Shaping

The bronze chariot sped through the passageway, its wheels rubbing against the blue bricks and sparks flying.

Zhang Xuezhou manipulated the terracotta horse, which was caught between life and death, as it ran. His knuckles turned white from gripping it so tightly.

He retreated decisively enough, but his pupils contracted sharply the moment he looked back at the Qingzhou Cauldron.

"It's a flag-raising ceremony!"

The inscriptions on the surface of the three-legged cauldron, depicting mountains and rivers, lit up one after another, like a sleeping beast opening its thousand compound eyes.

The black flag slowly rose from the cauldron, the embroidered character "Qin" on the flag glowing with blood-red light. In an instant, thousands of golden rays poured down like a torrential rain, illuminating the entire underground palace as if it were daytime.

From His Majesty's perspective, what He sees is one situation.

But for Zhang Xuezhou, who had practiced the art of luck, what he saw was a different story.

In his unique perspective on the art of manipulation, those golden rays were the solidified imperial destiny, surging forth like a flood bursting its banks.

He had long known that the Yuzhou Cauldron in the Wudang Holy Mother's underground palace could harmonize fortune and remove bad luck from the body, but Zhang Xuezhou never imagined that the cauldron contained methods that had both severed and preserved fortune.

"Did the Qin Dynasty collapse so quickly because its Qin Dynasty was cut off?"

The Qin Dynasty was at its peak of prosperity, with all corners of the world submitting to it. However, this enormous dynasty collapsed in just a few years, its defeat so devastating that it made people question the meaning of life.

Even the most adept civil officials of the Great Han Dynasty at choosing sides could not keep up with the speed of the dynasty's collapse.

Rapid changes must have hidden reasons, and Zhang Xuezhou believes that cutting off the Qin Dynasty's destiny is likely a significant factor in this.

This is as absurd as Luo Zhong achieving unparalleled success ahead of his time, only to be killed by his ministers in the Golden Palace.

"The Luofu Dynasty's destiny was cut off by Huang Daoxian. Who cut off the destiny of the Qin Dynasty?"

The fortune was pouring down, and Zhang Xuezhou couldn't absorb all of it.

Just as the fortune of the Eastern Mountain Imperial Mausoleum collapsed and dissipated, the fortune within the Qingzhou Cauldron was drawn out and scattered in all directions.

The Qingzhou Cauldron in Zhang Xuezhou's eyes only lasted for a moment before being enveloped by endless golden light, revealing the form of his technique.

Regardless of how much fortune dissipated, Zhang Xuezhou could still enjoy a moment of benefit when the Qingzhou Cauldron poured out its energy.

Of course, he couldn't control the state of this technique either.

Perhaps due to his need for physical growth, even if Zhang Xuezhou doesn't actively activate his cultivation technique, he will still fall into a cultivation state when he encounters absorbable or separable fortune.

He had previously absorbed Han Yan's life force, and now he was also drawing upon a portion of the Qin Dynasty's fortune.

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

Zhang Xuezhou didn't mind taking a small advantage, but just thinking about the Venerable One's terrified cry, he felt that the blessing of the Qingzhou Cauldron was not something that could be easily enjoyed.

The fortune poured out by the Qingzhou Cauldron is only one aspect; the Qingzhou Cauldron also poured out other things.

Zhang Xuezhou can withstand the infusion of Qi, but he cannot withstand anything else.

Thinking of the gray mist that stung his skin and caused his Demon Power to recover rapidly, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but repeatedly try to extricate himself from the spellcasting state and return to reality.

"It's over!"

Zhang Xuezhou usually thinks he can do anything, but when he's faced with a situation where he's at a loss, he realizes he's only half-baked.

Clearly, despite having participated in numerous battles, Zhang Xuezhou's skill in tactics was indeed limited.

For him, luck was merely a means to find opportunities and create new paths for himself; Zhang Xuezhou never intended to achieve anything through luck.

However, the Great Han Dynasty's development was limited, and Zhang Xuezhou had almost reached his limit with what he had gained. He also did not acquire the means to deal with this situation.

As the almost dazzling golden light continued to emerge, and the third kind of imperial fortune golden light mixed in with the space of fortune reshaping the body, Zhang Xuezhou was unable to return to reality. He felt extremely uneasy, wondering what changes would occur to his body when it was impacted by the aura of the Qingzhou Cauldron.

"How dare these petty scoundrels lay their hands on the fate of the Great Qin Dynasty?"

A voice carrying the force of thunder rang out, and Zhang Xuezhou felt even worse.

"You treacherous villain! You actually used the end of the war to evade the new war, thus undermining the very foundation of my Great Qin!"

The person who could make Zhang Xuezhou hear the voice while he was in a spellcasting state was clearly a fellow practitioner. Just when Zhang Xuezhou thought a spellcasting battle was inevitable, he heard the other party angrily add another sentence.

This relieved him, making him realize that he wasn't so unlucky as to be beaten up everywhere.

"You may be able to avoid battle, but I, the Crown Prince, do not believe you can avoid direct confrontation. Once I have drawn my bow and sword, I will surely come and take your head!"

Perhaps it was an intimidation tactic to make Zhang Xuezhou and the others back down from Qingzhou Ding, or perhaps they were truly going to come and kill him. The voice claiming to be the Crown Prince faded away, and Zhang Xuezhou, who was in a state of magical cultivation, felt that his ears had become quiet.

"This wasn't my doing! What kind of hero takes my head?!"

Zhang Xuezhou muttered a disgruntled complaint.

He was unable to exit the state of cultivation and could only wait for the dissipated fortune of the Qingzhou Cauldron to subside, allowing him to return to his body.

But Zhang Xuezhou was extremely uneasy. He was unsure of what would happen to his body if he were hit by the aura, and he was also worried about the Crown Prince who had come to take his head.

Ultimately, he only used the bronze chariot to deceive these Qin terracotta warriors whose fates were uncertain; he could not deceive the clear-headed, normal cultivators.

"You'd be a perfectly good crown prince, but instead you insist on hiding underground. What's the point of living underground? What will you eat and drink? Even if you can Grain Avoidance, living in such a dark place is never comfortable. Only a madman would do something like this. How can you be considered a crown prince..."

Zhang Xuezhou was at a loss and could only complain repeatedly.

Are you full?

"Is it almost finished?"

He only snapped back to reality when he felt his mind was completely muddled, as if he had been given a new brain.

This was something Zhang Xuezhou hadn't experienced in many years. He only had this feeling when he woke up more than a decade ago after his three souls and seven spirits had been vaguely switching between bodies.

This discomfort stemming from the change of body led Zhang Xuezhou to wonder if his physical form had already been reshaped, which was why he was experiencing this sensation.

What kind of person is he? What are his abilities?

Although the situation was extremely urgent, Zhang Xuezhou still had some focus on developing a new form of physical transformation.

If possible, he hoped his new body would be as strong as possible, ideally enough to crush Huang Daoxian in one blow and end all the grudges that had continued since the Luofu Dynasty.

"You absolutely must be strong, fast, and a formidable fighter!"

Zhang Xuezhou muttered something, and he felt the sound of water beside his ear, a golden light flashed by, and then dazzling golden scales appeared.

"It seems to have the golden dragon body of Emperor Jing!"

Zhang Xuezhou was overjoyed, feeling that the sculpted body was acceptable, after all, Emperor Jing's golden dragon form was not bad, and it was also the embodiment of the dynasty's orthodox fortune.

But in just a short moment, his heart felt heavy.

The sound of water continued, and before his eyes began to appear phantom images of schools of fish converging into a dazzling galaxy.

This was the scene of a fish leaping over the dragon gate that he had seen when he ate the Golden Dragon Fish, which also allowed Zhang Xuezhou to quickly figure out what his body had transformed into.

"Have I regressed?"

As Zhang Xuezhou transformed from a fish-dragon into Golden Dragon Fish, he felt that each transformation was less effective than the last, and his attempts to shape his body through magic were ultimately in vain.