Chapter 128: He’s a Celestial Vessel! p1 |
Chapter 128: He’s a Celestial Vessel! p1
There were various physiques in the world of cultivation, each granting its possessor unique advantages.
Ye Lingxuan’s Natural Spirit Body gave her an exceptional affinity for spiritual energy, making her a gifted alchemist, her senses heightened, her control over the refining process precise.
Bai Ruoxi and Wei Mengrou also possessed unique constitutions. The former could wield an ancient bronze sword, while the latter had both extraordinary talent and terrible luck.
And then there was Mu Zhi’an.
His physique was unique…
He was a Celestial Vessel. It didn’t benefit his own cultivation, but for others, he was more valuable than any treasure.
Yan Ruyu sat at the tea table, her gaze fixed on the spot where Mu Zhi’an had vanished, her eyes filled with a thoughtful gleam.
She was certain. He was a Celestial Vessel.
If others found out, it would cause trouble, she thought to herself.
“What are you thinking about, Sister Yan?” a gentle, melodious voice asked, pulling her back to the present.
She turned to see Yong Ning, the Eldest Princess, her smile warm and welcoming, her beauty captivating.
She chuckled, shaking her head. “It’s nothing. Shouldn’t you go see him?”
She glanced towards the entrance of the library, where the Third Prince was still waiting.
“There’s no rush.”
Yong Ning looked at her half-brother, her smile turning playful. “Let him reflect on his actions.”
Yan Ruyu wasn’t interested in royal affairs, so she changed the subject. “You’re not here just to discuss poetry, are you?”
Yong Ning smiled. “You know me too well, Sister Yan.”
“My father sent me here to ask you something.”
Yan Ruyu nodded, her expression unsurprised. “Ask away.”
“Why do mortal emperors never live past a hundred years?” Yong Ning asked, her voice soft.
Normally, a Foundation Establishment cultivator could live for two hundred years. But the emperors of the Great Qian Dynasty, each possessing at least Foundation Establishment cultivation, had all died before reaching a hundred.
And Yong Ning’s father, the current Emperor, he desired immortality. He didn’t want to grow old and die.
“It’s the Heavenly Dao’s will,” Yan Ruyu replied calmly.
“A nation’s destiny, it’s not easily borne. Tell your father that an emperor and a cultivator, they cannot coexist.”
“The Heavenly Dao’s will…” Yong Ning echoed, her eyes filled with a thoughtful gleam.
Yan Ruyu looked towards the spot where Mu Zhi’an had vanished, her expression conflicted.
…
“Senior, I’ve chosen a technique. Please register it,” Ye Yu said, descending from the third floor of the library, bowing respectfully to the elderly man guarding the entrance.
The old man glanced at the technique, his eyes widening with surprise. “A second-grade technique…?”
Ye Yu felt a surge of pride, but he maintained his humble demeanor. “I was simply lucky.”
He couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
Even for someone with great destiny, obtaining a second-grade technique was a rare occurrence. And he had found two in such a short time.
His destiny was far stronger than most Chosen Ones. It was the destiny of a true protagonist!
He handed his sect token to the old man, who registered the technique, and a faint light flashed on the token’s surface.
He left the library, the second-grade technique clutched in his hand.
Two or three female disciples followed him, eager to chat…
They had clearly overheard the old man’s words and deemed him worthy of their attention…
He smiled, enjoying their compliments.
“Master, what is it?” he asked, sensing the old man’s sigh within him.
“The Lone Star Sword Mu Zhi’an obtained… it’s far superior to the one you just chose,” the old man replied, his voice laced with a hint of regret.
Ye Yu’s heart sank. “The difference between second-grade techniques… it shouldn’t be that great, should it?” he asked.
“There’s not much difference between heaven-grade techniques… But the Lone Star Sword… it can evolve…”
“Evolve?”
“It might even become a top-tier heaven-grade technique.”
The old man sighed, not saying anything else.
His disciple’s talent and destiny were both exceptional. Even after being tricked out of a second-grade technique, he had still managed to find another one.
But some opportunities, once missed, they were gone forever.
And he might not even know how to evolve the Lone Star Sword. That was a small consolation.
Ye Yu’s smile vanished, replaced by a dark frown.
…
At the Garden of Heavenly Harmony, Mu Zhi’an returned to his pavilion, studying the Lone Star Sword technique.
His talent was undeniable. After memorizing the movements and understanding the principles behind the technique, he felt a sense of clarity…
It was similar to the bronze sword Bai Ruoxi had used.
Focused and powerful.
It channeled spiritual energy into a single point, and after a single strike, most of the energy within his Vessel would be depleted.
Its power was immense, but its drawbacks were also significant…
“The inner disciple selections are tomorrow. I’m confident, but I should still practice…”
He sat on his bed, closing his eyes, focusing on the technique’s intricacies.
Bai Ruoxi entered the room, having just finished reading a book.
She wore blue embroidered shoes, and as she opened the door, she saw him meditating, his handsome face serene and focused.
She had once seen him as a useless wastrel, but now, her gaze softened, filled with affection.
“Mu Lang…” she called out softly.
“Talk to me later. I need to focus!” he replied, his voice firm.
There’s no need to be so harsh… She pouted, feeling a twinge of disappointment.
Most men with such a beautiful partner would be inseparable…
But he was already acting distant…
She looked away, resting her head on the table, watching him meditate.
Fifteen minutes passed, and he opened his eyes, his mind filled with the Lone Star Sword’s intricacies.
It’s incredibly powerful, but I need to use it carefully… And I need a suitable weapon… He thought to himself, his focus unwavering.
He glanced at Bai Ruoxi, her white dress accentuating her pale skin, her long hair flowing freely, her ample bosom pressed against the table as she leaned forward.
Only a well-endowed woman could achieve such a captivating pose.
She’s so voluptuous…
He couldn’t help but feel distracted… The Lone Star Sword vanished from his mind, replaced by her alluring figure. He stood up and walked towards her, taking her hand.
“What is it? Aren’t you busy cultivating, Young Master Mu?” she asked, her voice a playful complaint, her eyes filled with a mock resentment.
He looked at her, his voice serious. “I was wrong, Ruoxi.”
But his gaze was drawn to her cleavage…
So ample and fair…
She noticed his gaze, her eyes flickering. “I shouldn’t have disturbed you. But if you want to apologize, will you grant me a favor, Mu Lang?”
“Of course. I’ll do anything to apologize,” he replied, his voice filled with a mock sincerity.
He felt a cool sensation against his wrist and realized something.
“Ruoxi, what are you doing with the Heart-Binding Lock?”
“Wait… You’re supposed to use that on enemies, not on me—”
The lock snapped shut around his wrist.
He sighed dramatically. “If it makes you happy, it’s fine.”
He blew out the candle, his gaze lingering on her beautiful face, her eyes filled with a playful anticipation.
He couldn’t resist any longer. “Come on. Let’s go to bed.”
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