A Tale of Encounters with Immortals: A Peach Blossom Temple in the Martial World

Why these three books?

Dongxuzi is said to be a sage from the time of chaos, and he is also the one who started the human dynasty.

I apologize for disappointing everyone, but the Thirty-Six Forms of Dongxuzi are not sexual techniques, but rather body-strengthening techniques. Only those with the bearing of an emperor can master these thirty-six forms.

If Zhang Zhengdao heard this, he would probably laugh his head off.

The bearing of an emperor? Haha, we're all just mortals. If you're going to talk about that, then Butcher Hu has the bearing of an emperor too. He's the emperor of all the pigs in Linbin Town, with the power of life and death, and he doesn't hesitate at all.

However, in ancient times, the more mysterious these things were, the better.

As for the secret techniques of the Ghost Clan and the ledgers of the Crown Prince's interactions with the Ghost Clan, they are all related to the Ghost Clan.

Now everyone can see that the Ghost Clan is the mastermind behind this palace coup.

He possessed extraordinary abilities, even managing to initiate the action through the crown prince.

Even the emperor's favorite concubine, Consort Shun, was skinned alive and turned into a seductive object, causing the emperor to lose face. He had to suffer in silence and could not announce it to the world.

Now, the emperor feels utterly disgusted whenever he thinks about how he used to spend every night with someone in a human skin, and who doesn't even know if it was a man or a woman underneath.

For some time now, even seeing those concubines in the imperial harem has made me feel somewhat uncomfortable.

"You may leave now!"

The emperor, feeling somewhat weary, waved his hand.

The Imperial Advisor and General Pei withdrew together.

"Summon Lu Cong, the commander of the Qingfeng Guard, to come here."

The eunuch hurriedly went to deliver the imperial decree.

As the Imperial Preceptor and General Pei were about to leave the palace, Lu Cong, the commander of the Qingfeng Guard, bumped into them. Lu Cong quickly bowed and greeted them, saying "Greetings."

The Qingfeng Guard is not currently in power, while these two are now favorites of the Emperor. Therefore, the more courtesy one gives, the more friends one gains.

"Greetings, Commander!" General Pei also greeted him.

Only the Imperial Advisor nodded slightly, maintaining his composure. If it weren't for the fate of the nation, he wouldn't even bother serving the Emperor.

Watching Lu Cong hurriedly enter the palace, the Imperial Advisor glanced at General Pei.

"This task has been assigned to the Qingfeng Guard."

The mission to Qixian Lake was previously assigned to General Pei.

General Pei didn't think much of it and said, "His Majesty has his own arrangements. For a subject to presume to guess His Majesty's intentions is a treasonous act."

The Imperial Advisor smiled but didn't speak; he simply cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards General Pei.

"The palace may not be peaceful for some time, especially since the Ghost Clan may not be willing to accept defeat. I hope the General will take extra care to ensure His Majesty's safety and not be negligent under any circumstances."

General Pei nodded, and the two parted ways.

Night fell.

Inside the palace, the stars still twinkled, and lights were lit in every palace, illuminating the palace like a starry night sky.

The palace lanterns in the distance shone brightly, like countless twinkling stars.

The stars in the sky appeared, like countless palace lanterns lit up.

The imperial study was still brightly lit. Tall candles burned beside the desk, illuminating the room.

The emperor held the scroll and read it carefully, page by page.

Suddenly, the candlelight flickered, swaying precariously as if it were about to go out. The emperor glanced at the flame, then, finding nothing amiss, picked up his book again.

This history of the demon race really showed him many things he had never seen in historical records.

It's very interesting, and also quite unbelievable.

The appearance of humans and the emergence of human dynasties are recorded in such a bizarre way in the book of the Ghost Clan, and there is a great discrepancy between them and the records in human history books.

Of course, the emperor couldn't possibly believe such a so-called ghost clan secretary.

Everything needs to be corroborated by each other and supported by detailed evidence.

At most, one can treat this book as a legendary tale, and the fictional history within it is like the mythical stories in a traditional storybook.

It can be passed down, but it's not true.

The candlelight flickered, making it seem as if the flames were growing redder and redder.

The emperor was reading a book when suddenly the words on it seemed to come alive. Each word appeared to be swimming in water, transforming into tadpole-like characters.

The emperor raised his head in confusion.

The flickering red candle flame seemed to resemble a woman swaying in the wind.

She was graceful and charming, with a slender waist.

"Consort Shun?"

Within the flames, it gradually appeared as if a woman dressed in fiery red was dancing, the light emanating from her body illuminating the emperor's eyes.

Consort Shun—

The emperor thought to himself, wanting to reach out his hand, but he had no strength.

The woman in red seemed to be blown down from the red candle by the wind, and stood lightly on the table, like a little person less than a foot tall.

"Hehe, Your Majesty... I am Ling'er!"

"Ling'er?"

The emperor felt he hadn't heard this name in a long time. He swayed and forced himself to stand up straight, then reached out his hand.

The little figure on the table suddenly jumped up lightly and landed in the emperor's palm.

"Yes, Your Majesty, have you forgotten me? I am Ling'er!"

The petite beauty, barely an inch tall, said with a hint of reproach and a smile.

"I was selected to enter the palace from Qingzhou, and it was His Majesty who personally mentioned my name!"

The emperor couldn't help but let out an "Oh—".

"Why... is my beloved concubine so short?"

The little figure spun around in the emperor's palm, then looked up, his face glistening with tears.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty has been suppressed!"

The emperor couldn't resist.

"Puch-"

burst out laughing.

The little one stomped his feet and twisted his waist in the emperor's palm, acting coquettishly.

"Your Majesty—you are mocking me."

The emperor decided to stop pretending, shoved the person in his hand violently toward the door, and shouted, "Guards!"

But the surroundings were unusually quiet.

Not a single guard rushed out.

When the little figure was thrown into the air, its body suddenly grew larger and larger. When it landed, it had become a normal-sized woman in black with a mask on.

The emperor looked at her coldly: "Ghost Clan?"

The masked woman remained silent, then raised her hand, causing a cloud of smoke to explode in the air. As the smoke dissipated, six identical masked women suddenly appeared before the emperor, raising their long swords and thrusting them towards him.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound.

The thrusting sword was stopped by the tip of another sword.

The Imperial Advisor appeared in the Imperial Study.

"You're on guard?"

The woman in black frowned.

"Otherwise, how would I lure you out?" the Grand Preceptor said, his long sword flying from his hand and stabbing towards the masked woman.

"Swordsmanship?"

The woman in black couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Be afraid!"

The Imperial Advisor chuckled, "This is something I've kept under wraps."

"You've only mastered a rudimentary sword control technique; you're still nothing special." The masked woman in black sneered, and with a flick of her wrists, the sword in her hand flew into the air.

"point!"

Suddenly, one sword split into nine swords.

"kill!"

Suddenly, the nine swords resembled nine venomous snakes, thrusting towards the Grand Preceptor from nine different directions. It was also a sword technique, but even more powerful than the Grand Preceptor's.

The Imperial Advisor used his internal energy to control the sword, but it was just for show. However, this woman in black seemed to be using a secret technique to control the sword.

"Stop!" The Grand Preceptor waved his hand, and with his long sword in hand, he struck nine times in nine different directions.

The clanging and banging sounds echoed continuously in the imperial study.

Seeing that the Imperial Advisor was entangled, the woman in black couldn't help but sneer and turned to look at the Emperor.

"I'm warning you, don't touch the Emperor!"

The Imperial Advisor shouted at the woman in black.

The woman in black walked towards the emperor and sneered, "I'll touch him, what can you do to me?" With a wave of her hand, nine swords attacked the Grand Preceptor in the air. The sword strikes were even more fierce, forcing the Grand Preceptor to parry left and right, unable to escape for a moment.

"Emperor, are you ready to die?!"

The woman in black sneered, stretched out her hand, and suddenly a short blade appeared in her hand. With a flick of her finger, she shot it towards the emperor like a streak of light, disappearing in an instant.

"Your Majesty!" the Imperial Advisor shouted angrily, panicking. His hand slipped and a sword slashed his arm, and he almost dropped his sword.

The short blade magnified in the emperor's pupils.

As the woman in black sneered, she noticed that the emperor also seemed to have a slight smile on his face.

wrong!

The woman in black immediately realized something was wrong.

Just as the short blade pierced the emperor's chest, a beam of light suddenly burst forth from his chest.

The light was like the light emitted by a sharp blade.

It pierced through the black-clad woman's body in an instant, flew diagonally out, and disappeared into the air.

A thin red line suddenly appeared between the black-clad woman's blank face and terrified eyes.

The red line slowly split from her head to her right shoulder.

Suddenly, her right shoulder collapsed downwards, and her right side of her face and right shoulder slid off at an angle. Blood then began to seep out from the smooth cut surface, instantly forming a fountain.