The Prince Can Do Divination

Chapter 368 - 234: Nine Lives of Reincarnation, Enlightenment from Nine Lives, Opportunity for Integration, The Death of Lu Yunqing

After hearing these words, Lu Mingyuan finally understood.

They would remain neutral.

The Confucian Temple would not interfere in the crowning or deposing of an Emperor, much less oppose the Dynasty.

After all, their very method of Cultivation relied on the Dynasty’s Destiny.

"Is this answer to Your Highness’s satisfaction?"

"It’s so-so."

Lu Mingyuan said faintly.

"Everything is dictated by the grand tide of events. I hope Your Highness will not harbor any resentment."

After these words were spoken,

the world before him turned to inky blackness once more.

...

Outside Prince Chongwen’s Mansion, a circle with a diameter of thirty feet had formed.

The Prince Mansion’s Tributors waited inside it.

Outside the mansion, many new arrivals had appeared.

White-clothed Jiang Shan and Luo Ying stood guard to the side, waiting quietly.

The Chief Steward of the Eastern Palace, Su Youhuai, and the East Palace Chief Law Officer, Shen Yuanxi.

There were even Three Academy Cultivators and people from the Court.

Zi Yun, Hong Wan, Qi Muxue, Huo Hongling, and the others waited with anxious expressions.

In addition to them, there was also a Plain Robe Fairy with a Lotus Daoist Hat.

Fairy Ci Hang, Sui Yuqing.

Even she had personally rushed over to act as a Protector. One could only imagine how much had happened in the past nine days.

They were the people closest to Lu Mingyuan, and at this moment, they too could not remain calm.

Nine days and nine nights had passed. Whether it was success or failure, the outcome would soon be revealed.

Huo Hongling frowned and asked, "Mu Xue, in the long history of the Confucian Temple, there must have been some seniors who entered the Grand Thousand Canglan Map to train, right?"

Qi Muxue, dressed in a green gown, nodded. "There have been a few, yes. But very few—no more than a hundred people."

"And how many succeeded?" Huo Hongling asked.

Qi Muxue pondered for a moment. "About twenty percent. Only seventeen."

"How can the Grand Thousand Canglan Map be so dangerous?" Huo Hongling was slightly shaken, feeling a sense of shock.

Because failure meant death.

Their hearts were still in their throats.

Until the very last moment, no one would know what the result would be.

SHIING!

A soft sound came from the Grand Thousand Canglan Map in the sky. Two bright motes of light flew out from the Scroll, shooting toward Lu Mingyuan and Yun Qinghe respectively.

The next moment, the two of them opened their eyes and simultaneously stared at each other.

Yun Qinghe’s eyes were filled with confusion. She muttered to herself, "Didn’t I die? Husband... why are you here? No, that’s not right. I’m not Xie Wanqiu, I’m Yun Qinghe."

Xie Wanqiu was her professional name from her final life, when she was a Courtesan.

Recalling everything, Yun Qinghe raised her hands. Two thick streams of Taoist Qi surged in her palms. She placed her hands one above the other, level with her chest.

She slowly closed her eyes and began to digest the insights and memories of nine lifetimes, integrating them all.

Compared to Yun Qinghe, however, Lu Mingyuan was in big trouble.

Although Lu Mingyuan had retained his memories throughout these nine lives and knew it was an illusory world,

the sheer volume of memories from those nine lives was simply too immense. They also contained his insights into the Martial Dao, Buddhist Dao, Confucian Dao, Immortal Dao, Sword Dao, Fist Techniques, Palm Techniques, and many other things. It was not something that could be fully processed overnight.

At that moment,

Sui Yuqing walked up behind Lu Mingyuan, extended a hand, and placed it just above the top of his skull.

"Crown Prince, you have experienced many lives of Reincarnation. The insights you have gained are comparable to those of an old ancestor who has lived for several thousand years. With your current age, experience, and even your Cultivation and Spiritual World, it’s simply impossible for you to digest it all at once. Now, let me help you seal most of these memories and insights."

Sui Yuqing used the Taoist Sect’s Refining Spirit Technique, condensing a dazzling halo of light that she sent into Lu Mingyuan’s body through the top of his skull.

Gradually, the color returned to Lu Mingyuan’s face, and he was no longer as pale as before.

He felt much better.

For a moment there, he’d almost thought the memories were going to make his head explode.

’Remembering everything isn’t necessarily a good thing.’

Lu Mingyuan looked up and saw numerous figures, all of them staring at him with joy in their eyes.

"Mu Xue..."

Lu Mingyuan pulled Qi Muxue into his arms, his voice trembling slightly.

"It’s so good to see you again..."

"How long was I in there?"

Qi Muxue seemed to understand his feelings completely, replying softly, "Nine days."

Lu Mingyuan couldn’t help but hold her tighter.

Nine lives of Reincarnation had passed. For them,

it had only been nine days.

But for him, it had been year after solid year.

Seeing them embrace, Yun Qinghe, who was meditating to the side, had a slightly unnatural expression on her face.

Because she remembered everything.

Including everything Lu Mingyuan had done to her in the Scroll World!

Some things were simply too embarrassing to even mention...

At some unknown thought, Yun Qinghe’s face flushed red, and she couldn’t help but turn her head away, no longer looking in Lu Mingyuan’s direction.

"Your Highness! Wake up!"

"Your Highness..."

A moment later, a series of cries came from inside Prince Chongwen’s Mansion.

Lu Mingyuan’s gaze shifted to the entrance of the Prince Mansion.

Only then did he discover Lu Yunqing lying at the entrance, his eyes closed, unconscious.

No matter what anyone did, he would not wake.

Sui Yuqing walked over to Lu Yunqing. After examining him, she sighed. "Prince Chongwen’s consciousness is on the verge of dissipating. His Divine Soul is dim. It seems his time is nearly up."

This diagnosis caused shock and disbelief among the many Tributors.

’How could His Highness have lost? Lu Yunqing is a Confucian Cultivator. Aren’t Confucian Cultivators the best at Refining the Heart? How could he lose to a mere Martial Artist!’

"Eighth Brother..."

Lu Mingyuan looked at the unconscious Lu Yunqing, his expression incredibly complex.

Although he had won, he didn’t feel as good as he had imagined he would.

Lu Yunqing’s most loyal Sword-Carrier Slave, however, said nothing. He simply lifted Lu Yunqing’s body and sighed to himself.

"His skill was inferior. It was a matter of timing, and a matter of fate."

The Sword-Carrier Slave took a letter sealed with red lacquer from his sleeve and handed it to Lu Mingyuan.

"His Highness personally instructed me that if he was unable to leave the Grand Thousand Canglan Map, I was to give this to you."

After speaking, he carried Lu Yunqing’s body and silently left the Prince Mansion.

Lu Mingyuan held the letter, staring after them, speechless for a long time.

"Your Highness, my condolences."

Zi Yun and Hong Wan seemed to notice his grief and offered their condolences.

"There are many matters at hand that await Your Highness’s attention," General Manager Su Youhuai reminded him softly.

"Many things have happened these past nine days."

"The Court’s military situation has taken a sharp turn for the worse. The battle on the border is not looking good, and Mr. Qi... he..."

Hearing this, Lu Mingyuan’s eyes widened. "What happened to my father-in-law?"

At this mention, Qi Muxue’s eyes suddenly dimmed.

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