The Dao dies but I live on, the spiritual energy dries up but I remain evergreen

Li Changxiao has some memories about the Baiyou Dynasty.

The Baiyou Dynasty was not a very powerful dynasty.

At that time, in order to unify the continent, the Lingtian Dynasty led 300,000 cavalry to conquer and annex neighboring countries.

In the end, the only thing missing was the Baiyou Dynasty.

There is only one step away from unifying the continent and establishing the supreme cause. Li Shanhe leads the army in person, and the Baiyou Dynasty is simply unable to resist.

Finally, the country was destroyed and the mountains and rivers were destroyed...

Fu Tao and others probably started thinking about revenge and restoring their country from that time on.

If their spiritual energy hadn't been exhausted, they wouldn't have had any chance.

……

"Chi chi chi..."

Suddenly, a voice attracted Li Changxiao's attention.

He turned his head and saw a spirit bird flying towards him.

He extended a finger for the bird to rest on and removed the envelope tied to its claw.

After opening it, it turned out to be a letter from Fu Tao.

"Master Changxiao, my Fu family is the royal family of the Baiyou Dynasty. I'm sure you have guessed it a long time ago."

"People only know that our Baiyou Dynasty is rich in Baiyou flowers, but they don't know that the real power of the Baiyou Dynasty is a secret technique: the Baiyou Technique!"

"The Hundred Ghost Technique can control the dead spirits and Yin objects. It is extremely mysterious. No one in my Baiyou family has been able to master it for generations. If my father could have mastered this technique at that time, he might not have been defeated by the Lingtian Iron Cavalry."

"When a person dies, the light goes out. Rather than letting the Hundred Nether Arts sleep with us forever, it is better to give it to Master Chang Xiao. If you do as I say, you can obtain the Hundred Nether Arts..."

"..."

"Finally, if Master Changxiao is willing, could you go and see my brother for me? If nothing unexpected happens, he will be the last bloodline of my old Fu family."

This is the end of the article.

The envelope had a faint smell of rouge and powder.

Li Changxiao put the letter away.

"Forget it. I have nothing to do, so I'll go and check it out for you." He muttered to himself.

……

Return to the inn.

Li Changxiao's consciousness sank into the dream space.

On the tree in the center, another dream fruit grew.

Revenge dream.

Once in the deep palace, Li Changxiao never gave up looking for the reason why his mother's lifespan declined.

Finally, the truth was learned from a conversation among several eunuchs.

From that moment on, he began to dream of revenge.

To make Concubine Zhou's life worse than death...

So Li Changxiao destroyed his cultivation and implanted the seed of nightmare in him, causing him to have endless nightmares whenever he fell asleep for the rest of his life.

The dream that was once planted has now been realized.

He picked the dream fruit that had just grown and took a bite.

A large amount of spiritual energy poured into the body, cleansing the bone marrow in the limbs. The little Nascent Soul in the body flickered and emitted a faint light.

This time, his cultivation level rose rapidly, and the surging spiritual energy in his body was like thousands of troops, charging towards the city gate called "Middle Nascent Soul Stage".

Finally, they stopped at the city gate.

Figuratively speaking, he already had the qualifications to break through, but he had too few soldiers, too few weapons, and too thin horses, and he needed more accumulation.

"The peak of the early Nascent Soul stage!" Li Changxiao muttered to himself.

In addition, he discovered that the dream space had expanded to fifteen cubic meters, and the spiritual energy was no longer so thin.

Coming out of the dream space, Li Changxiao looked out the window and found that the snow had gotten heavier. The originally bustling street now had only a few merchants hawking their wares.

He stayed for a few more days.

The innkeeper knocked on the door with a flattering look on his face, hinting to Li Changxiao in various ways that it was time to pay the rent.

Li Changxiao took out some money, and the shopkeeper immediately smiled and said, "The world has not been easy recently. The land tax has increased a lot, and housing prices will naturally increase as well."

Li Changxiao was stunned, and added a dozen cents before sending the shopkeeper away.

He left the inn and walked towards the restaurant, wanting to buy some wine, but to his surprise he discovered that even the price of wine had gone up.

Li Changxiao was curious and asked the reason. The shopkeeper was happy to chat and told Li Changxiao that the price increase was partly due to the increase in land tax.

On the other hand, speaking of this, the restaurant owner lowered his voice, whispered carefully in Li Changxiao's ear, saying that since the assassination, his son had given up the imperial examination and clamored to seek immortality!

As he spoke, the restaurant owner looked very proud. Compared with worldly fame and fortune, the path to immortality seemed much more elegant.

Moreover, he could break a river with one palm and smash a ship with one punch. Who wouldn't yearn for such great power?

"Seeking immortality is not a good path. It's worse than taking the imperial examination." Li Changxiao reminded seriously.

"Bah! What do you know, a drunkard? You are just a wanderer, no different from an ant in front of that immortal." The restaurant owner suddenly became unhappy. He called three or five big men and forked Li Changxiao out.

He also threatened that he would never sell wine to Li Changxiao again.

Li Changxiao stood at the door of the inn and shouted, "If you don't listen to good advice, you will suffer the consequences."

Then he patted his butt and left.

The snow in Lingtian City was getting heavier and heavier. The people loved to drink warming wine in the restaurant and listen to storytellers telling all kinds of bizarre stories.

The assassination was made into a story by storytellers and spread throughout the streets and alleys. However, soon, the restaurants involved were closed one by one, and the storytellers were also dragged out and beheaded in the street.

The cold winter days had an extra touch of solemnity. Li Changxiao, who had been in the world, had seen it all.

A few more days.

Hongzhoufang was sealed off.

The old maid, who was covered in rouge and powder, learned the news early and ran away with her whole family.

On the day of the seizure, Li Changxiao went to the scene and saw that the officers and soldiers had burned all the flower boats. The "Qushui Lanting" poem that was famous in Lingtian City was also burned.

It has become a forbidden song. Anyone who sings it will be killed along with his entire clan!

Fortunately, Fu Tao once gave Li Changxiao the music score, saying that this song "Shui Lanting" was not just a simple song.

Li Changxiao quickly received the news he wanted.

The news that Concubine Zhou's cultivation was destroyed leaked, and her status was downgraded three levels. If she had not given birth to a prince, she would have been sent to the cold palace.

At the same time, the Lingtian Dynasty was furious and issued an arrest warrant for the commoner Li Changxiao.

In a short time, the portrait of the white-robed swordsman spread throughout Lingtian City and was posted on every street and alley.

The innkeeper happened to pass by and was shocked when he saw the wanted notice. He hurried to report it to the authorities, but when he arrived at the room, it was empty.

The person left long ago.

In addition, there are rumors in Lingtian City.

Li Shanhe began to delegate power.

No matter how glorious the former immortal dynasty was, it had to compromise with the times and transform into a secular dynasty.

He delegated some of his power to some of the princes.

According to legend, the increase in land tax was the work of one of the princes.

This day.

The white-clad swordsman who was wanted by the whole city was walking alone on the street.

He drank his liquor and laughed heartily.

This year, Lingtian City lost an otaku.

There was a bamboo flute on the waist of the white-robed swordsman.