His Majesty is plotting a rebellion? Quickly, summon the Imperial Advisor!

Xu Bing asked Song Si to take care of Ji Yuan, and there were strict regulations and arrangements for all the details of his clothing, food, and lodging.

One meal each day at Chenshi (7-9 AM), Wushi (11 AM-1 PM), and Youshi (5-7 PM).

Breakfast usually consists of plain porridge with salt, while lunch is a bowl of rice with meat and vegetables, but never too much.

Dinner was even simpler: a bowl of rice with a few large cabbages drooping on top, and then a sprinkle of fine salt.

In addition, Ji Yuan needed to be bathed, covered with a blanket, and his mouth sealed with a white cloth after each meal…

In short, taking care of someone who is completely unable to move is not an easy task.

Bathing is done every two or three days. It is called bathing, but it is actually just using a long cloth soaked in hot water, then wrung out and used to wipe the body.

The key is to wipe the soles of the feet, palms, cheeks, and neck. At these times, there's always an inexplicable awkwardness between the ruler and the two women.

Xu Bing and Ji Yuan had not seen each other for more than a week since the day they parted ways after the death of the immortal.

The room was dark and gloomy.

Ji Yuan sat cross-legged on the bed, snoring softly, sleeping peacefully. It has to be said that compared to a month ago, she had already adapted quite well.

Xu Bing entered the room, closed the door, and lit the candles on the dining table, filling the room with light.

I could feel the flickering firelight.

Ji Yuan gradually woke up, and the first thing she saw was a pair of black boots. Slowly raising her head, she gradually realized that the person who came was not Song Si, but that hateful Xu Bing.

"He's here again." Ji Yuan shifted slightly, her eyes flashing, before glaring angrily at the other person.

Ji Yuan had been trapped for a long time, but his mental state was not bad; on the contrary, he had a rosy complexion and was full of energy.

All of this is naturally thanks to Jiumi.

The value of Jiu Mi is not due to hype, but rather because it truly has remarkable effects.

Long-term use can not only improve mental state but also increase strength.

It can even have miraculous effects in treating and saving lives.

Because most critically ill patients, after contracting the disease, often enter a vicious cycle of worsening illness, poor appetite, poor sleep, and further worsening of the illness.

Jiumi can disrupt circulation, strengthen the mind and immunity, supplement nutrition, and its effects are not strong.

"What brings you here to see me again?"

The ropes binding Ji Yuan were loosened, and she removed the white cloth from her mouth. While rubbing her wrists, she looked at Xu Bing with full vigilance.

"I'll take you out for some fun tomorrow. I'm letting you know in advance," Xu Bing said with a smile.

"Take me out for fun?" Ji Yuan cast a suspicious glance at him. "What exactly are you up to?"

"There's a martial arts match tomorrow, and I need your help to win it," Xu Bing said truthfully.

"Since there's a martial arts competition, why don't you go up there yourself?" Ji Yuan frowned, sensing a trap.

“Of course I can do it myself,” Xu Bing said. “But I’m the Imperial Advisor. If I have to handle even such a small matter myself, what would that make me?”

Upon hearing this, Ji Yuan immediately flew into a rage, slammed his hand on the table, and stood up.

"What do you mean? You're the Imperial Advisor, and I'm the Emperor? Why are you making me take the throne instead of me?"

Ji Yuan nearly fainted from anger.

That Xu Bing is really infuriating. Every time we meet, I get so angry I feel like I'm going to die.

Since ancient times, the only principle has been that if the ruler commands the subject to die, the subject has no choice but to die. Where has anyone ever sought out the emperor as a henchman?

This imperial advisor is utterly rebellious!

"I will not go!" Ji Yuan refused decisively.

"You really don't want to go?"

Xu Bing smiled meaningfully.

His gaze seemed to see right through Ji Yuan.

[Status: Playing hard to get, angry, feeling humiliated, proud and aloof...]

How could Ji Yuan, confined to a room with only one bed, not be interested in "going out"?

"Absolutely not!" Ji Yuan said impatiently. "I am the Emperor, how can I be your henchman? Where is your dignity?"

She was so angry she wanted to bite her teeth.

"Fine, then you can just stay put." Xu Bing waved his hand dismissively.

Before Ji Yuan could finish her meal, the flying golden rope wrapped around her, forcing her to obediently sit back on the bed.

Xu Bing pushed open the door and left.

After walking several meters, he remembered that the candle hadn't been blown out. So he flicked his finger, and a tiny blade of wind pierced through the crack in the window, extinguishing the candle flame.

The room was plunged into darkness.

All that could be heard were the sounds of ropes being pulled and people struggling.

"Xu Bing...you! Bastard!"

"asshole!"

Ji Yuan was so angry that she felt dizzy and her lifespan had been shortened.

The emperor's art of cultivating inner strength had long since crumbled.

She gritted her teeth, hating Xu Bing to the core. But when she looked around and saw only darkness and silence, she was overcome with regret.

She realized... she really wanted to go out.

Even fighting with others is better than staying here feeling stifled.

In her confrontations with Xu Bing, she never gained the upper hand.

"Why is Xu Bing unaffected by my dragon energy?"

"Damn it, I finally had a chance to go out, and I've missed it like this."

"What should I do... I regret it so much. No, I can't let Xu Bing know that I regret it."

"But I still regret it so much."

"Why does this illness of mine always make me so frustrated? It's infuriating!"

Despite outwardly appearing very strong, inside she was experiencing a mix of emotions.

……

The next day.

early morning.

Xu Bing left the Imperial Preceptor's residence through the back door and headed towards a nearby hill.

The Imperial Preceptor's residence is located in a remote area. Not far from the residence is an undeveloped wild mountain, which also belongs to Xu Bing.

Xu Bing arrived near the foot of the mountain, and a fireball the size of a head appeared in his palm.

He manipulated the fireball, burning the surrounding vegetation to create a clearing, and then sat cross-legged.

He focused his attention and breathed rhythmically. He was quite proficient in the purple aura breathing technique and rarely made mistakes.

With each breath, a faint purple hue seeped into his body through his mouth and nose.

There are only two brief moments in a day when one can absorb the purple energy.

Xu Bing should naturally cherish this opportunity.

As for why he came here specifically, it was because after he finished his breathing exercises, he wanted to test his skills.

He has two sets of attack techniques.

Wind Blade Technique!

Fireball!

Both of these spells are the lowest level spells. Although they were given by the system, they are no different from the fireball spell and wind blade spell of other Qi cultivators.

However, when he used it, it became even more mysterious.

Take the Wind Blade Technique as an example.

The wind blades formed by the Wind Blade Technique are generally fifteen inches long and two inches wide, curved, and light blue.

The specifications are fixed, and the power always fluctuates within a certain range.

Even the most ethereal wind blade can cut through skin, while the most solid wind blade can only leave a mark on a tree.

This is the limit of the Wind Blade Technique. If a cultivator can exceed this limit, it means that... what he is using is no longer an ordinary Wind Blade Technique.

It is a modified version of the Wind Blade Technique.

Moreover, this technique has a drawback.

It just takes up one palm.

When a Qi cultivator practices this technique, the first step is to recite the command, and the second step is to channel their vital energy into their palm. The vital energy in the palm transforms into the initial shape of a wind blade, which is then flung out.

According to Xu Bing's understanding, this series of movements can be called the pre-rocking.

Furthermore, the normal fireball spell also has significant limitations.

The fireballs condensed by ordinary Qi cultivators have a radius of about five inches. When they hit a person, they can explode twice to burn the enemy.

However, these two ordinary techniques were completely different in Xu Bing's hands.

After the purple aura dissipated, Xu Bing stood up and stretched his limbs.

Martial arts practice can be done inside the courtyard.

The method can only be attempted after leaving the Imperial Preceptor's residence. Otherwise, if it's burned down and destroyed, he'll be heartbroken.

I saw a thought in his mind.

Hundreds of invisible wind blades condensed around him, and when he blew them at the trees, the wood chips were scraped off bit by bit.

Its power is terrifying, like a bone-scraping gust of wind.

He then used fireballs, manipulating the flames in his palms to change the shape of the fireballs at will.

Xu Bing turned his hand over.

The commotion around them subsided instantly.

He sensed that he had vaguely touched upon the first level of the Imperial Creation Technique.

These are ingenious applications.

It was something he comprehended while studying the Imperial Creation Technique in the Tranquil Mind Hall using the Hundredfold Comprehension Card.

This is the importance of the fundamental law.

It determines the fundamental nature of a monk.

He simply didn't understand spiritual practice, which is why he only realized it later.

"The fundamental method, the breathing method..."

Xu Bing murmured softly.