Xuanhuan: The Empress and I Swapped Bodies - Chapter 8

The Big Dipper Formation, augmented by seven celestial stars, exerted immense pressure on Ye Wushuang.

Yet, it was precisely under such overwhelming pressure that Ye Wushuang’s latent potential was forcibly unleashed.

Beneath the Big Dipper Formation, he seemed to enter a state of profound enlightenment, as if immersed in the comprehension of the Dao.

Facing the incoming assault of the formation, he slowly threw a single punch.

The punch was deliberate, almost sluggish, yet within that slowness lay the essence of countless Daoist principles.

Dominating this strike was the concept of “strength,” with myriad techniques following in its wake.

This single punch encapsulated all of Ye Wushuang’s insights—not just the principle of “one force breaking ten thousand techniques,” but also the philosophy of “all laws returning to one.”

Only those with the deepest comprehension could condense their entire power into a single fist.

Where the fist passed, layers of shockwaves rippled outward.

Then, all that gathered power, concentrated within Ye Wushuang’s fist, collided head-on with Murong Wan’er’s Big Dipper Formation.

“BOOM!”

The violent impact generated a devastating shockwave, accompanied by deafening sonic explosions.

All structures surrounding Ye Wushuang and Murong Wan’er were reduced to dust.

Though both had restricted themselves to the strength of a “Venerable Realm” cultivator, the destructive force they unleashed rivaled—if not surpassed—that of an Immortal Realm expert.

Yet, Ye Wushuang paid no heed to the devastation.

After blocking Murong Wan’er’s Big Dipper Formation, he struck again—this time taking the initiative, his fist smashing directly into the formation.

He channeled every ounce of his formidable vitality, layering every technique into this single blow.

As his fist descended, an even more terrifying surge of energy erupted.

“BOOOOM—!”

This time, not only were the surroundings obliterated, but Murong Wan’er herself suffered severe backlash.

Having long refined and bonded with the seven celestial stars, their essence was intertwined with her life force.

A heavy blow to the stars inevitably wounded her as well.

Had her physique not been exceptionally robust, Ye Wushuang’s punch alone would have left her grievously injured.

Even so, Murong Wan’er suppressed the surging blood in her throat and fought on relentlessly.

The backlash was intense, but she refused to let it weaken her assault.

Instead, she poured everything into the Big Dipper Formation, pushing its power to the absolute limit.

In a life-or-death battle, hesitation or retreat would only pave the way for defeat.

Fully aware of this, Murong Wan’er ignored her churning blood and stood her ground without flinching.

Meanwhile, Ye Wushuang fought even more ferociously.

His long hair billowed wildly, radiating the domineering aura of the Dragon Empress—unprecedented and overwhelming.

Like a martial empress who had tempered her body to sainthood, his vitality soared into the heavens.

More strikingly, around Ye Wushuang, manifestations of ten thousand Daoist principles materialized, as if countless martial spirits had descended to battle alongside him.

This was the pinnacle of Daoist comprehension—a single punch, carrying the weight of his entire being, with myriad spirits in tow.

“FALL!”

With a thunderous roar, Ye Wushuang’s fist slammed into the Big Dipper Formation.

The stellar energies within dimmed instantly.

The formation shattered.

The seven stars were sent flying in disarray.

And yet, the force of Ye Wushuang’s punch did not stop there—it pierced through the formation and struck Murong Wan’er directly.

“RIP—!”

“SPLURT—!”

Two peculiar sounds rang out.

Then, Ye Wushuang witnessed a scene that left him utterly dumbfounded.

Not only did Murong Wan’er cough up a mouthful of blood—her clothes also exploded into tatters.

The fluttering fabric fragments revealed skin so fair it nearly glowed.

Murong Wan’er’s rapid breathing made her chest heave visibly.

The sight forced an involuntary gasp from Ye Wushuang.

“Ah—!”

“Your Majesty! What’s wrong? Are you hurt too?”

Hearing his exclamation, Murong Wan’er immediately grew anxious.

Ignoring her own state, she rushed to Ye Wushuang’s side, her voice laced with concern.

But Ye Wushuang was unharmed—his shock stemmed solely from Murong Wan’er’s current… appearance.

That radiant, jade-like skin.

The unfamiliar sight left him stammering.

“N-no! I-I’m fine! But you… you should change clothes!”

“Eeek—!”

Only then did Murong Wan’er realize her outfit had been obliterated.

Swiftly, she released her self-imposed restraints, restoring her full cultivation.

Runes of Daoist law swirled around her, weaving into a new, energy-formed robe.

Yet, as she clothed herself, she noticed the Dragon Empress’s gaze lingering on her—somehow both appreciative and flustered, repeatedly glancing away.

Such behavior was… unusual.

A thought flashed through Murong Wan’er’s mind:

“Could it be… Her Majesty enjoys looking at me?”

With this idea taking root, the design of her energy robe subtly shifted.

Where it had once been ethereal and dignified, it now grew slightly more… translucent.

Still elegant, yet undeniably revealing.

Ye Wushuang, a red-blooded young man, couldn’t help but stare.

And the more he looked, the more Murong Wan’er’s imagination ran wild.

“Does Her Majesty truly like watching me?”

“Or… does she enjoy the ‘clothes-exploding’ effect?”

“If I ‘explode’ more often… will she eventually let me share her bed?”

Of course, she dared not voice these thoughts aloud.

Instead, she smoothly changed the subject.

“Your Majesty, this new technique of yours is incredible! A single punch, harmonizing all laws—and even materializing them! Truly awe-inspiring!”

“Mmm. It’s passable. This is merely a prototype, not yet a perfected Dao. Only when fully realized will its true power emerge.”

“Then… might Your Majesty spar with me regularly? So this lowly subject may learn from your supreme Dao?”

Murong Wan’er knew the request was bold, but she gazed at Ye Wushuang with hopeful eyes.

The Dragon Empress was known for her sternness toward outsiders—but to those close to her, she showed mercy.

That was why Murong Wan’er dared ask.

To her surprise, Ye Wushuang saw no issue with it.

“Very well. We shall spar often.”

Having a training partner was beneficial for Ye Wushuang.

Through combat, they could refine their techniques together.

He, too, looked forward to their future exchanges.

Murong Wan’er nearly jumped for joy at his agreement.

Seeing the Empress in high spirits, she decided to revisit an old request.

“Your Majesty… might this subject… perhaps… stay in your chambers tonight? To attend to you?”

“Attend to—? No! Absolutely not!”

If just looking was overwhelming, sharing a bed would be disastrous.

Ye Wushuang rejected the proposal without hesitation.

Murong Wan’er’s face fell.

She felt… dismissed. Had the Empress grown tired of her?

Yet, not entirely—after all, she was still permitted to spar and learn the Empress’s Dao. An unprecedented honor!

This left her torn.

What must I do to earn back the privilege of attending Her Majesty’s bed?

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