My low-key cultivation of immortality was discovered by the emperor in my diary.

Chapter 20 Moon-Slaying Sword Technique, A Spring Breeze in One's Face

Chu Lengyu curiously opened the "Moon-Slaying Sword Technique".

The text above seemed to possess a spirit; as she read it, a hazy figure appeared before her eyes, a figure wielding a sword like the wind, ethereal and otherworldly, demonstrating the four sword moves to her one by one.

Sometimes it resembles the first glimmer of moonlight, hazy and mysterious; other times it is like a shooting star falling to earth, unstoppable.

Exquisitely crafted and incredibly powerful.

Chu Lengyu stared intently at the figure, trying her best to memorize her performance. She carefully pondered each move and stance, attempting to grasp its essence.

Chu Lengyu was about to practice with her sword when she realized that the place was too small to be a proper training ground.

If she were to rashly draw her sword, Du Bujian might just demolish the entire Xuanzhen Temple.

In that case, Uncle Lin would fight her to the death.

Thinking of this, Chu Lengyu could only shake her head helplessly, suppress her excitement, and put the sword technique and the Dudu Sword into her storage bag, waiting for another opportunity later.

It seems she needs to quickly buy a manor outside the city for her to practice swordsmanship. Location and price don't matter, as long as it's quiet and spacious enough.

As Chu Lengyu was pondering this matter, a clear voice called out from outside the door: "Miss, come out and see!"

"Coming," she replied, then pushed open the door with a puzzled look.

Chu Lengyu stepped out of the room, and the scene before her made her slightly stunned.

The once pristine, snow-covered world seemed to awaken quietly overnight. The ice and snow melted, the grass turned tender green, new leaves began to sprout among the trees, and even a few scattered flowers adorned the branches, as if spring had arrived early.

Sensing the lingering spiritual energy nearby, Chu Lengyu suddenly realized that this was caused by the overflow of spiritual energy when she broke through her cultivation level earlier.

Excitement and surprise shone in Lü Yun's eyes. Standing beside Chu Lengyu, she looked at the sudden spring scenery and exclaimed, "Miss, this is truly amazing! I just felt a warm spring breeze, and when I looked again, the outside world had turned into this."

Inside the Xuanzhen Temple, the other Taoist priests and novice monks were also drawn to this unusual sight. They came out of their rooms one after another, discussing the sudden change in astonishment.

It was the dead of winter, so how could a warm wind suddenly blow by, bringing spring to Xuanzhen Temple ahead of time? They looked at each other, completely baffled.

Lin Jiuxiao walked around the temple. His brows were furrowed as he gazed at the garden full of spring colors, his heart filled with doubt.

Moreover, the warm breeze just now felt very comfortable, and he felt his body instantly become much more refreshed, as if he had become several years younger.

The quick-witted young Taoist disciple was the first to speak: "This...this must be the Grandmaster manifesting his power!"

His voice was tinged with excitement and awe.

Upon hearing this, the other Taoist priests and novice priests echoed, "Yes, yes! It's the ancestral master manifesting his power!"

This seems to be the only reason that can explain this unusual scene.

So the Taoist priests and their disciples went to the main hall to do their daily prayers. They recited the Taoist scriptures with piety, as if expressing gratitude and reverence to their patriarch.

Looking from afar, Lüyun asked excitedly, "Miss, do you think it's a divine intervention? But why is he blowing such a gust of wind?"

Seeing this, Chu Lengyu smiled and said softly, "Perhaps the immortal is in a good mood today."

……

The court assembly had already ended.

Chu Wenchen returned to the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion and asked as soon as he entered, "Has Yu'er returned yet?"

The subordinate simply shook his head and asked, "Should we prepare a car to go to Xuanzhen Temple?"

Looking up at the weather, Chu Wenchen replied, "Let's get ready."

"Yes."

Madam Song was waiting in front of the hall.

Although she cried last night, she took good care of herself afterwards, and the tears around her eyes are barely visible now.

Seeing her husband return, she eagerly took the cloak from him and said gently, "There's chicken soup simmering on the stove, would you like to try some, sir?"

Chu Wenchen wanted to say no, since he would leave after resting for a while, but then he remembered Chu Lengyu and paused, saying, "Bring me a cup, I'll take it to Yu'er."

Ms. Song was slightly taken aback. Thinking of what happened last night, she didn't refute and obediently replied, "Okay."

Chu Wen'er heard that her father had returned and had come to see him about something, and happened to overhear this.

She hated Chu Lengyu the most, and the thought of sending her mother's homemade soup to her made her furious.

But having just been reprimanded last night, she could only hum in response and pretend nothing had happened.

Chu Wen'er walked over quickly and said coquettishly, "Father, look, the wound on my face is almost healed. Please let me go to the snow appreciation banquet."

Although I fell and hurt myself on the path last time, it was just a minor cut that could be easily covered up with some powder.

Chu Wen'er rarely received an invitation from a princess, and she was unwilling to miss it.

If she doesn't go, but others do, then isn't she just being looked down upon for no reason?

When Chu Wenchen saw her arrive, he didn't even bother with a greeting and immediately started telling her what he wanted to do. His impetuousness made him uneasy.

Doesn't he know his daughter well enough? If she were to actually stand in front of the princess, it would be a miracle if she didn't cause trouble.

That's why they immediately declined the snow-viewing banquet, using Chu Wen'er's fall as an excuse.

It's better not to go than to lose face.

But his daughter was determined to go, feeling that it would be shameful not to go, and Chu Wenchen didn't know what to say to her.

Looking around, Song was unsure which side to support, so she simply kept quiet to avoid saying the wrong thing again.

The father and daughter were at an impasse when a voice came from the gatehouse announcing that the steward had arrived: "Master, Madam, someone from the palace has come."

The mother and daughter were startled, and Chu Wenchen immediately stood up, asking somewhat nervously, "Can you say what you've come here for?"

"He said it was an invitation to a snow-viewing banquet," the butler replied respectfully.

The three of them breathed a sigh of relief in unison.

Remembering the words Chu Wenchen had used to scare her last night, Song was terrified that Chu Lengyu might have done something treasonous, even something that could lead to the extermination of nine generations of her family. Her heart was still pounding with fear.

Her face turned pale, and she quickly said, "Then I'll take Wen'er downstairs first."

After saying that, he reached out to take his daughter's hand.

Chu Wen'er dodged her hand, raised her head, and said confidently, "I'm not leaving. Maybe the princess knows I'm not going and has sent someone to invite me again?"

"This..." Madam Song was also unsure, and turned to look at her husband.

Chu Wenchen waved his hand casually: "If she wants to stay, let her stay here. Butler, invite her in."

A short while later, Eunuch Qiu, dressed in official robes, entered the hall.

Although Chu Wenchen didn't know who he was, he always treated people from the palace with great care.

Don't underestimate a eunuch. If you offend him and he holds a grudge, he might stir up trouble for important people in the future. That would be a huge loss.

"Meet the Duke of Zhenguo."

"You're too kind, Father-in-law."

Eunuch Qiu and Chu Wenchen exchanged greetings, and Chu Wen'er followed her father's lead and bowed as well, though somewhat perfunctorily. Her eyes darted around, waiting for her father-in-law to say what she wanted to hear.