The Emperor's Favorite: The Useless and Crazy Concubine Who Conquers the World

The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves and fell onto the quiet courtyard where they were, adding a touch of warm glow to this place of cultivation.

Yun Mengyao has a graceful figure, and her light blue dress flutters slightly in the wind.

A determined light gleamed in her eyes, a desire and pursuit for greater strength. She sat cross-legged, forming seals with her hands, guiding the surrounding spiritual energy to slowly flow into her body.

Every bit of spiritual energy that entered made her body feel warm, as if she was being baptized by the power of nature.

Yun Mengyao knows that in this challenging world, only by constantly improving her own strength can she protect the people she cherishes.

Lin Wan'er was dressed in a pink outfit, looking heroic.

She danced gracefully in the courtyard, sword in hand. The sword's shadows flickered like silver lightning, cutting through the air and emitting bursts of whistling sounds.

Lin Wan'er's swordsmanship was agile and sharp, each stroke imbued with power and beauty. Her eyes were focused and resolute, as if she were conversing with the sword in her hand, sensing its soul.

Only through constant practice and honing can one improve his swordsmanship and become a true strong man.

As time went by, Yun Mengyao and Lin Wan'er practiced more diligently.

They get up early every morning and start practicing with the first ray of sunshine, and only stop their tired steps when night falls and the stars twinkle.

During the practice, they encountered many difficulties and challenges, but they never gave up and always believed that as long as they persevered, they would be able to break through themselves and reach a higher level.

One day, Yun Mengyao suddenly felt a powerful force fluctuation during her cultivation.

She opened her eyes and found that her body was surrounded by a faint light.

This light was mysterious and powerful, surprising and exciting her. Yun Mengyao knew that this was the result of her practice, and her strength had made a new breakthrough.

She couldn't wait to share the good news with Lin Wan'er, so she got up and looked for Lin Wan'er.

At this moment, Lin Wan'er was practicing swordsmanship alone in a corner of the courtyard. Her swordsmanship became more and more proficient, and every swing of the sword was accompanied by a powerful momentum.

Yun Mengyao stood quietly by, looking at Lin Wan'er's figure, her heart filled with joy.

When Lin Wan'er stopped what she was doing, Yun Mengyao walked up to her and said with a smile, "Wan'er, I have good news to tell you.

I just felt a powerful wave of power during my training. My strength has made a new breakthrough. I have now reached the peak of the Spiritual Transformation Realm."

After hearing Yun Mengyao's words, Lin Wan'er's eyes showed surprise.

She was happy for Yun Mengyao and also encouraged.

"Mengyao, that's great! Your efforts have finally paid off. I also need to work hard and not fall behind you." Lin Wan'er said.

At the same time, Qisha Pavilion.

Under Yingyue's leadership, Qisha Pavilion was like a giant ship, breaking through the waves of the rivers and lakes.

The Qisha Pavilion is like a rising dark star, its power is growing stronger and stronger, which is frightening.

The main hall of the Seven Evils Pavilion, which was originally a bit low-key, is now crowded with people, and powerful people from all sides come to join.

Tall buildings rise from the ground, and black flags flutter in the wind, as if declaring its majesty and inviolability to the world.

Between the pavilions, guards in black uniforms patrolled back and forth. They had sharp eyes, steady steps, and exuded a heart-pounding murderous aura.

In the Jianghu, branches of the Seven Evils Pavilion have sprung up like mushrooms after rain. Each branch occupies a strategic location and controls important resource channels.

Caravans traveled back and forth under the protection of the Seven Evils Pavilion, bringing endless wealth. This wealth further strengthened the Seven Evils Pavilion's power, allowing its influence to spread like ripples.

The disciples of the Seven Evils Pavilion were even more high-spirited. They traveled around the world, and wherever they went, people looked at them with sidelong glances.

These disciples are well-trained and powerful. Whether fighting alone or in groups, they have demonstrated amazing combat effectiveness.

Their names spread quickly in the world, and they became people whom people both feared and admired.

In the struggles between the major powers, the Seven Evils Pavilion often intervenes with a strong presence. They are ruthless, decisive, and merciless in suppressing their opponents.

For a time, other forces, under the pressure of the Seven Evils Pavilion, restrained their attacks and dared not to confront it easily.

As its influence continued to expand, the Qisha Pavilion began to get involved in more areas.

Lan Yunyan had also heard about the power of the Seven Evils Pavilion, and she couldn't help but smile with relief. That smile contained both recognition of Yingyue's abilities and anticipation for the upcoming challenges.

There was a glint of wisdom in her eyes, as if she had seen how Yingyue had marched step by step in the Seven Evils Pavilion, paving a path to the top for the Purple Moon Empire.

"Yingyue, well done." Lan Yunyan said softly, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness in her voice.

As her right-hand man, Yingyue is not only skilled in martial arts, but also possesses an extremely intelligent mind.

She gently stroked the teacup in her hand, and the aroma of tea rose up, blending with the night outside the window.

The moonlight shone through the window lattice onto her face, reflecting a hint of melancholy and determination.

"It's time to return to the Purple Moon Empire." Lan Yunyan stood up.

Her figure looked particularly tall in the moonlight.

So, on the moonlit night, Lan Yunyan bid farewell to the mysterious man in black robe and the wise and profound sage.

The man in black robe stood in the night, like a silent statue, his face hidden by the shadow of his cloak, revealing only a pair of eyes as deep as the abyss.

He nodded slightly, as if blessing Lan Yunyan.

The wise man stood by with a smile, his eyes shining with wisdom, as if he had seen through the fog of the future.

She turned around and set out on the road back to the Purple Moon Empire. The road seemed particularly long and mysterious in the night.

The scenery along the way looked particularly beautiful under the moonlight, but Lan Yunyan had no intention of appreciating it.