The cat demon defies the heavens and is the emperor’s only beloved disciple!

Shuangyue followed closely behind Yun Che and lightly stepped out of the threshold of the solemn hall.

Yun Che stood in the open space outside the main hall, staring at the deep and vast sky, as if searching for some answer.

At this moment, Shuang Yue's soft and clear voice sounded quietly behind Yun Che: "Emperor, won't you go see her?"

There was a hint of concern and hesitation in her tone.

Yun Che didn't turn around, but continued to stare at the sky, responding irrelevantly, "She will get used to it."

His voice was firm and deep, as if he was full of confidence in something.

Shuang Yue paused for a moment after hearing this, then continued, "Then, Emperor, are you ready for the blood and essence needed to make the fertility pill?

Prepare more, as the pills are difficult to make."

Her tone was filled with concern and reminders for Yun Che.

Yun Che was slightly startled when he heard this, then turned around and pressed Shuang Yue's shoulders excitedly.

Her eyes sparkled with gratitude: "Shuang'er, thank you for reminding me. I actually forgot such an important thing!"

His palms were warm and strong, conveying an indescribable warmth through Frost Moon's thin gauze skirt.

Frost Moon felt the touch of Yun Che's hands for the first time, and a strange feeling surged in her heart.

She lowered her eyes and whispered, "The Emperor is really falling more and more for that cat. He even forgot such an important thing."

There was a hint of ridicule and helplessness in her voice.

Upon hearing this, Yun Che withdrew his hand from Shuang Yue's shoulder, patted his head lightly, and said with a smile, "Alas, I'm getting old, and my memory isn't as good as it used to be.

Forget it, I won’t practice it anymore.”

There was a hint of self-mockery and relief in his smile.

Shuang Yue looked at Yun Che and sighed softly, "Emperor, please be careful. That cat is too cunning.

Be careful, she doesn't really love you, she's just using you..."

Her tone was filled with concern and worry for Yun Che.

Yun Che heard those words, not only did he not get angry, but he slowly raised his head.

His eyes passed through the layers of clouds and mist and turned to the boundless blue sky, a relieved smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“Once you fall in love, there’s nothing you can do about it.

Even if she is using me, I accept it."

His voice was soft but it was firm and unquestionable.

When Shuangyue heard this, her heart trembled and her eyes instantly turned red. She lowered her head and tried hard to restrain the tears that were about to burst out.

Yun Che flicked his sleeves lightly, his tone filled with a hint of determination: "Shuangyue, I'm leaving.

Her safety is in your hands."

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already transformed into a golden dragon shining with golden light, soaring into the sky.

The golden dragon danced in the air and finally disappeared into the thick clouds, leaving only a faint golden light.

Frost Moon still looked up at the sky. Although the golden dragon had disappeared, her eyes were reluctant to move away for a long time.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she tried hard not to let them fall, muttering to herself, "Yun Che, I accept it.

I know your heart will never belong to me."

After saying that, she raised her sleeve, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, closed her eyes and concentrated, trying to pull herself away from the pain.

After a moment, she slowly opened her eyes, and her eyes had returned to their usual calmness and determination.

She walked into the main hall with light and graceful steps and came to the inner hall.

There is a statue of Laozi enshrined there, solemn and dignified.

Chen Xuan, Xu Wan, Mu Qing, Jiu Yang, Bai Yuan and others are all here.

Mu Qing was still kneeling on the soft kneeling cushion, his expression focused and pious, as if he was telling Laozi his wishes and prayers.

Chen Xuan saw Shuangyue walking into the inner hall. Her face was like frost frozen in winter, cold and aloof with a hint of inviolable arrogance.

Chen Xuan, on the other hand, had a kind face and his eyes revealed endless warmth and care.

He gently waved his hand, signaling Shuangyue to come sit down at the table beside him, and his tone was filled with a hint of urgency: "Shuangyue, has Yun Che left?"

Frost Moon nodded slightly, and a barely perceptible sadness flashed in her cold eyes.

Chen Xuan was so perceptive that he immediately caught the subtle change in Shuang Yue's mood. He gently patted Shuang Yue's shoulder.

His voice was filled with concern: "What have you been practicing together these past few days? Is Yun Che really attracted to you now?"

Frost Moon's face remained calm, as if all the turmoil in her heart had been deeply hidden by her.

She spoke slowly, her voice cold and calm: "In the past few days, I have competed with Emperor Zun in swordsmanship, and read books together in the library.

He played the piano and I danced, and we got along very well.

He is much more enthusiastic towards me now than before."

However, this statement was nothing but a lie carefully woven by Shimotsuki.

She was well aware of Chen Xuan's concern and expectations for Yun Che, and she understood even more the complicated feelings between Yun Che and Xu Wan.

The reason why she said this was just to prevent Chen Xuan from worrying, and to make Chen Xuan believe that Yun Che was indeed with her these days, and not secretly meeting with Xu Wan and having a passionate affair.

Shuangyue's heart is full of contradictions and struggles. She hopes that Yun Che can be happy, but she doesn't want to see Chen Xuan disappointed because of Yun Che's affair.

In this emotional entanglement, she chose silence and concealment.

He protects the forbidden love between the master and the disciple in his own way.

In front of the solemn and mysterious statue of Taishang Laojun, Mu Qing still knelt devoutly on the lotus cushion.

She clasped her hands together, her eyes closed, and her figure looked particularly tough in the flickering candlelight.

His eyes revealed endless anticipation and desire, as if he wanted to concentrate all his piety on this moment.

However, time passed quietly, and the statue of Taishang Laojun still stood there quietly, with no sign of appearing to accept her as his disciple.

But Mu Qing did not give up. She still knelt firmly, and the faith in her heart was like a burning candle, never extinguished.

True Man Jiuyang stood aside, watching the scene with deep eyes. He gently patted Bai Yuan beside him, signaling him to take Xu Wan to the main hall to meditate and practice.

Bai Yuan nodded slightly, then turned around and winked at Xu Wan.

Xu Wan understood and left the statue with Bai Yuan, walking towards the main hall.

The atmosphere in the hall was solemn and dignified.

Rows of dry Taoist priests sat neatly on mats, holding prayer beads in their hands, with the corners of their lips twitching slightly, as if they were silently chanting some mantra.

The air is filled with the faint scent of incense, which makes people feel peaceful involuntarily.

Bai Yuan called a Taoist boy and brought him a brand new cushion.

Xu Wan took the mat, glanced at the crowd, and finally chose to sit next to Xuan Qing.

Xu Wan's move made Bai Yuan slightly stunned. He didn't expect Xu Wan to make such a choice.

But soon, Bai Yuan regained his smile. He took out an ancient book "Meditation Mantra" from his arms and handed it to Xu Wan.

Xu Wan stood up and respectfully took the book with both hands, as if she had received some precious treasure.

She hugged the books tightly in her arms, bowed slightly, and said to Bai Yuan, "Thank you very much, Senior Brother."

Her voice was clear and melodious, full of gratitude.

Bai Yuan smiled and nodded, then walked towards the platform and sat down in the seat where True Man Jiuyang usually sat.

As the first disciple of Master Jiuyang, he holds a very important position.

At this moment, he was sitting on a high platform, his eyes scanning everyone in the hall, as if he was conveying some kind of power with his eyes.

The atmosphere in the hall was still solemn and dignified, and everyone was practicing silently.

Xu Wan sat beside Xuanqing, holding the "Meditation Mantra" in her hand, and began her journey of spiritual practice.

Mu Qing was still kneeling in front of the statue of Taishang Laojun. Her heart was filled with endless expectations and desires, waiting for that moment to come.