Eternal Life: I Can Control My Essence Qi-Chapter 64: The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, Unaware of the Oriole Behind
Atop Fengyu Pavilion, Zhang Yao observed the movements within Prince Zhen Nan’s Mansion, still secretly contemplating:
"Yu Wenze’s determination is quite remarkable; he has deployed four Grandmasters right off the bat."
"But how can he ensure that these Four Grandmasters won’t betray him after they’ve succeeded?"
Grandmasters are not entirely obedient pawns, and it’s impossible to train them as Death Warriors or tools; the Immortal Cultivation Technique is equally alluring to them.
As doubt arose in Zhang Yao’s heart, his mind shifted, and suddenly he understood.
The conditions Yu Wenze proposed likely involved sharing the Immortal Cultivation Technique, hence he wasn’t worried about these Grandmasters betraying him.
After all, if they betray Yu Wenze, they would face a life of hiding and being hunted across the world; since they can share it, there’s no need to take it all for themselves.
"However, Yu Wenze’s move is probably just a pipe dream, without much genuine sincerity..."
Zhang Yao recalled intelligence from years ago.
Yu Wenze, once loose-lipped while drunk, revealed a critical message: he himself wasn’t very confident in successfully cultivating the Immortal Cultivation Technique.
He didn’t expect much success, so how much success could these Grandmasters have?
Yu Wenze’s hope in obtaining the Immortal Cultivation Technique was largely for his descendants, as they bear the bloodline of the Empress.
"The Immortal Cultivation Technique is obviously not something anyone can cultivate; surely it has its restrictions."
Upon reaching this point, Zhang Yao couldn’t help but feel a bit apprehensive:
"I wonder if I can cultivate it..."
"If I obtain it and can’t cultivate it, it would be all for naught."
Just as his thoughts were drifting:
"Boom!"
Suddenly, from the depths of Prince Zhen Nan’s Mansion, a thunderous explosion echoed.
Zhang Yao saw it very clearly; a yellow light flashed deep within the mansion, shining brightly like fireworks, clearly visible in the dark night.
"This!"
His expression became serious, warning himself:
"Indeed, Prince Zhen Nan’s Mansion conceals great danger."
"Is that Elder Immortal still alive? Or has he left some hidden legacy?"
Suppressing his restless thoughts, he fixated on the place where the yellow light erupted, ready to act or retreat at any moment.
Meanwhile, following the thunderous explosion, chaos suddenly erupted throughout Prince Zhen Nan’s Mansion.
Shouts resounded everywhere, a large number of guards and Armored Warriors assembled, but before they could act, flames suddenly erupted throughout the mansion.
The spies lurking in the mansion made their move! 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢
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"Huff, huff..."
Sun Changchuan panted heavily, his face pale, with blood at the corner of his mouth, clearly injured quite seriously.
Relying on his Grandmaster martial arts skills, he broke through the encirclement and escaped Prince Zhen Nan’s Mansion, then fled for his life, not daring to pause even for a moment.
"The Immortal Cultivation Technique!"
Sun Changchuan’s face showed ecstatic joy, his heart ablaze.
Prince Zhen Nan’s Mansion was more dangerous than imagined, with the Immortal Talisman guarding it, its power immense and beyond his expectations.
Four Grandmasters entered, in the end, only he was lucky enough to escape alive; the loss was so heavy, yet it was all worth it.
Because he grabbed the legendary Immortal Cultivation Technique!
"This is the ladder to heaven!"
He tightly protected the item in his arms, darting through the night, faster than a thousand-mile horse.
After a frantic run of dozens of miles, once thoroughly far from Nanwang Town, he finally slowed down, sitting on a large green stone in the forest, panting.
"I got it..."
His mind was filled with chaotic thoughts, hesitated for a moment, then immediately gave up the idea of returning to Shangjing.
Why go back? To be discarded after the mill is done?
If all four Grandmasters returned, the Emperor might be apprehensive, perhaps even adhering to the agreement of sharing the Immortal Cultivation Technique with them.
But now, with him returning alone, isn’t that equivalent to entrusting his life to the Emperor’s mercy?
The human heart cannot stand scrutiny, nor can the heart of an Emperor!
"Alas, Liang’er, I’m sorry for you all..."
Sun Changchuan sighed, mourning for his wife and children far away in Shangjing.
He planned to rest a bit, take care of his injuries, then swiftly flee Yun Province, to find a place to live incognito, cultivate the Immortal Cultivation Technique and become an Immortal ancestor!
Once he became an Immortal, he could marry again, and have more children, right?
"Huh..."
At this moment, Sun Changchuan’s vision blurred, feeling the world spinning.
When he regained his senses, to his horror, he found a figure in black robes appearing before him, and the item in his arms vanished without a trace.
"You!"
Fear gripped his heart, but before he could resist or escape, the black-robed man waved his sleeve.
"Boom!"
Sun Changchuan’s body flew as if hit by a cannon, crashing ten or so meters away, landing as a lifeless bag of flesh, dead beyond doubt.
"Finally got it!"
Zhang Yao looked at the book and small bag in his hands, a genuine smile emerging on his face.
Perseverance is rewarded by Heaven!
He had been lurking in Nanwang Town for over thirty years, waiting for this moment of harvest.
"Let’s go!"
Without hesitation, Zhang Yao secured the items and quickly turned to leave.
......
After the great chaos.
Prince Zhen Nan dispatched Armored Warriors, mobilized heavy troops, and sealed off the whole of Nanwang Town, conducting a massive search, but it was all too late.
Just three days later, through urgent eagle express, Yu Wenze in the distant Shangjing Imperial Palace received the news.
Already seventy years old, he no longer possessed the heroic demeanor of his youth; taken by anger, he almost fainted from fury.
"Bang!"
Yu Wenze smashed the cyan porcelain tea cup in his hand, his eyes bloodshot, roaring in rage:
"Where are the people? Where are the items?"
"Neither alive nor dead... All my painstaking plans over the years, is this the result I get?!"
His heart was filled with rage, his graying hair fluttered, as if ready to devour, his expression twisted to the extreme.
He still didn’t know: whether the action failed, someone escaped with the items, or if the items were intercepted mid-way.
All he knew was that his plan was ruined, thirty years of painstaking preparation, turned into a joke!
"..."
The purple-robed eunuch in the hall shivered like a cicada in winter, kneeling on the ground, trembling, not daring to speak.
"Haha..."
The Empress walked in at some point, looking at Yu Wenze, showing signs of ridicule, laughed heartily:
"Typical of you, Yu Wenze, dreaming so long, finally realizing reality?"
"Back then, you even eagerly came to ask me, probing from different angles; we’ve been husband and wife for so many years, do you really think I don’t know what you’re thinking?"
"I was just pretending not to know, teasing you, haha..."
Her laughter grew more joyous, full of pride.
After thirty years, she too had a full head of silver, yet still appeared much younger than Yu Wenze.
"You come to mock me too?"
Yu Wenze glanced at her coldly, his tone indifferent:
"We had children later in life, Guang’Er, Hong’Er; don’t you care for them? Haven’t you made plans for them as well?"
"Now that my plans failed, the items are gone, they’ve lost hope; can you still laugh?"
"Humph!"
The Empress snorted disdainfully, said:
"Yu Wenze, do you think I’m as useless as you?"
"I last returned home to visit my parents, and asked my father for a favor; he promised to come personally in a while to see if Guang’Er and Hong’Er have the talent for cultivation."
"If they truly possess such fortune, they definitely won’t lack the cultivation techniques; no need for you to worry."
Yu Wenze suddenly lost his words, a sense of powerlessness welling up within, slumping down on the dragon throne.
Decades of planning, all lost to a few mere words, as the 95th Supreme, he was indeed pitiful to the extreme.
He was silent for a while, then coldly waved:
"Issue my decree, Prince Zhen Nan conspired against me, intending rebellion, immediately deploy troops to suppress and annihilate the nine clans!"
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