One palm governs the nation, one palm governs the sect. What need is there for Prince Qing and the Prime Minister?

Yan Fangbai showed a look of admiration and immediately went to take care of it.

In the distant horizon, the snowy land was like a white carpet, but there was a gap where steaming heat was rising.

Li Xuan was sitting cross-legged, chewing on roasted meat handed over by the "Bald Tough Guy."

After careful consideration, he chose the "Bald Tough Guy" as the form for his everyday illusion, to avoid getting caught up in inexplicable absurdities.

He squinted at the Prime Minister’s residence in the distance; whatever the Prime Minister could think of, he could too.

Li Xuan then turned his gaze northward.

The demons in Shannan were indeed gone; he would have to find time to take a stroll around the northern area.

After finishing the roasted meat, he dusted off his hands and retrieved the sacrificial paper and brush from Xinci Temple.

He hadn’t been idle these days.

Even though he didn’t find any demons, he had thoroughly understood the power brought by his high Spirit Attribute.

It was a very mystical power.

Also, a power that unlocked some of his past doubts.

He held his breath, concentrating his energy without leaking any of it out.

The Bald Tough Guy prepared the ink beside him.

Li Xuan lifted the brush, dipped it in ink, and maintained the image of a demon with tentacles, tendrils, and rough skin, and began to write on the paper.

The powerful spirit concentrated at the tip of the brush, devoid of any emotions like joy, anger, sadness, or happiness, but was purely spirit.

Soon, a black sun emerged on the paper.

Just by envisioning this sun, one could feel a warmth in their body and a smooth flow of energy, as if it wasn’t a drawing in ink, but something genuinely real.

Without a doubt, this was a fundamental diagram, and it was a much more powerful fundamental diagram than the "Sun Breathing Skill" from the Evergreen Unwithering Skill. At least this fundamental diagram had very low requirements for aptitude.

"Spirit can accumulate; one can condense spirit and transmit it to an object.

And when an object has absorbed enough spirit, it becomes magical.

The fundamental diagram is the product of the spirit condensed by generations of martial artists.

Every cultivator imparts characteristics to the fundamental diagram, causing it to transcend its original level and become essential for stepping into Secret Martial Arts."

"However, this kind of diagram cannot be cultivated into Secret Martial Arts."

"Because this diagram doesn’t connect to that demonic pattern."

"Evidently, this is a dual approach."

"First, there must be a fundamental diagram containing enough spirit; second, the connection must be completed." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Li Xuan came to a conclusion.

While he pondered, his hand continued to gently caress the "black sun" on the diagram.

With this caressing, the white paper became filled with resilience, difficult to destroy.

Then, Li Xuan laughed heartily, throwing the paper with the black sun into the air.

The paper flew, flew, landing on the snow without getting wet, touching the ground without sticking, flying farther and farther.

And even with his eyes closed, Li Xuan could feel a scenic view from a flying perspective.

It was as if the paper flying in the sky had become his eyes and ears.

Wherever the paper flew, his sight followed.

Through experimentation, Li Xuan discovered that as long as his spirit attribute reached around 140 points, he could draw something akin to a Secret Martial Root Map.

And as long as he reached around 190 points, he could plant a "spiritual seed."

The "spiritual seed" is planted on an object.

This causes the object to transform from "ordinary" to "extraordinary," with indestructibility being the first characteristic.

For example, a regular bean, when soaked in water for a few days, would sprout. But if the bean has a "spiritual seed" planted in it, it wouldn’t spoil even after a few years, let alone a single day.

At the same time, the person who plants the "spiritual seed" can also obtain the vision of that object.

In simple terms, if Li Xuan grabs a piece of wood, infuses it with a "spiritual seed," and sticks it in the ground, it’s equivalent to placing an eye.

With numerous thoughts falling, an incense fragrance formed in the void, landed on the flying paper, then transformed into a rainbow of light that fell into a certain "forbidden ground" behind the "Buddha Mother Hall" in Xinci Temple, landing in front of Wei Yao, who was cultivating.

Li Xuan’s words were immediately relayed.

"Let the children cultivate; once they master it, going back to train in other grandmaster techniques will make them progress by leaps and bounds."

After speaking, Li Xuan spread out the paper again.

The Bald Tough Guy continued to prepare the ink.

Li Xuan thought for a moment and continued to draw the fundamental diagrams related to "strength" and "agility," then tossed them to Wei Yao.

...

...

The next day...

Prince Qing’s Mansion.

"Third Sister." Tian Yuan gave birth smoothly, though tired, her face full of joy.

And the visitor was the third miss from the Prime Minister’s mansion.

She was a gentle beauty who loved wearing yellow dresses.

Yan Fangbai, using the name of the Prime Minister’s mansion, brought many supplements as gifts, then dismissed everyone and solemnly began to talk about the matter of "joining Buddhism," along with the hidden benefits and colossal hidden danger.

In Yan Fangbai’s view, only this Tian in the whole Prince Qing’s mansion was the smartest and the easiest to communicate with.

Sure enough, after his explanation, Tian Yuan already understood the peril involved.

She was both surprised and worried, couldn’t help but say: "Buddha Mother is actually Rose!"

Yan Fangbai smiled wryly: "Exactly. When I first heard this news, I was shocked for a while. It’s said that Prince Qing is no ordinary man, who managed to take Buddha Mother into his chambers."

Tian Yuan sighed with a headache, "That’s going to be difficult."

Yan Fangbai responded, "I obviously know it’s difficult."

To Prince Qing, this matter is the "grudge of taking his wife."

To the Buddha, it’s the "grudge of sleeping with his mother."

The fact that they haven’t fought each other is already a miracle.

Naturally, this is largely due to Buddha Mother and the intervention of the great abbot of Xinci Temple; and perhaps thanks to Prince Qing’s disappearance.

But just because Buddha didn’t act personally doesn’t mean he wouldn’t allow others to act, especially when he has a justified reason.

"No matter what, the princess still has to make a quick decision, and get moving to Cyan Wood Province as soon as possible."

Yan Fangbai didn’t even bother visiting Zhao Qingxue.

Because he knew that if someone from Prince Qing’s mansion had to be sacrificed, the little princess would certainly be unwilling.

Tian Yuan obviously understood this too. She held the baby boy in her arms, showing extreme reluctance, but then softly said, "How about mommy takes you to Xinci Temple?"

The baby boy did not cry or make a fuss; his eyes seemed dull, as if no matter what others did to him, he wouldn’t know or care.

Tian Yuan took a deep breath, turned to look at Yan Fangbai, and said, "Third Sister, wait a few more days; I’ve just given birth."

Yan Fangbai nodded.

...

A few days later, Tian Yuan was already able to get out of bed. She was holding and rocking the baby boy when suddenly... a voice from a maid floated from afar.

"Do you know, there are rumors outside saying that the Buddha Mother in the Buddha Mother Hall at Xinci Temple was originally a Rose from our mansion, a concubine handmaiden to Prince Qing."

Tian Yuan’s expression changed instantly, stepping forward to grab a maid, she asked sternly: "Where did this rumor come from?"