Cultivation Helped by Ancestors-Chapter 235 - 205: Praying to Heaven

"Ancestor, what should we do now?"

Beside him stood a military general, his entire body exuding a strong and fierce aura, furrowing his brows.

He had a tall and massive physique, carrying a strangely shaped giant blade on his back, with a powerful and overwhelming blood qi that seemed to connect with the rules of heaven and earth.

This was a rare land-bound Immortal Demon.

It was an existence above the Martial Arts Celestial Beings.

Such martial powerhouses were extremely rare, each one a legend that emerged from Body Refining Martial Dao.

Yet, under Chao Mu’s command, even such legends were utterly respectful and deferential.

"I didn’t expect the changes in the Dragon Vein to be discovered so quickly by those cultivators!"

Chao Mu’s gaze was cold and stern, and he sighed softly in front of the jade screen.

He could imagine that the Array of Heaven Prayer within the East Mausoleum probably wouldn’t remain concealed for long, and sooner or later, it would be deduced by those outstanding experts.

There were only so many forbidden techniques that could forcibly mend a Dragon Vein and suppress the country’s lineage.

These people probably wouldn’t let the Heaven Prayer Ceremony support things smoothly until thirty-six years later.

After pondering for a moment, Chao Mu immediately gave an order.

"Mobilize the Black-clothed Guards to search for the Dragon Vein across various regions. Once Hidden Dragons are found, report immediately—no unauthorized actions!"

"Zhao Hu, you must keep an eye on the movements of the major forces in the capital during this period. The defense around the Dragon Vein must not fail!"

Hearing this, Zhao Hu’s expression changed slightly. Chao Mu’s action clearly acknowledged the changes to the Dragon Vein, which alarmed him greatly.

...

On the Observatory Platform

At this moment, Zhang Jian stood before the altar, but he did not continue harassing the demons in the Demon Suppression Tower. Instead, his gaze was fixed on the grand Imperial City below.

His powerful soul essence had transformed into a Yin Spirit, which not only caused his Yin Spirit Power to rise sharply, but also brought about various changes within his body.

Not only did his responses become more agile, but his flesh body also naturally exhibited diverse divine profounds.

Zhang Jian realized that even though he hadn’t practiced particularly advanced pupil techniques, his naked eyes had become spiritual gazes.

This was despite him not possessing any special Immortal Gods’ bloodline or demon beast Divine Beast lineage. If he did carry the bloodline of a Divine Beast, he would definitely be able to awaken some unique bloodline divine techniques.

"Perhaps I can independently create a unique pupil technique..."

This thought flashed through Zhang Jian’s mind.

Zhang Jian had this thought for a long time.

In contemplation, he leisurely withdrew his gaze!

In the distance, the Imperial Mausoleum was still a scene of Dragon and Tiger Qi surging, no different from before!

Throughout this period, he had been observing the feng shui patterns around the East Mausoleum and deducting the mysteries within the Dragon Vein, but so far, he’d made no headway!

Just at this moment, Zhang Jian’s gaze shifted because he noticed a sudden bustle in the square ahead.

At this time, as Zhang Jian gazed, he saw He Ying Daoist arguing justly with a group of young women. Zhang Jian listened carefully for a while and then withdrew his gaze.

It was due to the disappearance of Jingming Daoist; He Ying had quarreled with a few fellow disciples.

One side believed that Jingming Daoist might have met with misfortune, while He Ying was frustrated.

Soon, He Ying carried a copper disc up from below the Observatory Platform, her eyes slightly red.

Zhang Jian glanced at the food and wine on the copper disc, then nodded slightly once he’d looked at it.

He gestured for He Ying to leave it and go on her way.

However, this time He Ying seemed a bit hesitant.

Zhang Jian, sitting at the desk, noticed her demeanor and chuckled.

"Is there something you want to ask?"

He Ying softly asked, "Mr. Zhang, they all say you are broad-minded and know everything. Do you think Master will return?"

Zhang Jian looked at the soft and weak girl, his eyes slightly flickering; yet, he paid no heed and continued eating and drinking.

Seeing this, He Ying looked a little disheartened, giving a slight bow.

Zhang Jian then spoke mildly.

"On the left side of the Library Pavilion, the first volume, that holds your answer!"

Upon hearing this, He Ying’s eyes widened slightly, then she nodded and bowed.

"Thank you, sir!"

She set down the copper disc and hurried towards the Library Pavilion.

The Library Pavilion was enormous, its interior housing a vast collection of classics.

In moments, she found the left side and saw a small desk where Zhang Jian often read.

Additionally, there was a unique government office for Zhang Jian to play the zither and paint, with ink and paper ready, and in the corner, He Ying saw a painting hanging on the wall.

It was a very peculiar painting!

Numerous ink and wash lines intertwined, transforming into towering mountains, yet a thin figure steadily advanced along a dangerous path amidst the peaks, passing through numerous checkpoints.

The figure was a young man dressed in a raincoat!

Staring at this scene, He Ying felt a bit puzzled.

"Is this reflecting Master, or perhaps me?"

He Ying Daoist’s eyes showed signs of thought, but in that figure, she sensed a form of tenacity that couldn’t be stopped by even the tallest mountains.

This tenacious and bright will gradually eased her always tense mind, providing inspiration and naturally helping her find motivation.

At this moment, her eyes moved towards the bottom where a line of small characters appeared.

"Conceal talent, suppress cleverness, withdraw spirit to feign foolishness. With steadfast determination, the Great Dao will not fail humanity!"

Reading this line, He Ying Daoist’s eyes flickered.

"Is Mr. Zhang suggesting that Master will be alright, and I should focus solely on cultivation?"

This thought brought a touch of joy to He Ying Daoist’s face.

But after pondering several times, He Ying Daoist fell silent.

Currently, her Dao practice was too weak. Even if something happened to her master, there was nothing she could do. She indeed needed to calm her mind and diligently cultivate, not to waste Jingming Daoist’s expectations of her.

...

After He Ying Daoist left, a Yellow Robe Daoist emerged from the side of the Observatory Platform, as if appearing out of thin air.

His curious voice came through.

"Mr. Zhang seems to have intentionally guided that young girl?"

"She has been bringing me food for several months. Though she seems frail, her spirit is tenacious, capable of enduring hardship, and she has the wisdom root. Why not help her accomplish something?"

Zhang Jian smiled faintly.

Indeed, he was merely offering enlightenment as destiny allowed; if it meant helping a Treasure Pearl shine again, it would be an interesting tale.

Simultaneously, Zhang Jian looked at the Yellow Robe Daoist and said.

"You’ve been observing me for months now, yet today you finally reveal yourself! May I ask how should I address you, senior?"

Upon hearing this, the Yellow Robe Daoist laughed heartily.

"No worries, I am Huang He!"

"So it’s Huang He Master!"

Zhang Jian nodded slightly; during this time, he had inquired about the Dong Shen Temple’s affairs involving Divine Beasts. The temple housed numerous Spirit Beasts, including formidable Exotic Beasts with Divine Beast lineage.

But the most powerful should be the mount of the Dong Shen Ancestor, a Yellow Crane that had attained its Dao two thousand years ago.

Being an Exotic Beast, it had long attained the Yin Spirit form.

Listening to Zhang Jian, Huang He Daoist was amazed and said, "I didn’t expect Mr. Zhang, while at the Observatory Platform, to be so clear about external matters; such divine techniques indeed amaze people!"

"The Master’s great name is well-known inside and outside the Dong Shen Temple."

Huang He Daoist laughed heartily, "Mr. Zhang is truly an extraordinary person."

"However, I observe traces of a Hidden Dao Lineage in your Daoist technique. Where does your Dao lineage originate from?"

Zhang Jian, upon hearing this, pondered briefly but did not hide anything and smiled.

"I was fortunate to be accepted into the Tongshan Dao Lineage and am currently cultivating under Master Zhanmo."

"A disciple of True Monarch Zhanmo?"

On hearing this, the Huang He Daoist nearly choked.

Seeing the Daoist’s exaggerated expression, Zhang Jian blinked, prompting an awkward smile from the Huang He Daoist.

"No wonder at such a young age you’ve cultivated such Vast Righteous Qi to this level!"

Speaking of True Monarch Zhanmo, the Huang He Daoist held great admiration, noticeably altering his demeanor!