It would take a month to travel from Peaceful City to Yan Jing City, the capital of the Yan Kingdom. In fact, with Yang Xuan's speed, it would take less than a month. However, the journey was slow and there was no need to rush.
Yang Xuan simply let go of everything. He sat in the carriage every day and cultivated in peace. After a few days, he felt that the Spiritual Qi in his body had improved a lot.
On this day, Yang Xuan sat cross-legged in the carriage as usual. The five-colored nebula in his body rotated slowly. All kinds of Spiritual Qi between heaven and earth flowed into Yang Xuan's body. In the blink of an eye, it became part of the five-colored nebula and strengthened Yang Xuan's power.
Two beautiful maids sat quietly on the side and secretly looked at Yang Xuan from time to time.
They had been sent to the Imperial Palace since they were young. Since they were young, they had received training on how to serve others. They had long been aware that one day, they would be sent to the side of one person. From then on, they would be together for life, and their lives would be in the hands of that person.
Before coming this time, they were very scared when they learned that they were going to serve a Primordial Master.
The sisters who were trained with them once said that Primordial Masters were old men with wrinkles on their faces. They were also eccentric people who would kill people if they were dissatisfied.
After hearing this, they were very scared and unwilling. However, this kind of thing was never up to them. Even if they were to serve a beggar, they could only accept their fate.
However, after seeing Yang Xuan, they found that Yang Xuan was so young. Although he was not very handsome, his facial features were regular. Looking carefully, he had a different temperament and was very attractive. Moreover, Yang Xuan's body exuded a special smell that made them very comfortable.
Is this the smell of a man? Oh, it's so embarrassing.
They thought with blushing faces.
Originally, they were afraid that Yang Xuan was eccentric and difficult to serve. However, during this period of time, they found that Yang Xuan was very easy-going except for being cold and not speaking much. Even if they did not serve him well sometimes, Yang Xuan did not blame them. Slowly, they put down their worries and became happy.
The fate of palace maids like them was very tragic. They entered the palace from a young age to train them to serve men. It was not up to them to choose. Whether their master was good or bad, old or young, ugly or beautiful, they did not know in advance. They resigned themselves to fate. Once they were sent out, they could never return to the palace. Whether they lived or died, it was up to their master.
Even when some of their sisters were sent out and news of their deaths came a few days later, no one would say a word.
In comparison, being able to meet a master like Yang Xuan was already a blessing from the heavens. How could they possibly have any other thoughts? For a moment, the two beautiful girls were starting to become unswervingly loyal to Yang Xuan.
While the two were thinking nonsense with red faces, Yang Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and said, "What are you looking at?"
"Ah?" The two did not expect Yang Xuan to discover their peeping. Shocked, they quickly knelt down and said in fear, "Master, we …"
Yang Xuan did not care. He looked at the slightly taller and charming woman on the left and said, "En … you are called Xiao Mei!"
The maid was stunned and quickly said, "Yes, master, I am called Xiao Mei!"
Yang Xuan looked at the slightly smaller and more delicate maid on the right and said, "You are called Xiao Die?"
The maid hurriedly said, "Yes, master!"
Yang Xuan let out a long 'oh' and did not comment. He waved his hand to signal them to sit down again and said, "Xiao Mei, call Yan Feiwen over for me!"
"Yes!" Xiao Mei responded and secretly clicked her tongue at the same time. Only her master dared to call His Highness by his name. But looking at His Highness, he seemed to be very happy.
When Xiao Mei opened the curtains and shouted, Yan Feiwen had already appeared beside the window on his horse and said, "Grandmaster Yang, you were looking for me?"
Yang Xuan approached the window. Xiao Mei quickly moved Yang Xuan's soft couch over and piled the bedding behind Yang Xuan. She served Yang Xuan comfortably by the window. Xiao Die poured a cup of fragrant tea and handed it to Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan took a sip of the fragrant tea. A delicate fragrance flowed down from the tip of his tongue and down his esophagus. It was very comfortable.
This tea was called Dark Night Fragrance. It only grew in the extreme cold of the north and could only be picked at night. It was very rare. Yan Feiwen had brought it out of the palace.
When Yang Xuan drank it, he immediately liked the taste. He had been drinking this tea for the past few days. Yan Feiwen saw that he liked it and was also happy in his heart.
Yang Xuan handed the teacup to Xiao Die. Xiao Die turned around and gently placed it to the side. Then she leaned on Yang Xuan's leg and sat down. She placed Yang Xuan's leg on her thigh and gently hammered it.
Yang Xuan leaned against the window and said to Yan Feiwen, "I want to ask you something!"
Yan Feiwen quickly urged his horse closer and whispered, "Grandmaster Yang, please speak!"
Yang Xuan said, "Do you know the Cold Mountain School?"
Yan Feiwen's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise. He said, "The Cold Mountain School is a martial arts sect in my Yan territory. I don't know where Grandmaster Yang heard this name!"
Yang Xuan was originally just casually asking, but he did not think that Yan Feiwen would actually know. His interest was immediately piqued, and he said, "When I killed Sun Chongming that day, he said that he was an elder of the Cold Mountain School!"
Only then did Yan Feiwen understand. He said, "The Cold Mountain School is a cultivation sect in the Yan territory. However, this sect is very mysterious. The royal intelligence doesn't even know the location of this sect. I only heard that it's in the Cold Mountain Range. However, no one has seen it. Moreover, the disciples of the Cold Mountain School rarely move around! Therefore, I don't know the strength of this sect. I only heard that there are Xiantian masters in it. "
He paused and continued, "Many years ago, my father sent out a large number of people to find the location of the Cold Mountain School. He wanted to invite a Xiantian master to be my Yan's protector. However, he couldn't find it until the end. He could only give up!"
Yang Xuan asked curiously, "Under such a search, you still couldn't find the location of the Cold Mountain School?"
Yan Feiwen shook his head and said, "Grandmaster Yang doesn't know. In fact, these cultivation sects have very little contact with the secular forces. It's like two different worlds. Especially those sects with Xiantian masters in charge. They're detached from worldly matters. They're very mysterious!"
Speaking of this, his eyes flashed with a hint of yearning. He continued, "In the eyes of these forces, the imperial power of the secular world is just a fleeting cloud. It's not worth mentioning!" His words were full of sighs and endless yearning for the Xiantian realm.
In the face of absolute power, all the prosperity of the human world was like clay chickens and pottery dogs. They couldn't withstand a single blow. This was also the reason why every country spared no effort to invite Xiantian masters to become their protectors. If a country lost the protection of a protector, then it would be annihilated in an instant and be nibbled away by other countries. The reality was so cruel.
Yang Xuan listened to Yan Feiwen's words and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It seemed that no matter where one went, strength was the most important thing. Without strength, everything was in vain.
The two chatted along the way and the sky gradually darkened. When they passed by a large lake, Yan Feiwen gave an order and ordered the caravan to set up camp and spend the night here. The soldiers loudly agreed. It could be seen that these soldiers were very loyal to Yan Feiwen and followed his orders.
After a while, countless marching tents were set up and bonfires slowly rose. Not long after, the smell of barbecue spread out, making people salivate.
Yang Xuan's tent was quite spacious and comfortable. It was warm and was located in the center of the camp. However, sitting in the carriage for a long time made him feel stuffy. He strolled out of the tent and walked around casually.
Wang Wu had been waiting outside the tent. When he saw Yang Xuan come out, he quickly followed.
Yang Xuan walked along. Wherever he went, everyone would stop what they were doing and respectfully salute Yang Xuan. The reverence in their eyes was undisguised.
The highest cultivation among these soldiers was only Level Seven Internal Force. They felt respect for a Xiantian master, especially one who was a protector of the country.
If it wasn't for the protector of the country, their home would have been trampled to dust by the enemy. From this point of view, every protector of the country was highly respected.
Yang Xuan nodded casually. After a while, they arrived at the lakeside. Under the light of the moon and the bonfire, the lake sparkled. It was very beautiful and intoxicating.
Behind him, a person put a pure black cloak on Yang Xuan. It was the considerate Xiao Mei. After putting the cloak on Yang Xuan, she quietly stood behind Yang Xuan.
After a while, the lively and adorable Xiao Die bounced over. Before she arrived, her bell-like voice rang out first.
"Master, master, the lamb leg they roasted smells so good!"
Yang Xuan couldn't help but smile. Before he could speak, Xiao Mei reprimanded, "Xiao Die, how can you be so presumptuous in front of master!"
At this time, Xiao Die ran in front of Yang Xuan. In her hand was a steaming lamb leg. She stuck out her tongue and looked very cute.
Yang Xuan smiled and said, "It's okay!"
Only then did Xiao Die smile again. She handed the whole lamb leg to Yang Xuan and said mischievously, "Master, I brought you the most fragrant lamb leg. Have a taste!"
The two of them had been locked up in the palace since they were young and had never left. Now that they were out of the palace, everything was new to them, so they were very happy.
However, Xiao Mei had always been steady and attentive. She always played the role of a big sister. On the other hand, Xiao Die was innocent and naive. She was very naughty and cute.
Yang Xuan took the lamb leg. A fragrance instantly entered his nostrils. He couldn't help but feel his appetite. With a flick of his finger, a piece of lamb was already in his mouth. He felt that there was no rank odor at all. It was crispy and very delicious.
"Not bad!" He said. His fingers exerted a little force and divided the lamb into four portions. He handed two portions to Xiao Mei and Xiao Die and said, "You two also have a taste!"
Xiao Mei said, "We're not hungry. Master, eat first!" Xiao Die looked at the lamb leg eagerly, almost drooling.
Yang Xuan tossed one of the pieces of lamb meat to Wang Wu. Seeing him catch it in a fluster, Yang Xuan chuckled and handed the other two pieces of lamb meat to the two girls. "I told you to eat, so eat!"
The two girls took the lamb. Xiao Mei opened her mouth and ate in small bites. On the other hand, Xiao Die couldn't wait to take a big bite. Her little face was covered in oil.
Yang Xuan found it interesting. He couldn't help but smile and feel happy.
Since leaving the Yang family, he was like a dragon entering the sea. He no longer had to suppress himself. He did everything according to his heart without any scruples.
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