The Prince Can Do Divination

Chapter 234 - 176: The Jiao of the Gorge and Great Marsh, The 4th Avatar, Taiping Taoist

If someone could perform Sword Control in the Air like a Qi Cultivator and overlook the vast landscape of the Wilderness Grotto Heaven, they would surely be stunned by the spectacle before them.

Four separate territories—encompassing desert, rainforest, islands, and marshy valleys—came together to form a complete whole.

Countless birds and beasts of all kinds were gathered in this Grotto Heaven, remaining motionless. At the borders, innumerable more of their kind were swarming in, as if waiting for something.

On the border between the Great Wilderness Tomb Canyon and the Zhusha Islands, a handsome young man sat cross-legged in a gently flowing stream. His upper body was bare, exposed above the water, and his eyes were closed. His jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, spreading out around him like a black lotus.

For a fleeting moment, his youthful, fair face transformed into that of an old man, mottled like dried tree bark. In that instant, his eyes belonged to another person. Then, just as quickly, the young man’s expression returned to normal.

But the profound and wise gaze of the old man from that moment was a rarity in the world.

Lu Yunhuang slowly opened his eyes. An aged voice spoke from within him:

"In a person’s life, blood and corporeal soul are yang, while the Divine Soul is yin. When an original body merges with a foreign soul, a backlash is inevitable. However, through the Taoist Sect’s Soul Communication Divine Techniques of Refining Spirit, the souls can unite, the spirit and body can intertwine, and yin and yang can be converted. It is a wondrously profound path of mutual supplementation that can resolve this problem."

"Although your aptitude is dull, your Divine Soul has remained steadfast. It hasn’t collapsed because of me. That alone makes you far superior to those common city folk and crude Martial Artists."

Having received the praise, Lu Yunhuang smiled faintly. "Back in my manor, I often read through records of marvels, both ancient and modern. I’ve read about Middle-Aged Immortals possessing the bodies of minor Cultivators. In the Mortal World, people often speak of ’Immortal Masters.’ I never thought something like this would one day happen to me."

The voice’s owner snorted. "And isn’t it all because of that damn Military Saint? He fancies himself the greatest killer in the world. The Taoist Sect and Buddhist Sect treat karmic hindrances with the utmost gravity, yet the Military Family is completely unscrupulous. They act as if they can kill anyone they please, unbound by the shackles of emotion and desire, heedless of karmic retribution. Anyone who cultivates such a path is destined to never achieve true greatness. If my true body were here, I could shatter his blade with a single finger using my Fourteenth Realm Divine Techniques. Why would I fear him?"

Perhaps finding the topic disgraceful, the voice’s owner changed the subject. He instructed, "Qi Cultivators in this world are experts at sensing a person’s Destiny and karmic hindrances. The Taoist Sect has plenty of Divine Techniques and Magic that can see through you, so I cannot intervene in your affairs. Everything depends on you."

"Destiny? Do I still have Destiny protecting me?"

Lu Yunhuang let out a self-deprecating laugh. He had never considered himself to have any Destiny to speak of.

The voice’s owner spoke again. "Among the many Princes, a great number are blessed with profound fortune. Born into different Dynasties, each one would be the child of Destiny for an entire continent. But with them all gathered in Great Yan, it’s inevitable that Great Yan will be thrown into turmoil."

"Put those thoughts out of your head. As the battle for succession intensifies, even an insect can roar like a dragon to the Nine Heavens. You may not have noticed, but this Little World is a land overflowing with Opportunities. The stream at your feet, from which wild Spirit Monsters drink, flows over a riverbed of Demon corpses. It has accumulated the aura of Flood Dragons for tens of thousands of years. Do you realize how beneficial that is for your Flesh Body?"

Lu Yunhuang looked down at the riverbed. Scooping with his hand, he did indeed find many colorful pebbles with vein-like patterns inside.

"Gentiana Stones?"

He was genuinely astonished.

If his teacher hadn’t reminded him, he would never have noticed.

Only in places where Flood Dragons have resided for many years would these stones form. They contain the aura of Flood Dragons, and a large quantity can be used to build a nest. It’s a breeding ground for the evolution of many Demons, and the benefits for Cultivators are naturally immense.

Lu Yunhuang raised his head and looked around.

The covetous Demons nearby didn’t dare to approach, only testing the boundaries from the periphery.

It was because of an effeminate man with long, slender fingers sitting atop the waterfall. He had black hair streaked with a few strands of white, and an invisible aura had locked onto every member of the Demon Race within a hundred-li radius.

"Lord Qin Mo, thank you for your trouble."

Lu Yunhuang bowed respectfully.

Qin Mo’s expression was calm. He didn’t even glance at Lu Yunhuang, seemingly looking down on him. He simply sent a telepathic message: "A Great Demon will be here soon. Decide whether you will stay or go."

"Understood."

Lu Yunhuang didn’t take it to heart. He remained perfectly respectful and cupped his hands in a salute.

The voice inside him said teasingly, "This man is arrogant and driven by profit. It’s perfectly normal for him to look down on you. When I had him come to Great Yan, that was precisely the trait I valued. What the Emperor of Great Yan can give him, I can also give. And what the Emperor of Great Yan cannot give, I can still provide."

"Unfortunately, with the Emperor of Great Yan’s shrewd and calculating nature, he has likely already seen through it. Of the Four Great Tributors, Qin Mo is the least valued and is isolated from the Court. If this man doesn’t change his habit of playing both sides, I’m afraid his Dao Practice will be stalled for life."

"Your plans are truly far-reaching, Teacher."

Lu Yunhuang said with heartfelt admiration.

"Just as you said, Teacher, Prince Jin has indeed laid a trap for Lu Yunqing. The Demon Race’s army is rushing toward the center of the ancient city. What should we do next?"

In the next second, the look in Lu Yunhuang’s eyes and his entire disposition changed, becoming those of a shrewd old man.

With a wave of his hand, the water from the surrounding stream gathered and flowed, transforming at a visible speed into a three-dimensional landscape painting. It was a miniature map of the entire Little World.

"After several days of deductions, I can now form a world-sized chessboard. My technique may be a bit rusty, but I was once the number one Go player of the Confucian Temple, after all."