My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

After the little Daoist finished speaking, there was silence in the carriage.

Lin Tan'er lowered her eyes, biting her lip slightly, her expression somewhat distracted, as if contemplating the path ahead...

On the official road, with Gu Lan's strength, he could naturally perceive everything inside the carriage. Seeing Lin Tan'er's final expression, Gu Lan felt somewhat relieved.

"This girl may have some affection for me, but it's more gratitude. It hasn't reached the level of romantic feelings between men and women..."

The most difficult thing to endure is the kindness of a beauty. Since meeting Madam at the temple fair and falling in love at first sight, she would be his Madam for this lifetime.

Even if he enjoyed the Heavenly Maiden of Fate again, he wouldn't be envious.

Gu Lan contemplated steadily. It seemed that in the future, under the premise of ensuring safety, he should give Lin Tan'er more opportunities outside.

Maybe she could encounter her destined partner. Otherwise, when he met Lin Lu brothers many years later, he wouldn't be able to explain himself!

Amnesia is incurable. Would her sister end up not marrying because of him?

...

"Daoist Gu! Is this trip to Heaven Mountain in Shuzhou?" Gu Lan's contemplation was interrupted by a familiar voice.

A white-robed Daoist flew over from the sky, attracting the attention of the merchants in the distance, who marveled at the extraordinary appearance of the immortal.

When this immortal landed in front of Gu Lan, they were even more shocked by Gu Lan's identity, thinking that he must be a scion of an immortal family.

"Yunlong Daoist, can't you be more low-key when you appear?"

Gu Lan sighed, "Later, someone will come and ask about your identity. Do I have to say you're the Pavilion Master of Tianji Pavilion?"

"Haha..." Yunlong Daoist smiled apologetically, "I'm used to it! Friend, don't be offended. I'll use a formation to send you to Shuzhou directly later!"

He had calculated Gu Lan's whereabouts earlier this morning, deliberately waiting here.

"Why are you looking for me?" Gu Lan stood still on his horse and asked calmly.

"Two months ago, when Friend Gu went to the capital, you ordered this poor Daoist to refine pills, and they have already been refined!"

Yunlong Daoist, as the premier alchemist in the world, had completed the task.

Gu Lan opened the vials he handed over. Each one contained many pills with excellent quality.

"Well, thank you, Yunlong Daoist." Gu Lan nodded slightly, put away the vials, and classified them in the system space. He planned to open them when this journey was over.

"No need, Friend Gu. Your reputation is now known to the world. Do you know how many new apprentices Tianji Pavilion has recruited because of you?" Yunlong Daoist excitedly said.

Gu Lan: "..."

In fact, with the reputation of Tianji Pavilion, there was no need for any promotion. He knew that this was just the old Daoist's rhetoric to make himself feel justified in commanding Tianji Pavilion. This way, he could truly fulfill the role of protecting the Consecrator of Tianji Pavilion in the future.

"Yunlong Daoist, are you here just to deliver the pills?" Gu Lan raised an eyebrow.

"Friend Gu is indeed astute! Yes, the reason this Daoist came is more related to the place you are going this time."

"Shuzhou, Heaven Mountain Secret Realm?"

"Yes!" Yunlong Daoist took out a piece of deerskin parchment with a map drawn on it.

"Heaven Mountain Secret Realm has been explored by predecessors from Tianji Pavilion in the past. They said that strange mist pervades inside, divine consciousness is restricted, and it's not easy to seek opportunities. After several generations of exploration, Tianji Pavilion finally obtained this map, roughly marking some treasures and dangers inside."

Gu Lan felt somewhat fortunate that it was an invisible secret realm...

These things Zhang Qingwei had no knowledge of. If it weren't for Yunlong Daoist's map, they would probably have taken many detours to get inside.

"Thank you, Daoist." Gu Lan nodded and smiled.

"You're welcome." The old Daoist waved his hand and took out a jade slip. "I know you don't like to show yourself.

This divine art of transformation is for you. Even high-level cultivators at your level won't see through your appearance. It will save you a lot of trouble in the future."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"I really need to visit the Tianji Pavilion where I'm named as Consecrator someday. Daoist, you can come; there are so many good things there!"

Gu Lan exclaimed in delight. Despite reading many books, the system had not extracted this kind of divine art technique. It might be considered obscure, but it was exactly what he wanted the most.

"Alright, I'll go back to seclusion now. Friend, take a look at the map, and I wish you a smooth journey!" The old Daoist smiled and glanced at the carriage behind him.

"Aren't you going to see your precious apprentice?" Gu Lan asked with a gentle smile.

"No, there are important matters in the pavilion. If I go, it will take a long time... Zhongren has learned more from you than from me!" Yunlong Daoist chuckled knowingly, waved his sleeves, and enveloped Gu Lan and the carriage behind him in a formation.

When he opened his eyes again, the desolate and wide official road disappeared, and the plaque of a city not far away came into view.

"Shuzhou City!"

...

Along the Changting River, the crowd watching at the moment was already densely packed.

When Old Yang came out of the teahouse after finishing his tasks, the Baihua Arena was already underway. He squinted his old eyes and couldn't see the scene above at all.

"Hey? Buddy, why is it so lively over there? What happened?" Several people who had been squeezed to the back asked Old Yang with excitement.

"Old Yang, you guys at the back missed a good show. Three immortal women are fighting over there, and the scene... can be said to be the most spectacular I've ever seen in my life!"

"Yes! Moreover, two of the women are very beautiful, and it's especially pleasing to see them being beaten!"

"Ah? Beaten?"

"Yes! The other woman, who is not very attractive, used a long sword without even unsheathing the scabbard and suppressed them into the corner!"

...

On Baihua Arena!

This side.

Luan Xiaoyao's Soul Reaper Umbrella was dim, and the eerie blood color on it had faded by more than half.

This meant that in the recent battle, the undead creatures she had been nurturing were beaten quite severely!

The situation of the Dragon Princess was not optimistic either. Although she hadn't suffered much damage, her physical strength was depleted.

If they continued to fight, her true Ice Dragon form would likely be revealed.

"Damn it, this woman is clearly in the Immortal Realm. Why can't we gain the upper hand even when we join forces?"

Luan Xiaoyao felt dissatisfied. Originally, she, who could challenge higher realms, had her pride undermined every day since coming to the Jing Nation.

Today was the most frustrating because the seemingly plain-faced woman on the opposite side effortlessly suppressed both of them, as if playing with little children!

At this moment, Mu Yuyan, holding her long sword, stood in mid-air with a cold and indifferent smile.

She said, "I thought I could test my sword today, but I didn't expect both of you to be so disappointing."

Hehe, let's see if you dare to have any ideas about my husband in the future! Do you think the days of dual cultivation have been in vain?

In the past, Mu Yuyan wouldn't dare to be so arrogant, but since today she dared to claim that she could make them cry, it showed she had confidence.

With her current peak Immortal Realm strength, she was confident that she could handle things calmly, as long as it wasn't the joint efforts of the four major dynasties' sovereigns or facing top-tier experts like the Dragon Lord or Yunlong Daoist.

This was the feeling of being carried away... Mu Yuyan felt a sense of relief in her heart, even more satisfying than when she was cultivating in the bedroom!

"Who... who exactly are you to that stinky Consecrator?"

Luan Xiaoyao gritted her teeth and asked.

She wasn't a fool; she could sense it halfway through the battle.

Mu Yuyan wasn't really trying to kill them or draw her sword; she was clearly humiliating them in a blatant way, obviously venting her private grievances from the beginning.