When the message from Xuan Taiyi arrived, Xuan Ao (玄奺) was cultivating.
Because of the investiture as Princess of Heavenly Martial, Xuan Ao had spent months carousing with a crowd of favored young lords and young ladies.
Only after repeated nags from her mother Cang Jiu’er (苍酒儿) did she finally rein herself in and decide to shore up her strength.
As the most favored of the Xuanyan Immortal Court, with the largest fief and the most real power, the Ninth Princess’s cultivation days were as dull and uneventful as could be.
The great hall was vast, its furnishings simple and elegant.
In the center, where ten thousand people could gather, stood a large pool carved from multi-hued jade.
It was filled to the brim with a viscous pink liquid that gave off a thick fragrance of a hundred flowers.
This pink essence was refined from nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine spirit flowers and spirit grasses — the quintessence of the highest grade body-refining elixir.
So long as one soaked in it regularly, in theory even a filthy old sow rooting about in the dirt could be transformed by this floral essence into a bewitching vixen.