Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 225: Chapter 3 One Year Later

Translator: 549690339

“Where is the descendant of Ancestor Yan Zu?”

There was no beating around the bush, no pleasantries, just straight to the point.

The old fiend of Netherworld glanced at the bloody mist beside him, his eyes filled with questions, as if there were so many things he wanted to ask.

“Answer quickly.”

The figure in the bloody mist spoke coldly, with no intention of explaining.

“I don’t know either.”

The old fiend of Netherworld grumbled unwillingly.

He really had terrible luck, didn’t check any auspices, and everything just went wrong.

Usually, it was him interrogating others. Where was the situation when someone compelled him?

“Oh? You don’t know… If you don’t know, let’s feed him to the demonic serpent.”

The cold voice in Devil Mountain spoke.

“Yes!”

The figure in the bloody mist grabbed the old fiend of Netherworld and headed out.

Scared, the old fiend’s back was covered with cold sweat as he hurriedly said,

“I was played by that brat too. I don’t know what means he used to hide the qi, but givetime, and I will definitely find him!”

“I’m in this state all because of him. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have been injured by an ancestor of the Limitless Immortal Sect.”

“You don’t have much time. Blood Slaughter, keep a close eye on him and find the Ancestral Weapon no matter what…”

The icy voice in Devil Mountain went silent after it finished speaking, as if it had fallen back asleep.

Receiving the orders, the figure in the bloody mist turned to the old fiend of Netherworld, saying, “This descendant of Yan Country is different from the rest. He has awakened Ancestor Yan Zu’s bloodline in his body, so the Ancestral Weapon in his hand can have a significant effect. Heavenly Devil Palace will help you, but I hope you won’t mess up by finding the wrong person.”

“Understood.”

The old fiend of Netherworld secretly sighed in relief upon hearing that.

It turned out they wanted his help. The situation made it seem that his life was in danger.

In the end, the people of Heavenly Devil Palace were after the Ancestral Weapon.

It didn’t hinder him from getting the Ancestral Weapon when they got involved.

The benefits outweighed the cost in this deal.

However, what he was curious about was,

What cultivation level was the Devil Lord at, and why was he always asleep?

Could it be that the Devil Lord was sealed here?

Or was there skind of grudge between Ancestor Yan Zu and the Devil Lord?

He thought about it but couldn’t cup with a conclusion, so he gave up.

The hundred-year-old grudges were too complicated to unravel…

Tflew, and a year passed.

In the south, Yan Country, and the north, Xia Country and the Northern Wolves formed a precarious power balance. There was no all-out war – only small skirmishes at best.

For a whole year, the three sides maintained a delicate balance.

The Xia’s Empress was wise and valiant, restoring the production in the north within half a year, gradually reclaiming lost territories and bringing peace and prosperity again.

However, the Ten States of the North were still temporarily out of reach, facing the constant risk of a Southern Wolf invasion.

At the stime, for eight months,

The Empress announced she would no longer attend morning court sessions.

All major decisions would be made solely by her, and matters could be sent directly to the palace.

This left many ministers puzzled, unsure of the reason behind the change.

Meanwhile, the internal strife in Yan Country escalated, as they aimed to reclaim lost territories.

Of note, Immortal Sect disciples frequently appeared in the Mortal World, heading northward. Most cultivators were clueless about what happened.

The peaceful times in Central State caused many demons to conceal themselves and no longer show themselves.

As for the Raven Sect, they once again rose from the ashes, appearing prominently in both north and south.

Strangely, there was no news of the Crown Prince of Yan Country, who had emerged a year ago and led the country’s revival, carrying its national fortune.

Many cultivators paid attention to this matter. The nof the Crown Prince of Yan Country not only spread throughout the Mortal World, but it was also well-known within the Immortal Sect.

From the rumors, the current Crown Prince differed significantly from his predecessors.

He had the genuine bloodline of Ancestor Yan Zu and was extraordinarily talented, comparable to the true inheritors of the Immortal Sect.

But there was no news about the renowned Crown Prince of Yan Country during this year.

He kept an extremely low profile, no one knowing what he was up to.

Nanyu Prefecture.

Yan Tang Manor.

At first glance, the manor was quite large, with artificial hills and waterfalls, tall and straight bamboo, the sound of gurgling streams beside one’s ear, and

Every flower, grass, brick, and stone here was expertly crafted.

Inside the house were walls adorned with famous paintings, overflowing with elegance, and the floor was polished black stone, incredibly shiny.

A treasured mirror floated in the air.

Suddenly, it flashed with light.

A man in white robes appeared inside the room, smiling.

“Finally finished my retreat.”

Zhao Huai stretched his muscles, making a crackling sound.

During this year, he spent most of his tcultivating.

Refining pills, cultivating, resting.

Round and round it went.

All of Yan Country’s affairs were handed over to others.

As a result, his cultivation improved quickly.

He reached the peak of the Initiation Realm.

His refining now reached the seventh stage.

Forming Core with the seventh stage.

His meridians, bones, and internal organs turned golden.

A vague image of a Golden Core appeared in his Qi Sea.

Now, if he wanted to, he could break through to the Golden Core Realm at any time.

On the surface, he had cultivated for a year, but in reality, he had cultivated for more than two years.

If it weren’t for the limited amount of spiritual stones, he could stay in the small world to cultivate all day long.

He could only cultivate for a few hours each day.

Now, at the Initiation Realm, he was an invincible existence.

No low-grade Golden Core cultivator could match him.

Apart from not possessing a true Golden Core, there was little difference between him and a Golden Core cultivator.

However, he was stuck at the seventh stage for three months, unable to advance further.

It seemed he had reached his limit.

The eighth stage was right in front of him.

Once he reached the eighth stage, he would beca legend in the cultivation world.

As far as he knew, there was no one in the cultivation world who had reached the eighth stage of the Golden Core yet.

He wanted to be the first.

“Your Highness, you have finally finished your retreat.” A gentle and elegant voice rang out.

Zhao Huai looked up, realizing it was Song Zhishu.

After not seeing Song Zhishu for a year, he had grown a lot more beard, looking a lot more mature.

It seemed he could also hold his own now.

“Your Highness, during this time, we have finally received sclues about the woman you asked us to find.”

Song Zhishu reported with a bow.

“Is there news of Madam?”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Huai’s eyes lit up, and he asked breathlessly.

ps: Propelling the progress, officially entering the middle phase..

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