Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills - Chapter 286:
Chapter 286: Chapter 32: Cutting the Dragon Immortal from Afar, the Misfortune of Raven ‘s Change_2
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He could only control two at most.
The first one was the one used by Ancestor Yan Zu, with the highest affinity.
The second one was a dark green long sword, with the deep-colored sword body covered in patina. When Zhao Huai touched this sword, unlike the Sword of Ancestor Yan Zu, no scene appeared.
Instead, he vaguely saw a woman in white robes as pure as snow, with a gentle smile.
He didn’t know if this was the original owner of the immortal sword or the sword spirit.
After all, the chance of an immortal sword producing a sword spirit was quite high. This sword had been around for a long time, and it was not strange that it had given birth to a sword spirit after thousands of years.
Only this sword was not so repellant to him, and he used it skillfully, just like having a natural affinity for it.
Zhao Huai carefully comprehended the Dragon Slaying Immortal Skill’s mystery and was sure he understood it thoroughly. A touch of delight flashed across his face.
“Very well, I have learned this Dragon Slaying Immortal Skill, what remains is to practice it.”
Zhao Huai muttered as his consciousness returned to reality.
He looked at the Madam next to him, who was already wandering around in the sea of books.
This speed was obviously much faster than his own.
“Madam is so fast; the Immortal Spiritual Root is truly extraordinary.”
Zhao Huai stepped forward and smiled.
Yu Qinghan held both her jade hands behind her. She turned her head to look at Zhao Huai and smiled charmingly:
“Not bad. I saw a Divine Skill that allows me to condense my primordial spirit ahead of time and awaken it, so I learned it immediately.”
“Condense your primordial spirit ahead of time?”
Zhao Huai was surprised, wondering if such a cultivation technique even existed.
Yu Qinghan nodded and said, “Yes, cultivators usually wait until they reach the Rebirth Realm to awaken their primordial spirit, and only when they break through the Metamorphosis Stage can they use the power of the primordial spirit. But this cultivation technique can bring this process forward.”
“Suppressing with the power of the primordial spirit is like an attack from another dimension. Opponents in the same realm will have no power to fight back.”
Zhao Huai marveled, very interested in this cultivation technique.
“What do you mean by ‘attack from another dimension’?”
Yu Qinghan curiously asked.
Her husband often said strange things like this when he was at the Jinzhou pawnshop.
Although they often sounded odd, they were actually concise phrases with a lot of meaning behind them. “It means the suppression of power.”
Zhao Huai explained with a smile.
Yu Qinghan seemed to understand and nodded slightly, lamenting, “Unfortunately, this cultivation technique has many restrictions and is only suitable for me to practice, otherwise I could have taught it to my husband.”
“No worries, it’s the thought that counts.”
Zhao Huai waved his hand, indicating that it didn’t matter.
He didn’t care about such things.
His current strength was already quite impressive. If it weren’t for being sneak attacked by a cultivator in the Rebirth Realm, he would have been at the peak of the Golden Core realm, and he could still retreat unscathed even when facing a Rebirth Realm cultivator head-on.
“It’s about time we left.”
Zhao Huai stepped out of the sea of books and found the Supreme Lord of Yan Sheng Mansion, Ye Taoran.
At this moment, the latter was still looking seriously at a scroll of Wen Zong, seemingly researching something new.
“Elder Ye, it’s about time for us to leave.”
Ye Taoran looked up with a gentle smile and glanced at the couple, saying, “Not bad, it seems you both have gained something.”
“By the way, remember to take this stele back with you. It is part of your destiny.”
“I have a feeling that this stele will be of great use in the future.”
Ye Taoran waved his hand, and an ancient-looking stele appeared in front of him.
Zhao Huai nodded, looked at the stele, and put it into the black ring. The secret of the stele was yet to be fully revealed, and perhaps it would only be discovered later on.
“Until we meet again.”
Sixth day of May.
The headquarters of the Raven Sect, Desert City in the Western State.
Yin Nanyu was held in a stone-built castle, isolated from the outside world, and no one was allowed to approach.
A blind old man with an entourage arrived at the stone castle, accompanied by the sect’s disciples. Many sect members stood outside the black castle.
They looked at the people inside, their eyes inevitably flashing with sadness.
“Protector, why is the Saintess locked up by the Crow Master? Didn’t she have everything going smoothly in the Central State? She has contributed so much to the sect. Is this really the right thing to do?”
A Raven Disciple said, with sympathy in his eyes.
Some time ago, the Saintess was brought back to the Western State by the Four Protectors, causing shock within the sect. Many wondered if the Saintess had committed a serious crime.
The blind old man glanced at the disciple and said indifferently, “Don’t ask questions you shouldn’t. All you need to know is that the Respected Saintess made a mistake, the Crow Immortal’s plan was delayed, and the Crow Master is very dissatisfied. She got what she deserved.”
“I never thought that the strong Saintess would make such a mistake.”
“Creak.”
The woman in red clothes pushed open the heavy iron gate, casting a long shadow on the cold wall.
The imprisoned Yin Nanyu looked up at the shadow and was expressionless.
At this point, she had changed her appearance: her long white hair was messy, she had taken off her black robe, revealing the thin clothes underneath. The raven pattern under her collarbone was still prominent, but her hands were shackled.
She was quite different from the aloof Holy Maiden of the Raven Sect she used to be.
The woman in red clothes couldn’t help feeling sorry, as she had admired Yin Nanyu in the past. So she tried to persuade her, “Yin Nanyu, won’t you admit your mistake?”
“I did nothing wrong.”
Yin Nanyu’s voice was cold.
The blind old man’s cane hit the ground with a thud, and he sternly questioned, “How dare you say that you made no mistake?”
“You indulged the Crown Prince of Yan Country, leading to the rise of Yan Country and ruining the Crow Master’s grand plan..
