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Jiaojiao stepped into the Changle Palace, and her sharp fox eyes instantly recognized that this was the old place where she woke up. Her nine fluffy and gorgeous purple tails swayed gently, and without saying a word, her figure flashed like lightning and flashed into the small house on the side.

Inside the room, soft light sprinkled on the soft couch in the middle. Jiaojiao jumped up, and her nine purple tails stretched out gracefully, and she coiled herself on the couch. She slowly closed her eyes, her pointed ears trembled slightly, her breathing became even, and she began deep meditation.

In the meditation realm, Jiaojiao seemed to be in the vast abyss of stars, surrounded by a splendid vortex of spiritual energy. As a nine-tailed purple fox, her intelligence and instincts gave her a unique way of perceiving and controlling the power of the immortal spirits. Her nine fox tails flashed with a faint purple light in the spiritual realm, like nine bridges to mysterious power. The fox tails swayed gently, attracting the immortal spirits from all around like a tide, flowing slowly into her body along the tip of the tail. At first, these powers rushed around in her body like wild horses running wild. But Jiaojiao, relying on her innate fox talent, used her powerful thoughts to comb them, allowing them to circulate in an orderly manner along the meridians corresponding to the nine fox tails. Each cycle was like weaving a more sophisticated spiritual net, firmly binding the power of the immortal spirits in it.

After the meditation, Jiaojiao opened her eyes, and purple light burst out from her fox pupils. At this moment, she had mastered the power of the immortal spirits around her. The nine purple tails could attract the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to respond when they were waved casually. She knew that her fox bloodline was awakening and sublimating in these trainings, and in the future, she would definitely leave her own brilliant legend in this world.

Donghua had been observing Jiaojiao closely through the water mirror. Seeing her deep in meditation in the Changle Palace, he could not help but nod slightly, curling his thin lips, and murmured, "This little fox has finally calmed down, otherwise the 20,000-year-old immortal would really hurt Zhongyong." After speaking, his slender fingers tapped lightly on the armrest of the chair, as if he was thinking about something.

Donghua was a little worried about Jiaojiao's lively and distracted personality. But now, seeing her actively immersing herself in meditation and practicing with concentration, Donghua was filled with joy. He knew that with Jiaojiao's talent and potential, if she could practice with perseverance, she would be able to shine in the fairy world and become a force that cannot be underestimated.

Donghua thought that after Jiaojiao finished her meditation, he would give her some tips and guidance to help her make further progress in the cultivation of immortal power. He stood up, with his hands behind his back, his figure seemed so deep and mysterious in the interweaving of light and shadow, his eyes still fixed on Jiaojiao in the water mirror, as if he could see her infinite future and possibilities through this mirror.

Jiaojiao's meditation lasted for a whole year. Donghua stared at her through the water mirror. Seeing that she showed no sign of waking up, his sword-like eyebrows slightly frowned, and a trace of imperceptible worry rose in his heart. The group of fairies in Taichen Palace wandered around the palace all day long, hoping to climb onto his bed. Their lotus steps were full of affectation, and the sweet voices of orioles and swallows were endless, which made Donghua very annoyed.

"Forget it, let's all go." Donghua waved his long sleeves, his voice was cold and full of unquestionable majesty. The immortal officials received the order and immediately arranged for the immortal maidens to leave Taichen Palace. For a while, there were bursts of crying in Taichen Palace. Although the immortal maidens were unwilling, they did not dare to disobey the emperor's order, so they had to leave slowly, looking back every few steps.

Donghua turned around and looked at Jiaojiao in the water mirror again. At this time, Taichen Palace became particularly quiet because of the departure of the fairies. Only the sound of the breeze seemed to accompany Jiaojiao who was still in meditation. Donghua stood quietly by the side, silently waiting for her to wake up. In his deep eyes, there was a touch of tenderness and expectation that he himself had not noticed.

"Emperor." Chonglin's voice came from outside the door, respectful and gentle, as if he was afraid of disturbing the tranquility of Taichen Palace. The voice passed through the carved door, carrying a trace of cautious awe, and echoed slightly in the empty palace corridor.

"Come in." Emperor Donghua's voice was cold, like an ancient pond with no ripples. As he spoke, he raised his hand lightly, and the water mirror that reflected the world was like fragile colored glass, which instantly shattered into spots of light and dissipated into the void. The moment the water mirror shattered, the light flickered, as if countless lights and shadows were struggling in it, but they disappeared in a flash, leaving only silence in the room.

Zhonglin stepped in steadily, performed the formal ceremony, and reported: "Emperor, Qingqiu Baiqian injured a young man from the Peacock Clan a few days ago. Now, the Peacock Clan leader, King Yaoling, has come to the outside of Taichen Palace in person to ask to see the Emperor. He looks anxious and seems to be full of worries. He has been waiting outside the palace gate for a long time."

"Oh? King Yao Ling is coming in person?" Emperor Donghua raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed across his obsidian eyes, like a ripple on the calm lake. He raised his eyes slightly, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the palace door and saw the anxious King Yao Ling outside the palace gate.

"That's right, Your Majesty. The injured this time is King Yao Ling's beloved grandson, who has always been deeply favored by the clan. The young man was kind-hearted by nature, but this time he suffered such a misfortune, and is unconscious, with his life in danger. King Yao Ling is heartbroken, and of course he cannot sit idly by." Zhong Lin stood tall, his eyes straight ahead, his words full of respect, but beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, showing the thorny nature of the matter.

"That's strange. Why didn't he go to look for Zheyan? Why did he come to my Taichen Palace instead?" Emperor Donghua placed his slender fingers on the edge of the teacup and gently stroked it. The cup touched the table, making a clear and crisp sound. His eyes were deep and gloomy, as if he was exploring something. The curling smoke rising from the teacup lingered in front of him, adding a bit of haziness and mystery to his face.

"Replying to the Emperor, Supreme God Zheyan has gone into seclusion, and the Ten-Li Peach Forest has been sealed off to outsiders. After Qingqiu Bai Qian hurt someone, she hid in Qingqiu and refused to come out. King Yaoling searched for her in vain, so he had no choice but to rush to Taichen Palace, and he was hoping that the Emperor could lend a hand and save the young man's life. He knew very well that the Emperor cared about the world and had compassion for all living beings, and that in this vast world, the Emperor's ability could resolve this crisis." Chonglin bowed his head, his words were sincere and clear, and he only hoped that the Emperor could make a decision.

"When did you learn to be so smooth-talking?" Emperor Donghua raised his eyes slightly, and a barely perceptible scrutiny flashed across his eyes, which were as deep as the cold stars in the night sky, and he looked straight at Chonglin. His gaze seemed to be substantial, as if it could penetrate the soul and see through every secret corner of Chonglin's heart, making the air around him seem to condense a little.

Seeing this, Chonglin's heart suddenly tightened, and he knelt on his knees without hesitation, his body straight, his expression solemn and full of guilt. "Replying to the emperor, King Yao Ling is a close friend who fought side by side with me. In the past, we were together in the war between immortals and demons, and we experienced countless life and death tests. We have been through thick and thin together. To be honest, he came to see me this time. I do have my own plans in my mind, so there are many biases in my words. I am selfish, and I hope the emperor will forgive me." After saying this, Chonglin touched his forehead to the ground, not daring to move at all.

Emperor Donghua was silent for a long time, as if he was lost in memories of the past. Finally, he sighed slightly, and the sigh echoed in the empty palace. "Since you have selfish motives, that's it. King Yaoling has been a loyal follower of mine in many wars in the past. It is not reasonable to reject him ruthlessly. You stand up and let him in." After saying that, Emperor Donghua waved his hand gently, and his wide sleeves fluttered, as if he was commanding the progress of everything invisibly, and seemed to be dispelling the solemnity and entanglement of the moment.

After receiving the order, Chonglin took a deep breath and walked steadily towards the outside of Taichen Palace. He saw King Yaoling pacing anxiously outside the palace gate, his gorgeous peacock feathers were slightly messy in the wind, and the dazzling color of the past seemed to be dimmed by the worries at the moment.

Chonglin stepped forward, bowed slightly and said, "King Yaoling, the emperor invites you in." Upon hearing this, King Yaoling was shocked and immediately stopped. He looked up, his eyes full of eagerness and expectation, "Really? The emperor is willing to see me?" Chonglin nodded slightly, "The emperor, considering our past friendship, specially allows you in."

King Yao Ling hurriedly straightened his clothes, trying to make himself look less embarrassed, but his slightly trembling hands revealed his inner tension and anxiety. He followed Chonglin and slowly walked into Taichen Palace, taking every step very carefully, as if he was carrying the hope of life and death of his grandson.

King Yao Ling staggered into the main hall of Taichen Palace. When he saw Emperor Donghua, he fell to his knees with a plop, banged his head on the ground, and sobbed.

"My Lord, I came here today with the grievances and grief of my entire clan on my shoulders. My poor grandson suffered a devastating disaster, and the culprit behind all this was Bai Qian from Qingqiu. For some reason, Bai Qian had set her greedy eyes on the sacred object of my peacock clan - the Peacock Spiritual Lamp. My Lord, you may not know that this lamp was carved from divine stones collected from the depths of the spiritual veins where my peacock clan lives, and was carefully crafted by skilled craftsmen in my clan. On the lamp, ancient runes and peacock totems complement each other, as if telling the glory and heritage of my clan for thousands of years. The faint blue light emanating from its body is even more sacred and inviolable. The lamp contains... The spiritual liquid is the result of thousands of years of fusion and condensation of the pure and spotless spiritual power of our peacock ancestors and the rare spiritual essences between heaven and earth. This spiritual liquid is a beacon of protection for the younger generation of our tribe on the road of cultivation. Once the spiritual power is polluted or the cultivation is inadvertently carried out, just sit and meditate devoutly beside the Lingxi lamp, and the spiritual liquid will automatically rise up with strands of purifying power like a spirit snake. They will gently drill into the body of the younger generation and slowly move along the meridians, like the most delicate craftsman, taking out the impurities and disordered spiritual power in the body bit by bit, reshaping the pure spiritual power meridians, so as to help the younger generation get back on track and continue to forge ahead on the road of cultivation. "

King Yao Ling raised his tearful face, his eyes full of despair and pleading, "My grandson was just guarding the sacred object in the spiritual land at that time, but Bai Qian suddenly showed up without any warning. She first forced my grandson to hand over the Lingxi Lamp, but my grandson knew the importance of this lamp to the clan and would rather die than surrender. Seeing that being soft didn't work, Bai Qian attacked her brazenly. Her magic was extremely fierce, pouring down on my grandson like a storm. Although my grandson tried his best to resist, he was young and weak, how could he be a match for Bai Qian. In that tragic battle, my grandson was seriously injured and dying, and the Peacock Lingxi Lamp was also forcibly snatched away by Bai Qian. My emperor, without this Peacock Lingxi Lamp, my Peacock clan is like losing the spirit... Soul pillar. In the future, if the younger generations of the clan encounter difficulties in their practice, there will be no magical purification power to help them. Once their spiritual power is damaged, they can only sit and wait for death. In this way, the inheritance of our peacock clan will definitely be hindered. If this continues, I am afraid that we will gradually decline in this world. I have risked my life to come here today and beg the emperor to seek justice for my poor and innocent grandson and recover the sacred object of our clan, the peacock spiritual lamp, for the sake of our past feelings. Otherwise, I will be the eternal sinner of the peacock clan, and I will not be able to face my ancestors after my death. "After speaking, King Yao Ling touched the ground with his forehead again, and the feathers on his peacock feather clothes trembled because of the violent trembling of his body, casting a messy and sad shadow on the ground of the hall.

"Why don't you seek justice? What's the point of coming here to cry to me?" Emperor Donghua frowned slightly. He originally thought it was just an ordinary small conflict, but he never thought it would be such a serious matter of killing and stealing treasures.

"Your Majesty, I originally wanted to go to the peach forest to ask for an audience with Supreme God Zheyan, but Supreme God Zheyan closed the peach forest. Now I can't contact my ancestor no matter what I try. I also asked the King of Medicine to go for treatment, but the King of Medicine was also powerless. After much thought, I estimate that only the superb medical skills of Supreme God Zheyan can save my grandson's life." King Yao Ling's face was full of sadness, and his voice was filled with endless despair and helplessness.

"What does Qingqiu say?" Emperor Donghua continued to ask with a deep look in his eyes.

“I have already asked my good-for-nothing son to lead the troops to Qingqiu, but I know in my heart that this matter will not be resolved without the help of the Emperor. I came to Taichen Palace, and my heart and eyes only want to ask the Emperor to save my poor grandson. He is the hope of our Peacock Clan's future, and our Peacock Clan will count on him in the future.” King Yao Ling burst into tears, and his body trembled with sobs.

"Bring the person to the Huan Temple, let me see him." Emperor Donghua spoke calmly, but deep in his eyes, when he thought of this matter being related to Qingqiu, a trace of uncontrollable anger flashed. In this world, all matters should follow the rules, how can such acts of bullying the weak and killing people for treasures be allowed to happen at will.

"Thank you, Emperor!" King Yao Ling was grateful and kowtowed heavily. There was a faint red mark where his forehead touched the ground. Then, he stood up and hurried out, wanting to bring his poor grandson Xing Huan in personally. Chonglin, who has always been quick-witted, immediately flashed and quickly ordered the people of the Peacock Clan to escort King Yao Ling's grandson Xing Huan to the Huan Temple when he heard the order from Emperor Donghua. He knew that since the Emperor had agreed to check, the matter had taken a turn for the better, so he did not dare to slack off and made every effort to coordinate and arrange, hoping that Xing Huan could be treated as soon as possible, and that this storm could be properly resolved under the Emperor's wise judgment.