Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up-Chapter 449 - 351: Golden Clouds

Zhao Yi looked curiously at Ancestor Zhao Xuan, waiting to hear what mystical cultivation technique he had realized from "The Investiture of the Gods."

Zhao Xuan’s expression was solemn, and he said in a deep voice, "Within ’The Investiture of the Gods’ lies a cultivation technique!"

Zhao Yi nodded inwardly.

What Zhao Xuan said was just as Zhao Yi had guessed, realizing a cultivation technique from "The Investiture of the Gods."

Zhao Yi was slightly disappointed.

After all, in "The Investiture of the Gods," there are methods of becoming a Saint, such as the Path of Slaying Three Corpses, the Merit Technique, and the Method of Corporeal Sanctification.

These are all top-level mysteries, and understanding any one of them would bring one infinitely closer to the Saint Position, at least reaching the realm of a Half-Saint Venerable.

Yet Zhao Xuan only realized a cultivation technique.

In "The Investiture of the Gods," cultivation techniques are not particularly eye-catching, overshadowed by the power of various treasures.

Even if Zhao Xuan comprehended the legacy of a Moral Saint, the height he could reach would be that of a Golden Immortal, and he might not even be able to contend with the Great Daoist Sages of the Spirit Realm.

Although disappointed, Zhao Yi did not show it on his face.

He looked at Zhao Xuan and asked curiously, "Ancestor, what cultivation technique did you comprehend?"

Zhao Xuan shook his head, "I only had a bit of insight; your book is too scantily detailed. Every time I start to realize something, it breaks off. I’ll need to wait until you copy the full text to sense more."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi quickly said, "That’s easy! I’ll go back and have someone start transcribing immediately. In as short as three days, or up to five days, we will surely have the complete text transcribed!"

Zhao Xuan’s eyes lit up at this, urging, "Then what are you waiting for? Go back quickly and have it written!"

After agreeing, Zhao Yi bid farewell to Zhao Xuan and made a trip to the Empress’s bedroom. The Empress was out on some errands, and Zhao Yi could not find her, so he returned to the Crown Prince’s Mansion.

Linglong had already prepared the paper and pen.

Zhao Yi also summoned five or six royal descendants who wrote quickly from the Imperial Clan Court, planning to have these individuals work in shifts day and night to transcribe "The Investiture of the Gods" as quickly as possible.

For the next few days, Zhao Yi and his people did not go out at all.

Aside from a small venomous foe that regularly came to pick up the freshly transcribed manuscripts, no one else was allowed to disturb the Crown Prince’s Mansion.

Under such intense effort, by the afternoon of the fourth day, Zhao Yi and his team finally completed the full transcription of "The Investiture of the Gods."

"Finally completed!"

In the inner hall of the Crown Prince’s Mansion, Zhao Yi sat at the head seat, holding a dog-head gold the size of a human head on his lap, rubbing it with both hands.

This piece of dog-head gold was delivered two days ago by Miaoyin’s messenger.

While mining on the hills near the Blue Jelly Swamp, Miaoyin and her team unexpectedly discovered a gold vein, from which this piece of dog-head gold was dug out.

Though ’dog-head gold’ may not sound appealing, it is a genuine symbol of auspicious fortune.

After all, gold is a stable currency.

Whoever stumbles upon such a large piece of gold is set for a life without worry.

If this isn’t auspicious, what is?

Miaoyin knew Zhao Yi liked to collect rare items; after they dug out this dog-head gold, she immediately sent it over.

Zhao Yi had never seen such a large piece of dog-head gold and was overjoyed. For the past couple of days, whenever he had no work to do, he would keep it by his side, trying to catch some luck to realize something from "The Investiture of the Gods."

Unfortunately, despite polishing the dog-head gold until it gleamed, there was not even a hint of realization once the full transcription of "The Investiture of the Gods" was completed.

With no other option, Zhao Yi finally gave up, admitting that his aptitude was lacking, and stopped harboring unrealistic dreams.

"Thank you all for your hard work!"

Zhao Yi raised his head, looked at the exhausted young royal members around him, and waved his hand, "Go ahead and rest. For the next few days, you are excused from attending the academy."

The first construction in the Great Xia Imperial City circle was an academy.

All Zhao family descendants must attend the academy for lessons.

These young royal members had not come of age yet and faced a heavy load of studies, with little time for leisure.

That’s also why they were so enthusiastic when Zhao Yi asked them to help with the task.

Upon hearing these words about a holiday, the young royals cheered, darting out of the Crown Prince’s Mansion in droves to play.

Seeing this, Zhao Yi shook his head and looked over at Linglong, who was organizing the manuscripts.

Zhao Yi said, "Linglong, it’s been days since you returned, and you haven’t visited home yet, have you? I’ll give you some days off too. Once the manuscripts are sorted, go visit your parents."

Hearing this, Linglong paused and then nodded, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Even though the Yao Race often appeared calculating, leading to distant family ties, the blood relation still connected them.

As Zhao Yi said, she’s been back for a while now, and she should visit home both emotionally and rationally.

Though Linglong hadn’t felt anything before Zhao Yi mentioned it, his words suddenly sparked a wave of pent-up emotions, urging her to rush back and see the old patriarch and sisters in her clan.

With such a thought, Linglong’s hands worked three times faster, obviously intent on finishing her work quickly and returning home to see her family and clan members.

Noticing this, Zhao Yi said nothing more but looked down at the dog-head gold in his hands.

Interestingly, was it an illusion, or did Zhao Yi feel a layer of purple aura surrounding it?

This purple aura differed from the purple wealth aura seen by the Heaven-Reaching Treasure Eye; it was a type of aura Zhao Yi had never encountered, appearing to be some form of fortune.

The mystery piqued Zhao Yi’s curiosity exactly because of this.

Just a piece of dog-head gold, perhaps valuable elsewhere, but in the New World, it was akin to a roadside pebble.

Zhao Yi’s long-standing habit led him to keep this dog-head gold as a plaything; otherwise, he would have discarded it long ago as garbage.

But intriguingly.

This seemingly worthless object, why was it surrounded by purple aura?

Could the legends be true, and the dog-head gold actually a harbinger of good fortune?

This thought barely formed before Zhao Yi dismissed it.

Having orchestrated various fortunate events himself, Zhao Yi understood too well the essence of so-called good omens.

Without a doubt, the dog-head gold was quite similar to the past auspicious events Zhao Yi created.

Merely things with ascribed meanings.

Ascription?

A flash of inspiration crossed Zhao Yi’s mind, but when he tried to look closer, he couldn’t quite grasp it.

Just then, Linglong’s voice suddenly rang out beside him.

"Your Highness, have you noticed anything different about the skies outside recently?"

Hmm?

Zhao Yi paused and looked out the door.

It was now late afternoon, the clouds in the sky dyed golden, similar to the dog-head gold Zhao Yi held—both noble and dazzling.

At first, Zhao Yi didn’t think much of it.

Golden clouds weren’t unusual; they were just sunlight refracting through water vapor in the air, nothing significant.

Hmm?

The thought formed, and Zhao Yi’s expression abruptly changed.

Golden clouds were nothing special.

Formed by sunlight refracting through air moisture.

Nothing remarkable.

Zhao Yi gazed at the golden horizon overhead, his pupils trembling.

But!

The current issue was.

There is no sun in the New World!

Naturally, without the sun, there shouldn’t be any sunlight refractions!

So,

Where are those golden clouds in the sky coming from?

Linglong’s voice suddenly came from beside him.

"Your Highness, haven’t you noticed anything different about the sky lately?"

Hmm?

Zhao Yi paused, then his expression changed abruptly.

The New World certainly lives up to its name as your creation, with its attributes so much like yours that the clouds are golden in color, looking very wealthy indeed. What else could reflect your characteristics more?

Zhao Yi was rendered speechless.

He looked up at the golden clouds above him, then gazed once more at the dog-head gold in his hand, finally understanding something, his heart thundering.

The light seemed to shimmer, intertwining with an idea he had sensed before.

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