Mysterious mirror hanging high

"However, many cultivators pursuing official careers in the Immortal Dynasty themselves have poor aptitude and little luck. If they had not taken the path of being appointed by the national destiny, it would have been difficult for them to see the bright future they have today. The path is chosen by oneself, and one cannot blame others."

Jing Yu sighed and said, "I can only say that it is better than dying of old age while practicing Qi, but it is limited."

In his opinion, the so-called [Immortal Dynasty National Destiny Cultivation System] of the Shending Immortal Dynasty is actually a degraded version of the power of incense and vows. Even a second-rate cultivator can only sit at the same table with Gu Shi at most, or even be far inferior to him.

After all, the ancient Buddhist monks at least have the method of [voluntary]. Even if they lose their believers, they can barely maintain their realm by relying on the incense and vows produced and sold by themselves.

Yunding Tianjun retorted, "That's not entirely true. In fact, if a cultivator who practices the path of incense and vows can reach the [Cave Heaven Realm] and nurture a group of believers within his inner cave heaven, he may not be inferior to a cultivator practicing the foundation-building alchemy path. In some respects, he may even surpass them."

"But after all, it's the late stage of power. The lower realms don't even have many Divine Transformation cultivators, let alone the unattainable Cave Heaven realm."

Jing Yu's gaze focused on Ying Wuyi again, and he said, "Since you believe that your talent and cultivation are among the best among the princes, why aren't you the heir to the throne?"

These words just happened to touch Ying Wuyi's sore spot. Now he was only left with a soul, and after hearing this question, he almost turned into mist and disintegrated.

He said gloomily, "It's just that I come from a poor background."

Jing Yu asked, "Why, your biological mother was also a palace maid?"

Ying Wuyi shook his head and gritted his teeth, saying, "No, my mother's family is one of the most prestigious families in the Divine Cauldron Immortal Dynasty. The elders should know this. Have you heard of the Gongsun Family, one of the Eight Great Families?"

"The eight great families? The eight divine generals?" Jing Yu pondered.

Yunding Tianjun asked in surprise, "Your biological mother is a direct descendant of the Gongsun family? Does that mean you have a good background? Could it be that the Gongsun family has become so powerful in the past few thousand years that those old men in the Immortal Dynasty don't want to see their in-laws become too powerful?"

"It's that crazy woman..." Ying Wuyi's face was filled with strong hatred. "My mother went mad and murdered my father. She has been imprisoned in the mansion until now. I have also been implicated..."

"To assassinate the Immortal Emperor is a grave crime of treason. Even the eight great families cannot escape punishment. A mere direct descendant, unless he is a Divine Transformation Seed in the family, will be condemned to death."

Yunding Tianjun frowned and said, "But since your mother entered the palace as a concubine, there's no way she could be a divine seed in the family... and yet she wasn't sentenced to death?"

"Of course she won't die," Ying Wuyi said indifferently. "The once-powerful Gongsun family has long since fallen. My mother is the only one left from one of the noble families that once shared the empire with the First Emperor. Even if she committed treason, my father would have no choice but to imprison her."

"Otherwise, how will the other seven great families view the royal family?"

"what?!"

Yunding Tianjun was shocked and said, "When I seized the throne, although the Gongsun family was small, they had several talented cultivators. But in just three thousand years, there is only one direct descendant left?"

Then he said with understanding, "No wonder you can't become the Divine Cauldron Immortal Emperor. By this calculation, you can be considered the only remaining bloodline of the Gongsun family..."

Then he sneered, "Hey! The previous Immortal Emperor actually took the last bloodline of the Gongsun family into his harem... This is indeed not very decent, and the way they behave is too ugly..."

Jing Yu's focus was not here, but he looked at Ying Wuyi's soul with a strange look:

"You have a difficult relationship with your mother?"

"It's more than just bad!"

Ying Wuyi gritted his teeth and said, "If it weren't for this crazy woman, I might not have been able to ascend to the throne... I've fallen to this point now, all thanks to this bitch! If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't kill her, I'd hate to eat her alive!"

Jing Yu's voice seemed to be relieved a little:

"Since ancient times, the Celestial Family has been ruthless. It seems that both immortals and mortals are the same. Those with humanity are so rare that they can be ignored."

"I was originally feeling a bit sorry for you, thinking about how to compensate you for destroying your physical body. Now it seems that I just happened to choose a beast, which makes things much easier..."

"Senior Yunding, seal this man's soul for now. We will set off immediately to [Shen Ding Tian]!"

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Juechen Xianzhou

In a dark cave, the bloody flesh walls expanded and contracted, and blue-black blood vessels were spread all over the edge of the cave, like winding poisonous insects coiled on the inside of the flesh walls, which made people feel terrified.

In the deepest part of the cave, countless slimy tentacles bound a fairy who looked like a fairy banished from heaven. Every aspect of this woman's appearance was just right, and her eyebrows, as indigo as distant mountains, were of just the right shade. At this moment, they were slightly furrowed, adding a bit of pitiful charm to her look.

It was Li Jiangmei.

A young male cultivator in a blood-red robe with a scarlet spot between his eyebrows looked solemn at the unconscious Li Jiangmei in front of him, his eyes filled with unspeakable anxiety:

"Why isn't it getting better yet..."

A cold wind blew up behind the young man in the blood-red robe, and a bronze coffin suddenly appeared.

The young man in the blood-red robe made a hand gesture and muttered something... The blood-red patterns on the coffin surface suddenly lit up slightly, and nine bronze nails rose up on their own, revealing a male cultivator with closed eyes and a pale face in the coffin.

The male cultivator was almost skinny, with purple blood vessels clearly visible under his skin.

This person is Nangong Fuhua’s senior disciple, Nangong Ye, the True Lord Nianmei.

The young man in the blood-stained robe stroked the overlapping knife marks on Nangong Ye's wrist with his fingertips. With a flip of his hand, a blood-red blade as thin as a cicada's wing appeared in his palm, and he gently slashed at the wrist where the knife marks intersected.

This time, even the blood beads coagulated slowly, and the dark red liquid was like sticky honey, pulling out thin threads on the edge of the blade.

At this moment, Nangong Ye, who had originally closed his eyes, suddenly opened them, stared intently at the blood-stained young man in front of him, and said hatefully: "Xue Cang, how long are you going to torture me!"

"Nangong Ye, are you worthy of being tortured by me?"

Xue Cang said coldly, "If it weren't for the mishap when attacking the [Tiantong Sword Gate], which resulted in Jiangmei being seriously injured and requiring the use of secret techniques and the blood of a Nascent Soul cultivator to prolong her life, do you think you would have survived until today?"

"Haha, you guys from the demonic sect are truly untrustworthy. I risked my own reputation to open the Mountain Protecting Sword Formation for you, only to be abandoned like a worn-out shoe the next moment..."

"I regret it so much... I've let Master down." Nangong Ye closed his eyes, a look of regret on his face: "Now Master's life or death is uncertain, and Junior Sister..."

Xue Cang mocked, "What's the point of saying this now? You should have realized your mistake the moment you betrayed Nangong Fuhua."

The swordsman in the coffin did not respond to Xue Cang's ridicule at all, but instead kept his mouth tightly shut. Just as Xue Cang was concentrating on taking blood, Nangong Ye's originally tightly closed lips suddenly opened, and a bright sword light flew out from them!