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Contrary to expectations, Qiu Yueqing did not appear overly joyous at this moment. Instead, her eyelashes lowered and she spoke in a somber tone:

“Senior Sister had the most potential to inherit great responsibilities in the

Exquisite Palace, but she is now ensnared by the Tribulation of Love…”

“So what?”

The beautiful woman in palace attire asked indifferently.

“I fear I might walk the same path as Senior Sister someday,” Qiu Yueqing sighed softly.

The palace-dressed beautiful woman, holding her scepter and her back turned towards her, sighed: “Yueqing, you must understand, this is an unavoidable step on the path of cultivation. The Tribulation of Love is the destiny of our Exquisite Palace. Only by overcoming this, can we achieve greatness in the Metamorphosis Stage.”

“Now, this rightful king of the Yan, born from being trapped and transformed, possesses a national fortune more sublime than any of his predecessors, unlike anything in the world. You have the Icy Phoenix Heavenly Spiritual Root; if you dual cultivate, harmonizing Yin and Yang, you may obtain the blessings of the Heavenly Mandate and perpetuation. Your future in the Immortal Method becomes promising. This is your only way out; otherwise, no matter how hard you try, it will all be in vain.”

The woman in palace dress softly persuades, revealing to her the current situation.

“Disciple understands.”

After listening to her master’s words and deliberating for a while, Qiu Yueqing made up her mind.

“I will not follow in Senior Sister’s footsteps.”

Hearing this, a smile flashed across the beautiful woman’s face: “That’s good. That is my disciple, Liu Tianxue.”

“Go. The Teleportation Formation is charging up now. You must not let any other Immortal Sect get ahead.”

“On this journey, you must not interfere with the Mortal World, but you must gain the approval of the True Dragon.”

The extreme west of the Xia.

A burial ground where human traces are rare and the environment is harsh. An elder in a deep purple robe, with white hair, gazed at the east coastal region with a sinister smile: “The rightful king of the Yan, huh? Imagine such a rich national fortune that could awaken the dormant national fortune of Yan. I bet numerous Immortal Sects are envious.”

“Our Devil Sect might as well admit him as one of our own. If he cooperates, so be it, but if he doesn’t, should we forcibly seize it?”

Thinking about this, the purple-robed old man seemed a bit conflicted.

After contemplating for a moment, he still decided to give up.

“It might be difficult to seize control. If I take him by force, I’m afraid it will summon the backlash of Heaven and Earth’s flowing qi. It’s better to be safe and provide proper guidance.”

“These Immortal Sects will surely send people to protect him, we must find a way to coerce him.”

“Right, exactly. Let’s kill off these kids. Eventually, this True Dragon will have no choice but to work with me.”

The elder in the purple robe snickered.

Tianmu Mountain.

The blazing sun and the Heavenly Dragon anomaly had persisted for quite a while, accompanied by the representation of national fortune – the silhouette of the Silver-Scale True Dragon, which had submerged into Zhao Huai’s body. In a flash, the entire jungle’s Qi Sea dissipated, and all activities ceased.

In front of Blackwind Cave, the demons either died or fled.

The entire Demon Cave was devoid of any demonic presence.

Zhao Huai sat cross-legged on the ground. His body shone with golden light, looking like a small gilt figurine.

He circulated his True Vigor and performed several Circulations of Qi before he could completely absorb the overflowing golden light into his Qi Sea.

The national fortune that had just been condensed with the help of this Fortune Formation had now become a part of Zhao Huai.

It corresponded to the Dragon-shaking Heavenly Mandate, unlocking the qualification to receive the blessings of all people. This was indeed the prerequisite for obtaining national fortune.

National fortune is the embodiment of the blessings of all people.

If he won the hearts of the people, his national fortune would be rejuvenated.

If he lost their trust, he would lose his national fortune.

This “all people” referred to not only the common people but also countless cultivators.

The perpetuation originated from the offerings to the ancient gods and immortals.

It represented a kind of belief and hope, not just a single joss stick.

Now it had also become a part of the national fortune.

If the perpetuation was prosperous, the national fortune would be prosperous.

If the national fortune was prosperous, it could support every single person.

Regardless of their origins, whether rich or poor, or whether they were cultivators or mortals, as long as a country was prosperous and its national fortune was sufficient, even if ordinary people led a tough life, they would not die of starvation.

Men could fill their stomachs, wear clothes, and have homes to live in. The country would be able to protect all its people and make them happy.

If the national fortune was ruined, even if a person was rich and powerful, they would lose everything in times of turmoil and die in a chaotic world.

That was the function of national fortune.

That was also why the perpetuation aroused fierce competition among many Immortal Sects. They viewed it as an indispensable item to maintain their sects’ prosperity, helping them churn out more and more powerful cultivators.

Omm!

Finally, the cracking sound in Zhao Huai’s Qi Sea stopped. His True Vigor had completed the preliminary condensation, marking the arrival of the Qi tide.

He had officially stepped into the seventh level, the Late Initiation Stage.

The immense energy gained after killing the Spider Demon King allowed him to step ahead into a curious stage, one which he had never heard of before.

He only knew that this stage could manifest anomalous phenomena, solidify True Vigor, and rejuvenate one’s spiritual power. It felt as if his entire body had undergone purification, and the True Vigor inside his body was several times stronger than before.

Compared to the power at the Middle Initiation Stage, this was a drastic and profound transformation.

Zhao Huai felt many new elements within his body, things that he had never experienced before.

“Congratulations, young friend. You have successfully completed the

Transformation of Elixir and similarly, arrived at the first stage of transition.”

At this moment, a warm laughter rang out. Zhao Huai looked up to find the

Taoist priest with a goat beard who had battled with the Demon King earlier. Holding a purple spiritual sword, he hovered mid-air, his demeanor elusive.

Not just the priest with a goat beard, the young disciples of the Immortal Yearning Sect had also descended from their swords and stood on the ground, forming a circle around him..