Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 307: 39: I Am Now Unbeatable in This World 2

Translator: 549690339

Bloody Slaughter Ancestor stroked his beard and smiled:

“With the arrival of the Great Epoch, many ancient awakenings have occurred among the demonic sects and bewitched countries of the Western State. I advise the Demonbred to bring more offerings from the Devil Palace.”

Upon hearing this reminder, Situ Huan did not say much but his face darkened.

The inner workings of the Heavenly Devil Palace were not a united front, especially after his unbeatable myth was broken.

Ever since the Spiritual Mountain Sect and the Crown Prince of Yan Country were defeated, he faintly sensed that someone within the Devil Sect was eyeing his position as the First Demonbred.

Every ten years, the Heavenly Devil Palace would hold an election for the Demonbred, with candidates coming from various Devil Sects and Evil Schools.

The strong were respected, and the victorious were kings.

From the twelve chosen candidates, only one would be the new Demonbred, or Demoness.

The newly appointed Demonbred could challenge the old Demonbred.

The rule was the same: respect the strong.

To become the First Demonbred, one could learn the supreme secret technique

“Heavenly Devil Thirty-Six Transformations,” become a disciple of the Devil Lord, and hold power over the Heavenly Devil Palace

Even the palace masters of the various Devil Palaces must pay their respects and, when necessary, carry out their appointments.

And Situ Huan, he had been holding the position of Demonbred for a full hundred years, a rare existence in the history of the Heavenly Devil Palace’s establishment.

There were a large number of Demonbred under him by now, appearing peaceful on the surface, but he didn’t know how many were secretly coveting his position.

The reason he broke through to the Rebirth Realm was because he had considered this factor.

A mere Golden Core was no longer enough to deter these guys.

Nanyu Prefecture, Yan Hall Courtyard.

Since the issuance of the Edict by the Lord of Yan country, several days had passed and people all over the world were shocked.

At this moment, Zhao Huai was sitting cross-legged on a wooden couch, with magic power flowing out from his Golden Core, constantly circulating his Circulation of Qi.

His newly accepted disciple, Shen Yuer, stood nearby, her eyes wide open, full of curiosity.

“If you have any questions, just ask.”

Although Zhao Huai’s eyes were closed, his voice transmission still reached Shen Yuer’s ears.

“Is Master Lord really the Crown Prince of the Yan Empire?”

Ever since she learned of Zhao Huai’s true identity, her attitude became more cautious, and she did not dare to be negligent.

This was a deep-rooted sense of inferiority.

She thought that the Crown Prince was a high and mighty figure, holding the power of life and death, indifferent and noble.

Back when she was in the village, she never even saw a prefecture chief, let alone a Crown Prince.

“So what if I am.”

Zhao Huai’s tone was indifferent.

“That’s amazing. The Crown Prince must live a life of luxury and wealth,” Shen

Yuer exclaimed.

Zhao Huai slowly opened his eyes and calmly said, “On the contrary, it’s not easy to be a Crown Prince. There were times when I almost lost my life.”

“Who could hurt you?”

Zhao Huai stood up, hands behind his back, looking at the blooming flowers, and said, “There are too many to count. You must understand that in this world, nothing is absolute, especially cultivation.”

“What about becoming immortal? Didn’t Master Lord say that once you become immortal, you can be independent?”

A complex emotion rose in Zhao Huai’s eyes, “I used to think so, but it doesn’t seem to be the case now.”

Even a powerful figure like Ancestor Yan Zu, who ascended after becoming an immortal, vanished without a trace. Even using the Great Divine Skill, he learned about the descent of the Great Epoch and made a series of arrangements hundreds of years in advance.

Could it be that he did all this because it meant he might not return?

After thinking about it, Zhao Huai looked at Shen Yuer and found that she had successfully entered the stage of refining qi, making rapid progress.

He calculated the time and pondered, “The generals from all over the Yan country should be arriving soon. Then they might be able to help solve the Heavenly Earth Altar issue in the Western State.”

“Wait, where is Yin Nanyu?”

Zhao Huai suddenly realized that in the days since his return, he hadn’t seen Yin Nanyu.

“You continue practicing, and I’ll go for a walk.” Zhao Huai immediately turned around and ordered.

“Understood.”

Shen Yuer obediently nodded like a pecking chick.

Zhao Huai left the Yan Hall Courtyard, spread his Divine Insight and finally found Song Zhishu at the ancestral hall.

Song Zhishu was now kneeling in front of the hall wearing a white mourning dress.

Zhao Huai’s expression became solemn as he came here. He went to the front of the hall and silently bowed to a newly erected spiritual token.

“Your Highness!”

Song Zhishu then noticed Zhao Huai’s arrival, looking surprised as he apparently didn’t expect him here.

“Elder Song has worked hard all his life. He has traveled extensively for the Yan Empire, exhausted himself, and died afterwards. Ideally, he should be enshrined in our ancestral temple. But the Imperial Mausoleum and the Old Capital are both in the north, and if I ever return to the Old Capital one day, as the Crown Prince, I will fulfill this wish.” Zhao Huai said solemnly.

Song Zhishu was deeply moved by these words and bowed in gratitude, “On behalf of my grandfather, I thank Your Highness.” Zhao Huai sighed and spoke to the spiritual token: “Old Song, rest in peace.”

“By the way, do you know where Yin Nanyu went?”

Zhao Huai didn’t forget about the important matters and went straight to the point.

Hearing this doubt, Song Zhishu hesitated for a moment and stuttered:

“The military counselor… she’s… she’s missing.”

“Missing?

Zhao Huai furrowed his brow, confused and asked, “What happened?”

Song Zhishu’s eyes dimmed, “It happened several months ago, but we only noticed something was wrong recently. The military counselor has always been responsible for the local people’s livelihood when my grandfather was in power and General Hu was leading the troops outside. It was only when some common cultivators, who wanted to redress their grievances, came to us that I realized that the local people’s livelihood had been left unattended for a long time..”