Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills - Chapter 302
Chapter 302: Chapter 37: Returning to Jin State, Yan Country Changes_3
Translator: 549690339
“No, we’ll do it together.”
Huai’s pawnshop.
“Cultivator brother, I’ve changed clothes…”
“Oh, I haven’t asked your name yet.”
Zhao Huai looked at the somewhat shy girl in front of him and smiled.
After some grooming, the unkempt little girl had completely transformed.
Her skin became as white as snow after bathing, her black lonz hair was tied into a ponytail, revealing a smooth forehead. She appeared more energetic, especially her bright and expressive eyes and the shallow dimples on her cheeks when she smiled, exuding a natural liveliness and cuteness.
Zhao Huai couldn’t help but be amazed. This little girl was still young, but she already showed the foundations of a beauty.
Perhaps he could reserve her as a wife for his son.
“My father’s surname is Shen, our family lives in Qinghe Village, and we make a living by fishing, so my name is Shen Yuer.” The girl answered.
“Not bad, it sounds nice.”
Zhao Huai nodded slowly before saying:
“You want to learn cultivation, don’t you? If you take me as your master, I will teach you the ways of cultivation. In return, you must call me Master Lord. Are you willing?”
“I am willing!”
“As long as I can have enough food and make those who bully me step aside, I will follow Master Lord forever!”
Shen Yuer nodded solemnly, her gaze very serious.
“Alright, then you’ll be my first official disciple.”
Zhao Huai nodded in satisfaction.
“Now, I’ll teach you the method of refining qi. Remember it well.’
“In ancient times, the realm of refining qi was divided into four major levels: Qi
Bowl, Qi Lake, Qi River, and Qi Sea. Each corresponds to one of the Nine Realms. In the Middle Ancient Period, there was no such division, but later generations…”
Nanyu Prefecture.
On both sides of the vermilion door stood two stone statues of qilins. Under the door hung a golden plaque inscribed with “Yan Hall.” The tall and sturdy soldiers standing guard by the doorway wore bright, heavy blood-scaled armor.
“This matter can only be decided after the Crown Prince returns.”
In the living room, Song Zhishu was red-faced, arguing with several cultivators, including an old woman and a middle-aged man in purple clothes.
“I am a nobleman of Yan Country. My ancestors were granted titles by Ancestor
Yan Zu more than thirty-six generations ago. When Ancestor Yan Zu was conquering the four seas, you were nowhere to be found.”
The middle-aged man in purple clothes coldly retorted.
“If the seal in the Western State is broken, can you bear the responsibility? Forming an alliance with the Shenluo Empire as soon as possible and addressing the crisis that will come in the next few years is the most important matter. The mortal world cannot continue to engage in internal strife like this. The land left behind by Ancestor Yan Zu has been tarnished.”
At this, Song Zhishu’s face darkened.
It was just a month ago when the Royal Crown Prince had left for several days.
The seven-day deadline agreed upon with the Princess of Shenluo had passed without a response.
As a result, the Princess of Shenluo became angry. After returning to Shenluo, the Emperor of Shenluo was furious and threatened to attack Yan Country.
At this time, some old followers of Yan Country came to join as well.
It was said that they were people close to Ancestor Yan Zu. Although they weren’t members of the royal family, they had titles bestowed by Ancestor Yan Zu themselves.
Yan Country had been established for five hundred years. Many of its old followers still remained, including some highly skilled cultivators. However, most of them had not survived or disappeared, leaving little trace in the historical records. It was as if they had been purposely erased.
Without any historical records or oral transmission from predecessors, the identities of these people were indeed doubtful!
If they were truly the Mighty Golden Core cultivators…
Why didn’t they appear when Yan Country perished?
Could there be anything more important than saving the nation at that time?
Song Zhishu wanted to question them to verify their identities, but the middle-aged man in purple clothes and the old woman claimed he didn’t have the qualifications to know the truth.
As a result, Song Zhishu felt that they only appeared now in order to gain some reputation.
If that was the case, even the mild-mannered, scholarly Song Zhishu couldn’t help but want to scold them.
“No, we must wait for the Crown Prince to return. This matter involves too many arrangements.” Song Zhishu insisted, refusing to back down. The previously silent old woman said indifferently,
“Do you know what happened in the Northern State and Western State?”
“Buzz!”
In an instant, a burst of spiritual power entered Song Zhishu’s mind. He saw many images in the other party’s eyes: the vicissitudes of time, separation, death, seals, immortals..
Song Zhishu shook his head and gritted his teeth, saying,
“No matter what happened, we must wait for the Royal Crown Prince to return.
This was the last wish entrusted to me by my grandfather.”
