Cultivation of Immortality Begins from the Red Mansion

After a hearty vent, the tall young man slept soundly for who knows how long.

The pretty and beautiful woman beside her had already woken up, put on her clothes, got up and went downstairs to take a bath.

However, most of the day passed, and when I came back, I saw that the man was still sleeping soundly, and I couldn't help but curse a few words secretly.

"I know how to torment people, but now that I am comfortable, I sleep soundly like this..."

Ji Lingyu seemed to realize something at this time and yawned widely.

"Ah...um..."

He sat up suddenly and looked at Feng Xiwu, who was dressed in white gauze.

"Madam, I slept so comfortably for my husband..."

Feng Xiwu snorted and sat at the table in the outer room.

"I will no longer practice these two cultivation techniques of yours."

Ji Lingyu smiled and said, "Don't you think your skills are much deeper?"

The woman was still angry.

"So what? I have reached the peak of the Golden Core and have reached Perfection now. As long as I leave this secret realm, there will be a disaster..."

Ji Lingyu's expression changed, he stood up and walked out of the inner room, and asked with some worry: "Isn't this catastrophe going to defeat you? It is rumored that the human-male hybrid body will have a scourge, how sure are you..."

Seeing how nervous he was, Feng Xiwu chuckled and said: "Look at you, I have the blood of Qingluan True Spirit in my body now. After passing through this catastrophe of transformation, I will be Qingluan, just like the great elder Qingluan." In this way, given time, you can travel above the nine heavens and undergo catastrophic disasters in just one form, it’s no problem at all..."

Ji Lingyu felt relieved and smiled lightly.

"I have many spiritual beings here that can help you transform into a baby. I don't know much about your situation. Should the baby be born and transformed at the same time?"

Feng Xiwu frowned and thought for a moment, but was not sure, so he shook his head and said: "There is no record of such things in the Feng Clan's classics. It is not that there were no human-monster hybrids in the past, but most of them died young, and the rest did not dare to transform. The Heavenly Tribulation, but I think it’s roughly the same, with both the Nascent Soul and the body transformed into a demon cultivator…”

Ji Lingyu nodded and said: "I have here the Infant Transformation Pill refined by the Transformation Red Fire Dragon, the Purifying Spiritual Lotus and other high-level spiritual objects, and..."

Feng Xiwu smiled faintly, then waved his hand and said: "The Feng clan has already made preparations. I am now the young clan leader, and I am still a saint. How can I be missing spiritual things? The clan is looking forward to me." Become a great demon who transforms into a god..."

Ji Lingyu was just about to take out all the treasures, but when he heard this, he could only smile awkwardly.

"My wife is really powerful, but she is a little ashamed of her husband. I can't do anything to help you. I feel deeply ashamed..."

The woman in white gauze smiled when she heard this, but stared at him with burning eyes, stroking his handsome and resolute face with her slender hands.

"Okay, you are a big man, why should you be so coy? From now on, we will follow the great road together, work together, break through the Nascent Soul, attack the gods, fly to the nine heavens where you want to go, travel around the four seas, and even ascend to the spiritual world. Let’s go see different scenery…”

Ji Lingyu saw her gazing at him so affectionately and held her right hand that was touching him.

"I cherish you. I am lucky to have you as my husband. We will stay together from generation to generation and never be separated."

Feng Xiwu sighed quietly.

"Hey! Let's forget it. You have so many confidants and everyone is together, so it's inevitable that you will be jealous. I'd better stay in the Shiwandashan Phoenix Clan. It's free there. If you miss me, come and see me... "

Ji Lingyu smiled and wanted to say something, but had nothing to say.

He could only laugh dryly.

Seeing this, the woman softened her tone and smiled lightly.

"Originally, I only cared about the Dao. Now, even though I have an enemy like you, my heart for the Dao has not diminished. Didn't Yue Xi stay away from you like this? I'm afraid you haven't seen her in more than a hundred years. Why should we cultivators care about this?"

Ji Lingyu stared at the gorgeous woman in front of him and nodded solemnly.

"If love lasts for a long time, how can we stay together day and night..."

Feng Xiwu buried her head in the man's chest and murmured: "We have been spending more than two months in the inner sanctum of the Holy Palace day and night, and the little girl is enough. I don't dare to expect too much..."

Ji Lingyu held her tightly in his arms, and there was no other movement for a long time.

In the days that followed, this god-given couple was like an intimate newlyweds, spending all day together.

Feng Xiwu, the Lord of the Seventh Palace, is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

And it seems that after getting along with each other for a long time, this woman no longer always gets angry with Ji Lingyu, but becomes more considerate and considerate. Both of them cherish this short time together.

From time to time, they would make tea, burn incense and play the piano. Or he could calm down and play chess. Most of the time, Feng Xiwu played against himself, while Ji Lingyu watched quietly.

The two of them are no longer limited to this small two-story mahogany attic. They often hang out in the rock garden of the inner hall and by the lake in the pavilion, watching the fish playing in the pond and the bees busy in the flowers.

However, this scene was noticed by a woman in white palace dress and gauze behind a door that opened slightly above.

"It turns out that you are so desperate for your life and took the risk to come here just to meet this Phoenix Clan woman. She is so graceful and unparalleled that I am indeed not as good as me..."

At this time, a young man's voice sounded in the room.

"Fellow Daoist Ji and the Master of the Seventh Palace of the Ying Family have known each other for hundreds of years. Now that they are finally married, it is very gratifying..."

The woman was speechless and closed the door silently.

Of course Ji Lingyu didn't know the conversation between these two people. He and Feng Xiwu, the Lord of the Seventh Palace, traveled around like this during the day and were often restless at night. They often toiled until dawn, which made this charming and charming woman unable to bear it.

……

More than half a month later.

This day.

Ji Lingyu arranged his clothes. Today he was wearing a white cassock, a white robe, and a high crown with his hair tied up. He looked like a romantic young man.

Feng Xiwu lay lazily on the mahogany bed, squinting at him.

"Lingyu, you seem to have endless energy. I am tortured by you like this every day and I can't keep my spirits up..."

Ji Lingyu sat on the dressing table, turned around and said with a smile: "This is a dual cultivation technique of gathering yin and replenishing yang. Your essence has been sucked away by me..."

"Bah! Shameless, talking nonsense, not doing anything right..."

The woman scolded her. Seeing him like this, she asked doubtfully: "What are you doing by dressing up like this?"

Ji Lingyu's expression changed, and a trace of determination flashed in his sharp eyebrows.

"There is still more than a month left. Xiwu, please take me to the ancestral mausoleum of the demon clan in the inner hall..."

The woman's expression changed and she sat up.

"What are you doing there? There is nothing there except some mausoleums and temples..."

Ji Lingyu said with a solemn expression: "This blood-red animal bone has some sense, calling me to go there, maybe there will be a chance."

Feng Xiwu's expression changed, and he lost his voice and said, "Is it the summons of the ancestral spirit?"

Ji Lingyu looked at her and asked doubtfully: "What is the summoning of ancestral spirits?"

Feng Xiwu lowered his head and said slowly: "This comes from the illusory things recorded in the Feng Clan's classics. It is said that an ancestor saw the distraction of a powerful demon cultivator from the demon world coming to summon him in the ancestral mausoleum. The soul and soul entered an illusion..."

Seeing that she stopped talking, Ji Lingyu hurriedly asked: "What happened next?"

Feng Xiwu shook his head.

"There are only these records. I don't know what they are like or what kind of opportunity I got. I have searched for other records of my ancestors for a long time but found nothing. It seems that this person does not exist at all. I don't know whether the records in these classics are true or false. I always thought It’s a legendary story…”

Ji Lingyu lowered his head and pondered, silent for a long time.