Chapter 44: The Eternal Longevity Turtle
Chapter 44: The Eternal Longevity Turtle
Wen Zhong Yong stood beside Sima Ting, slightly shorter than him.
"According to our inside information, this might be related to a certain individual.
Years ago, Empress Jin Li took out a treasure from the Imperial Treasury, known as the Lustrous Jade Tide."
"This treasure?" Sima Ting, the Prime Minister, was surprised.
This treasure is a pair, and those who possess both can communicate with each other.
However, this communication is limited to only these two people.
It's not as advanced as the current communication artifacts.
"According to our source, Empress Jin Li has been in constant communication with a mysterious person through the Lustrous Jade Tide.
It's possible that this person helped Lady Qin Fu Ren achieve the Imperial Power breakthrough!" Wen Zhong Yong stated his conclusion.
Upon hearing this, Sima Ting's frown deepened, indicating his growing anger.
The palace maids were mostly Sima Ting's people, so obtaining this information was a simple matter.
Moreover, during the Xuan Yuan Jin incident, Jin Li had mentioned Qi Yuan's name, and she occasionally muttered 'Qi Yuan' to herself in her chambers. It was only natural for this information to leak out.
"Dare they ruin my plans!
Have you found out their identity?"
Wen Zhong Yong shook his head, "The other half of the Lustrous Jade Tide has been missing for a thousand years."
"Can we speculate on their identity?" Sima Ting asked, "If they can help Lady Qin Fu Ren reach the Imperial Power, this person is likely no ordinary cultivator!"
He had many enemies.
Even within the Tian Yun Sheng Men, there were those who opposed him.
And now, someone was aiding Empress Jin Li, creating more trouble for him.
This might be directed at him personally, or at the Tian Yun Sheng Men.
The Tian Yun Sheng Men was the foremost sect among humans.
Over a dozen human kingdoms revered the Tian Yun Sheng Men as a holy land.
The Tian Yun Sheng Men was situated in the northernmost region, suppressing human fortunes and intercepting powerful demons from the demon race's ancestral lands.
The Tian Yun Sheng Men stood above all, akin to celestial beings.
However, in recent years, the Tian Yun Sheng Men had started to involve itself in the secular affairs of royalty.
Sima Ting was one of the Tian Yun Sheng Men's pawns.
Other kingdoms were gradually being consumed by the Tian Yun Sheng Men's influence.
Aside from the Tian Yun Sheng Men, there were numerous other sects among humans.
Many of these sects had united to resist the Tian Yun Sheng Men.
In Sima Ting's opinion, the owner of the other half of the Lustrous Jade Tide might be a powerful cultivator opposing the Tian Yun Sheng Men.
However, a thought occurred to Sima Ting, and he asked, "Could it be someone from the demon race?"
He was somewhat concerned.
In the past, he had collaborated with a powerful demon to gain influence.
But after aligning himself with the Tian Yun Sheng Men, he promptly cut off all contact with that demon.
He feared that this matter might be related to that demon.
"Who they are is not important," Wen Zhong Yong said confidently, "As long as we know they are our enemies.
Daring to disrupt the Prime Minister's plans and the Sheng Men's schemes, even if they are a Supreme Overlord, they must die."
"You can?" Sima Ting asked.
"Yes, I know their name, Qi Yuan, and with the Lustrous Jade Tide, it's enough to curse-kill them.
Even if it's a fake name, my curse technique can still kill them."
Sima Ting's expression turned worried, "What if they are a Supreme Overlord?"
Wen Zhong Yong took out a bamboo ruler, "This is the Country-Sealing Ruler, a gift from the Fate Providence Lord. It contains the Lord's supreme cultivation.
With this ruler, even a Supreme Overlord cannot escape death from my curse technique."
This ruler was personally bestowed by the Fate Providence Lord.
They, as agents of the Fate Providence Lord, followed his instructions and carried this ruler to various kingdoms to gather their fortunes.
"If they are using a nameless pawn to communicate with the Empress, wouldn't that be a waste?" Sima Ting asked further.
"It doesn't harm me or them, just a waste of time, and it can also serve as a warning.
Please wait a moment, Chancellor. I'll bring the jade artifact, and then I'll perform the curse-killing technique!
Even a Supreme Overlord will meet their end!" Wen Zhong Yong declared.
"Thank you, sir!" Sima Ting said.
He was also somewhat excited.
He hoped that Qi Yuan was the demon he had previously collaborated with, and that the curse technique would kill him.
Execute the Robe Monster King
The Bridal Robe Empress
The Fate Providence Mountain, a sacred place for humans, towered over the Moonward Continent, its peak reaching tens of thousands of feet high. From a brothel emerged a seemingly ordinary young man with a relaxed and carefree demeanor.
"The journey through dust and desire pales in comparison to the pleasures of a beauty," he said, his face unremarkable, easily overlooked among the crowds. Yet, his true identity would shock everyone—he was none other than the Fate Providence Lord.
"After three thousand years, I can finally venture beyond the three-hundred-mile radius of Fate Providence Mountain. Not bad, not bad at all," he mused. Three thousand years ago, a drop of elixir blood fell upon a longevity turtle in the mountain, awakening its consciousness and transforming it into a human-like form with a lifespan of ten thousand years.
Through that drop of elixir blood, he gained access to countless secrets and knowledge that had eluded him. But there was a price—he could never leave Fate Providence Mountain.
He endured his cultivation, year after year, his progress painfully slow due to his poor aptitude. It took him five hundred years to reach the Emperor Level, and fifteen hundred years to attain the Supreme Overlord Level. Only twenty years ago, he had stepped into the legendary Heavenly Realm.
His mediocre talent led him to adopt a cautious approach. When faced with enemies, he often outlived them, then set up brothels on their graves, indulging in a night of debauchery. He limited these activities to the vicinity of Fate Providence Mountain and even forced the descendants of those who offended him into prostitution, adding them to his harem.
He had no interest in virtuous women, preferring the company of courtesans. As his power grew, so did his arrogance. He established the Fate Providence Sect and became its Supreme Overlord.
Unbeknownst to the sect's elders, each generation of the Fate Providence Lord was just another of his aliases.
As he walked, the Fate Providence Lord hummed a tune: "Indeed, I've been too timid in the past. Inciting a thousand-year war between humans and demons, the bloodshed and death only propelled me to the Supreme Overlord Level at a snail's pace. Controlling the fate of nations and the bloodline of demons, and using them for sacrifice—that's the true path!"
With his power surging, the Fate Providence Lord couldn't help but marvel at his progress. His mediocre talent had made his cultivation painfully slow. Following the secrets of the elixir blood, he incited conflicts between humans and demons, absorbing the resulting blood energy to gradually enhance his strength.
The inherent conflict between humans and demons made his task easier. But as his power skyrocketed, he craved more. He set his sights on the most powerful and sinister technique in the secrets—the Fate Blood Sacrifice Technique.
He sent the Country-Sealing Ruler into the nations, absorbing their fate and fortune. In just another sixty years, the Fate Blood Sacrifice Technique would be complete.
When the time came, he would perform the blood sacrifice, offering up the humans and demons of this world, transforming into a true ruler of the Moonward Continent.
Reflecting on his life, the Fate Providence Lord couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. His life had been extraordinary, marked by extreme caution and late blooming.
"I've bowed to the powerful and swayed the world with my words," he reminisced. "Even with unparalleled talent, it all turns to ashes and becomes a joke. The eternal turtle lives on, and my late blooming reaches its peak today!"
The Fate Providence Lord often frequented brothels and hummed tunes, but his cultural level was lacking, paying no heed to tones or rhymes.
As he prepared to return to the Fate Providence Sect for seclusion, he made a decision for the final sixty years. For added security, he would cultivate in a coffin, letting his aliases handle affairs, only emerging for significant matters or the occasional brothel visit.
Just then, a crow flew overhead, prompting him to curse his bad luck. With a snap of his fingers, the crow dropped dead. An inexplicable sense of foreboding gripped him.
"I can't continue to indulge. No more brothels either," he decided, making a choice that went against his ancestors' ways.
(End of Chapter)
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