Upon hearing this, a ripple finally appeared in Haiyue's usually calm eyes.
She glanced at Qian Renxue.
She was familiar with this girl.
The young master of the Spirit Hall, that woman's daughter.
They have great talent, but they grew up in a greenhouse. Even when they experience setbacks, they are only minor ones.
"yes."
Haiyue put down the wine pot and slowly stood up.
As she moved, a strange fluctuation spread throughout the palace.
The once brightly lit bedroom suddenly dimmed a bit.
It wasn't the kind of darkness that looms over the city, but rather a kind of cool and serene tranquility, like moonlight falling.
A phantom full moon slowly rose behind Haiyue.
That's not a martial spirit.
It was a purely spiritual realm.
Qian Renxue felt the air around her freeze instantly.
She felt as if she were no longer sitting in a warm palace, but rather on a boundless, illusory sea.
Beneath my feet was the pitch-black sea, and above me was the pale, cold moon.
Loneliness, despair, cold.
A flood of negative emotions surged up, attempting to overwhelm her reason.
"Look at me."
Haiyue's voice rang in Qianrenxue's ears.
No longer submissive as she had been when facing Qianyu, she reverted to her haughty, empress-like demeanor, looking down upon all living beings.
"The so-called momentum."
"It's not something you can shout out."
"It wasn't created by suppressing soul power."
Haiyue slowly walked up to Qianrenxue.
She extended a slender finger and gently touched Qian Renxue's brow.
At that moment, Qian Renxue felt as if she were being stared at by a venomous snake, and the hairs on her body stood on end.
"Pressure is when your opponent feels they've already lost the moment they see you."
"You're in too much of a hurry."
Haiyue's voice was soft, yet every word struck Qianrenxue's heart.
"Why did you lose to Tang San during the Heaven Dou Palace coup back then?"
"Because you're eager to prove yourself."
"You're eager to gain that woman's approval."
"When your mind is in turmoil, your power dissipates."
"A true emperor remains unmoved even if Mount Tai collapses before him."
"Even if we die, we should die on the road of charging forward, not in hesitation and fear."
As Haiyue spoke, the illusory full moon suddenly grew larger.
Qian Renxue felt as if her spiritual world was being sucked into the moon.
She wanted to resist, to mobilize the angelic soul power within her.
But to her horror, she discovered that her soul power was operating so awkwardly in the face of this strange spiritual field.
Is this the power of the Moon Queen?
Even though she was suppressed by her father, even though she was just a maid in this palace, she still had the power to easily crush him.
Just when Qian Renxue was about to give up.
A warm, large hand suddenly covered the back of her hand.
All illusions shattered instantly.
The cold moon disappeared, and the sea receded.
Sunlight once again filled the palace.
Qian Renxue was panting heavily, her forehead covered in cold sweat, looking as if she had just been pulled out of the water.
She looked at Haiyue in front of her, still in shock, and then at Qianyu beside her.
"Do you understand?"
Qianyu withdrew her hand, her tone leisurely.
"What Haiyue just used was the power of 'Illusory Moon'."
"She doesn't need to lift a finger; a single glance or a thought is enough to pull you into her territory."
"In this home arena, she is a goddess."
"Xue'er, what you need to learn is how to stay true to yourself under any circumstances."
"As long as your mind is not disturbed, even the gods cannot kill you."
Qian Renxue bit her lip, her eyes still showing lingering fear, but more so a light of sudden enlightenment.
She looked at Haiyue, took a deep breath, and then bowed solemnly.
"Thank you for your guidance."
Haiyue didn't speak, but silently retreated behind Qianyu, transforming back into the quiet maid.
But in the instant she turned around, her gaze lingered on Qianyu's face for a moment.
This man.
Not only is he incredibly strong, but his methods of teaching apprentices are also unconventional.
He actually made himself, a prisoner, teach his daughter.
This absolute self-confidence is perhaps the most despairing kind of "momentum".
Qianyu didn't pay attention to Haiyue's thoughts.
He looked at Qian Renxue's thoughtful expression and nodded in satisfaction.
"Alright."
That concludes today's lesson.
"Don't bite off more than you can chew. Go back and digest it properly."
"As for the war outside..."
"..."
Qianyu glanced at the light screen.
In the scene, Li Bai has already sheathed his sword, while Tang San is kneeling on the ground, his fate unknown.
"Never mind it."
"Just a clown."
Qianyu waved her hand, indicating that Qianrenxue could leave.
Qian Renxue stood up, somewhat reluctant, but knowing she couldn't disobey her father's words.
She glanced once more at Haiyue, who was sitting in the shadows, and made a silent vow in her heart.
One day, I will also have that power.
I also want to become the sharpest sword in my father's hand.
"Xue'er takes her leave."
Qian Renxue respectfully withdrew from the palace.
As the heavy door slowly closed.
Silence returned to the palace once more.
Only Qianyu and Haiyue remained.
The atmosphere in the air subtly shifted.
The serious teaching atmosphere from before had vanished, replaced by a more ambiguous and dangerous one.
Qianyu leaned back on the soft pillows, her gaze brazenly sweeping over Haiyue in front of her.
She is still breathtakingly beautiful today.
The moon-white long dress accentuated her graceful figure.
Her long, silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, obscuring half of her face, but adding to her mysterious beauty.
"come over."
Qianyu spoke.
It only has two simple words.
Haiyue took a deep breath, strode her long legs, and slowly walked to the edge of the soft couch.
She didn't sit down, but knelt directly on the carpet.
Those knees that once commanded the knees of countless subjects with a single glance were now humbly touching the ground.
"You taught well just now."
Qianyu reached out and lifted her chin.
My fingertips slid down her graceful neck.
"It seems you've adapted to your new identity."
Haiyue was forced to raise her head, and her once clear and cold eyes were now filled with a layer of mist.
"Master...you flatter me."
"..."
She bit her lip, her voice trembling slightly.
"how?"
Qianyu's fingers lingered on her collarbone, gently caressing it.
Its delicate texture is like that of the finest mutton fat jade.
"Haiyue dares not."
Haiyue lowered her eyes.
"You dare not?"
Qianyu smiled.
The laughter carried a hint of mockery.
"I can tell you're really thinking about this."
"Are you thinking that if you get the chance, you'll definitely use your Illusion Moon to drag me in too, and then torture me severely?"
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