Nine-Five Prosperous Fortune Art

"Nine-Five Prosperous Fortune Art!"

With tears shimmering in her eyes, Long Yu stared at the five bold characters on the paper, her body trembling uncontrollably. The opening words struck directly at her proud, unyielding heart.

"Nine-Five signifies the emperor. Scheme for the world through authority, gather the world's fortune, refine the imperial aura of Nine-Five, and achieve the prosperity of great destiny!"

The very first sentence stirred the deepest desire for power in Long Yu's heart. Born a princess of the imperial family, Long Yu outwardly craved cultivation above all else, yet deep within, she craved power even more. Though the Long Family was merely a puppet, Long Yu had cultivated profound shrewdness and schemes from a young age.

Though she was a woman, that could not extinguish Long Yu's fervent desire for power. In fact, her wish to cultivate was also so that she could convince others through absolute strength. In this world of cultivation, even secular imperial families needed a certain level of cultivation to command respect. In the past, her talent had been utterly mediocre; even the Martial Realm had trapped her. What could she use to seek power?

Yet the Nine-Five Prosperous Fortune Art gave her hope. This Spirit Art gathered the world's fortune, which meant that even mediocre talent was no obstacle. So long as she climbed, step by step, to the pinnacle of power and sought the world through authority, she could refine the imperial aura of Nine-Five.

Though she did not yet know what kind of Spirit Art the Nine-Five Prosperous Fortune Art was, it had given Long Yu hope and stirred the desire for power buried deep in her heart.

For a time, Long Yu thought of many things, imagining herself relying on the Nine-Five Prosperous Fortune Art to climb step by step to the pinnacle of power.

But before long, Long Yu's pupils shrank sharply, and a chill rose along her back.

Could it be... he had seen through her desire for power? Could it be... he knew what she truly wanted?

What a terrifying person!!

Long Yu believed she had never spoken of anything related to power before, yet Qin Yu had seen through her at a glance and pierced straight into the depths of her heart. Such insight was beyond what ordinary people could possess. It could even be said that, aside from Qin Yu, no one had noticed her inner thoughts.

Though shocked, Long Yu felt no lingering fear. Since Qin Yu had seen through her and still given her the Nine-Five Prosperous Fortune Art, that meant he was willing to see her become an emperor!

When she thought of the day she might become a Nine-Five emperor and scheme for the world through authority, Long Yu's cheeks flushed crimson. Determination burst forth from her eyes, and she felt both gratitude and reverence toward Qin Yu.

"Brother Qin, Long Yu will not disappoint you."

In truth, Qin Yu had hesitated somewhat when he gave the Nine-Five Prosperous Fortune Art to Long Yu. He had seen it in the Library Pavilion of the Tian Qi Sect. Though the Spirit Art did not mention what achievements could be attained upon cultivating it to the end, Qin Yu could imagine how terrifying it would be at its peak.

In the Star Realm, Spirit Arts were divided into four ranks: heaven, earth, profound, and yellow. Heaven rank was the highest, while yellow rank was the lowest.

Though the Nine-Five Prosperous Fortune Art was a heaven-rank Spirit Art rather than a Dao Level or even Immortal Level art, Qin Yu could imagine its potential. In other words, the Nine-Five Prosperous Fortune Art was merely a door, opening for Long Yu a path toward becoming an emperor. How much fortune she could gather in the future and how much imperial aura of Nine-Five she could refine would depend on Long Yu's own fate.

As for Long Yu, Qin Yu had merely been somewhat moved by the two times she had stepped forward to help him. That alone was not enough for him to give her the Nine-Five Prosperous Fortune Art. He had considered giving her a method for Bone Marrow Tempering instead, which could have changed her circumstances as well. But the intense passion and determination Long Yu had revealed earlier changed his mind. He had seen such a gaze before in the Tian Qi Sect—in Qing Xu, one of his personal attendants, who was like Wang Qing!

Just as Qin Yu had once given the last Spirit Art he had created to Qing Xu, that Dao Art was called the Void Dao Art!

Though Qin Yu had not found any records about Qing Xu in the ancient books of the Qin Family's Library Pavilion, he could determine that if Qing Xu had not died young, his achievements would definitely have surpassed Wang Qing's!

And now, Qin Yu saw in Long Yu that gaze resembling Qing Xu's, which moved him. Qin Yu also wanted to give Long Yu an opportunity. Whether Long Yu rose or not, he would lose nothing. If Long Yu did rise, then what he would gain would be far more than a single Spirit Art. Since that was the case, why would he not do it? He held the same thought toward Xiao Tao and Xiao Hua.

It could also be said that Qin Yu was investing indirectly. Though Long Yu's talent was mediocre, her heart was something many people did not possess. Moreover, if Qin Yu wished to strengthen himself, improving only himself was not enough; he also needed to expand his connections. Thus, he valued Long Yu and gave her the Nine-Five Prosperous Fortune Art.

Perhaps Qin Yu still could not imagine that a single thought of his would create such a terrifying peerless female emperor!

When Qin Yu changed his appearance, bought some necessities, and left Tianwu Main City, Qin Xue arrived at the Myriad Phenomena Pill Shop with a letter in hand. She was actually very nervous. She suddenly recalled the young man surnamed Chen who had severed Qin Yong's arm, and she vaguely found him familiar and intimate, which made Qin Xue suspicious.

Furthermore, though she was a young girl with little experience of the world, she was intelligent. She had also heard that Cui Shuo had brought people to the Myriad Phenomena Pill Shop, only to return with his feathers clipped. Naturally, she knew that the Myriad Phenomena Pill Shop was extraordinary.

But why had her brother told her to come here? Qin Xue thought of that young man surnamed Chen, and a vague guess arose in her heart.

"H-hello, I'm looking for Alchemist Zi, Zi Xun'er." Qin Xue tightly gripped the letter and found a female attendant of the Myriad Phenomena Pill Shop.

The female attendant examined Qin Xue suspiciously. When she saw Qin Xue's timid appearance, she frowned slightly, impatience rising in her heart. With the grand gathering imminent, Tianwu Main City was a mixed bag of fish and dragons. Every day, she had to receive several people seeking Zi Xun'er. Seeing that Qin Xue was not dressed like a disciple of any major sect, she asked impatiently, "What do you want with Alchemist Zi?"

Qin Xue froze. Qin Yu had only told her to hand the letter to Zi Xun'er and pass along a message, but he had not said what to tell others. After hesitating for a long while, Qin Xue said softly, "I'm delivering something and a message from my brother... to her."

Because the pill shop was so noisy, the female attendant did not hear clearly. Coupled with her impatience, she raised her voice and shouted sharply, "What are you doing??" Since she did not stress the word "want," and the place was too noisy, what others heard was, "What are you doing?"

Her sharp voice drew the attention of many people nearby, as well as several young men who had just entered the pill shop. Those young men were Cui Shuo, Qin Yong, and Qin Feng!

Ever since he had nearly offended Zi Xun'er last time, Cui Shuo had been restless. Later, he had been injured by Qin Yu and had his hand crushed by Qin Zhan. Cui Shuo had spent the past few days recovering from his injuries, only fully recovering yesterday. Today, he had prepared lavish gifts to come and apologize.

Since the entire matter had been caused by Qin Yong and Qin Feng, he had brought the two of them along, hoping Zi Xun'er would forgive his ignorance and dispel her misunderstanding of him. Of course, it would be even better if he could obtain a medicinal pill from Zi Xun'er that could temporarily increase his strength.

Excitement and nervousness also appeared on Qin Yong and Qin Feng's faces. Ever since Qin Yu had smashed their hands and feet, they had remained in the Cui Family recovering from their injuries. In recent days, the two had hated Qin Yu to the bone and had come to hate Qin Zhan as well. Yet Qin Yu's ferocity filled both of them with immense fear. Today, when they heard they were coming to apologize to the mysterious Alchemist Zi, both were excited. Qin Feng in particular hoped to use Cui Shuo to resolve the misunderstanding between them. Better yet, he hoped to establish a connection with Zi Xun'er. If that happened, Qin Feng would willingly run errands at Zi Xun'er's side; he would not hesitate even to be a dog.

At that moment, the three were drawn by the sharp voice and looked over. When they saw Qin Xue holding a letter with a timid expression on her face, all three looked displeased, especially Cui Shuo, whose eyes held a trace of savagery.

Because of the battle five and a half months later, Cui Shuo could not do anything to Qin Yu during those five and a half months. He could not even touch the Qin Family. So long as anything happened to Qin Yu or the Qin Family, it would be attributed to the Cui Residence. Moreover, his grandfather Cui Hong had specifically warned him not to do so. Though he could not touch Qin Yu or the Qin Family, Qin Xue... Cui Shuo immediately shot Qin Yong a meaningful look.

Qin Yong, who had likewise redirected his hatred for Qin Yu onto Qin Xue, received the signal and walked toward her with a cold smile. He directly slapped her across the face and shouted sternly, "What the hell are you? What kind of place do you think this is? Is this somewhere you can make trouble??"