I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

Shen Ming stood still, his expression indifferent, and gently raised his finger.

A dark gray power of reincarnation emanated from his fingertips.

It struck the fairy Wanwan silently, spreading like ripples.

It was a Saint Realm expert who made the move; right in front of Wanwan, she didn't even have time to react.

Wanwan was confused and did not see the faint, almost imperceptible lines that had appeared between her eyebrows and eyes.

The lines spread rapidly, her skin lost its luster, and her black hair turned pale in an instant, as if time had accelerated a thousand years on her.

Wanwan's eyes were filled with terror as she reached out and touched her cheek.

She touched a cold, wrinkled area, a sensation that made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

She had always been proud of her beauty, but at this moment, her celestial appearance resembled a withered flower.

"Shen Ming!"

Wanwan's voice trembled, filled with helplessness and anger as she tried to fight back.

This was the power of the Holy Realm, and she was powerless against it.

"Don't test my patience. Know your place," Shen Ming said.

This fairy attracts attention wherever she goes, to the point that she doesn't realize she's a prisoner. Shen Ming wants to make her understand this.

"I was wrong, please let me turn back." Wanwan pleaded desperately, worried that if too much time passed, the process would become irreversible.

However, even if Shen Ming does nothing, this process will not last long.

The power of reincarnation he possesses will not actually deprive a person of their lifespan.

At the last second, Shen Ming feigned mystery, flicked his sleeve, and withdrew the power of reincarnation that was nearing its limit.

Wanwan's aged face gradually regained its vitality, the deep wrinkles faded, and her withered black hair regained its luster.

In just a moment, she transformed once again into that peerless beauty, as if she had been banished to heaven.

Wanwan touched her face, feeling her skin regain its jade-like smoothness and elasticity, and felt a great sense of relief.

“I’m not lying to you. The Primordial Immortal Scripture is a closely guarded secret of my Immortal Palace. Just writing it down will trigger the threads of fate. Even if you only glance at it once or twice, the Immortal Palace will fight you to the death,” Wanwan said.

“You made a deal with me in the Sea of ​​Reincarnation without revealing these things; that’s your fault,” Shen Ming said.

Wanwan blinked. Was this a question of right or wrong?

When the Celestial Palace comes to punish us, they won't care about the details.

"If that's the case, then I'll write it!"

Wanwan found a blank jade slip and copied the first part of the "Original Immortal Scripture" that she had mastered into it.

Sure enough, just a few words appeared, and somehow a taboo was violated.

On the jade slip, thin lines appeared, extending towards the sky, as if some powerful being was sensing this area.

“The Thread of Fate is a defensive measure of the Immortal Palace, and it is beyond my control,” Wanwan said.

Shen Ming pondered for a moment, then placed his hand on the jade slip and used his earth-shattering technique to say, "What you are writing now is not the Primordial Immortal Scripture, but the Mind-Enlightening Mantra."

Wanwan was confused; wasn't this just burying her head in the sand?

The next second, something miraculous happened: the thread of fate on the jade slip disappeared.

The contents of the original immortal scriptures continued to appear on the jade slips.

"..."

Wanwan was stunned; what incredible power this was!

Is this the magic of being number one on the list of gods?!

Like Mo Yuan and the others, Wanwan connected all of this with the number one spot on the list of gods and immediately found it reasonable.

Finally, Shen Ming obtained the first part of the Original Immortal Scripture.

"The middle part will be written when I enter the Saint Realm, and the next part will be written when I cultivate in the Upper Realm."

Wanwan said, "The Primordial Immortal Scripture is used to comprehend the mysteries of immortal beings. As long as you don't reveal it yourself, others won't find out. I can help you keep it a secret from the Immortal Palace."

"Help me? You're just afraid the Immortal Palace will hold you accountable for leaking the Immortal Scriptures, aren't you?" Shen Ming said coldly.

Wanwan did not deny it; she reacted to this immediately.

"Fine, I'll keep this secret for the rest of my life."

Shen Ming said, "Speed ​​up your progress to break through the realm, and then I'll come to you for the middle and final chapters."

"..."

Wanwan had never been manipulated like this before.

However, she sensed another meaning in those words.

I can really leave; Shen Ming won't kill me to cover it up.

Everything has its good and bad sides; we can't just look at the bad side.

"All that happened before is just a passing cloud. Let's go with what the outside world says. I support you as the Holy Emperor. You can come to me for the middle and lower parts of the story in the future, no problem," Wanwan said.

Shen Ming was somewhat surprised; this woman was indeed decisive.

She's smart, but too calculating; she's not a suitable partner.

"Fine, get out of here." Shen Ming waved his hand and opened the passage to the Great Luo Palace.

"Okay."

Wanwan smiled sweetly and left the Daluo Palace directly.

As soon as she went out, she ran into the Supreme Elder of the Patching Heaven Sect.

She smiled gently, said nothing, and drifted away.

"How did Wanwan from the Immortal Palace get out of there?"

The three elders looked at each other, then couldn't help but sigh, "Young people really know how to have fun."

At the Daluo Palace, Shen Ming arrived near the dojo, next to the pool where he had previously bathed.

Mist filled the air around the hot spring, and the rising steam enveloped everything in a hazy mist.

Shen Ming's gaze swept across the area, and he only saw a few pieces of underwear, with white gauze hanging down and swaying slightly in the wind.

However, there was no one in the pool.

“Miaozhen…”

Just as he was about to turn around, a soft laugh suddenly came from behind him, clear and melodious like a silver bell, with a mischievous tone.

Before he could turn around, a pair of soft hands gently pushed him from behind.

Shen Ming cooperated perfectly and landed in the pool at just the right moment.

When he resurfaced, he saw Li Miaozhen walking down into the pool. She had a smile on her face, her black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her unadorned face was like the morning dew, exuding an indescribable liveliness and charm.

"I didn't expect you to have such a playful side," Shen Ming said with a light laugh.

"Don't you like it when someone helps you bathe? I even spent a long time learning how to do it."

Shen Ming's eyes lit up; he hadn't expected to receive such treatment.

Li Miaozhen smiled sweetly, and a bath sponge appeared in her hand.

Ok?

Shen Ming's gaze sharpened, and he vaguely sensed that this piece of cloth was not simple.

Looking at Miaozhen's smile again, there was a hint of danger in it.

"Miaozhen, where did you get this?" Shen Ming's tone remained unchanged, but his voice already carried a hint of vigilance.

“It’s just a regular bath towel. What, even the Holy Emperor is afraid of pain?” Li Miaozhen answered while pretending to be serious, secretly suppressing a laugh.

With a gentle wave of his hand, Shen Ming's clothes vanished.

Immediately afterwards, the bath scrub cloth was placed on Shen Ming's body.

Shen Ming grimaced, even with his Ancient Sacred Body, he was finding it hard to take it.

“The Heart-Grinding Cloth is something I specially found. It won’t cause any real harm, but it will allow people to achieve a mental breakthrough while suffering,” Li Miaozhen said.

"I have a strong will, I don't need it."

As he spoke, Shen Ming made his escape.

Li Miaozhen grabbed him with one hand and said, "Why are you running? Don't you like taking baths?"

"So you're still angry about the fairy serving you during your bath, huh?" Shen Ming said, both amused and exasperated.

"What girl doesn't care about these things?" Li Miaozhen said quietly, but her strength was still relentless.

Shen Ming decided not to run away and instead hugged her.

Li Miaozhen exclaimed in surprise, and the next second, the pool water splashed, creating quite a scene.