Dressing as Ziwei makes the Qing Dynasty more powerful

Fukang'an felt that his face, no, his whole body was about to burn.

How embarrassing! He thought to himself, wanting to leave, but afraid...

As time went on, Ziwei was surprised to find that she couldn't control the output of her spiritual energy. The wound was like a bottomless pit, never to be filled. Her body began to tremble, and her face grew paler.

At this time, Fu Kang'an finally noticed something was wrong. He looked at Ziwei nervously and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you? Why do you look so bad?"

He hesitated again and again, and finally reached out and held Ziwei's shoulders, and said anxiously: "Whatever you are doing, stop quickly, stop quickly." Ziwei shook her head with difficulty and said weakly: "It's too late... Take me to the woods, the deeper the better... By the way, stay away from that place just now." After that, her legs softened and she almost fell to the ground.

Fu Kang'an quickly hugged her and held her steady, his eyes filled with worry and confusion. But he knew now was not the time to question her, so he picked up Ziwei and quickly ran deep into the woods. Along the way, Ziwei's body grew weaker and weaker, and her breathing became increasingly weak. Fu Kang'an was extremely anxious and hurried his pace, hoping to find a safe place for Ziwei to rest as soon as possible.

The forest was already pitch black, and one couldn't see one's hand in front of one's face.

Fukang'an held Ziwei tightly and walked carefully, fearing that her body would be scratched by branches and thorns.

The rich spiritual energy of this forest did not disappoint Ziwei. After taking a few deep breaths, she said to him, "Fukang'an, put me down on the ground quickly. You sit down and rest for a while."

Fukang'an found a relatively flat place, gently put her down, and then sat opposite her.

Ziwei quickly sat cross-legged, completely ignoring Fukang'an's presence, and immediately began to practice the Qinglian Jue. The stone in Fukang'an's body was still constantly absorbing her spiritual energy, and she urgently needed to replenish her spiritual energy as soon as possible to recover.

Before long, a layer of green light began to radiate from her entire body, and even her hair was sparkling with green light, making her look exceptionally sacred and solemn.

Fu Kang'an stared wide-eyed at the astonishing scene before him in disbelief. Such a bizarre sight, so vividly presented before his eyes, left him utterly stunned. Although he had always upheld the principle of "a gentleman should not speak of strange things," what he witnessed was truly beyond his imagination and comprehension.

Time passed by minute by minute, Fukang'an did not dare to act rashly, Ziwei's hand was still covering his wound, and it had not moved for a long time.

It was not known how much time had passed, but Fukangan finally realized that there was something abnormal in his body, as if a strange power was surging from his dantian, and then traveling along the meridians of his whole body, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort wherever it passed.

Then, a technique called "Taixuan Immortal Swordsmanship" emerged in his mind. The homepage clearly stated that if this technique was cultivated to the Mahayana realm, it could destroy the heavens and the earth, overturn mountains and seas, and even allow one to ascend to heaven in broad daylight! Of course, cultivating this technique was no easy task. Since ancient times, no one had ever successfully practiced it.

At this moment, Fu Kang'an suddenly realized that the way to immortality actually existed in this world, and Ziwei was very likely a cultivator. In this way, all the seemingly outrageous and puzzling things before made sense.

At this moment, he could clearly feel Ziwei's hand on his wound, continuously inputting spiritual energy into his body.

These spiritual energies flowed slowly into his body along Ziwei's palm, like a clear spring, nourishing his injured body.

The spiritual energy of crape myrtle is very simple, without impurities of other attributes, and the tender green color is full of vitality. This should be the wood spiritual energy mentioned in the exercises, right?

With the continuous input of wood spiritual energy, the originally lifeless black stone in his body slowly regained its vitality.

It was like a seed, taking root and sprouting in his body.

Fukang'an felt a strange feeling surge in his heart, as if something was growing and growing stronger inside his body.

The black stone gradually turned into the shape of a sword. It was as black as ink and the sword body was flickering with a faint light.

Ancient runes are engraved on the hilt, and mysterious gems are inlaid on both sides of the sword, exuding a heart-pounding aura.

This sword is called [Taixuan Sword]. It is a powerful magic weapon that will continue to grow as Fu Kangan's cultivation level increases.

In the future, it will become Fu Kang'an's natal magic weapon, and will conquer the world with him.

Ziwei's complexion had improved a lot, but it looked like it would take some time for the symptoms to stop completely.

Since that’s the case, why not take this opportunity to practice well.

He sat cross-legged as instructed, closed his eyes, and began to practice.

He discovered that his body seemed to have a strong ability to absorb all kinds of spiritual energy, but the most concentrated spiritual energy in this forest was still wood spiritual energy.

So he also started to absorb the wood spiritual energy.

Ding Mansion.

Qianlong paced back and forth anxiously, looking outside the door from time to time.

The Queen and Yongji also looked outside the door with worried expressions.

"Sister Ziwei has been out all day, why hasn't she come back yet? Could she be in danger?"

After saying that, he yawned and even shed tears, which showed that he had stretched himself to the limit.

The queen held Yongji tightly in her arms and said softly, "Yongji, your sister Ziwei is not a mortal. She is like a fairy. Nothing will happen to her. If you don't go to bed obediently, your sister Ziwei will definitely punish you when she comes back!"

Qianlong, standing by, rubbed his brows, his tone tinged with fatigue. "Queen, why don't you send someone to look for her? I'm really worried..." He hadn't stayed up all night waiting like this for a long time. In two hours, it would be dawn.

The Queen shook her head slightly, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes. "No, if we go out to look for someone at this time, what will happen to Ziwei's reputation? Ziwei is not an ordinary person. We should trust her. Your Majesty, you should take Yongji to rest first. I will wait here for her to return."

Qianlong looked at the queen deeply, his heart full of emotion and heartache: "Xian'er, it's really hard for you." After that, he gently stroked the hairpin on the queen's head.

"Your Majesty, this is what I should do. You still have a lot of things to deal with tomorrow, so don't delay." The queen looked at Qianlong gently.

Qianlong nodded, picked up Yongji and left the room. Suddenly, the empress was alone in the room. She slowly took off her veil, picked up the cold tea on the table, took a sip, and quietly waited for Ziwei's return.