The Prince Can Do Divination-Chapter 153 - 135: Upper Trigram of Good Fortune, Venerable Purple Fate Grid [Imperial Family]

Chapter 153: Chapter 135: Upper Trigram of Good Fortune, Venerable Purple Fate Grid [Imperial Family]

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Time was of the essence.

Lu Mingyuan’s mind raced as he contemplated the meaning of the divination trigram.

’Looks like I can’t save her. I have to stick to Prince Jin’s plan.’

’I have to frame the Seventh Prince for this.’

’Only by redirecting the fallout to Prince Langya, Lu Yunwan, can this crisis be resolved. Otherwise, the mission will fail. Even if I saved the Shadow Scout, Prince Jin would just take his anger out on us.’

’Lu Guangjing doesn’t care if the Shadow Scout lives or dies. He might even want her dead.’

’They sent the Shadow Scout for this mission instead of another Tributor. That, combined with her knowledge of the Golden Crow Country, makes me think she must have some connection to Princess Jinwu. That’s probably what the "Golden Crow calamity" refers to.’

’Considering her killing intent just now... she went for a lethal blow, not the feint we planned.’

In a flash, Lu Mingyuan made his decision.

He chose the Upper Trigram of Good Fortune.

’Since the Shadow Scout is already grievously wounded on the ground, I can act without restraint and continue with the plan.’

’I have to make Princess Jinwu "accidentally" discover that the Seventh Prince was behind the assassination. I need to find a way to lead her to that conclusion.’

After a moment’s thought, a flash of inspiration struck Lu Mingyuan. He had an idea.

"Blood Shadow Legion, on my command!"

Lu Mingyuan stood on the mountainside, his hand clenched into a fist. The Tributors from the Endless Pavilion at his side were all his men. With a gurgling sound, they all rose from the ground, writhing blood coalescing into humanoid forms. Their clothes and faces were all different, but their eyes were savage and their faces blank, like machines built only for slaughter.

"Charge their formation with me!"

The Shadow Warriors’ figures darted through the mountain forest, quickly reaching the foot of the mountain. They launched their attack on the formation of Golden Crow Soldiers!

Meanwhile, in the center of the formation of Golden Crow Armored Warriors.

After the great battle, Princess Jinwu, Luo Qiufu, was pale and her limbs felt weak. It was clear that with her low Cultivation, wielding the Immortal Sword Jin Yu had taken a great toll on her stamina. A middle-aged General at her side helped her onto her Black Blooded Steed.

In fact, with her current ability, she was still not strong enough to command the Immortal Sword’s power, able to unleash only one percent of its strength.

Using it required her to expend her own life force—in other words, it shortened her lifespan.

Ever since her father, the emperor, died from a serious illness ten years ago, she had acted as Regent for her younger brother, the Golden Crow Crown Prince.

Only half a year ago had she used the National Ancient Artifact, the Three-legged Golden Crow Tripod, to gain the right to wield the Immortal Sword.

Only then did she finally have the means to protect herself.

Unfortunately, she could only sustain it for the time it takes an incense stick to burn.

That was why she had been defeated so quickly.

The difference in their strength was simply too great.

"What is it, Your Highness?"

Seeing her dazed expression, the middle-aged General asked with concern, thinking her Divine Soul had been rattled by the earlier Sword Intent.

She narrowed her eyes, gazing into the distance and murmuring softly, 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"That woman’s Swordsmanship... it’s so familiar..."

The woman who had just fought her felt uncannily familiar.

She once had a younger sister who was also passionate about Swordsmanship—one whose talent even surpassed her own. That sister was a genius praised throughout the Golden Crow Country. At the tender age of eight, she had been acknowledged as the master of a Flying Sword from the Sword Tomb on the mountain behind the Royal City. She was one of the foremost Sword Dao prodigies of her time.

But she had died later, on the battlefield of a war between nations.

’It couldn’t be her. They must have just studied under the same master.’

’After all, my sister is dead.’

"Your Highness!"

Just as Luo Qiufu was lost in thought, cries of alarm and the panicked neighing of horses broke the silence.

"Your Highness, it’s that same band of mountain bandits! There’s an incredibly strong Monk with thick brows and big eyes—he’s killed many of our men with his fists!"

"A large group of them also charged down the mountain to plunder the weapons and Armor we’re transporting."

A cavalry scout from the vanguard knelt as he reported.

"A Monk, out here in the desolate wilderness? They can’t possibly be simple bandits."

Luo Qiufu frowned and gave her command. "Form ranks and prepare for battle! The woman in black has already been wounded by the Immortal Sword Spirit, so she’s out of the fight. The rest are just Seventh Realm Cultivators—nothing to fear."

「Elsewhere.」

A powerfully built Monk with thick brows and big eyes stood with his muscles knotted and bulging. His enormous fists glowed with a golden radiance. His Fist Technique was fluid and graceful, yet the dense Fist Gang that erupted from his strikes sent the Heavy Armor cavalrymen blocking his path flying through the air.

Their steel-plate-thick Blackgold Shields were useless. Even protected by Heavy Armor, the Soldiers were struck so hard they saw stars and bled from their eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. The Martial Dao Primordial Qi was so penetrating it could "strike the cow through the mountain," rupturing their internal organs and causing unstoppable internal bleeding.

"Hahaha! A bunch of weaklings! You can’t even take one hit!"

The thick-browed, big-eyed Monk let out a wild laugh. His booming voice was like a great temple bell, powerful enough to shatter eardrums.

"WHOOSH!"

"WHOOSH!"

Suddenly, the sky was filled with the sound of tearing air as a rain of arrows flew toward him. In the distance, the Soldiers had drawn their black bows into full moons, their arm strength astonishing.

But in the next instant, faint, tadpole-shaped golden inscriptions materialized around the Monk’s body. The rain of arrows simply bounced off him as if they were nothing more than a tickle, completely ineffective.

His Golden Sanskrit protected his body, making him impervious to blades and spears!

"This General will face you!"

Four Golden Crow Generals charged, roaring as they brandished their spears.

They were all Commanders of the royal Personal Guard, each possessing Grandmaster Cultivation.

From their superior position on horseback, the four men bore down on him with the unique might of Grandmasters. Their weapons surged with a Martial Arts Gang Qi that crashed forward like a tidal wave.

Like four pillars supporting the heavens, they closed in to surround and kill the Monk at the center.

"Daluo Prajna Fist!"

Qi and blood surged through the thick-browed, big-eyed Monk’s powerful arms, infused with vast Buddha Power. He slammed his palm into the thick chest plate of one of the Golden Crow Generals. The incredibly tough Armor instantly cracked, and the General was sent flying.