Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up-Chapter 250 - 152: Su Qianqian’s Soul Returns!

"I don’t like owing people favors!" the protagonist said.

The protagonist looked at Zhao Yi, and said seriously, "Though I don’t know how you did it, you really saved me. I can tell you the solution to the Zhao Clan’s bloodline curse."

Zhao Yi nodded, with a solemn expression, "I’m all ears."

The protagonist was very satisfied with Zhao Yi’s attitude.

This guy had previously ignored him, which was utterly unreasonable.

The protagonist said earnestly, "Reverse the cultivation technique."

Hmm?

Zhao Yi was taken aback, "That’s it?"

The protagonist nodded, "That’s it."

Zhao Yi’s expression instantly became quite spectacular.

To break the Zhao Clan’s bloodline curse and shatter the nightmare of going mad at sixty due to the ’Dragon God Technique,’ the elites of the Zhao Clan had performed countless experiments over the millennia.

The result was unexpected; the final solution was to reverse the cultivation technique.

"Tsk tsk!"

Zhao Yi shook his head, inwardly sighing.

He imagined how his great ancestor Zhao Xuan would feel upon learning that simply reversing the ’Dragon God Technique’ could break the curse; his expression would be quite remarkable, his heart likely shattered.

"The ancestor really played an enormous joke on everyone!" Zhao Yi sighed deeply.

Then, he cupped his fists towards the protagonist and said, "Thank you for telling me! This information is very important to the Zhao Clan. If you have time, you should visit the Imperial Clan Court; this merit is enough to confer you a princedom."

The protagonist shook his head weakly, refusing, "I’m planning to retreat from society; I don’t want to deal with the Zhao Clan or the Cultivation Realm in the future."

Retreat from society?

Zhao Yi raised an eyebrow.

He didn’t expect the protagonist to have such an idea.

In the original novel, the protagonist was all about his career, always eager to achieve.

Zhao Yi even wanted to arrange for the protagonist to become the Lord of the Immortal Alliance.

And now, he wants to retreat from society?

What stimulus did he suffer?

Zhao Yi was curious, but seeing the protagonist looking like he had seen through the affairs of the world, he didn’t say much more.

He nodded, smiling, "As long as you’re happy, if there’s anything you need, feel free to contact me; the Zhao Clan will always be your home."

He finished speaking and turned to leave.

According to Zhao Yi’s guess, the protagonist breaking through the Tier Ten Void Realm should be the end of the plot, the grand finale soon.

Although some deviations appeared in the middle, the plot had run its course.

After Zhao Yi woke up, his nerves had been tense.

Now, he could finally relax.

Zhao Yi planned to return to Shengjing City to have a good rest and then take a stroll around Great Xia to see if he could gather some treasures.

He planned to return once the old emperor passed away and live as an incompetent ruler who eats and waits to die.

"Wait!" the protagonist suddenly called out to Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi stopped in his tracks, looking back at him, puzzled, "Is there anything else?"

The protagonist lay in a deep pit, his hand resting on a bald monk’s head, his body charred, exuding the aroma of roast meat.

This look was indeed not outstanding, but against the backdrop of extremely high attractiveness, it surprisingly didn’t seem wretched, instead possessing a sort of ’battle damage’ beauty.

Zhao Yi inwardly exclaimed, ’What the heck.’

He had inadvertently obtained the female lead’s "most beautiful in the world" title in the Great River Secret Realm, but still seemed slightly lower than the protagonist.

"Truly the favored child of the heavens!"

Zhao Yi sneered inwardly, but maintained a calm face, seriously looking at the protagonist with a listening expression.

The protagonist nodded with satisfaction and said, "There is a Divine Hall of Time in the Treasure Tower Secret Realm, where there’s a guy calling himself the Sage of Time. He says he’s from the Magic World, skilled at using Undead Magic, and he stayed in this world waiting for the Messenger!"

Messenger?

Zhao Yi reacted quickly.

As soon as the protagonist finished speaking, he immediately understood.

Zhao Yi asked, "You are that Messenger?"

The protagonist was slightly taken aback, obviously not expecting Zhao Yi to guess so quickly.

He nodded, "Yes, I am that Messenger."

Zhao Yi’s brain moved rapidly; what he originally couldn’t understand instantly became clear.

Zhao Yi asked, "Does the existence of the Sage of Time have to do with the Ancient Race?"

The protagonist was even more shocked, "You actually know about the Ancient Race?"

After he spoke, he pondered, "No wonder, I saw in the River of Time you trick all those Otherworld creatures to death; you already knew about the Ancient Race. With a heart prepared, it’s no wonder they were not unjustly killed!"

The protagonist’s voice was small, Zhao Yi couldn’t hear clearly, "What did you say about the River of Time?"

The protagonist shook his head, "You don’t need to worry about this. As long as you know the existence of the Sage of Time and their enmity with the Ancient Race."

Zhao Yi nodded, cupped his fists once again, "Thank you for telling me! This information is very important to the Great Xia Zhao Clan; you’ve made another great contribution! As I said before, if you get tired of retreating from society, you can return to Shengjing City; there will always be a place for you at the Imperial Clan Court."

The protagonist was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Are you inviting me?"

Zhao Yi froze for a moment, then hesitantly nodded, "Yes, I am inviting you."

"Understood!" the protagonist said.

Then he turned his head, no longer speaking.

Zhao Yi looked at the proud protagonist and couldn’t help but find it somewhat inexplicable.

Could this guy’s brain have been damaged by the thunder?

Why is he still acting like a madman?

Zhao Yi shook his head and turned to leave the base of Sumeru Mountain.

Although the protagonist hadn’t fully explained things, Zhao Yi already understood.

His previous speculation was correct; the Zhao clan is indeed the Ancient Race.

There’s just one thing Zhao Yi couldn’t figure out.

The protagonist is also a member of the Zhao bloodline.

Why did those people choose him as the Messenger?

The protagonist isn’t a lunatic; how could he report himself?

If he couldn’t understand it, he decided not to think about it anymore.

Since the protagonist is the Messenger, the news of the Ancient Race won’t spread quickly. Zhao Yi can take advantage of this time to go back and further develop the Little World.

Zhao Yi felt a premonition that once the Little World is developed, it will surely give him a huge surprise.

At the same time, the Little World is crucial for Zhao Yi to fend off the invasion of the Plane World.

Otherwise, relying solely on the Tier Nine Saint King Realm of the Cultivation World wouldn’t be enough to resist the terrifying army of Otherworld creatures.

Those Otherworld creatures wouldn’t even have to lift a hand; an Undead Mage could massacre the entire Cultivation World!

Once Zhao Yi walked far enough, the old monk emerged from the ring.

When the Tribulation Thunder descended earlier, the protagonist used the Buddha’s six-foot golden body to withstand the Thunder Dragon. Although he was gravely wounded, he managed to protect the old monk.

Otherwise, even the slightest residual wave of the Tribulation Thunder could turn the old monk to dust.

The old monk came out of the ring and saw the protagonist, charred all over. He sighed, "You little monk truly have a tumultuous fate. I don’t even know whether to say you’re unlucky or fortunate!"

The protagonist shook his head, slowly moved his arm, and struggled to sit up.

The old monk wanted to help him, but the protagonist refused.

"I’m fine!" The protagonist shook his head.

He had endured eight strikes of Tribulation Thunder, firmly stabilizing his cultivation at the Tier Ten Void Realm, just a step away from ascending to the Spirit Realm with the final Purple Sky Divine Thunder.

However, the protagonist had no interest in ascending to the Spirit Realm.

Ever since he heard the Sage of Time’s words, the protagonist felt an intense aversion to the Otherworld, led by the Spirit Realm.

These Otherworld creatures not only conspired to kill "the Ancient" but also sealed the entire Cultivation World, causing countless elites of the Cultivation Realm to tragically perish under Thunder Tribulations over the millennia.

This blood feud must be avenged sooner or later.

And as for the six major cultivation sects led by the Buddha, who sold out the entire Cultivation World for their selfish gains, the protagonist held them in even greater disdain.

After resting for a while, the protagonist slowly stood up.

He was now at the World Returning Void Realm in terms of cultivation, having refined both his physical body and True Essence to the extreme of this world.

If it weren’t for the Eye of Celestial Destiny secretly plotting, assembling seven Tribulation Thunders at once, the protagonist wouldn’t have been so heavily injured.

The first thing the protagonist did upon rising was to reach for the storage bag at his waist.

Funny enough, despite the near-carbonizing strikes of the Tribulation Thunder, the Arhat Fruit remained unscathed.

Seeing the Arhat Fruit, the protagonist immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The protagonist had gone through so much on this journey, all for this Arhat Fruit. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

If it had been ruined by thunder strikes in the end, he would suffer a great loss.

"Let’s go!"

Storing away the Arhat Fruit, the protagonist said to the old monk, "It’s time to settle things with Yao Su."

The old monk nodded in agreement.

He wasn’t in favor of the protagonist being entangled with Yao Su for too long.

Yao Su’s character is not decent, twisted in nature.

The old monk worried that if the protagonist stayed with her too long, it might lead him astray.

"Once things are settled with Yao Su, you can be considered to have achieved Perfection in work and can start preparing for bigger things!"

The old monk had snapped out of the blow from not being chosen by the Buddha.

Though still feeling a bit of envy seeing the Buddha’s light behind the protagonist’s head, it no longer affected his normal judgment.

With his mind recovered, the old monk began urging the protagonist to pursue grand matters.

The protagonist wore an expression of helplessness.

He couldn’t comprehend the old monk’s deep obsession with so-called grand matters.

"Master Ancestor, there is something you might not know."

The protagonist thought it was better to clarify to the old monk, to spare himself from endless nagging.

With a solemn expression, the protagonist said, "The bloodline curse of the Zhao clan has been lifted. Do you know what this implies?"

Upon hearing this, the old monk’s face instantly changed.

Clearly, he knew what it implied.

It meant that the Great Xia Zhao Clan could mass-produce Tier Nine Saint King Realms without any future troubles.

Why bother with grand matters then?

The old monk’s Divine Soul trembled at the thought, his ancient face full of shock, his frail figure suddenly hunching over as if aging several decades in an instant.

Seeing the old monk in such a dazed, battered state, the protagonist shook his head and left the pit, heading down the mountain.

The old monk floated behind the protagonist, like a wandering ghost, his face blank, muttering under his breath, as if questioning his existence.

"This can’t be! Why is it like this? Why doesn’t it match the mark?"

The protagonist ignored the old monk. Soon, he arrived at a cave at the base of the mountain, where he found Yao Su lying on a stone slab.

Whether it was an illusion or not, the protagonist felt that Yao Su’s face seemed to have undergone subtle changes, though he couldn’t pinpoint exactly what had changed.

Yet this face seemed familiar.

The impression shifted from previous indifference to a deep-rooted disgust.

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