My Wife is A Sword God

Chapter 567: Receiving Guidance from Jianli

The Prison Department couldn’t find any information.

The gatekeeper of the imperial Physician’s house and a group of servants saw with their own eyes that the old imperial Physician got off the carriage, had dinner, and read medical books in the study until late at night, and then went into the room to rest.

The next morning, when the cleaning maid entered the room, she called several times but received no response. When she went to check the physician she was surprised to find that the old Imperial Physician had passed away. She hurriedly checked his breath and confirmed the news, which caused a commotion in the mansion.

Naturally, everyone was saddened, but judging by the expression on the old Imperial Physician’s face as he left, his passing was considered peaceful.

His immediate successor quickly brought in a close friend of the old Imperial Physician to examine him.

Several Physicians sighed and confirmed that it was a natural death.

There was nothing suspicious from beginning to end.

Emperor Ming listened to the Prison Department’s report and didn’t say anything more. He just nodded in acknowledgment.

Meanwhile, in a tavern, illuminated by the flickering firelight, a slightly stooped figure was seen. But he straightened up in the blink of an eye.

There was obviously only one person in the guest room, and it was empty, but a thick voice sounded: “Did that person mention who the other Physicians were who were treating Deng Mo?”

Pouring himself a drink, the man casually replied, “The old geezer was stubborn to the end; his lips remained tightly sealed until he died.”

“Was it his stubbornness, or did you kill him too quickly before he could spill the beans?”

“I can’t hide anything from you, can I? But it doesn’t matter. There are only a few highly skilled Physicians in the palace, and they rarely intervene except to treat the Emperor. I believe those who hold a grudge against Deng Mo are among them. If necessary, we’ll eliminate them all rather than let any of them escape!” His tone dripped with murderous intent.

“Do you think the Imperial City is a playground? Killing so many Physicians – how can the Prison Department not be suspicious? I advise you to exercise restraint and not jeopardise our young lord’s plans.”

The man waved his hand, indicating that he understood.

Then he asked again, “By the way, about Jinyang City, have you found out who killed my brother? Don’t tell me you still don’t know!”

The room fell silent for a moment, and after a long time, the heavy voice spoke again, “Qin Feng of the Qin family.

“It is indeed him,” the man sneered.

…

In front of the candlelight in the room, Qin Feng looked at his own palm and couldn’t help but sigh.

His cultivation of the Extreme Intent was not going smoothly. Although he was now able to condense the Primordial Immortal Qi to the size of half a palm, further progress seemed to have hit a bottleneck, making it difficult for him to advance.

This was understandable. If he could comprehend the technique that caused countless warriors to retreat in awe in such a short time, how could other warriors endure it?

He also had a glimmer of hope, thinking that with his current control over the Primordial Immortal Qi, he might be able to direct the Primordial Qi.

Of course, the result was disappointing.

However, not everything went against his wishes.

For example, at this moment, Xuan Yi’s phantom appeared again.

Qin Feng’s face lit up with joy and he immediately directed his consciousness into the Divine Sea.

During this period of time, every night, Senior Xuan would demonstrate the method of using the Immortal Techniques within the Divine Sea.

Tonight, he was going to demonstrate Immortal Technique – the Seven Steps of Heaven!

Inside the Divine Sea, Qin Feng saw Senior Xuan’s white phantom floating in the air, with a breath circulating within it, emitting a blinding white light.

As Senior Xuan took each step forward, the fluctuation of his aura would change.

Qin Feng paid full attention and did not dare to miss any detail. It was not until all Seven Steps of Heaven were displayed that he relaxed slightly and recalled the scene just now.

This was already the seventh Immortal Technique that Senior Xuan had shown him!

It was strange to say, although Qin Feng had only memorised them without practising to avoid being erased by the Heavenly Dao, these Immortal Techniques seemed to be imprinted in his mind, lingering and unshakable. Even his body seemed to have memorised the method of circulating qi.

Qin Feng even had the illusion that as long as he wanted to perform those Immortal Techniques, he could do so effortlessly, like flowing clouds and water.

‘Could it be because of my special dual pupils, or perhaps… the innate Primordial Qi within the dual pupils?’ Qin Feng pondered.

Just as he was pondering, Xuan Yi reminded him again, “Be careful not to casually activate the Primordial Immortal Qi and practice the Immortal Techniques before mastering Divine Power.” 

“Immortal Techniques transcend the laws of Heaven and Earth. Each technique you master will leave an aura trace on you, and with your current strength you can at most use three of them, and you could be erased by the laws of this Heaven and Earth.”

Qin Feng nodded. Matters of life and death were obviously not to be taken lightly.

Only by mastering Divine Power and entering this mysterious state, unfettered by Heaven and Earth, could he freely use the Immortal Techniques!

Qin Feng withdrew his Divine Sense from the Divine Sea and opened his eyes.

As he pushed open the door, a gentle night breeze blew in.

He walked to the courtyard in front of the house, found an empty space once again, and began to think about this Extreme Intent.

He placed his palm on the ground and activated the Primordial Immortal Qi. When he removed his hand, a half palm print, about three centimetres thick, was clearly visible.

And that was the limit of what he could achieve.

After sighing helplessly, a fragrant breeze suddenly blew past his side.

Turning his head, he saw Liu Jianli, clad in white robes, descending gracefully like a celestial being.

It’s Jianli tonight… Qin Feng thought to himself.

“Husband, what are you doing here?” Liu Jianli lowered her head and looked at the numerous palm prints in the corner of the courtyard, curiosity evident in her expression.

Qin Feng did not hide anything and told the truth about his cultivation reaching a bottleneck.

“I see.” Liu Jianli’s red lips parted slightly as she nodded weakly.

Then she approached, raised her right hand, and lightly waved it towards the ground.

With a slight trembling of the earth, Qin Feng’s face was filled with astonishment as a tiny black hole the size of a pinhole appeared on the ground, just like his father’s Extreme Intention!

“Wife, you’ve already understood it?” Qin Feng exclaimed in shock.

How long has it been? A little more than a month?

The Extreme Intent that has daunted countless warriors, some even spent their entire lives unable to grasp, and yet Wife had effortlessly demonstrated it?

How monstrously talented she was!

Liu Jianli shook her head. “We are still far from actual combat. We have just vaguely touched the threshold. However, I should be able to give you some guidance.”

Qin Feng’s face lit up at her words.

That unreliable father actually taught him once and never showed up again, letting him figure it out on his own.

Fortunately, he now had Wife to guide him again, perhaps he could make further progress.

“Husband, please extend your hand,” Liu Jianli said quietly.

Qin Feng immediately complied, and then saw Wife extend her hand as well, intertwining her fingers with his.

The soft, smooth, warm feeling went straight to Qin Feng’s heart from the palm of his hand.

As the night breeze gently lifted the strands of hair at his ears, Liu Jianli spoke again, “Next, I’ll circulate the Vigor Qi in your palm. Husband, pay close attention, perhaps you’ll get some insights.”

As she spoke, Qin Feng felt as if his hand had been immersed in a river.

The cool currents flowed through his fingers and palm, then converged at a certain point, producing a more powerful effect.

Qin Feng’s eyes brightened as he suddenly realised something. The bottleneck he couldn’t break through seemed to have cracked a bit.

He devoted himself wholeheartedly and felt carefully.

In the long night, as the two of them held hands, time silently slipped away.