When my vicious stepmother mistakenly married me to the Immortal Lord

For several days in a row, Jiang Song recited the mantra but was unable to enter the Yunmiao Immortal Mansion smoothly. She couldn't help feeling frustrated.

"Could it be that I was too hasty when I came out last time and triggered some restriction in the Immortal Mansion?"

"Or perhaps, my fate with Senior Yun Miao has come to an end?"

"Or is it that my cultivation is insufficient and I am unable to open the door to the Immortal Mansion again?"

……

Jiang Song had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but he still couldn't figure it out.

She did not give up and tried several more times, but each time it seemed as if she was blocked by an invisible barrier and could not enter.

In desperation, she had to consider other places for practice for the time being.

Now that she no longer has a treasured place for cultivation like Yunmiao Immortal Mansion, she can only rely on drawing spirit gathering talismans to slowly improve her cultivation.

Fortunately, she was able to draw a second-level spirit-gathering talisman. Although its effect was not as good as the spiritual energy in the immortal palace, it was better than nothing.

Since sunlight has a positive effect on Jiang Song's cultivation, after finishing those chores during the day, she would find an excuse to avoid everyone and practice under the sun.

However, Jiang Song would recite the mantra to enter the Yunmiao Immortal Palace three times every day, hoping that one day he could re-enter that mysterious fairyland.

*

At the same time, at a very prestigious poetry meeting in the imperial capital, a poem that could be called a "masterpiece" came out of nowhere and quickly spread among the literati and poets in the imperial capital.

The poem has a profound artistic conception and concise language, but it contains endless charm that makes people unforgettable once they read it.

"What a good poem! What a good poem! Such a masterpiece should only exist in heaven, how often will it be heard in the world!"

"Yes, once this poem is published, who can compete with it? This poem will undoubtedly win first place in this year's poetry competition!"

"You're all ignorant, aren't you? This is the masterpiece of Shen Xuyan, the young master of the Shen family! Young Master Shen is incredibly talented, and this poem is his pinnacle. It's truly a masterpiece, breathtaking!"

"So it's Master Shen's work, no wonder it's so outstanding! Master Shen is truly a role model for our generation!"

……

People were talking about it and praising the poem highly. Some even regarded it as a classic and copied it.

Shen Xuyan, the eldest son of the second branch of the Shen family, also became famous because of this poem and became the most famous person for a time.

On the other hand, Shen's weaving factory has launched a new snow satin product. The embroidery on it is exquisite and auspicious, which quickly set off a craze in the aristocratic circle.

"Everyone, look, this is the Shen family's new snow satin. The embroidery and the feel are simply amazing!"

"Yes, the Shen family's weaving is indeed well-deserved of its reputation. This new snow satin product is likely to sell like crazy!"

"That's right. I heard that this embroidery was hand-embroidered by a top-notch embroiderer hired by the Shen family from Jiangnan at great expense. Every stitch and thread is filled with ingenuity."

"Really? That's a huge investment. But, this snow satin must be quite expensive, right?"

"Hehe, this is exclusive to us nobles. Common people probably can't even touch it."

……

For a time, the aristocratic circles all recognized that the embroidery pattern was an original creation of the Shen family, and they flocked to the new snow satin product, and were proud to own it.

The Shen family made a fortune from this, and Shen Xuyan also stole the limelight at the poetry meeting with his "masterpiece".

However, what they didn't know was that all this was just the calm before the storm.

Xie family, in the study.

Xie Changyu sorted out the intelligence he had recently gathered and handed it to Xie Jiangsong, "Sister-in-law, everything is ready. We just need to close the net."

Jiang Song took the information and read it carefully, with a cold glint in his eyes. "Very good, this time I will make the Shen family pay the price!"

"Sister-in-law, I know you don't want to come forward so soon, so let me come forward on behalf of the Xie family on the Queen Mother's birthday in three days!"

Xie Changyu knew that Jiang Song was in a difficult situation. There were too many enemies hiding in the dark who wanted to kill her. She could not and dared not show too much of her edge.

This is the responsibility that the Xie family should bear. As a man of the Xie family, he should share the worries of the family.

"Changyu, are you okay?" Jiang Song looked at the young man in front of him, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes.

"Of course. As long as I'm here, I won't let my sister-in-law take the lead. The responsibility of protecting the Xie family should be borne by me."

Don't worry, sister-in-law! I will protect the Xie family, and I will protect you too.

Xie Changyu did not say this out loud, but his determined eyes said it all.

"Alright, but we still need to make some preparations. You'll stay with me for a few days, and we'll refine the plan together to ensure it's foolproof."

Xie Changyu was excited, the corners of his mouth rose inadvertently, and he nodded vigorously.

For him, being able to work with his sister-in-law is an extremely happy thing.

*

On the afternoon of the eighth day when I was unable to enter the Yunmiao Immortal Mansion.

Jiang Song recited the incantation again. He didn't hold out much hope, but unexpectedly felt a faint fluctuation.

She was delighted. Could it be that the restrictions of the Immortal Palace had loosened?

She concentrated her energy and tried again, and the fluctuation became more obvious.

Jiang Song suppressed his inner excitement, slowly closed his eyes, and felt the mysterious power.

Gradually, she seemed to see a vague portal, which emitted a soft light and seemed to be calling her.

She took a deep breath and walked forward cautiously.

As she got closer, the portal became clearer and clearer, and the patterns on it gradually emerged.

Jiang Song stretched out her hand and gently touched the portal. A warm and familiar force came from the portal and instantly enveloped her.

She only felt her eyes light up, and when she opened her eyes again, she was already in the Yunmiao Immortal Palace.

A familiar aura came over her, and she quickly ran towards the pavilion, looking for the white figure.

"Senior Yun Miao!" Jiang Song shouted happily, his eyes searching the empty pavilion.

However, there was no one in the pavilion, only a breeze blowing, causing the gauze-like curtains to sway gently.

"Senior, are you there?" Jiang Song called out again, but the only response she got was silence all around.

Although she failed to see Yun Miao, she was already satisfied to be able to re-enter the Immortal Palace.

Jiang Song flew to the top of the back mountain on his sword, where he used the method taught by Yun Miao to practice the art of controlling thunder.

She closed her eyes and sensed the thunder energy around her, chanting a mantra. Gradually, dark clouds covered the sky and thunder roared.

Under her guidance, tiny bolts of lightning slowly fell into her two swords and were tamed and refined by her.

Jiang Song was concentrating, feeling the fusion of the power of thunder and lightning and the magic sword.

The time spent in cultivation always passed quickly. When the last trace of lightning was absorbed into the magic sword, the sky became clear again.

Not far away, a figure stood quietly, watching Jiang Song practice with a smile.

Jiang Song finished his training and felt the spiritual energy filling his body, which made him feel refreshed.

She suddenly sensed something and turned around abruptly, but saw only the empty top of the mountain behind her, with no one else except her.

Was it just an illusion?

Just as she was about to leave, a clear and melodious voice suddenly rang out in her ears, "Not bad, in such a short time, you have made some progress in mastering the art of controlling lightning."

Jiang Song suddenly looked up, surprise flashing in his eyes, "Senior Yun Miao! Is that you? You finally showed up!"

Yun Miao, dressed in white clothes as white as snow, slowly walked out of the void and landed in front of Jiang Song.

Jiang Song hugged the person tightly, as if he was afraid that it was just an illusion and would disappear if he let go.