Xuanhuan: The Empress and I Swapped Bodies - Chapter 9

After sparring with Murong Wan’er, Ye Wushuang’s life returned to its usual rhythm.

He continued studying foundational Daoist techniques and immersed himself in books.

To others, his behavior might have seemed peculiar.

Ye Wushuang’s speed in comprehending these techniques was astonishing—flipping through a text was as good as mastering it.

Moreover, he no longer needed practical drills. His mind could now simulate and refine the techniques effortlessly.

The more he studied, the more seamless his mental simulations became.

To an outside observer, it might have looked like he was merely skimming through secret manuals at random.

But Ye Wushuang was currently occupying the body of the Divine Dragon Empress. No one dared to scrutinize her actions, and even if they noticed, they wouldn’t question it.

After all, the Divine Dragon Empress was a legend in her own right. Everything she did carried profound meaning—nothing could be deemed “strange.”

Thus, Ye Wushuang studied without interruption.

Three months passed in this manner, and by the end, he had mastered every foundational Daoist technique in the imperial library.

Within his divine consciousness, countless techniques merged and evolved. As he entered a state of enlightenment, his own peerless Daoist method began taking shape.

That night, instead of returning to his chambers, Ye Wushuang secluded himself in the library to meditate.

This sudden act drew widespread attention.

“Is Her Majesty about to comprehend a supreme Daoist technique? Why has she secluded herself in the library?”

“She must have had an epiphany. Remember, for the past three months, she’s done nothing but remain there!”

“Her Majesty grows even stronger—this is a blessing for our Divine Dragon Empire! I wonder what technique she’s grasped this time?”

As the ruler of the empire, every move the Divine Dragon Empress made sent ripples through the realm.

Naturally, many were curious about what she had achieved.

But none could guess the truth.

Murong Wan’er, however, felt a flicker of joy. She knew the Divine Dragon Empress was creating a peerless technique—

One Fist to Manifest Ten Thousand Techniques, Ten Thousand Techniques Returning to One.

When techniques fused, their power multiplied exponentially.

Theoretically, merging ten thousand techniques could amplify combat prowess ten thousandfold.

If successful, this would become a truly invincible method—a single strike, unstoppable.

Thus, Murong Wan’er eagerly awaited Ye Wushuang’s breakthrough.

If she could learn even a fraction of it, it would be an unparalleled honor.

Of course, this invincible technique had one peculiar flaw: it tended to shred clothing.

Having sparred with Ye Wushuang countless times, Murong Wan’er had lost her garments more times than she could count.

She’d even taken to wearing lighter, more delicate robes—each time her clothes were destroyed, she could “accidentally” request to share his bedchamber, all without incurring the Empress’s displeasure.

Naturally, she hoped such opportunities would arise more often.

Ye Wushuang, of course, remained oblivious.

Deep in enlightenment, his consciousness split into countless fragments—each a manifestation of a technique, each refined to perfection.

Then, the fragments began merging.

Techniques fused, streamlined.

At first, only half remained. Then a quarter. Then an eighth.

With each fusion, his avatars grew stronger.

Finally, all merged back into one—Ye Wushuang himself.

In that moment, boundless insights flooded his mind.

And around him, miracles manifested—

Golden lotuses bloomed across the halls; purple mist stretched thirty thousand miles.

The skies shimmered with celestial flowers, enveloping the Divine Dragon Palace.

High above, thunder rumbled—but no lightning struck.

The technique Ye Wushuang had conceived was still in its infancy, merely a framework. Its full potential would depend on the practitioner’s own path.

Had it been fully realized, the heavens themselves might have intervened, summoning tribulation lightning to smite this defiance of natural order.

In that case, Ye Wushuang—still in the Empress’s body—would have faced a cataclysmic trial.

Fortunately, the technique remained incomplete, sparing him such calamity.

Yet the pressure radiating from the library was palpable.

Even Liu Ruyan, the true Divine Dragon Empress (currently laboring to rebuild her foundations in Ye Wushuang’s body), sensed the disturbance.

“What’s happening? Why such tremors in the palace?”

“It’s him! He’s comprehended a supreme technique!”

“A supreme technique? Which one? The Eight-Nine Heavenly Art? The Undying Divine Canon?”

These were the empire’s most guarded secrets, stored in the library’s forbidden archives. Only the imperial family’s highest echelons—the Empress and the Grand Chancellor—could access them freely.

Liu Ruyan assumed Ye Wushuang had exploited her identity to study these treasures.

She didn’t resent it. Since their bodies had swapped, she’d expected him to claim such benefits.

Their arrangement was mutual—she, too, was using his body to forge her own path.

But the Divine Dragon Imperial Seal corrected her:

“No. He’s created his own technique.”

“One Fist to Manifest Ten Thousand Techniques, Ten Thousand Techniques Returning to One.”

“Once perfected, this method will render him unmatched among his peers. He could even challenge those far beyond his realm!”

“This… is true invincibility!”

Liu Ruyan inhaled sharply.

A self-created technique rivaling the ancient heavenly arts? In just three months?

“I told you—his comprehension is peerless,” the Imperial Seal declared.

After a long silence, Liu Ruyan steeled herself.

“Then I must accelerate my own progress. If he surpasses me before I complete my technique…”

Her voice trailed off, but the resolve in her eyes burned brighter than ever.