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Afterwards, Chen Qingfeng, led by a servant of the Prime Minister's residence, went to Lin Wan'er's boudoir.
Normally, Lin Wan'er lives in the royal villa and rarely returns to the Prime Minister's residence.
After all, her identity was different; she was the illegitimate daughter of Lin Ruofu and the eldest princess.
Living openly in the Prime Minister's residence would likely attract a lot of criticism.
After Chen Qingfeng left, the smile on Lin Ruofu's face gradually faded, replaced by a solemn expression.
"How could this young man be the dissolute playboy that the outside world has made him out to be?"
"His eyes and brows seemed to conceal distant mountains, and his speech was as clear as rivers."
"Ordinary words are merely a fraction of his ink on paper; what remains unsaid is the vast ocean of meaning beneath the inkstone."
"Even I, an old man, cannot see through it."
"I wonder if entrusting the future of the Prime Minister's residence to him was the right or wrong decision?"
As he spoke, Lin Ruofu took a deep breath before picking up the book on the table and starting to read it. What else could it be but Dream of the Red Chamber?
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On the other side, Chen Qingfeng arrived at Lin Wan'er's boudoir, led by a servant from the Prime Minister's residence.
Inside the room, the candlelight was soft.
Lin Wan'er was leaning against the window, looking at Chen Qingfeng's Dream of the Red Chamber.
The door slowly opened, and Lin Wan'er looked up when she heard the noise.
Upon seeing that it was Chen Qingfeng, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.
"Qingfeng, what brings you here?"
Chen Qingfeng approached and gently brushed his fingertips across her cheek.
"Of course I miss you."
Lin Wan'er's cheeks flushed slightly, her long eyelashes trembled like startled butterfly wings, and her originally clear eyes were now shimmering with watery light.
"You... why do you start making fun of me right away?"
"By the way, does Father know you've come to the Prime Minister's residence?" 227
Chen Qingfeng nodded and said:
"It was Prime Minister Lin who invited me to his residence for a chat."
Lin Wan'er breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that Chen Qingfeng had secretly sneaked into the Prime Minister's residence.
It would be bad if this were discovered.
After chatting for a while, Chen Qingfeng directly hugged Lin Wan'er.
"Qingfeng, what are you doing?"
Chen Qingfeng smiled mischievously and said:
"Don't you understand what I want to do, Wan'er?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Wan'er blushed like a kitten.
Before long, the candlelight flickered and the curtains were gently lowered.
Chen Qingfeng's fingertips, like ink-dipped brushes, traced winding curves on Lin Wan'er's fair skin.
Her clothes were loosened slightly, like spring breezes brushing down petals, layer upon layer.
Until the most tender core is exposed.
Beneath the bed curtains, overlapping shadows were cast on the gauze canopy, like two vines entwined and clinging together, indistinguishable from one another.
……
After leaving the Prime Minister's residence, Chen Qingfeng went straight back to his own home.
These days, whenever he has free time, he practices the art of immortality.
With the blessing of various elixirs.
He could feel that he was getting closer and closer to the fourth level of the Divine Power Realm, the Yin-Yang Realm.
"The Soul-Replenishing Pill can enhance the soul strength of a cultivator!"
"The Purple Dragon Pill can enhance a cultivator's physical strength!"
"..."
Chen Qingfeng took out various pills, consumed them, then sat cross-legged, circulated his qi, and began to cultivate.
After a period of cultivation, it was already late at night.
"Whoosh..."
Chen Qingfeng let out a long sigh and muttered to himself with emotion:
"Cultivating immortality techniques in this world is truly exceptionally difficult!"
"Without the rewards from the system's daily check-in, there simply wouldn't be enough resources to support cultivation."
"However, the feeling of cultivating immortality is truly indescribable."
Having already mastered the cultivation of the Immortal Life Technique, Chen Qingfeng knew that above the tenth level of the Physical Body Secret Realm was the tenth level of the Divine Power Secret Realm.
If one can break through the Divine Power Realm, one can step into the tenth level of the Longevity Realm.
The first level of the Longevity Realm, the Myriad Lifespan Realm, alone can grant a cultivator a lifespan of ten thousand years, making them a giant of all ages!
After a moment's thought, Chen Qingfeng snapped out of his reverie and sighed:
"Right now, I am only at the third level of the Divine Power Realm, the Heavenly Gang Realm."
"The secret realm of immortality is still too far away!"
"However, if we continue to cultivate steadily, it is not impossible to achieve it."
"Besides, I always felt that breaking through from the Heavenly Gang Realm to the Yin-Yang Realm required more than just pills."
Thinking of this, Chen Qingfeng frowned slightly, lost in thought.
After thinking for a while, he suddenly thought of something.
"I understand!"
"To comprehend the transformation of Yin and Yang, one must achieve a breakthrough in spirit and mind; it relies on enlightenment, which can no longer be achieved through material means."
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Chapter 83: Emperor Qing's Nightmare, Ye Qingmei Resurrected?! The Tomb at Taiping Villa!
Time flies.
In the blink of an eye, several days have passed.
On this day, Chen Qingfeng woke up from his cultivation.
"Although it is said that breaking through to the Yin-Yang realm requires enlightenment."
"But I possess extraordinary comprehension, which doesn't seem to have any impact on me."
"In other words, others cannot break through to the Yin-Yang realm by accumulating material wealth, but for me, there is no such limitation."
Chen Qingfeng suddenly realized and couldn't help but smile.
He felt something was missing when he was cultivating.
After thinking it through, I realized that to break through, I needed to delve into enlightenment.
But upon waking up, he remembered that the system had previously rewarded him with extraordinary comprehension.
For him, there was no need for any kind of enlightenment.
With such extraordinary comprehension, isn't it just a matter of minutes?
It should be noted that back then, Shadow only demonstrated the Shadowless Technique in front of him, and Chen Qingfeng immediately grasped it. When he used it, he was even no less skilled than Shadow.
After a moment's thought, Chen Qingfeng decided on the direction of his cultivation.
They continued to accumulate various elixirs to strengthen their soul and body.
Once the internal energy within him reaches its full potential, and with the added boost of his extraordinary comprehension, he can break through to the Yin-Yang realm, the fourth level of the Divine Power Secret Realm.
After figuring this out, Chen Qingfeng changed his clothes, got up, and left.
Before long, he arrived at the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion.
Earlier, Chen Qingfeng secretly brought Ye Qingmei's body back from Taiping Villa.
After using the Immortal Herb on Ye Qingmei, she was kept recuperating in the secret room of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion.
Sang Wen accompanied Chen Qingfeng to the secret room.
“Young master, she is in better condition than before.”
Sang Wen spoke up.
When she had nothing to do, she would come to the secret room to take care of Ye Qingmei, without feeling scared at all.
After all, Chen Qingfeng had said that the woman in the coffin was his mother.
Hearing what Sang Wen said, Chen Qingfeng nodded and walked straight to the crystal-clear coffin.
Looking down, one could see that Ye Qingmei's face inside the coffin had regained its color.
The emerald green veins of the immortal herb were faintly visible beneath her skin, moving like living things to repair every inch of her damage.
Chen Qingfeng slowly reached out and gently touched the coffin.
With a little perception, one can sense the increasingly strong life fluctuations within Ye Qingmei's body.
"almost!"
"Based on this level of repair."
"Mother will be able to wake up in a month."
Chen Qingfeng murmured.