then, and I was just being magnanimous by not holding it against you. If you had dared to pout in front of that fox, you'd probably be dead for sure..."
"I've gone to find something to save your life..."
"I'm leaving..." Mo Xinlian was a fiery person; she could come and go as she pleased, and before her voice even faded, she was already outside.
"Take this token and study hard. If anyone tries to make things difficult for you, just show this token, and usually no one will dare to cause you trouble."
The demonic aura vanished completely from the sky.
Yang Silang weighed the small ink card in his hand, then shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Two great demon immortals served and presented gifts together; who has such good fortune?
Mo Xinlian's little ink token was delivered at just the right time; it's perfect for dealing with all sorts of strange and wicked people.
It would be even better if these two didn't have such a deep-seated grudge or hatred.