The Heavenly Court's Fortune Technique

"You can actually use a trace of Law Power now? It seems that Li Shang does indeed have some talent!"

Zhang Xuezhou doesn't need sleep, and Divine Lord Zhenyuan also has relatively little need for sleep.

As midnight approached, Zhang Xuezhou encountered Divine Lord Zhenyuan, who had come on his midnight patrol.

"I must thank the Divine Lord for his assistance this time," Zhang Xuezhou, bowing.

"I was just bored staying at Anle Palace and wanted to chat with you, but I didn't expect to run into you like this," Divine Lord Zhenyuan said. "I overheard some conversations, and that Princess Liu Ling's attitude towards you is quite wavering. She wants to take advantage of you, but she's also worried about getting involved in trouble!"

"It's only human nature," Zhang Xuezhou nodded.

"She said you're a lucky bastard, always getting lucky and benefiting from great fortune, but you can't keep it all," Divine Lord Zhenyuan said.

"It's a bit difficult to cover up!"

Zhang Xuezhou shrugged helplessly.

He's had his share of good fortune over the years, but also quite a few instances where things ended in disgrace.

Although he missed out on a lot of good fortune, Zhang Xuezhou has generally continued to improve. He is used to seeing the big picture but ending up with small gains, and he has a high level of mental resilience to it.

"Let's not talk about distant things," Zhang Xuezhou said. "Let's just talk about that Cynomorium songaricum; I couldn't hold onto it back then!"

"Cistanche deserticola!"

Divine Lord Zhenyuan snorted twice in frustration, feeling that Zhang Xuezhou could at least reap the benefits of great fortune. He had only watched from the side for a couple of moments and not only did he not gain any advantage, but he also ended up looking disheveled.

"Your luck is indeed much better than most people's!"

Neither the Cynomorium songaricum nor the poisonous leaves on Broken Soul Ridge benefited Divine Lord Zhenyuan, while Zhang Xuezhou enjoyed a stroke of good luck.

Although Zhang Xuezhou's fate was rather unfortunate, at least he had enjoyed some benefits, unlike Divine Lord Zhenyuan who never even got to enjoy any.

Both men took Cynomorium songaricum and poisonous tree leaves, yet their fates were completely different.

After pondering for a few seconds, Divine Lord Zhenyuan couldn't help but have a thought.

"If you, Holy Son, are a person with great fortune but unable to contain it, perhaps you could learn the fortune-telling techniques of the Kunlun Sacred Land, which would give you an excellent ability to assist yourself," Divine Lord Zhenyuan suggested.

"The art of the Sacred Land's fortune?" Zhang Xuezhou asked doubtfully, then quickly replied, "I hope the Divine Lord will teach me!"

"I can't teach him, I can't teach him," Divine Lord Zhenyuan shook his head repeatedly, "But the Holy Son can learn!"

"Oh?"

"Although I have read countless volumes of Heavenly Court teachings in the Sacred Land, these do not include the art of destiny," said Divine Lord Zhenyuan. "Only the Emperor and Empress understand its mysteries. If the Holy Son sincerely seeks knowledge, the Emperor will surely not be stingy!"

"I'll definitely ask when I have the chance," Zhang Xuezhou nodded, then added, "But cultivation techniques have been developing for over a thousand years, so can the Sacred Land's method of determining destiny still be considered valid?"

"Holy Son, there is no need to worry about whether the Sacred Land's Qi Luck Technique is outdated or unsuitable for the present!"

As if guessing what Zhang Xuezhou wanted to express, Divine Lord Zhenyuan waved his hand, indicating that the thing Zhang Xuezhou was worried about was probably not going to happen.

"The Heavenly Court was established on the foundation of destiny," said Divine Lord Zhenyuan. "From Donghuang Taiyi to Dijun, and then to Haotian Dijun, it has been continuously propelled by great figures of great destiny and wisdom, thus continuing for thousands of years. Even if the world develops for another thousand years, it is difficult to find a place that surpasses the Kunlun Sacred Land in terms of the foundation of destiny!"

"What you've said makes me want to go back to the Sacred Land right now," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Could you wait a moment?"

Divine Lord Zhenyuan pointed to himself, his face filled with helplessness.

The Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation of Broken Soul Ridge has not yet been constructed, and Divine Lord Zhenyuan has also fulfilled his promise to the Empress Dowager to oversee Anle Palace. He feels that he cannot get away from it for the time being.

Zhang Xuezhou's return to the Sacred Land wouldn't be a simple matter of asking for what he wanted. He needed to do something to save face for the Sacred Land and appease the Emperor and Empress before he could be properly instructed.

It would be quite difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to gain merit and prestige in the Kunlun Sacred Land. Divine Lord Zhenyuan felt that Zhang Xuezhou could only win the favor of the Emperor and others by taking his anger out on him.

He gestured for Zhang Xuezhou to wait a moment, until he was prepared to be beaten, then Zhang Xuezhou could happily report the news and ask the Emperor for instruction.

"You've been thinking about all this!"

Zhang Xuezhou exclaimed in surprise.

"Even the Holy Maiden's cultivation in the Sacred Land is the same," Divine Lord Zhenyuan said. "The Sacred Land doesn't support idlers; it's impossible for them to give things away for nothing. I'm also responsible for tending the fruit trees there. If the Holy Son wants the Emperor and Empress to personally teach him, he'll probably need to do some work to avoid being rejected!"

"Too!"

Reflecting on his experiences when he Kunlun Sacred Land, Zhang Xuezhou ultimately felt that the price he had paid over the years was very low.

But it's one thing for the Emperor and Empress to offer instruction or reward students, but it's quite another for Zhang Xuezhou to ask for help.

He ultimately agreed with Divine Lord Zhenyuan's statement and indicated that he would abide by the rules of the Kunlun Sacred Land.

"The ladies also asked me to bring some fine wine with me. I'll need to find some traditional brewing methods; they might come in handy!"

Zhang Xuezhou considered the numerous connections involved with the Kunlun Sacred Land and the need to manage relationships with people at all levels. He felt that his connections within the Sacred Land couldn't be too poor, lest he have to resort to last-minute efforts when he needed something.

"Speaking of which, the Sacred Land has a hundred-year agreement. If the Holy Son can step forward and distinguish himself in battle, that would be a good thing!"

Zhang Xuezhou pondered his own situation, while Divine Lord Zhenyuan also felt uncertain, reflecting on his less-than-adequate preparations.

If he didn't want to get beaten up and lose face by doing Zhang Xuezhou's favor, Zhang Xuezhou could do something else for the Kunlun Sacred Land.

After thinking for a while, Divine Lord Zhenyuan couldn't help but recommend that Zhang Xuezhou try to participate in the Hundred-Year Agreement two years later.

Since Zhang Xuezhou could withstand a blow from Divine Lord Zhenyuan's sleeve, Divine Lord Zhenyuan felt that even if he couldn't defeat others, at least he wouldn't bring shame to the Kunlun Sacred Land.

In particular, Zhang Xuezhou has now found a way to unlock Yang Law Power, and he will most likely return to normal in about two years, making him even stronger in combat.

Divine Lord Zhenyuan gestured repeatedly, indicating that Zhang Xuezhou could make preparations early, and that he would surely be able to use this matter to ask the Emperor to personally teach him.

"A century-long agreement shouldn't involve bringing valuable treasures, so I don't have anything to prepare, do I?" Zhang Xuezhou asked doubtfully.

"The hundred-year agreement forbids the use of powerful weapons to harm people, but it doesn't prohibit bringing elixirs, talismans, or small array artifacts," said Divine Lord Zhenyuan. "If we can appropriately borrow external assistance, it will certainly benefit the Holy Son!"

"I'll be more careful in the future!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded, indicating that he would pay attention in the future.

"I'll search in Anle Palace and see if there's anything suitable for you," Divine Lord Zhenyuan assured him.

"That's great!" Zhang Xuezhou exclaimed happily.

Compared to searching on his own, Anle Palace was clearly wealthy and powerful, and Divine Lord Zhenyuan was able to find some usable items.

Divine Lord Zhenyuan agreed to the matter, and Zhang Xuezhou chatted happily with him, completely losing the suffocating feeling he had when he first woke up.

"The woman sent by the King of Huainan's Household to stay by my side seems to have woken up; we need to talk about something else!"

Zhang Xuezhou and Divine Lord Zhenyuan were having a very pleasant conversation. When the gong sounded at the fourth watch, his ears twitched, and he felt that it was inappropriate for the two of them to continue their 'holy son' and 'divine lord' chatter.

He muttered something in a low voice, which made Divine Lord Zhenyuan chuckle twice, and then he took a step into the night sky.

As the wind and waves rose, Divine Lord Zhenyuan's body drifted away into the night sky, clearly indicating that he would not interfere in Zhang Xuezhou's family affairs.

Zhang Xuezhou had no choice but to jump off the roof.

"Sir, can't you sleep at night?"

In the dim light of the small oil lamp in the room, Aqiao turned over and listened to the sounds outside the room again.

When Zhang Xuezhou opened the door, she quickly spoke.

"I'm having some trouble sleeping," Zhang Xuezhou shrugged.

"Master must be anxious to get rid of his ailments, that's why he's tossing and turning in bed," Ah Qiao said, getting up.

"I'm not in such a hurry, and this matter can't be rushed," Zhang Xuezhou said, shaking his head.

Do I need to cooperate with the recuperation now?

Aqiao took off her undershirt and, her face flushed, leaned closer.

No amount of experience can compare to real combat. When Aqiao took off his clothes and got close to him, Zhang Xuezhou's face inevitably turned a little red.

He exchanged a few words with A-Qiao, and then they heard a familiar panting sound coming from the courtyard.

Before dawn, Rong Tianding had already climbed over the wall in the middle of the night.

"Cousin, something terrible has happened!"

Rong Tianding called out from outside.

Before Rong Tianding could even push the door open and slip inside, Zhang Xuezhou glanced at A Qiao, who was half-naked, and then pushed the door open and slipped out.