In his later years, he was backstabbed by his third wife, and he awakened the Wei Xiaobao system

Deep in the ancient realm of Liuyun, the cold pond is like a mirror, reflecting an illusory bright moon.

Han Yinyue was wearing a plain white long dress, kneeling on the bluestone by the pond, her fingertips gently stroking the jade pendant around her waist - that was the jade pendant that Li Qingfeng had tied for her on their wedding day.

The four characters "Green Wind Singing Moon" were still freshly engraved on the jade pendant, but now, amidst the fluctuations of spiritual energy, they emitted a faint golden light, like the thread of their intertwined destinies.

Ever since becoming a Taoist partner with Li Qingfeng, Han Yinyue has felt a fire burning in her heart.

The starry eyes meeting on the wedding night and the entanglement of black hair among the swaying red candles all turned into strands of inspiration during cultivation.

She had originally thought that love was a hindrance to her spiritual practice, but amidst the fireworks of the wedding chamber, she suddenly understood: There are three thousand great ways, so why worry about not being able to prove the truth through love?

“Buzz——”?

The water in the cold pond suddenly boiled, and thousands of bubbles carrying golden light shot up into the sky.

A Dao pattern appeared between Han Yinyue's eyebrows, and the past flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern: when they first met Li Qingfeng, he was covered in dust but his eyes were clear; during the sect trial, he took the claws of a third-level demon python to protect her; and that night under the moonlight, he held a bunch of wild chrysanthemums and clumsily confessed his love...?

“It turns out that the word love is not a burden, but a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water, a mirror that reflects our true heart.”

She whispered softly, her fingertips touching her brows. A wisp of light pink spiritual consciousness floated out from her mind, outlining Li Qingfeng's eyebrows and eyes in the void.

The moment his spiritual consciousness touched the jade pendant, the water in the pond exploded, transforming into a mist that condensed into a pair of entwined mandarin ducks, their wings flapping as they cast tiny sparks of spiritual light.

At the same time, Li Qingfeng, who was handling sect affairs, suddenly felt a warm feeling in his heart, and the wolf hair brush in his hand spread a blot of ink on the rice paper.

He gazed at the falling peach blossoms outside the window, and Han Yinyue's faint smile before her retreat flashed through his mind—she had said she was going to the ancient Liuyun Realm to seek the path to "Mirror Flower and Water Moon." Little did he know that right now, on his desk lay her unfinished embroidery sachet, with half a peach petal still tied to the end of the silk thread.

"Qingfeng..."

Li Qingfeng hurriedly tucked the brocade pouch into his sleeve. Looking up, he saw Ning Qingshuang entering the study, scented with tea. She was wearing a moon-white, wide-sleeved, flowing fairy dress. The shark silk sash at her waist swayed gently with her steps, reminiscent of the exiled fairy in a certain ancient painting he remembered.

"Master's wife!"

"Let me see you."

Ning Qingshuang looked at Li Qingfeng with a smile.

"Qingfeng, do you still remember that time when you sneaked out to the back mountain and were bitten by a wild dog, I applied the juice of spiritual plants to your face?"

Ning Qingshuang's fingertips brushed against the "Cloud Pattern Sword Technique" on the bookshelf, and her voice was filled with a hint of joking, "Now he has become a pillar of the sect who can stand on his own. This makes Master's wife a little dazed."

When she turned around, a strand of hair accidentally caught on the corner of the bookshelf.

Li Qingfeng reached out his hand to touch it as if possessed by a demon. When his fingertips touched the smooth texture, both of them were stunned.

Peach blossoms flew in from the window and landed in Ning Qingshuang's hair. His hand was suspended in mid-air, as if he had caught a cloud of spring mist.

"Master's Wife..."?

"You should call me Elder Ning." Ning Qingshuang took a half step back, and the peach blossoms in her hair fell on the desk, entangled with the silk thread of Han Yinyue's brocade bag.

"The invitation to the Seven Kingdoms Alliance has been delivered, and the Qin Kingdom's special envoy will arrive at 3:00 PM today."

As she turned to leave, the gust of wind from her wide sleeves lifted the scroll on the table, revealing Li Qingfeng's annotations from the previous night—he was pondering how to balance the allocation of resources among the various peaks. The handwriting was so strong that it could be seen through the paper, but at the end of a certain line, the writing suddenly shifted, forming a small blob of ink, which looked very much like the teardrop mole at the corner of Ning Qingshuang's eye.

......

At three quarters past three in the afternoon, in front of the Luoyun Sect's mountain gate.

Li Qingfeng was wearing a black robe as the leader of the sect, and the cloud patterns embroidered with gold thread shone coldly in the sunlight.

Behind him stood the elders, and before him were the chariots and horses of the six nations' envoys. The most eye-catching was the gilded chariot of the Great Qin, its wheels clad in fine iron and its curtains embroidered with the Sun-Swallowing Black Bird, exuding the aura of dominance.

"Luoyun Sect is indeed worthy of its reputation. The atmosphere of this mountain gate is much more magnificent than the sects in my Daheng Kingdom!"

Amidst a gruff laugh, a shirtless burly man rode out, the nine-ringed sword at his waist jingling with his movements. "I am Tuoba Lie, the third prince of the Daheng Kingdom. I have long heard of the great name of Sect Leader Li. I must learn a few moves from him someday!"

Before Li Qingfeng could reply, a plain white carriage slowly stopped. The curtains parted, revealing a pair of misty eyes. Princess Su Qinghe of the Great Chu delegation gently fanned herself, her lips hidden behind her lips as she smiled. "Prince Tuoba is so anxious. Are you afraid we won't be able to compete for Chu's spice business at the alliance?"

"Hmph, a woman's opinion!" Tuoba Lie slapped his saddle and shouted, his horse rearing up. "All affairs in the world should be decided by force—"

"Prince Tuoba is quite irritable." A voice as gentle as jade rang out from the gilded carriage. A young man in a moon-white brocade robe emerged from the curtains. A jade pendant at his waist bore the insignia of the Qin imperial family. "I am Lu Yunxiao, the crown prince of the Qin Empire. I hope to join you in this meeting to discuss peace."

He walked slowly to Li Qingfeng, his fingertips faintly tracing the cloud pattern on his robe: "I heard that Sect Master Li was newly married, but your wife is in seclusion here. Could it be..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a sharp sword energy. Great Elder Qi Yuanshan had already unsheathed his sword, the tip of the sword only three inches from Ying Wujiu's throat.

"Your Highness, please be careful with your words." Qi Yuanshan said in a cold voice, "How can we allow outsiders to make irresponsible comments on the Luoyun Sect's affairs?"

Lu Yunxiao raised his eyebrows and stepped back, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

......

Inside the hall, representatives from the six kingdoms took their seats according to their ranking. Wei's Prime Minister, Wang Zhongju, unfolded a painting titled "Seven Kingdoms Landscape Map" and pointed at the border of Yu.

"In recent years, demonic beasts have been causing trouble in the area bordering your country and our Great Wei. If we could open the Luoyun Sect's demon hunting ground..."

"No," Li Qingfeng flatly refused. "The Demon Hunting Ground is a secret place of the sect. How can we open it to the public at will?"

"Master Li, please don't keep me at a distance." The Grand Master of the Great Xuan Nation stroked his beard and chuckled, a copper bell tinkling between his fingers. "My Xuan Nation can provide a secret recipe for the Soul Gathering Pill in exchange for three years of use of the Monster Hunting Grounds. How do you do that?"

Before he could finish his words, the young princess of the Great Yan Kingdom, Mu Qingxue, suddenly slammed the table and stood up, unsheathing the dagger at her waist. "My Yan army is in need of demon cores to forge weapons. If you don't agree today, I will—"

"Princess, wait a minute!" Li Qingfeng raised his hand to press down on her knife-gripping hand, but felt a thin callus. "Yan State is located in the far north, and most of the monsters there are of ice-attribute. Most of the monsters in our sect's monster hunting grounds are of fire-attribute, which will not be of any benefit to your country's weapon forging. How about..."

He unfolded another "Monster Beast Distribution Map" and explained in detail the characteristics of monsters in each realm.

"Master, what you said is very true." Lu Yunxiao suddenly applauded. "But I have a suggestion - the seven countries can form a 'Mountain and River Alliance' and jointly control the monster hunting grounds, spiritual mines and other resources, with the Great Qin State..."

"Bang!"?

Suddenly, a sound of shattering tiles could be heard outside the hall. Li Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat as a dark figure burst through the window. It was the paper crane carrying the message from Dragon Suppression Valley. The moment the crane unfurled, a powerful pressure swept through the entire room, forcing the less advanced representatives from the six nations to their knees.

"Dragon Valley… Elder Long Ao will arrive in three days."

Li Qingfeng frowned after reading the golden words on the paper crane.

......

Three days later, Luoyun Sect's Golden Palace.

Li Qingfeng sat upright on the sect leader's throne, holding Han Yinyue's brocade bag tightly in his hand.

The representatives of the six countries below had different expressions.

Lu Yunxiao played with a black bird jade pendant, Tuoba Lie sharpened his blade, and Su Qinghe opened and closed his round fan three times faster than usual.

"Zhenlonggu finally found out," Wang Zhongju murmured softly.

......

"Zhenlonggu, Long Ao, and twenty-three of his disciples, seek an audience with Sect Master Luoyun."

The old voice was like a morning bell, extinguishing all the candles in the hall.

The moment Long Ao stepped over the threshold, Li Qingfeng felt as if a mountain was pressing down on his shoulders, and his knees were almost touching the ground.

Everyone present was shocked and showed hostility.

Lu Yunxiao suddenly stood up and said, "Elder Long Ao, since you know that the alliance of the seven nations is a matter of great importance to the world, why are you interfering?"

"How dare you, brat!" The disciple behind Long Ao shouted angrily, and the spiritual power at his fingertips condensed into a blade.

Li Qingfeng only felt a flash before his eyes, and Lu Yunxiao was pressed against the wall by an invisible force, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

But Long Ao chuckled and said, "You don't know your own limitations."