The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

Chapter 238 Fusion Level 3

With a smile in her exquisite eyes, she tightened her arms and did not let Zi'an leave. She picked up the chopsticks and began to feed Zi'an: "Well, I'll feed An'an."

Linglong leaned close to Zi'an's ear and spoke these words in a low and ambiguous voice.

Zi'an's ears felt hot unconsciously, and he felt that Linglong's words were ambiguous. He opened his mouth and ate the food that Linglong brought to his lips.

Seeing this, Linglong's expression became even softer.

...?

The news of Princess Nanling's return spread like wildfire, and the major families were eyeing the Princess's Mansion covetously.

When the Princess's carriage was being prepared at the Princess's Mansion, many people were already watching from all directions, both in the dark and in the light.

Under the heavy snow, guards with swords filed out of the Princess's Mansion in an orderly manner and surrounded the area in front of the Princess's Mansion to a safe distance.

Some people who had braved the snow to join in the fun suddenly quieted down when they saw this scene and stared at the vermilion gate quietly.

The lively atmosphere suddenly quieted down.

The cold wind was howling and the snow was falling heavily.

Soon, a man and a woman in gorgeous red clothes walked out of the gate.

The woman's appearance is like a frosty fairy, and the man is handsome and proud.

One is cold and the other is delicate, they are like a couple in a painting, very well matched.

Linglong frowned as she looked at the scene in front of her, turned sideways to pull Zi'an's fox fur closer, picked him up sideways, and dodged until he was already standing on the carriage.

Ming Si, who had been waiting beside the carriage in advance, opened the door quickly. Without stopping, he carried the person into the carriage covered with warm jade.

This scene happened in just a moment. Except for those with high levels of cultivation, no one could see how Linglong moved, and the person had already disappeared from the spot.

When some cultivators who had some cultivation but not at a high level saw this, their faces became solemn.

Linglong entered the carriage and snapped her fingers. A barrier fell around the carriage. In an instant, the cold disappeared and warmth replaced it.

Immortal cultivators are not afraid of the cold, but in a world cleansed and replaced by spiritual energy, the winter that seems cold to ordinary people is like icy needles piercing their bones in the eyes of immortal cultivators. Only spiritual power can protect their bodies to resist.

But it is precisely in such an environment that cultivation can be qualitatively improved.

Zi'an sensed the fluctuations of the formation, blinked, looked up at Linglong, and exclaimed: "Sister, how far have you come in your cultivation?"

The ability to set up a formation without using any hand gestures is not something that can be done by those below the level of Spirit Transformation.

"The third stage of fusion." This simple sentence made Zi'an swallow his saliva subconsciously, and he murmured again, "What is the third stage?"

If he remembered correctly, the cultivation levels of cultivators are low-level Qi training, middle-stage, late-stage... foundation building, golden elixir, Nascent Soul, spirit transformation, refining emptiness, fusion, and godhood.

Just one step away and Linglong will become a god.

Linglong sat down on the cushion, put the dazed man on her lap with amusement, and helped him loosen the thin straps of the fox fur coat. "The third level of fusion, only one step away from becoming a god."

Becoming a god only took her a thought, but once she had the thought, she suppressed it.

Shock flashed across Zi'an's proud face, his brown pupils widened in shock, and his rosy lips were half open.

Arrogance and charm are intertwined, seducing people without them realizing it.

Seeing this, Linglong's throat tightened and she couldn't help but lower her head and kissed those soft lips, grinding them gently.

Zi'an breathed rapidly, raised his hands to wrap around Linglong's neck, and responded to her seriously.

Linglong had a soft heart, and when Zi'an could hardly breathe, she let him go, and placed her palm on his back, gently easing his breath.

"So, there's no need to suppress your temper, just do whatever you want to do."

What she learned from Ming Si and the others was that Zi'an was cautious, unhappy, self-abased and self-blaming.

Her An An shouldn't be like this, he should be a carefree nobleman!

Zi'an understood Linglong's hidden meaning and subconsciously tightened his arms around Linglong. He leaned his head against Linglong's neck and responded obediently.

"Okay, An An will remember this."

Linglong lowered her eyes and tucked the hair on Zian's cheek behind his ear. Seeing the fatigue between his brows, she whispered, "Why don't you take a rest if you are tired?"

Zi'an did not refuse. He leaned in Linglong's arms and closed his eyes.

The tension that had been stretched all the time finally relaxed under Linglong's repeated soothing. The physical fatigue and mental ups and downs forced him to fall into a deep sleep in an instant.

The carriage began to shake, and the jade bells on the carriage began to tinkle because of the cold wind.

Linglong relaxed her body to let Zi'an lean more comfortably. A white light flashed, and a soft and small Youxue appeared in the carriage.

Looking at Youxue sinking into the plush carpet, he asked, "Have you consolidated your cultivation?"

Youxue jumped onto the table and saw the husband sleeping in the master's arms. She tilted her head and lowered her voice a little embarrassedly: "Okay."

The master is too talented. As she improves her cultivation, her own cultivation will also increase without any practice, and it only needs to consolidate its cultivation.

To be honest, it gained all its skills by lying down.

Seeing Youxue hesitant and hesitant, Linglong glanced at it, adjusted An's sleeping position, used one hand to pour a cup of hot tea and sniffed it, then asked consciously: "What do you want to ask?"

Youxue lay on the table, her consciousness was sluggish: "Master, I found that your seven emotions and six desires are different, but I can't find out what it is! Could it be because you shared your spiritual power with the master husband?"

After he finished speaking, the whole beast wilted.

It's also a guardian beast, but it's incompetent.

Linglong paused holding the cup, curled the corners of her lips slightly, and took a sip of the spiritual tea.

"I forgot about your identity as a guardian beast."

After saying this, she put down the teacup and stroked Zi'an's sleep points with her fingertips, causing him to fall into a deep sleep.

"The power of the soul has returned after An An and I combined."

Now her soul is strong, Zi'an's soul cannot be integrated with her own soul power, and has been taken back by her.

As he spoke, his white palm turned upwards, and a ball of ink-black fog, carrying a terrifying and dark aura, enveloped the entire carriage.

A repressed feeling of suffocation arises.

When Youxue saw this, her indigo eyes turned into a dot, and the whole beast became alert, with its fur standing up.

Just as the air was about to twist, Linglong clenched her hand and the black mist exploded and dissipated.

Youxue didn't have time to relax, she looked at Linglong in horror, and said in a trembling childish voice: "Master, is this demonic energy?"

Her delicate and elegant features remained calm as she poured another cup of tea and said calmly, "Well, it was derived from my evil thoughts."

She was also Long Wei's host, but she didn't say the last sentence.

Since there are seven emotions and six desires, how can there be no evil thoughts?

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Youxue was so frightened that her paws went limp and she fell on the table.

The demon created by the master, if the master's mind is controlled by the demon, wouldn't it be a disaster for all living beings?

No wonder I felt a sense of disobedience when I saw my master this time!

The owner did not change on the surface, and was still cold and distant to people other than the master's husband. But in fact, it was in tune with the owner's mind and realized that the owner was even more rational and ruthless than two years ago.

My thoughts gradually drifted away.

The higher the level of cultivation, the heavier the evil thoughts. If one wants to become a god, one must cut off all emotions and love. Therefore, those who want to become gods must attain enlightenment.

Otherwise, once God gets emotional, the sky will collapse and the earth will split, and all living things will suffer.

Is the master going to kill the husband? Thinking of this, the beast looked at Linglong and Zi'an in her arms in horror.

Because he was her guardian beast and had a soul contract with her, she could sense Youxue's emotional ups and downs.