"Tell me, what kind of concealment spell is it?
I've been in the Nine Heavens for nearly ten thousand years. What news of spells could escape my ears?"
Zhaoxue, flipping through the book in his hand, replied subconsciously, "Bichong Shu."
"Oh, which Bichong Shu?"
The Wine Immortal repeated, and only then did he react.
Bichong Shu had a more common name, the "Everything Returns to Normal" spell.
Its effect was that once the array initiator succeeded, no matter how significant the "commotion" within the array's area, it would appear to be in a state of normalcy from the outside.
Upon realizing the effect of Bichong Shu, the Wine Immortal was greatly shaken, wondering what big undertaking this little rascal was planning.
"Why are you studying Bichong Shu?" the Wine Immortal asked casually, his gaze fixed on Zhaoxue's expression.
Zhaoxue, his face unperturbed, said calmly, "To protect the peach trees in the peach grove."
The Wine Immortal frowned, "How does Bichong Shu protect the peach trees in the peach grove?"
"Cover the peach trees, shield them from wind, rain, and lightning strikes," Zhaoxue replied unhurriedly, as if that was his sole intention. Sudanshuwang.
"Oh, what you're talking about is Bifeng Shu, not Bichong Shu."
The Wine Immortal finally understood Zhaoxue's meaning.
The Wine Immortal thought that for the past thousand years, Zhaoxue had seemed indifferent to everything except that little phoenix, appearing calmer than an old man.
Now that Zhu Xu was with him, and Zhu Xu was a princess of the Nine Heavens, Zhaoxue had no reason to stir up trouble.
The Wine Immortal assumed Zhaoxue had mistaken the name of Bifeng Shu.
With this thought, the Wine Immortal walked up to Zhaoxue and began to pull on his sleeve, explaining the key points of the Bifeng spell.
Zhaoxue closed the book with one hand, his eyebrows furrowed slightly before quickly relaxing.
Over the next half hour, Zhaoxue hinted several times to the Wine Immortal that it was time to go to the mortal realm to fetch wine.
However, the Wine Immortal seemed to have found his topic, and after explaining the essentials of Bifeng Shu, he began to recount an accident that happened when he had used Bifeng Shu himself.
It wasn't until Zhaoxue, taking advantage of the Wine Immortal's inattention, poured him several cups of water, that the Wine Immortal's sobriety began to quicken.
Half an hour later, when the Wine Immortal was completely sober, he sat beside Zhaoxue in silence for a moment before finally turning and leaving.
At this moment, the Wine Immortal was lost in his own somber emotions.
Since the war between immortals and demons, the Wine Immortal had seemed to become a completely different person.
He shied away from shame and avoided both immortals and demons. Only when drunk did a trace of his former carefree spirit appear.
However, the sober Wine Immortal's innate sense of danger had diminished significantly.
This was understandable, as he was unaware that Zhu Xu was no longer the princess of the Nine Heavens, nor did he know that Zhaoxue, if unrestrained, was capable of emitting a demonic aura.
Watching the Wine Immortal gradually walk away, the previously tranquil phoenix eyes of Zhaoxue began to fill with traces of ferocity.
They surged and ebbed, creating a tense atmosphere.
Suddenly, the ferocity in his phoenix eyes erupted, and the book in Zhaoxue's hand fell to the ground.
Zhaoxue raised his hand and rubbed his brows. The sunlight shone on his somber face, lending him a captivating aura.
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"Hey, isn't that the little white dog that always chases our Queen?"
Meanwhile, in Qingqiu, as the sun began to set, Zhu Xu's little white dog, its four legs moving with some urgency, trotted towards the territory of the Qingqiu fox clan.
"Look how cute it is," said one of the red foxes in Qingqiu, marveling as Zhu Xu's little white dog approached.
"Cute? Who knows what it will look like when it transforms into human form? What if it's a stumbling old man? Then let's see if you can still call it cute," said another red fox, casting a disdainful glance at the little white dog, its eyes filled with wisdom and contempt.
A stumbling old man? The little white dog, not yet at the age of transformation, heard the red fox's words and its foot slipped, nearly breaking its slender white leg.
"Oh, you're such a spoilsport," another red fox said, moving a few steps away from the wise red fox.
"Queen, the little white dog is here again." The maid's voice carried over. "Ling Xue" paused her calligraphy practice, then continued writing her characters as if she hadn't heard anything.
Soon, the little white dog entered "Ling Xue's" study, and the maid did not stop it.
When the little white dog first appeared, it had been constantly trying to get close to the Queen. Later, the Queen, caught off guard, was startled by the dog and kicked it away.
The Queen's cultivation was among the best in all of Qingqiu.
The maid had overheard that after being kicked away by the Queen, the little white dog had barely survived.
Everyone had sighed in pity.
Unexpectedly, a few days later, the maid heard that the little white dog, dragging its injured body, had found medicinal herbs in Qingqiu and had recovered significantly after a short while.
From then on, the little white dog no longer dared to approach the Queen.
The people of Qingqiu all thought that once the little white dog had recovered, it would depart from Qingqiu.
However, to their surprise, day after day passed, the little white dog's health improved, but it showed no signs of leaving.
It didn't actively avoid the people of Qingqiu, but when it saw the Queen, a clear look of disappointment could be seen on its doggy face.
Everyone could tell that the little white dog was afraid to get too close to the Queen.
Yet, it still often loitered near the Queen, and the maid serving the Queen would often find many wildflowers on the ground where the Queen had passed.
The maid knew these were the little white dog's handiwork, and how could the Queen be unaware?
The Queen said nothing more, and the maid naturally did not pry.
Thus, a month passed.
The wildflowers on the paths the Queen frequented became increasingly elaborate.
One night, for reasons unknown, the Queen drank alone and became thoroughly intoxicated.
The maids by her side were sent to fetch more wine by the tipsy Queen. When they returned, they saw the little white dog covering the Queen with a dirty brocade blanket.
Seeing this, the maid shouted sternly and raised her foot to drive the little white dog away.