The Prince Can Do Divination

Chapter 410 - 253: The Former Prince of the Cold Palace, to Shatter Your Dragon Throne, the Lord of the Eastern Palace, Lu Mingyuan

If not for the Palace Defense Array, which was linked to the Imperial City and reinforced its foundations, that single sword strike would have utterly destroyed the entire Eastern Palace Mansion. It would have cleaved more than half the buildings in the Imperial City in two.

The Cultivators watching from the Imperial City—all those who were not Feathered Martial Artists or True Arhats—held their breath, their hearts pounding in their chests.

A slight stir in nature’s spiritual energy marked the reappearance of the woman in green robes. She raised a translucent, crystal-clear left hand as a Dharma Aspect materialized behind her: a towering, sword-wielding woman. It was a Taoist Family Qi Cultivator’s Yin Spirit, refined to absolute purity—hailed as one of the "golden branches and jade leaves"—with every muscle and meridian rendered in astonishingly lifelike detail.

It had been tempered by the Grand Thousand Canglan Map.

She had finally broken through to the Eleventh Realm.

Nine lifetimes of Reincarnation, equivalent to a Hundred-Year Dao Foundation. Such a gift would allow anyone to soar to the heavens, let alone the White-haired Daoist Nun, who was renowned for her talent.

"Can you, in your current state, unleash the full power of the Immortal Sword?"

the old blind man asked, his voice laced with bitter unwillingness.

The immensely powerful Thunder Immortal Sword was the one thing that could not crack the old blind man’s basket-formed Turtle Shield.

"And what if you add me to the equation?"

A mature woman appeared, waving her sleeves and flicking her Duster with a faint smile.

The old blind man was utterly shocked to see her. "Sui Yuqing?"

His tone was filled with disbelief. "You’re going to join the Crown Prince of Great Yan in rebellion too?"

The mature woman shook her head. "Rebellion? I only know that you bullied my junior sister. That’s a grievance we can’t just swallow."

"Hahaha! To be able to witness such a good show, it seems my role as a guide wasn’t in vain."

A hearty laugh rang out from the sky.

The White-robed Celestial Master streaked across the sky, riding a giant gourd.

He was accompanied by numerous Qi Cultivators, all gracefully riding their swords.

Standing on the massive flying gourd were many familiar faces, each with an extraordinary aura and a distinguished bearing. Quite a few possessed otherworldly good looks, though there were some strangers among them as well.

Then, one by one... they swarmed out.

The gates of the Eastern Palace Mansion swung open.

Noble Consort Yaoguang, Wang Zhaoyan, and Wang He’fu walked out from the main courtyard, together gazing upon the shocking and magnificent scene.

Sword Qi surged like a river overflowing its banks. Primordial Spirits emerged with the grace of lotuses rising from water. Golden Dao Lotuses shone, as vast and lofty as revolving stars.

Then, from the direction of the Imperial Palace, a pillar of Dragon Qi shot into the sky.

The two violent impacts caused a minor earthquake in the Imperial Capital.

This drew everyone’s attention.

"The disturbance is coming from the Imperial Palace."

"What’s happening?"

"His Highness went there alone. Will he be alright?"

A woman in a ruqun dress with the dignified air of a matriarch walked out gracefully. She looked toward the Imperial Palace and, as her gentle voice transmitted to all, she gave an elegant bow.

"Everyone, my husband is in peril, and the Eastern Palace Mansion faces disaster. Yet, you Cultivators of the Three Religions have gathered here, coming from all corners to offer aid. I, Mu Xue, am boundlessly grateful. Please accept this gesture as a token of my thanks."

"Today, a fatuous ruler sits on the throne while treacherous ministers hold power. His Highness is in grave danger. I, Mu Xue, kneel and implore you all to go to the palace and save my husband from this crisis!"

「...」

At the Great Yan Imperial Palace, upon the Dragon Wall.

Everyone began to arrive and take their positions.

Outside the Imperial Palace, a female general in red armor held the reins of her horse, a Long Spear at her side. Leading numerous Armored Warriors, she looked valiant and heroic. She announced coolly:

"Huo Hongling, Martial Artist, daughter of the Champion Marquis."

A woman in a ruqun dress, surrounded by a scholarly air and surging with Literary Qi, suddenly spoke:

"Qi Muxue, of the Li Sheng Lineage and Shengjing Academy."

There was a person on either side of Qi Muxue.

A tall man with his hair tied up in a Confucian topknot held a Feather Fan. His face was heroic and clean-shaven, his complexion fair. Dressed in a white Confucian robe embroidered with auspicious clouds, he naturally exuded a calm and composed demeanor.

"Su Youhuai, Chief of Internal Affairs of the Eastern Palace Mansion, an Eleventh Realm Confucian Cultivator."

The officials present gasped.

’He’s the former Temple Priest of the Confucian Temple! Could it be that the Confucian Temple is also siding with Lu Mingyuan?’

The other man, dressed in a blue Confucian Shirt, was smaller in stature. His long hair was let down, giving him a slightly lazy appearance, but his eyes were deep and profound, as if they could see into people’s hearts. He looked like the kind of brilliant strategist who never miscalculated. His eye sockets were slightly sunken, his skin rather dark, and he had a bit of stubble, yet his expression was exceedingly calm and stately.

He announced his name: "Shen Yuanxi, Chief Law Officer of the Eastern Palace Mansion."

’Is that the great Military Family talent from the Nanli Dynasty who has been rapidly gaining fame?’ an official suddenly recalled from the recent Nanli Mansion Reports.

A man with closed eyes, straddling a Spiritual Tiger and holding a Long Whip, spoke quietly, "Zhao Gongming, Dragon and Tiger True Monarch, First-Class Tributor of the Eastern Palace Mansion."

A tall man wearing a Bronze Tiger Mask, a long saber resting on his shoulder, announced in a buzzing voice, "Yang Jian, Great Protector of the Eastern Palace Mansion, Eleventh Realm Martial Artist."

"Monk Fahai, Second Protector of the Eastern Palace Mansion, Feathered Martial Artist," said the muscular monk beside him, his vital energy surging like a dragon’s, as he pressed his palms together.

"Zhang Jiao, the Great Virtuous Master, Second-Class Tributor of the Eastern Palace Mansion,"

a thin Daoist in yellow robes said impassively, a Thunder Pearl in his hand.

A middle-aged man in a long, cyan gown stood in the sky above the Imperial Palace and said with a grin, "Lu Zhengchun, Honored Guest Elder of the Eastern Palace."

Someone couldn’t help but be taken aback.

’Lu Zhengchun?’

’Isn’t he the Nanli Prime Minister? What is he doing here?’

In fact, Lu Zhengchun was one of the seven leaders of the Infinite Faction; he was more than just a Prime Minister.

Then, a woman with slender willow-leaf brows, her hair in a high chignon, and snow-white hair cascading down like a waterfall, flew out from the east of the Dragon Wall, no longer concealing her face or appearance.

Clad in green robes, she was as picturesque as a Fairy descended to the mortal realm.

"Yun Qinghe, of Thunder Pearl Peak, Celestial Master’s Mansion."

Many officials of the Great Yan Dynasty were left speechless and stunned.

’Yang Jian, Zhao Gongming, Yun Qinghe!’

’These people are all incredibly famous! Butcher Yang Jian, who annihilates entire families at the slightest provocation, is notorious in the Jianghu and ranked high on the Mountain and River List. He’s reached the Eleventh Realm?’

’And Zhao Gongming is the God of Wealth who has risen to prominence in recent years. Many Golden Body Temples have been built for him across the land, largely thanks to the Seventh Prince’s efforts. This God of Wealth has also joined the Eastern Palace Mansion?’

’And finally, Yun Qinghe.’

’Isn’t she that disciple of the Celestial Master’s Mansion, a Sword Immortal who recklessly tried to assassinate the Fifth Prince at the great banquet of nations?!’

’How did she become a Tributor for the Eastern Palace Mansion too?’

A muscular man with a buzz cut appeared elsewhere, smiling. "Luo Shengmiao, Martial Artist from Luoshui Cave Heaven."

’Isn’t he from Golden Court Mountain?’

A woman of extreme beauty with cold eyes, clad in taut black robes, stood in the air to the west of the Dragon Wall and stated coolly, "Cyan Shadow, Sword Cultivator of the Eastern Palace."

Another extremely handsome young Sword Immortal, with a gentle and mellow voice, introduced himself from the void above, "Liu Feiyu, a Named Honored Guest Elder. I’m not too late, I hope."

A slender Daoist with a Nether Moon tattooed on his brow stepped forward with a smile. "Not late at all. I just arrived myself."

A woman of extreme beauty with cold eyes, clad in taut black robes, stood in the air to the west of the Dragon Wall and stated coolly, "Luo Ying, Sword Cultivator."

"These three... I don’t seem to recognize them."

"You don’t even know Liu Feiyu? He’s the famous Sword Venerable from the Dao Alliance!"

"As for that Cyan Shadow, she can only be one person. The prodigy disciple from Fuyao Sword Palace a hundred years ago. She took first place in the great Sword Dao competition before defecting from Fuyao to become a Loose Cultivator. I am the Minister of Justice; I still remember her."

Was that all?

Not at all.

From the Wenyuan Pavilion in the Imperial Palace, a young man in a white Confucian Shirt walked out from a window of the Library Pavilion. He was filled with Vast Energy, gentle like jade, and as pleasant as a spring breeze. It had been a long time, and he now carried an aura of Heaven and Earth Qi.

He emerged from among a million books, the mighty Spring and Autumn Brush materializing before his chest. His Cultivation had long since reached the Eleventh Realm. Facing the Holy Bright Palace, he called out softly:

"Chen Ke, Staff Officer of the Eastern Palace."

In an instant, the phenomenon of a Profound Bird soared into the sky.

The Literary Spirit Profound Bird had lain dormant for three years. It hadn’t vanished; it had been inside Chen Ke all along.

Yuan Xuangang squinted, looking toward the Wenyuan Pavilion. He, of course, knew who Chen Ke was.

Two years ago, with the heart of a child, he had declared his life’s purpose to be "sheltering all the poor scholars of the world and making them joyful." He gained the resonance of heaven and earth, manifested the Profound Bird phenomenon, and broke through to the Seventh Realm overnight.

Later, by comprehending the Learning of the Mind, he advanced to the Tenth Realm.

Now, after studying the millions of volumes from the Three Religions and a hundred schools of thought, he had focused the power of the Spring and Autumn Brush within his Life Temple, taking on the air of a Great Scholar.

The boy from the humble alley had finally come into his own.

Beside Xu Changqing’s massive gourd, a slightly older woman in a palace dress noticed the gazes upon her. She sighed, stood by the railing, and said casually, "Qinghu, Honored Guest Elder."

She was an incarnation of Lady Qingqiu.

She had come here by special invitation from the Dao Alliance.

Having watched everyone make their entrance, Zhao Xuanwu rose into the air and hovered there. With a smirk, he announced, "Zhao Xuanwu, Sword Venerable, Chief Honored Guest Elder of the Eastern Palace Mansion."

And then, the master of the Eastern Palace Mansion himself, Lu Mingyuan, clad in a Four-Clawed Python Robe, stepped forward with firm strides, like the moon surrounded by stars. Standing beneath the Dragon Wall, he took a deep breath and said, "Thank you all for coming to my aid. I, Crown Prince Lu Mingyuan, am eternally grateful. Now, we can begin."

This was an unprecedented debut, the likes of which had never been seen in the history of the Great Yan Dynasty. It was possible that for a thousand years to come, no one would ever be able to replicate such a spectacle.

「...」

Sigh, today’s update is late. I was mainly thinking about how to write this better. There are too many characters, so I spent some time reviewing previous Chapters. The update on the 9th will not be delayed and will be posted as usual.