The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 709: I Am Actually a Nascent Soul Cultivator!

Chapter 709: I Am Actually a Nascent Soul Cultivator!

"I am actually a Nascent Soul cultivator!" Qing Feng repeated again, his excitement palpable.

"..." Nanli pursed her lips, trying to imagine what kind of feelings Siheng must have had toward this elder of his in the past.

After a moment’s hesitation, she asked, "Zen Master Cinian, is he truly just a filler, then?"

Qing Feng grew slightly irritated. How could such an outstanding person like him possibly be just a filler?!

"Zen Master, you’re a monk, so you must speak the truth!" he urged.

Cinian sighed, clearly exasperated. "When Jifeng Celestial Sovereign was in charge of Jialan, I rarely interacted with him. Qingwu and the second elder were personally appointed by the old patriarch. As for Qing Feng, you were personally taught and promoted by Jifeng Celestial Sovereign, which is why, at such a young age, you gained fame in the Immortal World with your swordsmanship."

Qing Feng’s excitement grew as his back straightened. He knew it all along—he was a cultivator with true skill. Once he returned to his real body, he would surely rise to power once more in the Immortal World!

At that moment, Qingyang returned.

"Your Highness!" Qingyang, dressed in full combat gear, was clearly pleased, though his demeanor remained calm and composed.

"Qingyang!" Qing Feng’s eyes lit up, eager to show off. "I have great news to tell you."

Seeing Qing Feng’s smug grin, almost as if his tail was about to wag off, Qingyang couldn’t help but laugh. "What great news?"

"For me, it’s a great joy, but for you..." Qing Feng paused dramatically. "It’s not such a good thing, because the gap between us is widening. And with your mortal body, you won’t be able to stay by the Prince’s side much longer."

After all, the Prince was a Celestial Sovereign, and someone as outstanding as Qing Feng was needed to follow him and show loyalty. As for someone like Qingyang, he might even need the Prince to save him one day.

Qingyang, increasingly confused by Qing Feng’s words, asked, "What do you mean? You’re being vague, explain clearly."

But before Qing Feng could answer, Nanli furrowed her brow and said, "Wait... Qingyang, you’re also a lotus body?"

Cinian chuckled. "Haha! This one is the second elder under Jifeng Celestial Sovereign! His lotus body is even more exquisite. Without a discerning eye, it’s hard to tell. And... the second elder here only has a trace of his soul remaining."

Qing Feng froze. The second elder? That meant he was one rank above him!

"What?" Qingyang asked, looking puzzled. "Your Highness, what are you talking about? I don’t understand."

Cinian explained, "It’s simple. Your Prince is Jifeng Celestial Sovereign, and you’re the second elder under him. This one beside you is the third elder. It’s strange though—when Qing Feng was reincarnated here, he used his real name, but you’re called Qingyang?"

Qing Feng immediately responded, "It must be because I’m more favored!"

But Qingyang asked, "Then what is my real name?"

Cinian seemed to think of something and raised an eyebrow. "Qiao Nanyi."

However, Qingyang wasn’t interested in hearing that. Instead, he turned to Nanli and asked, "What is my real name?"

Nanli frowned, as this situation seemed somewhat familiar. It reminded her of something that happened in Border Nation.

After a pause, she said, "Qiao Nanyi."

Upon hearing this, Qingyang closed his eyes. A wisp of soul essence emerged, spiraling under the sunlight for a moment before suddenly darting off to the north.

As his soul left, his body returned to the lotus form, falling limp on the clothing. A faint trace of immortal energy still lingered around it.

"This is..." Nanli was caught off guard.

Cinian explained, "This wisp of soul was under a spell when it reincarnated. The moment Nanli spoke his true name, this soul was able to return to the body."

This was likely why Qiao Nanyi’s soul didn’t use its real name when it reincarnated.

Qing Feng stared blankly at the lotus body, his spirit shattered.

He looked at Nanli and asked weakly, "Your Highness, why not call out to me as well?"

Why had he not been bound by such a spell?!

"Qing Feng."

It was just a single call, nothing too difficult.

But when Nanli spoke, nothing changed in Qing Feng’s body. He staggered slightly, almost falling to the ground. "Are you mocking me? Why?! Has the Prince abandoned me? I want to return to my real body too!"

Nanli quickly reassured him, "The Prince has his reasons for doing things. Perhaps you are the key to his next move."

Qing Feng raised his eyes, his gaze shimmering with tears. "Really? But Qiao Nanyi... he seems to be more favored by the Prince."

He wasn’t jealous. No, it was just that the difference between them was too great!

Nanli’s mind suddenly sparked. "Look, Zen Master Cinian and the others are planning to settle in the Human World to guard Mu Nation. They’ve just arrived, so they could really use you to help manage everything!"

Qing Feng’s expression lightened slightly.

But he still muttered, "Isn’t that just housekeeping duties?"

"You can’t think like that. Zen Master Cinian’s Buddhist wisdom is boundless, and his merits are immeasurable. If you can receive his guidance, surely when your soul returns to your body, your cultivation will reach new heights!" Nanli continued to encourage him, "The Prince must have planned everything, so don’t let him down."

Hearing this, Qing Feng believed her completely.

He stood firm, his resolve renewed. "Yes! The Prince has always been so thoughtful and meticulous for me. I will never let his plans go to waste!"

Now he was brimming with energy again. "Zen Master Cinian, if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask. Don’t be shy with me!"

Cinian responded with a laugh, clearly impressed by Qing Feng’s mood swings. Nanli then asked Qing Feng to go over the Prince’s estate, checking the treasury to withdraw the funds necessary for building the temple.

The Second Brother’s purse was probably empty by now.

Previously, a large sum of money had been donated for disaster relief, and what little remained was hardly enough.

But what Nanli and Siheng needed now wasn’t gold, but spirit stones. It wouldn’t matter if they took everything.

But the Prince Yu Mansion was so vast...

She turned around, looking at the mansion, her mind full of mixed emotions. After all, it was a place filled with memories of her and Siheng.

Siheng, please don’t let me down.

Lost in her thoughts, her Qiankun Bag suddenly trembled.

Nanli opened it, and with a flick of her finger, a Whisper Talisman floated out.

This was the one she had instructed the guards of Hundred Pass Town to take back with them when she left Seaside City, so Lin Zhixia could reach her once she completed her tasks.

"Nanli..." Lin Zhixia’s voice sounded weak.

A wave of unease washed over Nanli, her heart tightening. "What’s wrong?"

Lin Zhixia didn’t elaborate on her embarrassing situation but simply said, "The Yunxiao Peak Master entered closed-door meditation yesterday. The message you asked me to deliver couldn’t be passed on."

"Closed-door meditation?" Nanli was puzzled.

Cinian, seeing her confused expression, said, "Yunxiao Peak Master? Yun Yubai? He frequently enters meditation. It’s not surprising."

But Nanli shook her head. "No, he helped me before and even revealed his identity, hoping I would find an opportunity to seek him out. He wouldn’t easily close himself off at such a critical time."