Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 154: Chapter 38: The Princess and the Crown Prince, the Intersection of Fate, Yan Country’s Ancestral Artifact

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The Buddhist monks actually stood on her side, and the other party must have some purpose.

Recalling what Xiang Yun had said a few days ago, the fate of Yan Country was on the rise, and the current Emperor, her elder brother, had already ordered the elimination of the remnants of Yan.

Combining the monk’s words just now, the other Immortal Sects had already taken action.

It is not difficult to guess that the Buddhists agreed to come down the mountain in order to compete with the Taoists for perpetuation.

This is the only reasonable explanation.

In her view, they were no different from her uncle.

Both wished for her to ascend the throne as Emperor.

They even attempted to force her to accept everything through this compelling approach,

They never considered her feelings, merely using her title as an adequate means.

This approach angered her greatly.

Nevertheless, she had no choice – could she personally kill her uncle?

Thinking of this, Yu Qinghan suddenly felt a sense of helplessness.

This helplessness stemmed from facing her destiny with no way to resist. But her husband once said: “People do not believe in destiny. My fate is mine, not dictated by the heavens.”

With this in mind, Yu Qinghan raised her phoenix eyes slightly, looking again at the two monks before her, dressed in silky white robes, with delicate features that made them look like characters from a painting.

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“Two venerable monks, do you wish to interfere in the matter of Xia Country’s abdication and succession?”

Her words were filled with dominance.

“No, my Buddha will not interfere.”

Monk Fu Hu shook his head.

The Immortal Sect cannot interfere in mortal affairs, which is a rule and also the biggest difference from the Devil Sect.

But if they do not interfere, can they really affect the overall situation?

Looking at the smiling face of the chubby Monk Fu Hu, Yu Qinghan suddenly realized something.

Although the Immortal Sect could not interfere in the Mortal World, it could influence it and affect every move among the people.

Sometimes, a single attitude can cause many to back down.

Likewise, a powerful background can achieve the same result.

If an Immortal Sect stands by her side, what would other forces think when they see it, if not back down in fear? “What if I refuse?”

Yu Qinghan said in a chilly tone.

Hearing her answer, Monk Fu Hu and Monk Cang Long exchanged glances, both seeing the surprise in the other’s eyes.

Then, Monk Fu Hu regained his composure and said:

“Benevolent one, there is no room for turning back on this matter.”

“Your thoughts are still too naive, young one.”

Monk Fu Hu shook his head; his smile remained, unaffected by her words.

“Bodhi has no trees, the bright mirror is not a platform, originally there is no one thing, where can dust be attracted.”

“If the mind is originally pure, why worry about being tainted by worldly affairs?”

Monk Fu Hu’s words conveyed that if the mind is pure, it will be undisturbed by worldly concerns or material things, and even if contaminated, will not become corrupted.

It was like the opposition between Buddhism and Taoism. Their essence came from perpetuation, but it did not affect the purity of Buddhism.

In fact, Monk Fu Hu was also enlightening Yu Qinghan.

Through the Immaculate Buddha Eye, he saw the stubbornness, disdain, and doubt that was well hidden within Yu Qinghan.

Combined with the events that had transpired,

he instantly understood why she had become disheartened towards Xia Country.

She had concerns in her heart, perhaps about matters or people.

It was this layer that was the most important reason.

As for this, Monk Fu Hu didn’t have a good solution.

Buddhist practice could influence a person but could not change them.

“True Dragon Sins, be careful.”

At that moment, the always quiet Monk Cang Long spoke, looking serious on his thin face.

Each of his words was scarce but crucial.

Yu Qinghan was utterly confused by the few words spoken.

Monk Fu Hu, who was beside him, smiled and explained: “My junior brother means that the current True Dragon of Yan could cause huge waves in the future, or even overturn Xia Country. That’s why every choice you make must be carefully considered.”

Yu Qinghan’s gaze was calm as she said indifferently: “It’s still too early to say that. ”

Seeing her nonchalant attitude, Changning King Pei Ming, with an elder’s tone, couldn’t help but reprimand:

“Qinghan, have you not let go of these years among the people? Your father was wrong to you, but in the end, it was all for the sake of Xia Country. On your journey to the capital, I admit, it was my mistake not to tell you about the planned preparations. You were wrongly treated in the prison.”

“But now, everything is ready. Who can stop you from ascending the throne if you just nod? As long as you can become the Emperor, nobody can stop you, no matter who you wish to exact revenge on or settle scores with.”

“Compared to the throne, what do those grievances amount to?”

Pei Ming didn’t understand her. How could an emperor who cares about trivial matters achieve great things while being distracted by the trivial?

After all these words, Yu Qinghan remained silent, seemingly unmoved.

Monk Fu Hu clasped his hands together and sighed: “A human heart with a sense of destiny is rare and precious. You have someone in your heart, young one.”

Pei Ming waved his sleeve, sighed, and said with a burning gaze:

“You are a Ninth-Heaven Phoenix, with noble status and exceptional talent.

That pawnshop dealer does not deserve you.”

“If you don’t seize this opportunity, the emergence of the Rightful King of the Yan will truly be a disaster for Xia Country.”

In the eyes of Changning King, Yu Qinghan was the best candidate for the throne.

In the eyes of the Immortal Sect, she was the one who would decide the direction of the world’s fate.

Of course, they wouldn’t consider a pawnshop owner worthy of her.

In this world, who else was worthy of her?

The training field was cold and quiet all around..