Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills

Chapter 98: Chapter 9: The New Dragon Ascends the

Throne, The Sun-observing Ya Long (Seeking Subscription!)

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The sky brightened as a ray of sunshine finally rose through the dark night, illuminating the wreckage of the once-magnificent Xia Imperial City.

The crowing of roosters signaled the arrival of early morning.

Morning light streamed into the capital, incinerating countless yellow-papered thunder talismans into ashes. A gust of wind dispersed the ashes into every corner, leaving no trace. Everyone hoped that the horrors of the previous night were just a nightmare, but the shattered walls of the Imperial Palace and the heavily injured Imperial Guards kept the shadowy memories fresh in their minds. “My God! My palace is ruined!”

“How much money will this cost?!”

Early in the day, a heart-wrenching cry of misery echoed.

People couldn’t have imagined hearing such wailing in such a prestigious and solemn place.

After daybreak, King Yan Yu Yunping gazed at the ruins of the once magnificent Golden Dragon Palace. Only the remnants of broken walls and pavilions remained, bringing him great distress. Silver! It was all silver! Shiny, silver!

The Golden Dragon Hall, which symbolized the political center of Xia, had collapsed completely. Among the ruins, one could barely make out a fragmented Dragon Chair with a shoe print on it. People wouldn’t know who stepped on it, but the chair was certainly unusable and needed to be replaced.

King Yan Yu Yunping stared blankly at his surroundings, heartbroken. If he couldn’t see the extent of the palace’s destruction during the night, only hearing the sounds of collapsing structures, the situation was now crystal clear in the daylight!

He half knelt on the ground, holding fragments of rubble in his hands, tears welling up in his eyes.

Golden Dragon Palace- – gone.

Yangxin Palace–gone, too.

All the important halls–gone!

Even Golden Core Realm experts from the Immortal Sect could not defeat the First Raven Protector!

“Your Highness, fortunately, the Previous Emperor’s coffin is still preserved.”

The strategist in black cloth led the remaining Imperial Guards in an inch-by-inch search and reported the results to him.

King Yan waved his hand, thinking how the coffin was nothing compared to the sparkling glaze tiles and jade pillars.

But upon further thought:

Did he forget to mourn for his father?

“My father! How miserable your death was!”

“Cursed Raven Sect, I will avenge my father!”

King Yan immediately rushed to the coffin that had been carried by the Imperial Guards and wailed bitterly, overcome with grief. He cursed the Raven Sect and vowed to avenge his father.

Deep in his heart, he was even more worried about how much money it would cost to hold the funeral.Google seaʀᴄh ɴovel(ꜰ)ɪre.nᴇt

While King Yan wept, a group of Imperial Guards arrived, dragging a handsome, pale-faced youth with them.

“Report! We found a body. It’s King Qin!”

Upon hearing the report, King Yan was momentarily stunned. He then threw himself onto the youth, sobbing and sniffling.

“My dear brother! How did this happen to you? Curse you, First Raven Protector! ”

While King Yan cried, the surrounding Imperial Guards, palace maids, eunuchs, and the strategist in black cloth lowered their heads, watching him weep without any expression.

Unaware people might have actually believed how close these two brothers were.

The poor King Qin Yu Shihuang appeared to be a great warrior on the surface, determined to prove himself but had fallen victim to manipulations. His cultivation was sealed during the chaotic night, with no one to protect him. Trying to escape, he was caught in the crossfire and crushed to death by the collapsing palace walls. Such was the fate of the legitimate firstborn son. “Your Highness, the Ascension Ceremony is about to begin.”

Seeing that King Yan was still crying, the strategist in black cloth glanced at the sun and whispered a reminder.

Only then did King Yan stand up, choking on his words, and give an order, “Alright… properly place my father’s and elder brother’s bodies. They’ll be buried after my ascension.”

With that, he strode forward, preparing for his ascension to the throne.Yu Yunping left the Imperial City and came to the city wall. His crying suddenly stopped, and he rubbed his tired eyes and face.

At this moment, the strategist in black cloth next to him couldn’t help but ask doubtfully, “Your Highness, are we sure this was done by the Raven Sect?” Yu Yunping stared at him coldly and said in a deep voice, “Does it matter?”

“We must find someone to blame and provide an explanation to the people of the world!”

There was Tianwu Gate in the Imperial City.

Yu Yunping looked at the civil and martial ministers brought down by the Imperial Guards below and the people of the capital who gradually showed their faces. His mood suddenly improved a lot.

With the witness of the royal family and officials, the Ascension Ceremony proceeded as usual, albeit a bit shabby in terms of material conditions. The required ceremonies were still observed, though.

An hour later, the Ascension Ceremony ended.

At that moment, a gigantic dragon shadow appeared above the Xia’s Imperial City, roaring to the sky. It was a deer-horned, mustachioed dragon within the clouds and mists, only much smaller in size compared to the magnificent Red -eyed Golden Dragon seen earlier on Yu Daocheng. It looked skinny and skeletal.

The dragon shadow, hidden above the Imperial Palace, guarded the national fortune.

Ordinary people, of course, could not hear its roar, but Yin Nanyu in the deserted courtyard in the capital seemed to feel something.

In front of her, the statue of the Crow Immortal glowed faintly, and her eyes narrowed towards the sky.

“Short-lived dragon, nothing more.”

In an inn thousands of miles away from the capital.

Zhao Huai sat on the bed, recuperating.

During his battle with Xu Muchen, he gathered his strength for one strike, only to find that he couldn’t kill the youth in the Taoist robe and that his True Vigor and spiritual power were about to run out.

If he didn’t win, he couldn’t stack his Thousand-Mile Lone Rider and True Vigor couldn’t recover.

Continuing the fight would have resulted in defeat, so he simply retreated. After all, the goal of the journey had been achieved, and there was no need to stay any longer.

After leaving the capital, Zhao Huai lost all his powerful spirit force accumulated from battling countless opponents, and his magic power quietly dissipated.

With the battle over, the momentum vanished, and the power on his body could not be retained after all.

The added cultivation from the Killing Sword destiny was not his own, and it could only temporarily increase his power. Only the power he personally cultivated could truly be steady.

Nevertheless, the trip to the capital still yielded considerable gains for him.

There were many insights gained from the increase in his cultivation, including those in practice and spirit, and the swords -making had the deepest impact on him.

Last night, two swords attracted the attention of the world. One was named The Sun-observing, and the other, he named Ya Long.

The Sun-observer showed him a hint of the path to the Golden Core, with its manifestation of the Fierce Sun in the sky.

As for Ya Long, it originated from the Dragon-shaking Heavenly Mandate destiny. With the power of heaven and man in one sword, it suppressed the dragon, containing an immense presence, making it quite a powerful sword.

The [Sword Cultivator] also improved significantly.

Originally, the Sword Cultivator’s qi inside his body was as thick as a chopstick. Now, after wielding these two swords, it had expanded to the width of a fist.

Although the change in appearance seemed small, the actual power was hidden within.

Once used, it could be understood. For example, Zhao Huai initially felt that the power of his sword attacks was only as high as his chest, but after using the Sword Cultivator’s qi, it increased by a substantial amount, reaching the height of the roof.

[Sword Cultivator] could enhance the power of every sword, allowing him to confront enemies with ease and raise the upper limit of his sword skill.

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