Infiltrating the world of cultivation

When you first hear it, you don't know what the song is about, but after listening to it again, you are already in the song.

The dynasty whispered, overwhelmed with melancholy and filled with endless emotions.

"Young master, you must be from out of town."

Beside the dynasty, a middle-aged man in a brocade hat and sable coat, with a large belly, noticed that the dynasty was getting a little too into the role, so he asked softly.

How did you figure that out?

Wang Chao was somewhat surprised. He sat there upright, neither talking nonsense nor looking around randomly. How did this person judge that he came from out of town?

"When I first saw Atao, I was also amazed by her beauty. How could there be such an elegant and refined woman in the world? For a moment, I had the idea that I would marry no one but her."

I'm not afraid to admit it, but it wasn't just me; many people have had this thought, but after learning about her background, many hesitated.

The middle-aged fat man's tone was somewhat somber, as if he were extremely regretful.

"Is she from a prominent family, someone ordinary people can't even dream of marrying into?"

Wang Chao guessed so, after all, this A Tao was very likely a master of innate skill, how could an ordinary family afford to support her?

"These are all secondary issues. The root of the problem lies in the fact that she was someone close to the late emperor."

The middle-aged, overweight man spoke haltingly, seemingly implying something.

"Could she be one of the late emperor's concubines?"

Wang Chao suddenly realized that women of this era valued their reputation the most. If he were the late emperor's concubine, it would be somewhat understandable.

But how could the late emperor's concubines have fallen into such a place of romance and debauchery?

"No, besides the concubines, palace maids, and guards, what else did the late emperor have around him?"

The middle-aged fat man seemed to be somewhat hesitant, and instead of speaking directly, he was guiding Wang Chao to think about it.

The dynasty was baffled. "Why don't you just tell me directly? Why beat around the bush? Is there something you can't say directly?"

Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Wang Chao's eyes widened.

"Could she actually be a man?"

Wang Chao lowered his voice, but he still couldn't hide his shock. How could such a beautiful woman be a cultivator?

"Shh! Ah Tao's cultivation is profound. Don't let her hear you. If you displease her, she won't even need to lift a finger. Her supporters alone could make sure you don't see the sun tomorrow!"

The middle-aged fat man was startled and looked around in a panic, afraid that someone would hear him.

Ah Tao's identity is sensitive, which is why he repeatedly gave vague answers.

Wang Chao remained silent. Ah Tao must have been under a lot of pressure.

"Does she have someone she cares about?"

"Yes, the Third Prince! They were in love, but the late emperor did not tolerate them. There are rumors that the late emperor was killed by the Third Prince."

The middle-aged fat man said in a low voice, clearly knowing some secret information.

Wang Chao remained silent, watching the woman playing the zither on the stage, a woman of unparalleled beauty.

She must be intolerable to the world, right? Those Confucian scholars must be vying to criticize her in words and deeds, right?

Back on Earth, people like these wouldn't dare openly declare their love, let alone in the feudal state of Wei.

Love is actually a very pure thing; it is the attitude of one soul toward another, not the reaction of one organ to another.

Atao and the Third Prince's love is like the two poles of a magnet, repelling each other. If they want to be together, they will have to put in a lot more effort to embrace each other.

They cannot afford to relax; even a second of slackness will push the other side far away.

"Since the late emperor has passed away, why weren't they together?"

The late emperor was the biggest obstacle between them. Now that the late emperor has passed away, they should be together by now.

"Back then, the Third Prince couldn't withstand the pressure from the late Emperor and abandoned A Tao. Now, how difficult it is for him to come back."

The third prince was originally indifferent to worldly affairs, but now, his desire to seize the throne is probably also for Atao's sake.

The middle-aged man sighed. He did not discriminate against the two, because the Third Prince had done what many people had wanted to do but no longer wanted to do.

Perhaps, among the crowd who were initially captivated, only the Third Prince was truly in love?

Suddenly, the dynasty realized that pure emotions were already rare, so why should gender matter?

Some people break up because of money, some miss out on their loved ones because of a single argument, and some miss out on their youthful exuberance because they are unwilling to wait.

But why not give him another chance? The power of love can sometimes transcend limits.

If time could turn back, and you knew there would be no future, would you still love him again?

If you had even a one in a thousand chance, even if it meant being shattered to pieces, would you still try to save it?

If you can't even remain friends after saying it, do you still have the courage to go and ask?

In our youthful arrogance, how could we believe that there were dreams we could never have?

The dynasty secretly promised that if Li Hu became emperor, he would spare the life of the third prince.

Two people who love each other should not miss each other because of one mistake, because what you miss is not just a person, but all the ties that will last a lifetime.

The dynasty lost the leisure to remain seated, rose and left the building. In the capital, it was snowing heavily again.

Walking alone on the ancient roads of the capital, the bluestone slabs stretch all the way to a place that seems to stretch into the distance.

Thoughts drifted, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

In college, Wang Chao fell in love with a girl who was a little chubby and liked to act cute. She had big eyes, very long eyelashes, and two small tiger teeth.

She's a bit lazy, a bit of a bed-lover, likes to eat meat, and keeps all her sadness to herself.

At that time, Wang Chao was young and impetuous, and did not understand the girl's delicate feelings. He did many wrong things and hurt the girl's heart. They were happy and sad, but in the end, they did not end up together.

If given the chance, Wang Chao would want to return to the place where they first met, even if it meant being shattered to pieces, he would start over. He didn't want to be so naive, so arrogant, so petty anymore. But in this world, there are no "what ifs."

He didn't witness the story of A Tao and the Third Prince firsthand, but that unforgettable love could be heard through the music, even across ten round tables.

If there were no longing, how could there be such heart-wrenching emotions? Since you cannot bring yourselves to it, then let me do it.

I've already missed out on you all; we shouldn't have missed each other.

Snowflakes fluttered down, a gentle breeze blew, the air was chilly, and the wind ruffled the surface.

Walking through the snow-covered capital, Wang Chao felt an unprecedented sense of peace and clarity within him; as far as the eye could see, the snowflakes seemed to stand still in the air.

Everything in the world seemed frozen in time; this scene felt strangely familiar.

Back then, when I fought Zhang Quan, I was in that same state of mind, which allowed me to dodge that fatal sword strike.

However, that day there was the assistance of the nine-story ancient pagoda, while now, the dynasty has reached this state without any assistance.

Everything around seemed to have stopped.

Bang!

This subtle feeling came and went quickly. A smile flickered across Wang Chao's lips; he seemed to have found his own path.