122: Chapter 122 Invading the State of Zhao?

Most importantly, he was simply too young.

At twenty-four or twenty-five, being at the Foundation Establishment Second Layer, he could be called a peerless Prodigy in this region.

At such a young age, with such a profound Foundation, even if he had depleted some of his Origin, it would not reach the point of insufficient blood energy or lack of stamina when attempting to break through to the Core Formation Stage.

There was plenty of time to slowly replenish it.

After confirming he was unharmed, Ye Changge sank his consciousness into his body and began to carefully inspect his Dao Foundation.

Within his Dantian, the tai chi diagram was rotating slowly.

But it was different from before.

At this moment, the tai chi diagram was more than a circle larger than before, and as it rotated, the pressure it emitted was even more vast and profound.

And above that tai chi diagram — a Dragon and a Phoenix were coiled upon it!

The golden Dragon shadow coiled around the Yang side of the tai chi diagram, while the fiery red Phoenix shadow nestled against the Yin side. The Dragon and Phoenix brought good fortune, reflecting each other, with a mysterious Dao aura faintly flowing within.

Ye Changge watched this scene quietly, and a realization gradually dawned in his heart.

He remembered that brief, fleeting romance with Meng Qingcheng.

That Core Formation Stage female Cultivator had left this Phoenix phantom inside his body using some unknown method.

He had never thought much about it until now.

But looking at it now... that Phoenix phantom likely contained Meng Qingcheng's Origin Yin Qi!

Moreover, the purity of that Yin Qi far exceeded his imagination!

She was, after all, a Core Formation Stage Cultivator!

And this Origin Yin Qi she left behind had always been coiled upon his Dao Foundation.

The Yin Yang Creation Art he Cultivated, which forged his Yin-Yang Dao Foundation, emphasized the balance of Yin and Yang.

Yet the existence of this Phoenix phantom kept his Dao Foundation in a state of subtle imbalance — Yin Qi greater than Yang Qi.

Although it did not affect his Cultivation, and even because the Yin Qi was abundant, the effects were more significant when engaging in Dual Cultivation with Lu Shiyin and his other wives and concubines.

But an imbalance was, ultimately, an imbalance.

And now, with the addition of this Golden Lesser Dragon — the Origin Yang Qi of that Dragon Yang Body was truly overbearing!

The two perfectly neutralized each other!

The Dragon and Phoenix circled, and Yin and Yang were balanced!

His Dao Foundation had finally reached perfection in the true sense of the word!

No, it was even more perfect than perfect!

Ye Changge slowly opened his eyes, a brilliant light flickering within them.

He lowered his head to look at Xiao Caiyue, who was still lying on the silk cushion.

She had her eyes closed, breathing steadily as she slept soundly. Finally, a hint of color had returned to her pale face.

This time, not only had he saved her, but he himself had also obtained a tremendous Opportunity.

The Origin of that Dragon Yang Body, that Golden Lesser Dragon, had actually taken the initiative to merge into his Dao Foundation, reflecting off the Phoenix phantom within him, causing his Foundation to ascend once again!

Such an Opportunity was something one could only hope for, not seek out.

Meanwhile, at the main entrance of Qingxuan Immortal City.

Two slender figures passed through the towering city gates and stepped into this bustling city of Cultivators.

Both had their faces covered with light veils, making their features unclear, but their exquisite, shapely figures and extraordinary, otherworldly temperament caused the surrounding Cultivators to cast frequent glances.

The woman walking in front wore purple, looking graceful and luxurious. In her gait, there was an inherent air of authority from one who had long held a high position. Although her eyes were obscured by the veil, one could still sense an irrepressible air of arrogance.

Half a step behind her followed a petite woman in green. Although her figure was slightly immature, it was beginning to show curves, and her every gesture exuded an air of youthful vitality.

The two were holding hands, extremely intimate.

The Cultivators guarding the city gate merely checked their identity tokens as a matter of routine before respectfully letting them pass.

After entering the Immortal City, the two did not wander around but went straight to a quiet inn in the west of the city.

They requested a premium room and stepped inside.

The door was shut tight.

The woman in green was still not at ease; she took several Formation Flags from her bosom and skillfully set up soundproofing and protective Restrictions, only then letting out a long sigh of relief.

"Alright, Revered Master, you can take it off."

As she spoke, she was the first to remove the veil from her face.

Beneath the veil was a stunning little face with bright eyes and white teeth.

Her skin was as white as jade, her features as exquisite as a painting, especially her eyes, which were clear and lively, yet possessed a bit more mature charm than in the past.

If Ye Changge were here, he would certainly recognize her — this was none other than the young girl who had explored the Secret Realm with him back then, Su Xiaotang!

But now, she had grown even more stunning and moving than before. The childishness had faded, and there was a touch of the delicate charm of a young girl coming of age in her brows and eyes. Her figure was also beginning to develop curves; although still slightly green, she was already a rare beauty in the making.

The Woman in Purple also slowly removed her veil.

A stunningly beautiful face was revealed.

She looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, her Phoenix eyes containing authority, her red lips naturally crimson without makeup, and her skin as delicate and smooth as mutton-fat jade.

Her purple dress outlined breathtaking curves; her chest was full and firm, while her waist was slender enough to be grasped in one hand, her whole body exuding the alluring aura peculiar to a mature woman.

Especially those eyes, with a natural flirtatiousness in their gaze, as if a single glance could steal a man's soul.

Su Xiaotang looked at her Revered Master and secretly grumbled in her heart: She is already hundreds of years old, so why is she still so beautiful...

The Woman in Purple seemed to have noticed her disciple's gaze, a meaningful smile curling the corners of her lips.

She suddenly took a step forward.

Before Su Xiaotang could react, she was pulled into her Revered Master's arms, and immediately, a pair of warm, soft red lips planted a kiss on her cheek.

"Mmph — —!"

Su Xiaotang's eyes widened.

A strange, faint fragrance entered her nose, the scent sweet and rich, as if it could intoxicate one's heart and spirit. She felt a wave of dizziness in her head, her body instantly went limp, and her cheeks flushed pink at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Mas... Revered Master... wuwu..."

She wanted to struggle, but could not muster a shred of strength.

The aura of that naturally alluring body was simply too strong a restraint on her.

The Woman in Purple finally released her, looking at the clear lip print on her disciple's cheek, and let out a laugh like silver bells: "Hehehehe — —"

The laughter was coquettish to the bone; if any man were here, his bones would likely have gone soft.

Su Xiaotang rubbed her reddened cheeks, looking at her Revered Master with grievance, and muttered in a low voice: "Revered Master... you are bullying me again..."

The Woman in Purple raised an eyebrow, smiling noncommittally: "Xiao Tang, what are our identities this time while we are out?"

Su Xiaotang was stunned, then immediately understood, lowering her head, her voice as faint as a mosquito's: "We are... mother and daughter..."

"Then what should you call me?"

A teasing smile flashed in the Woman in Purple's eyes.

Su Xiaotang's face turned even redder, and she softly called out: "Mo... Mother..."

"Mwah — —" The Woman in Purple was finally satisfied, kissed her on the other cheek, released her, and walked gracefully to the table to sit down.

Su Xiaotang rubbed both of her flushed cheeks, feeling both shy and helpless. Her Revered Master was perfect in every way, except that she always loved to tease her.

She walked to the opposite side of her Revered Master and sat down, asking in a low voice: "Mas... Mother, what exactly are we here to do in the Immortal City this time?"