The Prince Can Do Divination-Chapter 173 - 146: The Military Saint Arrives in Person, The Might of a Saint, Chaos in the Capital City
On a beautiful, spiritually charged mountaintop within the Confucian Temple.
CLANG! CLANG!
A middle-aged blacksmith with a thick beard and streaks of white in his hair held a hammer, striking a red-hot Treasure Sword with a resounding CLANG. The wall beside him was lined with all manner of weapons.
The blacksmith’s expression was serious, his gaze sharp. He had the build of a tiger and the back of a bear, and his beard was like black steel bristles. His brawny shoulders were covered in knotted muscles, glistening with sweat.
With every strike, the Spiritual Power radiating from his body flared. He then plunged the forged, incandescent Treasure Sword into hundred-year-old Profound Water to cool.
SIZZLE!
A massive cloud of steam billowed out, obscuring all vision.
In an instant, a sharp Treasure Sword was forged.
Suddenly, the middle-aged blacksmith stared at his masterpiece, blanking out for a second.
Then his brow furrowed. It was as if he had sensed something, a feeling stirring in his very bloodline.
Before long, the voice of the Confucian Temple’s Vice Sect Leader reached his ears via sound transmission.
The middle-aged blacksmith lifted his head. Standing by the window, he gazed toward a certain direction in the sky, his eyes narrowing with an extremely dangerous look. He cursed angrily, "What insignificant little rat dares to plot against this Saint?"
"Do you really think that just because we Saints have vowed not to interfere in worldly affairs, we just sit on our high horses and do nothing? That you can act lawlessly? This Saint has abided by the rules for three hundred years, causing no trouble and starting no incidents. I have done more than enough. If someone still refuses to follow the rules, then they had better have the power to back it up. If not, they can go die."
After his tirade, the middle-aged blacksmith went to an adjacent thatched hut.
The interior of the hut was unexpectedly an ancestral hall. In its center sat a transparent bottle containing a golden Buddhist Family Dao Lotus. Within the lotus, twelve Golden Pearls nourished the faint, slender silhouette of a woman.
This was the only remnant of his daughter’s soul, left behind before she journeyed far away.
’To think it would now become her last hope for survival.’
The middle-aged blacksmith cradled the bottle, squatting on the ground in reminiscence. He sighed, "Daughter, your father told you. In this grand game, even Saints must tread carefully. But you wouldn’t listen. You insisted on leaving the Confucian Temple to follow that boy. I’m not blaming you; I just feel it’s unfair to you. Don’t worry, Father will get justice for you."
The blacksmith, who had been squatting, stood up. With a flick of his wrist, the transparent bottle vanished from his palm.
He slowly walked out of the thatched hut. Seeing no one around, he shot up from the ground like a great white rainbow exploding from the earth, rocketing toward the sea of clouds high above.
The roaring momentum caused all the scholars on the Confucian Temple’s Celestial Mountain to look up at the sky.
"Who has come out of seclusion?" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎
"It looks like Uncle Ning, the one who forges swords on that mountain. My teacher said his identity is anything but simple. He seems to be the Military Saint from three hundred years ago, the one who committed monstrous massacres. He fought with the Buddhist Sect over territory to establish his own school, slaughtered his way to their door until they apologized, and caused several Bodhisattvas to fall."
"That’s impossible! Ning Tomb hasn’t left this mountain in three hundred years. Why would he leave now?"
"There’s something you don’t know. This Saint is a Swordsmith Master. In the first half of his life, his thirst for slaughter was so immense he was like a living Celestial Killer Lone Star—anyone close to him would soon die. In the second half, he dedicated his life to forging swords to atone for his sins. Only then was this ’Great Buddha’ blessed with a daughter. His daughter was as gentle as water, but because of his terrible reputation, she couldn’t find anyone to marry. She did get married recently, though. Perhaps something has happened to her."
Within a grand, ancient hall.
Li Sheng sat ramrod straight before a Chessboard. From his perspective, a piece as brilliant as the sun had suddenly appeared on the board, landing in the most densely packed area.
...
「The lands of Nan Zhou.」
At the gate of the Imperial Palace stood several women in palace attire, a graceful and noble-looking lady, and a man in brocade clothes and a Jade Belt. They were chatting and laughing, appearing dashing and carefree. With them was a ten-year-old boy in a Python Robe, his expression vacant, like a Puppet.
Suddenly, a deafening BOOM erupted.
The Imperial Palace was rocked as if by an earthquake. The Dragon Vein immediately grew turbulent, and the National Fortune wavered.
The graceful, noble lady with the golden hairpins turned pale and shouted in fury, "Who dares to invade my Great Zhou?"
"Quickly, report to the Lord National Preceptor!"
The man in brocade clothes and the Jade Belt sensed a terrifying aura, and his expression changed drastically.
Before any of them could take a single step.
BOOM!
With a thunderous crack, the head of the lady with the golden hairpins exploded. Then, the same happened to the beautiful woman next to her, and so on down the line.
Everyone died, except for the ten-year-old boy in the Python Robe, who remained motionless.
The figure of the Military Saint, Ning Tomb, hovered amidst a splendid, golden sea of clouds. His gaze was sharp as he surveyed his surroundings and sneered:
"Xun Yu, since you enjoy playing your pathetic little games from behind the curtain, this Saint will destroy Nan Zhou’s National Fortune and halt your Dao Practice in its tracks."
The moment he finished speaking, he vanished, reappearing outside the border. In the next instant, he had an old man who was trying to flee by the head, dragging him back across the national border. Just as his five fingers were about to squeeze, the old man begged pitifully:
"Lord Military Saint, we can talk about this! This old one is not the National Preceptor—"
Before he could finish, the Military Saint crushed the head of this Eleventh Realm lackey of the National Preceptor. He casually tossed the corpse outside the border to be devoured by wild Demon Beasts.
However, a streak of emerald rainbow light shot out from the corpse, fleeing with incredible speed. A trail of purple smoke billowed behind it like a great river as it escaped ten thousand li in the blink of an eye. He merely shot a cold glance at this wisp of a Yin Spirit, his gaze like a sword.
Ten thousand li away, the emerald Yin Spirit instantly split in two, its Divine Soul utterly destroyed.
This commotion attracted the attention of many nearby Great Powers. Pairs of Spiritual Senses swept over the area, wanting to see which sacred being was causing the disturbance. But when they saw who it was, every one of them was utterly horrified.
"It’s the Military Saint, Ning Tomb?!"
