Free Web Novel“The Dynasty’s Luck...”
Hearing Xiao Qin’s words, Huang Donglai and Murong Xiao exchanged glances, as if they had made a decision.
“Good thing I wrote down my rebellion experience back then.”
Huang Donglai silently pulled out that ‘Coronation Manual’.
“Old Huang, go get a few bottles of strong medicine. I will strike as the Hanging Temple’s Buddhist Son. Let’s grow stronger together and create new glory.”
Murong Xiao clasped his hands together:
“Buddha bless us. If this succeeds, I’ll have my foster father appoint me as the Imperial Advisor, and I’ll accumulate Karma for you every day.”
Xiao Qin: “...”
You two are acting as if it’s real.
Why does it seem like you’ve been prepared for this all along?
After chatting for a while, the atmosphere among the three quickly grew somber again.
In a room on the top floor of Wanchun Court.
As night fell, the lights were bright, and there were many people in the room, but it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
A figure lay on the soft couch, his breathing imperceptible. He was like a rag doll that had been broken and then pieced back together.
His dense wounds were still seeping fresh blood, staining Ying Bing’s clothes, who held him, with colorful bloodstains.
“Even the Eight-Pattern Heaven-Mending Pill from Tianbao Workshop isn’t working?”
“Little Bao hasn’t come. Let him lick Little Bao a few times and try...”
Shang Wu hugged her wine gourd, scratching her ears and cheeks.
Elder Han He’s face was so deeply wrinkled it could ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) trap a mosquito.
“The Little Bao you’re talking about is the Dragon-Tiger Golden Pill, right? It’s a powerful, potent medicine, too strong for Li Mo to handle right now.”
Qin Yuzhi, as the former God Summoning Sect Leader, had dabbled in various fields, including medicine.
She tried proposing several methods, but they had little effect.
Currently, Li Mo was being sustained entirely by the ‘Reverse Journey’ ability within Ying Bing’s Inner Scenery.
To put it simply, time was flowing exceptionally slowly over Li Mo, also slowing down his journey to the end.
“Why did he seem a bit better just now? Did the medicine take effect?”
Shang Wu’s eyes suddenly lit up.
Ying Bing’s jade-like complexion was pale and colorless, almost transparent, and she said blankly:
“Not the medicine, but the Power of All Beings.”
Her Bronze Divine Tree seed was now lodged in Li Mo’s Dantian.
It was that wondrous, almost miraculous power that temporarily replaced the Small World, stabilizing his Yi Soul and physical body.
But it was not the original Small World after all.
“His Inner World should be related to the Power of All Beings. Now that he is widely spoken of, his Inner World has improved slightly.”
“But... that’s not enough.”
Ying Bing reached out and caressed his cheek. The real pain caused a fragmented, dull ache to surge in her heart, as if a hole had opened, a bottomless abyss, causing her to fall endlessly... Returning from Rebirth, she had been confident in everything she encountered.
But this was the first time she felt utterly helpless.
He had shattered his world to complete her world, but what could she use to save him?
“Since the Power of All Beings works, then... what about National Luck?”
The familiar voice startled Ying Bing. She looked up and saw that it was Shang Wu who had spoken.
Shang Wu had lost her usual boisterous, carefree demeanor, her face solemn and grave.
At this moment, she didn’t look like Qingyuan Sect’s brawling queen, but rather a noble Vermilion Bird.
“National Luck is refined from the Power of All Beings, so it’s naturally better, but besides Great Yu...”
Ying Bing paused, seemingly understanding something, and clutched the boy with a large head in her palm.
She was, after all, intelligent, and some things she had already experienced once.
After a moment of calm, some things were not difficult to figure out.
Why did the Demon Summoning Sect meticulously plot against the Qingyuan Sect, even having an Elder as a long-laid chess piece?
Why was the Qingyuan Sect’s downfall so sudden?
The Bronze Divine Tree had long been destroyed, so why did it still retain its divine power within the Qingyuan Sect?
Those things were secondary now.
What was important was that there was hope.
“Within the Imperial Mausoleum, the Great Shang Dynasty’s Luck still remains.”
Qin Yuzhi sighed, revealing the true reason she had stayed in the Qingyuan Sect and never left.
“I’ll have Little Qingluan take me back to the sect to prepare.” Shang Wu placed her wine gourd on the table and turned to leave. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ
“Alas, we can’t worry about so much now. This old bone of mine will also make a fuss this one time.”
Elder Han He’s expression was complex, and he also stood up.
The Elders of the Qingyuan Sect had often been annoyed by Shang Wu, but this time, he uncharacteristically agreed.
Now that it was Great Yu’s world, how sensitive was the Great Shang’s National Luck? It was fine buried deep beneath the Imperial Mausoleum, but once it saw the light of day again, who knew what kind of storm it would stir up in the treacherous Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
But if the person was gone, what was the meaning of anything else?
Shang Wu and Shang Qinqing left together.
As everyone breathed a sigh of relief, they exchanged glances and tactfully exited the room.
The room became even quieter.
After a long while, two soft plinks sounded, and tears shattered like crystals on his parched lips.
Ying Bing carefully wiped them away, and softly, gently said:
“I’ll take you home soon. When you wake up, we’ll go see the myriad waters and thousands of mountains.”
She had always been alone in her previous life.
But now, she couldn’t even imagine a future without him.
A future without him.
She had already walked through it once... How fast could a former Seventh Realm demon saint, whose abilities were entirely focused on speed, be?
That very day, a streak of green light cut across the sky of Ziyang Prefecture.
“The Heavenly Human Trial, the Great Yu Crown Prince was beaten so badly at the Qianlong Assembly that his eyes were black and blue. What good could he be?”
“We still don’t know the result. By my calculations, it should be about time.”
“No good news has come yet. Shang Wu didn’t cause any trouble in Dijin, did she?”
“If she really caused trouble, we’ll issue a statement saying Shang Wu is a temporary Elder and has no direct relationship with our sect, and we won’t bear any corresponding responsibility...”
Shangguan Wencang and the Elders were having hotpot in the main hall of the main peak, waiting for news from Dijin.
It was well known that if the news wasn’t good, it would probably be bad news.
If it weren’t for Shang Wu also secretly going to Dijin, the Elders would still be singing while eating hotpot.
“It’s fine. The only person in the entire sect who can control her is also in Dijin. It’s not a big problem.”
Shangguan Wencang didn’t seem too worried, and he chuckled as he extended his chopsticks.
After fishing around for a long time, he looked at Qian Bufan in confusion:
“Where’s the tripe I just put in? Did you steal it?”
“I... I didn’t.”
Qian Bufan’s mouth was slick with oil, and his big, round head shook like a rattle-drum.
Just as the Sect Master was about to ask again, Qian Bufan sighed and lamented:
“Autumn Water Pavilion’s food is still the best. When will Little Li come back? I’ve lost weight while he’s been gone.”
No sooner had he spoken.
A green light descended from outside the sky onto the front of the main hall.
“?”
Everyone stood up abruptly, as if facing a formidable enemy. The newcomer was clearly a strong individual.
Arriving without an invitation, they must be up to no good... Hmm?
“Shang Wu? Han He?”
“What kind of hairstyles do you two have?”
All of Shang Wu’s black hair had been blown back by the strong wind, like a funnel, and it had set in place.
Han He was the same, and he was even wearing sunglasses.
“Put everything else aside first. Can I announce something?”
“Is it about Li Mo?”
“Yes.”
“How is he?”
The Elders all stood up, their expressions agitated, their ears perked. Old Qian even forgot about stealing food.
“He’s almost gone.”
“I knew it... What did you say?!”
Little Li’s news √
“How badly is he injured?”
“Then why aren’t you there watching him, and instead hurried back?”
“Don’t argue yet, your grandma here has something to announce.”
Shang Wu put her hands on her hips, making the Elders quiet down, and loudly declared:
“Get ready. I’m going to dig up my family’s ancestral grave.”
“???”
Up to no good √
