Listen, it's so obvious.
Immortal Gods—Qi Refiners—Qi Martial Arts.
This is definitely a decline in spiritual energy.
If the disappearance of Qi Martial Arts in the end is because some senior severed the Dragon Vein, closing off the Heavenly Path, then it's basically the same as the decline of spiritual energy in my previous life (?).
Could it be that I'm lucky enough to have caught the revival of spiritual energy?
Lin Meiyu glared at the distracted person, then, as expected, mentioned a word: "According to the Daoist master, Qi refining cultivates external Qi, spiritual energy."
“It might be that the world shattered, or maybe that Emperor did something, or some other reason, but the spiritual energy is gradually declining.”
“In the end, it disappeared, and the seniors modified the scriptures, completely eliminating the parts about Qi and blood in Qi and Blood Martial Arts, focusing on body refinement, which became the current cultivation system.”
“I suspect that spiritual energy has started to appear!”
Little Sister, are you reminding me to take advantage of the absence of big shots and quickly destroy temples and collect scriptures?
“So, the feeling of something throbbing in my body recently, isn't it a breakthrough, but the emergence of Qi and Blood?”
As soon as Li Xuan finished speaking, Lin Daiyu narrowed her eyes.
Just about to tease him, "I know your hidden realm," but then suddenly remembered that she was also similar...
Taking out her handkerchief to wipe the fine sweat from her forehead, Lin Meiyu reminded him:
“Fourth Brother Xuan, let's stop here for today.”
“I remember you still need to report for duty, don't be late.”
“Thank you, Little Sister,” Li Xuan dropped his random thoughts and turned to Qingwen, "Get a box of glass beads and give them to Little Sister to play with."
“No, Fourth Brother Xuan, that's too expensive.”
“If you send some flowers or plants, something with some thought behind it, Little Sister would accept it.”
“But even the most inferior glass beads would cost at least a hundred taels of silver, let alone a whole box. Fourth Brother Xuan, you're about to take on your post, you need money. Don't try to save face and spend beyond your means.”
With just this little information, you're asking for thousands, even tens of thousands, from someone else.
They're not rich.
Would you really feel comfortable accepting it?
Li Xuan knew Lin Daiyu's character.
As she said, if he was wealthy, she wouldn't be shy about taking it.
So he said softly, "Little Sister, don't worry.”
“I've improved the method of making glass, though I can only make the most inferior kind now, but it's so much easier than before.”
“This box doesn't cost much, it's for Little Sister to play with.”
“If you sell it, one or two boxes are fine, but more would be a problem.”
Hearing this, Lin Daiyu finally took the box from Qingwen’s hand.
She smiled, "Fourth Brother Xuan, don't worry, I'll keep your new method a secret. I didn't realize, Brother, that you also had such talent in business."
“You're exaggerating, Little Sister.”
…
After sending Lin Meiyu off, finishing breakfast and then brunch, Li Xuan rode his horse to the Jinyiwei Northern Garrison Commandery he had inquired about earlier to report for duty.
As expected, there was no difficulty whatsoever.
Hilarious, the Emperor might pay attention, and the other party is still living in the Rongguo Mansion, who dares to complain?
Those you can't provoke, you don't provoke.
Those you can provoke, whose family doesn't have the ability to get a better position!
Joining, assignment, receiving clothes, weapons, and identification, briefing.
It's worth mentioning that the clothes weren't the Flying Fish Robe, that's for the top brass, ninety-nine point nine nine percent of those below wear green (various colors) brocade robes.
The Flying Fish Robe, Bullfighting Robe, Kirin Robe, and Python Robe, all have regulations.
Wearing the wrong one is called "overstepping your position", and your whole family gets their heads chopped off.
Li Xuan finished his joining procedures and went to the Southern Garrison Commandery to take care of his own file.
First, he went to pay his respects to the directly affiliated Thousand Household Officer.
Then he met with his two subordinate Captains and ten subordinate Lieutenants to get acquainted.
Before he even had a chance to gather the forty Red-Robe Riders (Junior Officers) and sixty lowest-ranking Black-Robe Riders (Strongmen) below them.
A Strongman came over and said that the Loyal King wanted to see him.
Although the Jinling Li family wasn't aware of much about the martial world, they were familiar with the court.
His uncle Li Shouchong had said that during the time of the late Crown Prince, the old loyal King, Prince Yi, who had spoken out against the Emperor and forced his way into the palace, there had been a melee among the princes, resulting in the deaths of countless imperial sons.
When the Emperor suppressed the capital and the surrounding areas, he discovered that almost all of the capable princes had fallen at the hands of their brothers, the ones still alive had dirty hands and hearts.
He became ill from anger and sorrow.
Both out of fear that he might not survive and that he was disheartened and lazy.
He then pushed his fourth son, the only one who was the right age and still pure, onto the throne, while he himself retired behind the scenes to recuperate.
This Loyal King was the then-young seventeenth imperial son, the current Emperor's half-brother.
He was deeply trusted by the Emperor and was in charge of the Jinyiwei.
I wonder what he wants me for.
Li Xuan was puzzled.
He followed the Strongman through twists and turns, entering the office area of the Northern Garrison Commandery.
Someone announced, "Your Highness, Hundred Household Officer Li Xuan has arrived!”
After a moment of silence, a voice came from inside, "Let him in."
Li Xuan walked in confidently.
He cast a glance around, noticing there were quite a few people present, and bowed to the man sitting at the top, "Your subordinate, Jinyiwei Hundred Household Officer Li Xuan, greets the Grand Marshal's Deputy, greets all the officials!"
The highest rank in the Jinyiwei is supposed to be the Commander, which is a third-rank official.
But who says there aren't any above-average people?
For example, the Loyal King, as a prince in charge of the Jinyiwei, needs to be given some honorary titles.
That's how he got this first-rank title, Grand Marshal's Deputy.
As for why he addressed the Loyal King with the internal name for the Jinyiwei, rather than addressing him as Prince...
It's called showing loyalty, okay?
It's not that you don't have the ability to tell which position is higher!
"You may rise."
The Loyal King's voice was very young.
Li Xuan subtly glanced over, discovering that he was indeed, as rumors had it, a man with a feminine appearance, and he was seated in a wheelchair, looking rather like Yu Huatian.
This uncle, Li Shouchong, had also said that he had lost both legs below the knee in the past.
“Your father was a good man, the Emperor naturally wouldn't be unfair in his dealings.”
“You are still young, it's not good to be promoted too quickly, so you are given a Flying Fish Robe and a Brocade-Embroidered Sabre, you are allowed to wear them all the time, always be loyal and dedicated, and your future will be bright and strong.”
As he spoke, he waved his right hand, and a Thousand Household Officer, who was waiting beside him, brought the items over with envy and respect.
This meant that Li Xuan was basically allowed to wear the Flying Fish Robe as his daily attire, a sign of favor.
You know, even if it is a gift, according to the rules, you can only wear it on important occasions (like sacrifices, etc.).
"Thank you for the Emperor's gift, I'm deeply grateful for the Emperor's kindness, I will never forget it, your subordinate will die for the Emperor."
After thanking the Emperor, Li Xuan took the items.
The Loyal King continued,
“I heard you've entered the ranks of martial arts?”
“Then work hard, without my help, stand before me sooner rather than later.”
“Alright, go.”
Li Xuan said, "Yes."
After the man had left, a close attendant asked in confusion,
"Your Highness, he is the son of a meritorious subject, why not keep him by your side and cultivate him?"
"Entering the ranks before the age of twelve, I am confident that I can train him well, another Hundred-Man Slayer (Sixth Rank)!"
"No rush, no rush," the Loyal King said, smiling and tapping his fingers, "The key is that he is too young, if we promote him now, it will be troublesome if he has nowhere else to go later."
"With his talent, he doesn't need any cultivation in martial arts."
“With my care, he'll grow up best if he climbs the ranks from the bottom up!”