The Seven Princesses' Journey Across Time

Time passed minute by minute, and finally it was time for the burial. Two people lifted Zi'er's coffin and walked towards the cemetery. On the way, Zi'er felt as if she was in a dream, and everything became blurry.

The coffin was slowly lowered into the grave, and the soil gradually covered it. Zi'er prayed silently in her heart, hoping that everything would go smoothly.

After everyone left, Mianmian quickly gave her the elixir and carefully moved her out of the coffin. Looking at her still somewhat stiff body, Mianmian said softly, "Take your time. Once you can move freely, we need to find a place to practice."

Zi'er nodded after hearing this, but she was still confused. Thinking of the restrictions Mianmian had mentioned earlier, she couldn't help but ask curiously, "What are the restrictions of our world you mentioned?"

Mianmian patiently explained, "The restriction is that you can't use the things in your space, and you can't enter the space. In other words, your space in this world only has the function of storage. The medicine you just took is the only thing outside this world that can be used."

Zi'er didn't think much of it after hearing this. She wasn't planning on becoming emperor in this world, and she'd already been to two worlds. Even with the skills she'd learned, she should be able to survive in this one. Wasn't there the Medicine King Xin Baicao? The medical skills she'd learned from Zheyan hadn't been of much use in the last world. The same thing happened with winemaking. Not only was she incredibly busy in the last world, she'd barely drunk to avoid any downtime. In this world, she could use it, but with her small body, she probably wouldn't be able to drink for another decade or so.

Besides, this is a martial arts world, where strength is still respected. Thinking of this, Zi'er said excitedly, "But then again, I wonder if I can learn the skills of Li Changsheng in this world. I heard he can live for eight thousand years!"

Mian Mian attacked, "The Dachun technique he practices requires the use of special medicinal stones, and it allows him to rejuvenate once every thirty years, repeating this cycle. However, this technique is extremely special and can only be practiced through the use of specific medicinal stones. It also has some flaws, such as the complete loss of power on the first day of rejuvenation. And you don't have the necessary materials, nor is there any need to do so. After all, after you die in this world, you will travel to the next world, so there's no need to stay here for too long."

Seeing her look of pity, he comforted her, "Have you forgotten? This world allows cultivation! From the initial stage of Qi training to the Great Perfection, a person's lifespan is between 150 and 300 years; from the initial stage of foundation building to the Great Perfection, the lifespan is between 350 and 600 years; when cultivating to the initial stage of Golden Core to the Great Perfection, the lifespan can reach 700 to 1000 years. As long as you break through the Nascent Soul stage, you can live to 1300 years!"

Zi'er looked at Mianmian with curiosity in her eyes and said, "I just think that the technique is very interesting. After thirty years, I feel younger again." The corners of her mouth rose slightly, as if she felt very novel and excited about this change.

Mianmian blinked her dark circles and responded, "Wouldn't it be more interesting if you could stay young forever?"

Zi'er nodded, a hint of cunning in her eyes, and said, "Okay, in this world I plan to be a gentle person." Her tone was soft and gentle, as if she had begun to integrate into the identity of her new role.

Mianmian frowned and asked in confusion: "Don't you think this change is too big? In the last world, you were a ruthless and murderous king, but in this world you are as gentle as water?" She looked at Zi'er with suspicion, trying to understand her decision.

Zi'er smiled helplessly and explained, "What's wrong with that? Every world is a new experience. I want to try different personalities and lifestyles." Her eyes were full of confidence and expectation. She believed that she could adapt to and enjoy the challenges brought by this new world.

Mianmian was silent for a while, then said thoughtfully: "Yes, every world has its own uniqueness, and we should face it with an open mind. So now, where are we going?" She looked up into the distance with confusion in her eyes.

Zi'er frowned and said distressedly: "Although I can practice on my own, I am only four years old after all. I can't take care of myself. Moreover, it is a bit too difficult for me to cook in my current state." There was a hint of helplessness and frustration in her voice.

Mianmian thought for a while and suggested: "Why don't we go to Wangcheng Mountain! There is plenty of spiritual energy there, which is very suitable for cultivation! Moreover, the atmosphere there is very good, and it is far away from the court, which is just what you want!" Her voice was full of affirmation and confidence, as if she was completely sure of this choice.

Zi'er was surprised when she heard this and asked, "Isn't Wangcheng Mountain the sect where Wang Yihang was taught in the original story?"

Mianmian smiled and replied, "Yes, but there will be a rare genius named Zhao Yuzhen here, but he hasn't been born yet."

Zi'er nodded thoughtfully and continued, "That's true. There are still thirty-four years until the story begins. According to the plot, my brother will be forty years old by then, and he's only six now. That means there are still eighteen years before the male protagonist, Baili Dongjun, is born."

Mianmian hurriedly urged, "So, you should find a quiet place to practice well." Zi'er nodded in agreement. So, she made up her mind to go to Wangcheng Mountain to take a look and find a cheap master to support herself.

Aside from eating, sleeping, and absorbing the purple energy in the mornings, she was on the road. After a long trek, she finally arrived at the foot of Wangcheng Mountain. Here, the mountains and rivers were picturesque, the trees were lush, and the air was fresh. It felt like she was in a secluded fairyland. Zi'er took a deep breath, feeling the beauty of nature.

She smiled and said, "This place is really nice, perfect for cultivation." Mianmian nodded in agreement, "Yes, it's truly beautiful here." She climbed up the mountain path and soon reached the summit of Wangcheng Mountain. There, she finally saw a Taoist temple. A rich spiritual energy permeated the surrounding area, clearly an ideal place for cultivation.

At that moment, in a quiet room within the Taoist temple, an old Taoist priest, dressed in Taoist robes and bearing the air of an immortal, was meditating with his eyes closed. Suddenly, he opened his eyes, a look of surprise on his face. He sensed a distinguished visitor had arrived at Wangcheng Mountain, so he hurried out of the room to greet him.