When my vicious stepmother mistakenly married me to the Immortal Lord

At night, the courtyard is quiet, the moonlight is like water, the fragrance is floating in the air, and the sparse shadows of plum trees sway gently, reflected on the bluestone path, adding a bit of mystery and elegance.

Xiuyun prepared hot water and pajamas for Jiang Song, and helped her bathe and change clothes as usual.

Xiuyun is Jiang Song's only maid. She is about the same age as Cui Qiuyun. She was an orphan bought from a human trafficker when Cui Qiuyun was still on the farm. She grew up with Jiang Song and they have a special relationship.

Seeing that Jiang Song's temperament changed drastically after she fell into the water, although he was surprised, he just thought that the young lady had experienced life and death and had changed her character, so he needed to take good care of her.

"Young Madam, is the water temperature suitable?" Xiuyun asked with concern while watering Jiang Song.

Jiang Song closed his eyes and rested, feeling the warm water flowing over his skin, taking away the day's fatigue. He nodded gently, "Yeah, just right."

After taking a bath and changing into clean pajamas, Jiang Song sat in front of the bronze mirror and let Xiuyun dry her long hair.

"Young Madam, please go to bed early. Don't be late when you pay your respects to Madam tomorrow."

"Don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion."

In wealthy families, waking up at the right time every morning and evening was an essential rule. Jiang Song had just arrived at the Xie residence, so he had to be more cautious to avoid giving rise to gossip.

After Xiuyun packed up and left, Jiang Song lay on the bed, tossing and turning, but no sign of sleep came to him.

It wasn't because she was bothered by any trivial matters, but the contents of the "Washing Marrow Sutra" were deeply imprinted in her mind, making her want to get up and practice.

Xie Changyan was recuperating in Yunyin Pavilion, so only she and Xiuyun lived in Xunmeiju, so they were not afraid of being disturbed when practicing late at night.

Thinking of this, Jiang Song simply put on his clothes, got out of bed, sat cross-legged on the soft couch under the window, and began to practice according to the mantras in the "Xisui Jing".

"Concentrate your mind and calm your spirit, embrace the Yuan and keep the One..." Jiang Song muttered to himself, slowly closed his eyes, and felt the fluctuations of spiritual energy around him.

At first, she only felt chaos all around her, and no matter how hard she tried, she could hardly capture the free spiritual energy.

"Nonsense! How can cultivation be so easy? I was too impatient and took things for granted." Jiang Song couldn't help but feel discouraged and complained to himself.

Even though Jiang Song had the experience of time travel and knew that there were many mysteries in this world, when he was actually there, he found that he was still too small and too ignorant.

She was neither born with immortal bones nor had any inheritance from a master. It was undoubtedly a foolish dream for her to want to reach the sky in one step with just a book called "Washing Marrow Sutra" of unknown origin.

Just when she was about to give up, she suddenly felt a warmth between her eyebrows, and a warm current slowly flowed down from the top of her head. All her limbs and bones stretched out under the nourishment of this warm current.

"What's going on?" Jiang Song was shocked, and then he understood that this was probably the state described in the "Xisui Jing" as "the mind is clear and bright, and the divine spring gushes out."

She did not dare to delay and immediately followed the methods in the scriptures to guide the warm current through her meridians.

"One Zhoutian, two Zhoutian..." Jiang Song counted silently in his heart, and felt that his body was getting lighter and lighter, as if it was about to float up.

Gradually, the turbid air in the body was discharged bit by bit, replaced by an unprecedented sense of freshness and comfort.

The warm current that was originally faintly visible in her spiritual center now gathered into a gurgling spring, constantly washing her meridians and nourishing her soul.

He didn't realize how long the cultivation was. When Jiang Song opened his eyes, the sky outside the window was already bright.

She stretched her muscles and felt full of strength, and even her five senses became much sharper.

"Is this the benefit of practicing?" Jiang Song was secretly amazed, feeling indescribably surprised.

According to the "Xisui Jing," spiritual roots are the foundation of cultivation, serving as a bridge connecting the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Only with spiritual roots can one truly embark on the path of cultivation and explore the endless mysteries and immortality.

"So, I do have spiritual roots?" Jiang Song stroked his eyebrows, where there seemed to still be the warmth from last night's warm current.

Although she didn't know the quality of her spiritual roots, the fact that she was able to break through the early stage of Qi Refining overnight and step into the threshold of a cultivator was enough to show that her qualifications were not too bad.

Since there are cultivators in this world, there must be no shortage of tools or methods to test spiritual roots.

All you need to do is find an opportunity and find a way to go out and carefully inquire a few things, and you will know what your spiritual root talent is.

Jiang Song was in a very good mood, and even the plum blossoms outside the window seemed more beautiful than yesterday.

"Madam, you're awake." Xiuyun pushed the door open and walked in, holding a basin of hot water for washing your face. "I'll help you wash up."

Jiang Song nodded, stood up and walked to the bronze mirror and sat down.

After a night of practice, she was not only refreshed, but also looked much better. Her fair skin was faintly flushed, like a newly blooming peach blossom.

"Young Madam looks so beautiful today." Xiuyun praised sincerely while combing Jiang Song's hair.

"Maybe it's because I slept well last night." Jiang Song smiled faintly and responded simply.

After all, Xiuyun was just an ordinary maid. These things were too mysterious to her. Explanations were useless and would only increase her confusion.

Besides, the original owner died because he showed his edge too early. Jiang Song decided to be more cautious in this life and not rush to show his changes, especially before he had enough ability to protect himself.

After washing up, Jiang Song changed his clothes elegantly and prepared to go to the main hall to pay his respects to Madam Xie, but he ran into Xie Ruyi in the courtyard.

"Young Madam, are you going to Yongshou Hall?" He was holding a gift list in his hand.

"Well, I was just about to go and pay my respects to the Madam." Jiang Song nodded slightly, his eyes casually sweeping over the gift list in Xie Ruyi's hand, secretly guessing her purpose in his heart.

"Yesterday, Madam Chu went to the Chu residence and said she would stay for a few days. She asked me to tell you that you can skip the greetings today. Also, the gifts for tomorrow's return visit have been prepared. Please review this gift list to see if it is suitable."

Xie Ruyi said this and handed the gift list in her hand to Jiang Song.

Jiang Song's mother-in-law was named Chu Jinghonglan. She was the legitimate daughter of the Minister of Personnel. The Chu family was a well-known and prestigious family in the imperial capital.

But she had just said she had caught a cold yesterday, so why was she suddenly back at her parents' house? Was she really that reluctant to see her new bride?

It was hard for Jiang Song not to think too much, but he remained calm on the surface. He took the gift list and looked through it carefully.

"Madam, the gifts are already in the warehouse. You and I can go take a look first. If there's anything wrong, we can replace them in time."

Xie Ruyi said that he was Xie Changyan's attendant and a careful and thoughtful housekeeper in the Xie Mansion. He knew the affairs of the mansion very well and handled them in an orderly manner.

Jiang Song gently closed the gift list and said, "Okay, then I'll have to trouble Ruyi to lead the way."