The Prince Can Do Divination

Chapter 374 - 237: Ascending to the Eleventh Realm, Ascension to Immortality, Mr. Qi’s Reflection in the Jade Hairpin, The Demoness Case: The Truth Comes to Light

The countless experiences of slaughter on the battlefield had made Lu Mingyuan’s gaze far more savage. He had become a much more bloodthirsty person.

At the same time, he had absorbed every last bit of experience regarding the confrontation of two armies.

It was no exaggeration to say that the current Lu Mingyuan was already a seasoned veteran of the battlefield, intimately familiar with all sorts of marching routes, sieges, and conquests.

’Now, breaking through to the Feather Transformation Realm is practically a sure thing!’

Lu Mingyuan prepared to break through, to charge into the Eleventh Realm in one go.

The mark between his brows flickered faintly.

He opened his Dantian, using his Vajra Supreme Body to absorb even more of nature’s spiritual energy and construct the Heaven and Earth Bridge.

Lu Mingyuan’s appearance was constantly changing.

At one moment, his hair turned white, with arcs of thunder flashing through the strands.

In the blink of an eye, his hair turned red, and his entire body radiated scorching streams of flame.

As the numbers jumped, the panel before his eyes had already changed.

「Life Master: Lu Mingyuan」

「Cultivation: Martial Dao, Eleventh Realm (Feathered Transformation)」

「Cultivation Technique: Blood Glutton Celestial Fall Scripture - Primordial Spirit Chapter (Eleventh Floor: 2,000,000/2,000,000)」

「Primordial Spirit Chapter (Twelfth Floor: 0/5,000,000)」

A series of rumbles echoed from his Dantian.

An invisible wind blew out from Lu Mingyuan, gradually sweeping outward.

It lifted his body, leaving him suspended in mid-air.

A pair of red Divine Eyes flickered into existence behind him, like two enormous lanterns.

Immediately after, a giant, armored hand imbued with crimson Primordial Qi reached up from the ground. A towering Dharma Body climbed out from the earth. Its golden cape billowed in the wind, and a roaring Golden Dragon coiled around the neck of the Dharma Body in the air. This overwhelming aura was like that of a War God in the mortal world.

Having ascended to the Eleventh Realm, he could now see the complete form of his Martial Dao Body.

It was equivalent to the powerful Yin Spirit of a Taoist Master.

’This is my Martial Dao Body.’

Lu Mingyuan slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the projection of his Dharma Body, he was quite satisfied.

When High Realm Cultivators fought, it was often a clash of Dharma Bodies and Dharma Aspects.

Such battles could easily destroy heaven and earth, leaving nothing but ruins in their wake.

However, using the Dharma Body consumed an enormous amount of Primordial Qi. In just a single instant, Lu Mingyuan felt the Primordial Qi in one of his Acupoints completely drain away.

With a thought, the Dharma Body before him slowly faded away and disappeared.

Lu Mingyuan exhaled a breath of turbid air. After breaking through to the Feather Transformation Realm, he felt a new sense of confidence.

He closed his eyes slightly.

His Primordial Consciousness rapidly spread out. The range it covered was already terrifying, capable of enveloping the entire Eastern Palace.

At that moment, Zi Yun and Hong Wan were standing guard at the entrance, chatting happily.

Luo Ying, meanwhile, was leading seven unfamiliar Cultivators into the Eastern Palace. Judging by their attire, they were all noble and extraordinary. Their Cultivation was around the Tenth Realm, and two were even at the Eleventh Realm.

’Could these be the powerful reinforcements from the Infinite Faction that Luo Ying mentioned?’

Three li away, Yun Qinghe was under a pavilion by the large lake and rockery in the rear garden. She was tossing stones into the water from time to time, staring blankly at the lake, lost in thought.

Inside the grand and solemn East Palace Hall, Su Youhuai, the Chief Steward of the Eastern Palace, was explaining the rules of the Eastern Palace to the newly arrived Tributors.

In a single thought, Lu Mingyuan found that everything was within his grasp.

It was a sense of reality that even Reincarnation could not compare to.

Within a radius of eight hundred li, not the slightest disturbance could escape his notice.

At that moment, at the entrance to the Eastern Palace, a man with a crew cut and sharp eyes asked curiously, "Lord Qingying, what is it?"

Luo Ying looked up at the sky, then toward the depths of the Eastern Palace, and shook her head. "It’s nothing. I just felt like someone swept over us with their Divine Sense. I don’t know if I was imagining it."

Another man, middle-aged with a goatee, a blue scarf on his head, and holding a Duster, smiled faintly. "My lord said that in the Eastern Palace Mansion, only two people have reached the Twelfth Realm. One is Master Jiang Shan, known as the True Buddha, and the other is Fairy Sui, who holds the title of National Preceptor."

Luo Ying emphasized, "But neither Jiang Shan nor Sui Yuqing are Tributors of the Eastern Palace Mansion."

The man with the crew cut reminded her, "Those two alone can stop the vast majority of Twelfth Realm Great Powers. As for the Eastern Palace Mansion, if the Crown Prince can take another step forward, there’s a chance our Infinite Faction could control the entire underground power structure of the Central Plains World."

The middle-aged man with the goatee nodded slightly. "Indeed. And with the power of the Endless Pavilion, forget securing the Crown Prince’s position—we might even be able to pull the current Holy Emperor from his throne."

Luo Ying warned, "This is the Capital City. You must watch what you say and do. This isn’t your Golden Court Mountain, nor is it your Nether Moon Celestial Sect."

"This humble Daoist was just talking. Why is Lord Qingying so angry?"

...

「At that very moment, high in the sky.」

Lu Mingyuan stood tall in the void, hands clasped behind his back, looking down from the heavens upon the entire Eastern Palace Mansion.

’So this is what it feels like for an Immortal to ride the wind? It really is a great feeling.’

He murmured to himself before returning to his bedchamber.

SHIMMER!

Suddenly, he noticed a cyan Jade Hairpin in his Sea of Consciousness emitting a faint radiance.

’It’s the Ritual Saint Jade Hairpin. Could it be that my Confucian Dao Fortune has triggered Li Sheng?’

Lu Mingyuan took out the Jade Hairpin, held it in his hand, and began to study it.

As he was lost in thought, a phantom image emerged from the patterns on the cyan Jade Hairpin.

Soon, within the antique-filled room, a figure materialized.

When he saw who the figure was, Lu Mingyuan’s hand trembled, nearly dropping the Jade Hairpin. He stammered in a daze:

"Mr. Qi!"

"Father-in-law, how are you inside the Jade Hairpin?"

That’s right. The figure that had emerged from the Jade Hairpin was none other than the deceased Qi Xingyan.

Qi Xingyan still looked the same as before, dressed in a blue and white Confucian Shirt, his presence as gentle as a spring breeze. His temples were lightly frosted with grey, giving him the distinct air of a Great Scholar.