Taking Fortune

"Ah... uh..."

Inside the Jin Ding tent, Chanyu Junch en made a gurgling sound in his throat, feeling as if he were trapped in a nightmare from which he could not wake up.

Five flags were planted inside the tent, and a sorcerer was chanting incantations.

His throat was being choked, and his wrists were being cut open with a sword by a brave young man, bleeding him like a pig being slaughtered.

All around was quiet, and no one noticed anything unusual in the tent.

He was somewhat desperate and struggled several times, but the more he struggled, the more intense the pain became, and even the demonic arm he secretly activated was forced back to its original form.

"He is True Self cultivator!"

His physique contrasted sharply with the youthful Qi and Blood and vitality emanating from him—a realm that Chanyu Junch en envied his entire life, a realm he had repeatedly tried to reach but failed to attain.

Each realm is a realm of its own, and there is an insurmountable gap between the Sole Self Realm and the True Self Realm. Even if a cultivator in the Sole Self Realm has the right to fight, he cannot break free when bound. The length of the Qi and Blood in their bodies is not even on the same level.

"You... you all..."

Where is Nine Spirits?

With his right hand gripping the neck of Chanyu Junch en, the new emperor's eyes still held a hint of caution.

A magical sword floated behind him in its scabbard, sealing off the not-so-large tent space and making it difficult for sound to penetrate.

He stared intently at the puppet king of the three Sacred Land before him, and the new emperor could clearly see the golden light of fortune emanating from the other party.

Killing Chanyu Junch en would only disrupt the sacrificial rites. Moreover, once Junchen Chanyu Junch en died, officials such as the Left Wise King, Left Guli King, Right Wise King, and Right Guli King could take over the position of Chanyu. In the end, it would be a case of losing more than gaining. Keeping a half-useless Junchen Chanyu Junch en incite Xiong State and lead to Chanyu Junch en's inevitable suppression, which would actually help to further weaken the Xiong State.

His killing intent surged repeatedly, but after careful consideration, he forcibly suppressed it and began to inquire about the whereabouts of the Nine Spirits Primal Sage.

"Yuan... Yuan Sheng has been invited to attend the Grand Assembly of Ten Thousand Immortals!"

His throat, which had been nearly crushed, loosened slightly, Chanyu Junch en gasped for breath, feeling that he had suffered an undeserved calamity due to the involvement of the Nine Spirits Primal Sage.

He responded quickly, expressing his hope that the young man would let him go.

"Where is the Grand Assembly of Ten Thousand Immortals held?" the new emperor asked.

"I don't know. Yuan Sheng just said a few words and then left with a blue-robed cultivator carrying a guqin," Chanyu Junch en said breathlessly.

"A monk in blue robes holding a guqin?"

The new emperor uttered a sound of doubt.

He glanced at Zhang Xuezhou, who was dipping his brush in blood to apply the talisman. Zhang Xuezhou wasn't paying attention to the information he was being interrogated about; instead, he was extremely focused on drawing the talisman, trying to complete the ritual in the shortest possible time.

"What are you searching for here?" the new emperor had no choice but to interrogate.

"We've heard that the tomb of Great Qin Emperor Ying Zheng is located here," said Chanyu Junch en. "Let's try to find his buried treasures here!"

"Did you find it?"

"Without!"

A wave of weakness washed over him, Chanyu Junch en's face showed horror, unsure of what these two young men would do to him.

Who are you?

Chanyu Junch en his teeth and asked a question, then a sharp pain in his abdomen surged into his heart.

Clearly, in this situation where he was at the mercy of others, he had no right to ask questions.

"How about it?"

The new emperor, however, had nothing left to ask after asking a few questions, and then turned his attention to Zhang Xuezhou, who was holding a flag and performing a sacrificial ceremony on the other side.

"The quality is too poor; it needs to be maintained!"

Zhang Xuezhou felt a little regretful during the memorial service.

Compared to Grian and Li Yingbo, the effect of the sacrifice to Chanyu Junch en was much worse. He chanted for a long time, but the Qi Luck Bead in his hand still failed to take shape.

Zhang Xuezhou had long known that Gelian's situation was an exception, and Li Yingbo was an even greater exception; the current practice of offering sacrifices to Chanyu Junch en was the normal one.

He couldn't very well kill Wu Chao's father, so he was careful to keep things in check during the sacrifice.

With his finger dipped in a little blood, he drew a few circles on Chanyu Junch en's head, thus concluding the sacrificial ceremony.

"What good is there in those barbarian lands beyond our borders? You're like someone who grows vegetables at home but doesn't eat them, insisting on going to the wilderness to dig for wild vegetables!"

The new emperor criticized Zhang Xuezhou.

The Chanyu Junch en before them possessed an aura of golden fortune that was difficult to conceal, but this aura was extremely diffuse, clearly indicating that his Fortune Body had not yet taken shape, and even if he were to absorb some fortune, it would not last long.

The sacrifice to Chanyu Junch en than his suppression of the Prince of Yan, but a sacrifice was better than nothing, since Zhang Xuezhou did not participate in the Fortune War to suppress the Prince of Yan.

"Zhufu Yan goes to Qi to inspect the country, and gathers all the evidence of King of Qi's interference in the Northern Army, you can then participate!"

When the new emperor mentioned the next vassal king to be targeted, the trembling Chanyu Junch en recognized who was in front of him.

"I just go with the flow; I'll do it if I happen to come across it!"

Zhang Xuezhou an awkward smile.

The King of Qi and the King of Yan were of similar Fortune Technique- telling. It was one thing for them to enjoy the benefits of good fortune alone, but for them, following the new emperor, they could barely even get a taste of the good fortune.

"If we had been just a little bit luckier, we wouldn't have Chanyu Junch en into Chanyu Junchen," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"That's true, we can only let Nine Spirits benefit!"

The new emperor nodded.

They've met the right people and have the opportunity; how could they possibly let it slip by?

It was a good thing that they hadn't been able to kill the Nine Spirits Primal Sage Chanyu Junch en. The new emperor looked back and forth at Chanyu Junch en's body, and occasionally pondered the strength of the Left Wise King and others.

He twirled his longsword, and Chanyu Junch en a chill run down his spine.

Intense pain surged from his head, and Chanyu Junch en's vision went black for a moment.

When the firelight outside the tent reappeared in his eyes, Chanyu Junch en n't help but gasp for breath, feeling as if he had just woken from a nightmare.

Damn it!

Reaching up to touch his head, Chanyu Junch en realized that his right ear had vanished.

The cold weather stopped the bleeding from his ear, but the stabbing pain in his body did not disappear.

It felt as if someone had pierced his body with silver needles, but the other party had not removed the needles. This stinging pain made Chanyu Junch en tremble slightly.

He struggled to his feet, feeling a pain so intense it felt like his heart was freezing.

What curse did he cast on me?

There was no one else in the tent, and on the other side of the tent, the queen, fast asleep, had not noticed his strange behavior and was still asleep.

The mere thought of being cursed without anyone knowing and having his ear cut off Chanyu Junch en with a chilling coldness in his heart.

All those dreams of imperial ambitions, of achieving True Self through cultivation, of vying for supremacy in the Central Plains, of breaking free from the constraints of the three Sacred Land —all of these are like fleeting illusions, unreal.

If they can target him once, they can target him a second time, and they might even target others.

The Great Han Dynasty experienced rapid changes of emperors and constant turmoil at the top, and was deemed a Xiong State that could only barely hold on with its city walls. For the Xiong Kingdom, which was constantly expanding with the help of Demon Power, this was just a tough nut to crack sooner or later.

But things may not be as simple as they seem.

At this Chanyu Junch en felt a sudden chill in his heart, thinking that if the Xiong State continued to entangle with the Great Han Dynasty, it might be on the verge of defeat.