Seeking the Movement of Stars, Treading Qi's Waxing and Waning

"Your Highness? They call this man Your Highness?"

Hearing the words of those around them, Hu Qi and Dai Guo suddenly stood up from their chairs, staring at the young man with puzzled expressions.

"Get up, all of you." The young man waved his hand slightly, his words conveying a friendly and approachable tone. The maids and servants responded and stood up.

Having done all this, he turned his gaze, sweeping it over Hu Qi and Dai Guo, then stepped forward and bowed to them, saying, "I have yet to ask your esteemed names."

"I wouldn't dare! I am Hu Da (Dai Er)." Hu Qi and Dai Guo's expressions changed, and they each waved their hands. Having witnessed the scene just now, how could they not guess the young man's identity? "You are... a prince? Prince Yan?"

Seeing the two men's flustered appearance, the young man's brows relaxed slightly, but his face remained expressionless. He chuckled and said, "It is indeed Xiao Wang. You two strong men seem to have broken through the Acquired Postnatal Realm and have already reached the Innate Realm. May I ask which school you studied under?"

In the mortal martial arts world, there is a distinction between acquired and innate. The so-called acquired is actually the first realm of cultivators, the Foundation Establishment Realm of destiny cultivation, while breaking through to the innate realm means reaching the second realm of cultivators, the Soul Cultivation Realm of destiny cultivation.

"This..." Seeing a prince treat them with such respect, Hu Qi and Dai Guo were even more flattered and felt a sense of confusion. Fortunately, their cultivation levels were there, and they managed to maintain a degree of clarity.

After his initial excitement subsided, Hu Qi shook his head and said, "Since Your Highness has inquired, we should tell you the truth, but my young master is not here, and we cannot make decisions on these matters."

Hu Qi naturally understood the recruiting intent in Prince Yan's words, but their lineage was something they couldn't reveal, so how could they talk about it? Besides, now that they were registered with the Qiu Family and were servants of Qiu Yan, they had developed a sense of loyalty along the way, so how could they be accused of betrayal by a few words?

Prince Yan frowned slightly, but his expression remained unchanged, instead revealing an air of appreciation. He nodded and said, "You two are truly loyal and righteous men! I admire you greatly. Well then, I have prepared some simple wine. Please, gentlemen, come and join me for a drink. Let's have a good chat. I'm sure you two have some stories to tell in the martial world. Why don't you tell me?"

Hu Qi shook his head and said, "Your Highness, didn't you arrange to meet my young master in the main hall? It's not appropriate for him to stay here."

Prince Yan waved his hand and said, "No need to worry, I have already sent someone to inform Young Master Qiu. He will join you soon. I heard from my men that he is quite eloquent and knowledgeable. I hope that I can ask him for some advice at the banquet later."

As he spoke, he took the lead and strode out.

Hu Qi and Dai Guo were surrounded by people and followed. Although they were highly skilled, they felt inferior in front of Prince Great Rui and knew their place. They dared not refuse him again and again.

However, as Hu Qi pondered the last sentence spoken by the Prince Yan, he sensed a hidden meaning, a hint of schadenfreude. Moreover, he certainly hadn't forgotten that when the prince entered, he had spoken with great disdain for Qiu Yan, and it was only after he repeatedly mentioned it that the prince changed his tune.

"What exactly is Prince Yan up to? He said he was going to see the young master, but he came to see us brothers instead. I wonder if something has happened to the young master?"

Despite his concerns, he dared not ask any questions while he was there.

Quiet!

The main hall was quiet.

Qiu Yan sat in a chair, head bowed, silent.

Since he entered the main hall, not a single person has been seen. No one greeted him, and no one came to announce his arrival. As for the Prince Yan who was supposed to see him, he was nowhere to be seen either.

This situation had been going on for almost the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. Anyone else would probably have become impatient by now. But Qiu Yan remained calm and showed no sign of impatience. Instead, he sat down and focused on his own thoughts, like an old monk in deep meditation.

With him sitting down, the room became even quieter, and you could even hear the sound of the wind blowing through the air.

Whew~

Steam rose continuously from the teacup on the coffee table beside me. This steam dispersed in the air, turning into extremely tiny particles. If someone were to examine them closely under a microscope, they would discover that each of these tiny particles had a row of tiny characters engraved on its surface. Judging from the outline, they seemed to be capital numbers.

The particles spread rapidly, filling the entire room at a level invisible to the human eye, enveloping Qiu Yan.

Gradually, invisible fluctuations of Fortune and messages emanated from Qiu Yan's flesh and blood, continuously merging into the surrounding tiny particles. The particles were interconnected, flashing with the light of their thoughts, as if calculating and strategizing.

In a very short time, all the information about Qiu Yan's flesh and blood was analyzed, and then the particles trembled and, like birds returning to the forest, quickly retreated!

Deep within the mansion, there was a house separated from the main hall by a garden. At that moment, a flurry of tiny particles whistled past and then disappeared into the house.

The room was pitch black, with the doors and windows tightly shut. On the bed sat a pale, thin man, silent and breathing evenly.

Above the man's head, there was a faint, flickering shadow.

Living Soul!

This person was actually Living Soul Spirit Projection their body, and within that soul sat a human figure, which flickered as if being blown by a strong wind.

Suddenly, tiny particles seeped in through the cracks in the doors and windows, converging from the four rooms and merging into the soul. They gathered around the soul in the human body, transforming into characters and numbers, combining and changing, finally coalescing into ten large characters—

"Seek the movement of the stars, observe the waxing and waning of the celestial bodies!"

As the cross took shape, the Living Soul stirred and entered the crown chakra. The gaunt man opened his eyes, panting heavily, feeling a churning in his chest and abdomen. His cultivation was below the Third Realm of cultivators, and he had not yet condensed his Divine Soul. Now, with his Spirit Projection broad daylight and his Earthly Soul hiding in the main hall, even with the protection of the Dharma, he was still in great pain.

Suddenly, a thought came from afar and entered the man's head—

"Well? Does Qiu Yan have any cultivation?"

The man suppressed his stomach discomfort and shook his head, saying, "This person's body is stronger than average, but not particularly outstanding. His muscles and bones are loose, clearly indicating he hasn't undergone any training or tempering of his strength. He should just be an ordinary person with a strong physique. As for his Nature Cultivation, there's no sign of any stirring of soul power..."

At this point, he suddenly coughed violently a few times, and then continued, "Either his cultivation has reached the point of the Three Souls Unity, or he has never Spirit Projection. However, intelligence reports say that he is knowledgeable and well-versed in the law, and should be a Confucian scholar who pursues the establishment of his own teachings, following the path of cultivation to establish a moral compass for heaven and earth, pursuing purity. His soul does not Spirit Projection!"

Upon hearing these words, his thoughts immediately shifted, revealing a sense of joy.

"Good! Zong Heng, you've done well! After it's done, I'll report your achievement to the Prince."

"Then I'll have to trouble you, senior." The thin man Zong Heng, quickly thanked him, and then the thought withdrew from his mind and quickly disappeared.

Sensing the renewed calm in the room, Na Zong Heng rolled over and vomited by the bedside, his body trembling. His face grew increasingly pale, his skin becoming almost translucent, revealing the blue veins and blood vessels beneath.

After a while, he calmed down. Then, without taking a break, he hurriedly got out of bed, went to the table, picked up a brush, and began to write and draw in a book marked with the words "Zhuishu).

On the other side, Qiu Yan remained seated calmly in his chair, silent, seemingly lost in thought.

However, a glint of light flashed in his eyes. He withdrew the soul power that had spread throughout his body, dispelled the illusion used to confuse the tiny particles, and then reached out to pick up the teacup, lowering his head to drink.

Just then!

Call!

A gust of strong wind rushed in through the window and headed straight for Qiu Yan!

"After waiting for ages, they've finally made their move!"

Qi Yan's heart skipped a beat, and then he put his five fingers together. With a "crack", the teacup in his hand shattered. Then he flicked his sleeve!

Splash!

The shards of the teacup flew everywhere, and the tea spilled outwards, spraying in all directions!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Fragments and streams of water flew in all Eight Directions like sharp swords, each containing abundant yang Qi and Blood!

Boom!

The temperature inside the room suddenly rose!

Qiu Yan suddenly raised his head, his eyes gleaming. Then he raised his right hand and grabbed, his palm surging with Qi and Blood. True Qi and strength in his body gathered together, his blood boiling, and hot breath gushing out from his pores, condensing into a huge handprint around his right hand!

Grasp!

"Huh?" There was a sudden cry of surprise from the hand, and then several talismans emerged out of thin air, turning into a "explosion" spell, exploding, and then a phantom emerged from Rexi's palm.

It was a soul shadow, but in Qiu Yan's eyes, he could see that this soul shadow was different from Living Soul, and a faint flame could be seen deep within it.

"Divine Soul... Heart Fire! I never expected that the one who made the move would be a Divine Soul cultivator! Third Realm figure!"

Qiu Yan's heart stirred, and he became even more puzzled by the actions of the Prince Yan. He had just disguised himself as an ordinary scholar, yet the other party still sent a Divine Soul Cultivator. The contrast was huge, like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut. He had no idea what the purpose of this was.

The divine Divine Soul dodged Qiu Yan's grab with a "burst" Character Spell and then retreated.

"I never expected this! I almost got caught off guard! Zong Heng said you showed no signs of cultivation, but judging from your appearance, your cultivation is even higher than your two servants! How cunning!"

As he screamed, the shards of the teacup and the spilled water had already fallen all over the room, and the masculine Qi and Blood within surged up, instantly filling the entire room!

"Ah!!!"

The Divine Soul let out a miserable cry. Even though the Three Souls Unity and the Heart Fire manifested, allowing it to Spirit Projection its body in broad daylight, it still needed to temporarily avoid the sharp edge when facing the powerful Qi and Blood of Life Cultivation. Right now, it was deceived by Qiu Yan's act of showing weakness and was protected by the masculine Qi and Blood, as if it had been trapped in a jar!

"Good! Good! Good!" The Divine Soul cried out a few times, then released its Earthly Soul Divine Ability, from which flew out jet-black Crow, flapping their wings.

The Nature Cultivation the Three Souls is based on the Human Soul, guided by the Heavenly Soul, and the Earthly Soul is the foundation for the evolution of Divine Ability. When this Divine Soul casts a spell, the masculine Qi and Blood in the entire room is suppressed, and gusts of yin wind and the cawing of Crow fill the surroundings.

Then he let out a strange laugh, "No matter how cunning you are, once you enter this room, you'll become a caged bird. There's no way you can escape. I'll just have your Literary Thought drained, your Literary Heart stripped away, and your talent stolen!"

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