Script of Reincarnation

Chapter 71: Unnamed

Lu Qingxue’s expression changed slightly, but she didn’t answer.

The Wu Family Young Master’s gaze became increasingly sharp.

That faint blue aura had only appeared for an instant, yet as someone who had cultivated the Azure Spirit Body Tempering Art himself, he was extremely familiar with it.

Although the aura was extremely faint, he could clearly sense the profound similarities between the two.

But that should be impossible.

The Azure Spirit Body Tempering Art was one of the foundational Body Tempering Realm cultivation techniques of the Azure Spirit Sect, passed down for hundreds of years.

How could an outsider possess a cultivation technique with such a similar aura?

The Wu Family Young Master’s eyes flickered as he remembered the history of the Azure Spirit Body Tempering Art revealed by his master years ago.

"Tell me."

Lu Qingxue narrowed her eyes, trying her best to appear calm.

"What are you talking about?"

Fang Jinxing’s expression also became solemn as he stepped slightly in front of Lu Qingxue, shielding her behind him.

The Wu Family Young Master didn’t answer, his eyes remaining fixed upon Lu Qingxue.

"Stop playing dumb now. I asked, what is the name of your cultivation technique?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud explosion came from the distance.

*Boom!*

A True Martial Sect disciple was sent flying, his body smashing through several trees before finally falling heavily onto the ground, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth as he struggled to stand.

But another Azure Spirit Sect disciple immediately appeared before him.

*Bang!*

A palm struck his chest, causing his body to fly backward again.

This time, he didn’t get back up.

Lu Qingxue’s heart sank as she looked around.

The situation had changed.

The battle that had initially been evenly matched was gradually becoming one sided.

The True Martial Sect disciples had been traveling for six days and five nights without proper rest, and their mental states were already exhausted.

The Azure Spirit Sect disciples had also traveled for a long distance, but they not only had superior numbers, they had also arrived with a different objective.

They weren’t retreating like them, but hunting the likes of them who slipped through the net.

One True Martial Sect disciple fell after another.

The leading Fifth Stage Spirit Awakening Realm disciple was also being suppressed by two opponents at the same level, his face pale.

Even if he could hold on, he couldn’t protect everyone present.

Lu Qingxue’s fingers tightened around her weapon, and Fang Jinxing stood beside her, both of their expressions equally grim.

Several Azure Spirit Sect disciples slowly approached after freeing their hands, surrounding the two.

The Wu Family Young Master remained at the front, his sword still in hand while his gaze was fixed upon Lu Qingxue.

"Last chance, what is the name of your cultivation technique?"

Lu Qingxue didn’t answer, not showing the slightest abnormality on her face.

Even if someone discovered something strange about the aura, she absolutely could not admit it.

The Wu Family Young Master’s eyes became cold.

"Since you won’t say it, then I’ll force you to tell me."

His figure flashed as the sword descended.

Fang Jinxing immediately stepped forward.

*Clang!*

His dual-bladed sword blocked the attack, but the enormous force still caused his arms to tremble.

Lu Qingxue immediately attacked from the side.

The Wu Family Young Master twisted his body and avoided the strike.

The three figures collided again.

*Bang!*

The surrounding ground shattered into pieces, sand and stone flying everywhere.

Lu Qingxue and Fang Jinxing both retreated several steps, their expressions solemn as they looked around at the several Azure Spirit Sect disciples already surrounding them.

The situation had gotten incomparably worse.

They couldn’t escape, and they couldn’t win.

At this moment, neither of them knew that the battle occurring here was only a tiny ripple within a storm that had already begun sweeping across the Great Qian Dynasty.

...

Meanwhile, far away in the Imperial Capital.

The capital of the Great Qian Dynasty was an enormous city stretching across hundreds of miles.

Countless mortals and cultivators lived within it.

The Imperial Capital was the true center of the dynasty.

One could see Body Tempering cultivators almost everywhere, and even Spirit Awakening cultivators were no longer particularly rare.

Every once in a while, one could see figures soaring through the skies, each streak representing an Essence Gathering cultivator.

Yet today, the atmosphere of the entire capital was unusually tense.

The number of people on the streets had decreased significantly.

Many ordinary people and mortals had cooped up inside their homes after stocking some supplies, cultivation families were quietly gathering resources, the various government offices were operating at an astonishing pace, and even the cultivators who normally enjoyed wandering through the capital seemed to have become considerably more cautious.

Naturally, it was because of the recent upheaval in Tiannan Province.

The Misty Cloud Sect had produced an existence beyond the Qi Sea Realm, and the news had already spread throughout half the Great Qian Dynasty.

Many ordinary people even thought that the Great Qian might be overthrown soon.

At the center of the Imperial Capital stood the Forbidden City, occupying nearly a third of the entire capital.

Magnificent palaces stretched endlessly and golden rooftops reflected the sunlight.

However, beneath the Forbidden City, there was something even more precious: a Mysterious Grade Spirit Vein.

It was the foundation upon which the Imperial Family had established its capital.

The denser the Spirit Qi became, the closer one approached the core of the Spirit Vein.

And in the deepest part of the Forbidden City was the Imperial Forbidden Grounds.

It was a place that even most members of the Imperial Family couldn’t enter.

At this moment, in the Imperial Forbidden Grounds.

The surroundings were filled with precious spiritual herbs and treasures.

Some of them were thousands of years old, and others were extremely rare treasures that could cause Qi Sea cultivators to fight desperately.

Spirit Qi here had condensed into a faint mist, making the entire place look almost like an Immortal paradise.

At the very center of the Forbidden Grounds sat an old man cross-legged.

He appeared to be in his eighties, with white hair and wrinkles covering his face, yet there was no sign of decay within his body common to mortals and ordinary cultivators despite his aged appearance.

Instead, his aura was incredibly harmonious, as if he had already merged with the surrounding heaven and earth.

His breathing was almost imperceptible, and his existence seemed to have become part of the natural world.

Suddenly, a figure flew over from the distance.

The figure crossed several miles within a few seconds before descending into the Forbidden Grounds.

It was a middle aged man who appeared to be in his fifties, wearing luxurious robes and his face carrying natural majesty.

He approached the old man and respectfully bowed.

"Imperial Granduncle."

The old man slowly opened his eyes, his gaze as deep as an ancient well.

"What is it?"

The middle aged man hesitated before speaking.

"What should we do about Tiannan Province?"

The middle aged man’s brows were slightly furrowed as he spoke.

He was none other than the previous Emperor of Great Qian.

More than thirty years ago, he had abdicated the throne after an eighty year long reign.

He was also the older brother of the Wuyuan King.

There was also a strange sense of harmony within his aura just like the old man he called Imperial Granduncle.

If someone who knew him thirty years ago saw him now, they would undoubtedly be shocked.

The old Emperor seemed to have returned to his prime.

He looked towards the old man.

"Imperial Granduncle, my unworthy son is already overwhelmed, and with this matter unresolved, the dynasty may not know peace for the next hundred years. Even Tiannan Province might have to be given to that person as a fiefdom."

The old man remained silent, slowly lowering his gaze as he stroked his beard.

"That person has achieved the Spiritual Platform Realm."

The previous Emperor nodded.

The old man continued in a calm tone.

"But so what? An existence at this level is certainly powerful, but he is still only one person. A newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. The Mysterious Grade Spirit Vein in Tiannan Province is indeed valuable, but the resources there aren’t enough to support a Spiritual Platform cultivator indefinitely."

The previous Emperor’s expression changed slightly.

"You mean..."

"Endure." The old man calmly said.

"Endure for a hundred years, and eventually, he will die."

The previous Emperor frowned.

"Wouldn’t that give him enough time to establish a power faction?"

The old man’s voice remained calm as he shook his head.

"The resources of Tiannan Province are insufficient."

"Unless he possesses some extraordinary inheritance or another hidden source of resources, his cultivation will stagnate."

"Even if he can continue cultivating, how long can he live?"

"Two hundred years?"

"Three hundred?"

"Perhaps."

"But the Imperial Family has time."