Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills - Chapter 87
Chapter 87: Chapter 84: A Storm is Coming
Translator: 549690339
The next day.
Jinzhou City, the backyard of Huai’s pawnshop.
“Thud! Thud!”
Zhao Huai held a wooden hammer and kept working on the wooden boards.
A wooden shed has already been erected here, initially showing its scale. Inside the shed was a small pool made of pebbles, surrounded by flowers and plants, full of vibrant greenery.
He planned to set aside a separate area in this backyard for a hot spring. As soon as he returned, he thought about doing this.
After half a day of hustle, a small hot spring resort finally took shape.
Pour in well water, and then Zhao Huai buried the heavenly bloody spiritual stone at the bottom of the pond.
In no time, a red light emerged from the bottom of the water, and endless heat soon spread out, causing the water in the pool to bubble “gurgling.” A steaming mist rose, and soon it looked like a hot spring.
“Not bad, now we have a man-made hot spring to soak in, but changing the water is a bit troublesome.” Zhao Huai grinned and laughed.
He was glad that he had created a big garden back then. His garden had multiple uses and was even bigger than the backyard gardens of those wealthy mansions.
Illegal construction? Just give some silver and let it go. There is nothing that money can’t solve.
Zhao Huai couldn’t wait to try the effect of his homemade hot spring right away.
He didn’t take off his clothes and sat directly inside. The water in the pool became crystal clear and shimmering due to the catalysis of the heavenly bloody spiritual stone.
The hot spring contained a pure energy. It was this energy that increased Zhao Huai’s cultivation speed once again.
The Qi Sea in his pubic region barely needed to operate, and the surrounding spiritual qi kept pouring in and was very active, greatly shortening the time consumed for one Circulation of Qi.
At this speed, he could cultivate much faster than those cultivators with spiritual roots.
Moreover, thanks to Zhao Huai’s planting of the spirit-gathering grass, the spiritual qi in the backyard garden was very rich, far exceeding the outside.
The environment was also great.
The accumulations from taking the nourishing pills before gradually showed their effects, and Zhao Huai’s realm gradually improved.
Immediately, a wave of small tidal energy was drawn in by the True Vigor within his body.
“Second level of the Initiation Stage!”
Zhao Huai’s eyes suddenly opened wide, feeling his increasingly powerful cultivation.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. If he continued to cultivate at this speed, reaching Golden Core would be possible.
He stood up, dried his clothes with True Vigor, walked into the house, glanced around, but didn’t see anyone.
‘Where did Madam go?”
Looking at the sky, he thought that she might have gone shopping for groceries since it was almost mealtime.
At that moment, he stared at a passing carpenter carrying a cloth bundle as long as a person, and greeted him with a smile from a distance:
“Mr. Wang, it’s so late, and you’re still going out to work?”
However, after hearing his words, Mr. Wang turned his head awkwardly, revealing an ugly, stiff smile, and nodded.
He immediately left, and in the blink of an eye, he was nowhere to be seen. With such agility, he didn’t look like a fifty-year-old man at all.
“Strange, why didn’t he answer.” Zhao Huai expressed his doubt.
At the entrance of the market.
Yu Qinghan held a basket in one hand while staring at the blue-robed man in front of her with an emotionless expression:
“Yun Long, haven’t I already said that I won’t repeat myself?”
Yun Long spoke solemnly: “This time I came, not to persuade you, Princess.”
Yu Qinghan’s eyebrows frowned, and she asked, ‘What do you mean?”
Yun Long’s face became even more serious and said: “The Emperor met with an assassination attempt.”
“What happened?” Yu Qinghan’s frown deepened, and she asked sternly.
“The Emperor was assassinated last night. I just received the news today as well, and his life or death is unknown now.” Yun Long said hoarsely.
Yu Qinghan’s eyes flashed with an indescribable surprise, and then she fell silent.After a long time, she asked a question:
“Is there no other information? Are you lying to me?”
Yun Long shook his head: “The incident happened suddenly, and even I only received a single sentence. I’m not clear on the specifics either. My purpose in informing you, My Princess, is to repay your favor from the past. Whether you believe me or not is entirely up to you.”
The two places are thousands of miles apart, and it is already as benevolent and righteous as it could be for him to have obtained the latest news and informed her.
After all, he is the Emperor’s eyes and ears, and can only do his tasks for the Emperor.
Facing the princess, he felt pity, to be honest.
What he lost was only temporary, while the princess lost her father.
Even if the Emperor dies, the status of the Black Guards will not waver; as long as the Xia Country is there, they will be there.
On the other hand, My Princess’s faction had officially dissolved since the Five Armies of Senior General were withdrawn en masse, leaving her seemingly alone and without support. Now she’s about to lose her only remaining support.
Could she not be pitied?
The air fell silent for a long time, and Yun Long was the first to break the silence. He took out a golden edict-like order from his pocket.
After handing over the edict, he said solemnly: “Your Highness, take care of yourself. I have to return to the capital.”
With that, he jumped and disappeared on the spot.
Yu Qinghan took the edict, opened it slightly, and saw the words written on it were the same as Yun Long had personally relayed her father’s words a few days ago.
Between the lines, she could see her father’s longing for her.
She put away the edict, picked up the vegetable basket, and walked down the street with a complicated expression.
Her heart was comforting herself:
Her father’s health was excellent, so he couldn’t have died so easily.
Perhaps it was a fake news created by her father to deceive her into going back, and he must be alive and well.
Yes, it must be the case.
She won’t go back, definitely not.
But despite thinking this way, Yu Qinghan’s mind couldn’t help but consider another possibility.
What if her father was really gone? What should she do?
Filial piety comes first, after all, he is her father. Should she go back to see him for the last time?
Moreover, if her father died, her elder brother would certainly be without supervision, and no one could suppress her second brother. Who could successfully ascend the throne is still an unknown factor.
They can’t fight each other. If her elder brother seizes the throne, he has to mobilize troops. The Northern Alien Races have always been eying their lands, and they say his head is not smart, but she hopes he won’t be so foolish by then.
Wouldn’t such a struggle in the Central Plains give the southern cult an opportunity? If they took advantage of the situation, it would be really hard to clean up.
If this happened, the whole Xia Country would be finished.
She didn’t even notice that her train of thought had taken a strangely smooth path.
The very reason she can live in seclusion is that the world is peaceful enough that she doesn’t have to worry about it anymore.
Who would have thought things would take such a sudden turn?
The Emperor is in his prime, and he takes Longevity Pills every year. He just doesn’t seem like someone on the verge of death, so she must be overthinking.
Yu Qinghan resumed walking, sighing with relief.
She hoped that the worst situation she had just considered was only a speculation.
“I still haven’t gotten over the habit of overthinking. Maybe I should think about making some dumplings tonight.”
Huai’s pawnshop sign gradually became clear in front of Yu Qinghan as she smiled and prepared to go home.
A fiery flying horse galloped on the official road, bringing with it a large cloud of dust. Fiery flying horses are notoriously expensive, and not something an ordinary person could afford.
The person riding the fire horse was a woman with her ponytail bouncing as she rode. Her posture gave an inexplicably dashing and heroic feeling. Yu Qinghan saw the person and frowned, hearing a distant voice:
“Sister! The Emperor is dead!”
Yu Qinghan’s pretty face turned pale when she heard it. This news was like a thunderbolt on a clear day.
