Chapter 85 Transformation Technique

Xiang Gaoye is the ruler of a nation, and also a super strong expert of the Daoist Palace Sixth Layer, currently discussing major affairs. Under such circumstances, anyone who burst in without notice would be killed on the spot. They might even have their clan exterminated. However, the young woman who barged in at this moment did not ignite his fury. Even the three ministers found it justified. "Haha, Ningti! Why aren’t you cultivating properly? Why have you come here?" Xiang Gaoye rarely showed a smile. "Greetings, Your Highness, the Princess!" The other three also paid their respects. Princess Ningti, in her long palace dress, had brows and eyes like a painting, and possessed a beauty unmatched in the kingdom. Upon entering, her gaze carried a superior, imposing majesty. Yet facing Xiang Gaoye, she revealed a hint of a young girl’s demeanor. "Ancestral Emperor, I find this matter interesting, and cultivating all day is boring me to death. I want to go out and clear my mind." Although she was a princess, she naturally couldn’t be Xiang Gaoye’s daughter. Xiang Gaoye’s more than a hundred daughters had long perished over ten thousand years ago due to low cultivation and exhausted lifespan. Princess Ningti and the Eldest Prince, Xiang Ba, were of the same generation, yet her talent far surpassed Xiang Ba. Now she has reached Daoist Palace First Layer, with a Divine Mansion of six colors! Such talent outshines all predecessors, and she very likely could advance to the Daoist Palace Ninth Layer in the future. It’s even possible she could break through to the Ascending to Saint Realm. If it weren’t due to her being female and unable to continue the lineage, Xiang Gaoye would have wanted to make her the heir while he retired behind the scenes for ascetic cultivation. Even so, this woman assuredly could become a further safeguard for the Qianxing Dynasty’s advancement. In Xiang Gaoye’s mind, she was an unparalleled supreme treasure. So now Ningti sat directly on his lap, even tugging at his beard, and he just smiled wryly, not reacting. "This event is very complicated and could likely attract an attack from that unknown force; if you go, you might..." Xiang Gaoye didn’t regard Feixian Sect with concern; his true worry was the ’mastermind’ who had destroyed Feixian Sect. That was an existence he himself feared. "Does the Ancestral Emperor not trust my abilities? Besides, I have my own subordinates!" "If not allowed, then I won’t see you again in the future!" Ningti pouted and hammered him twice in defiance. The three ministers below silently grumbled; discussing their own party before the Emperor was something only she dared to do. Xiang Gaoye laughed helplessly, "You little girl, are you threatening me..." "So, does the Ancestral Emperor agree?" "Fine, fine, I agree, but Grand Commander Xiahou Jun must accompany you all the way!" Xiahou Jun led the Imperial City Guard, a small army of barely three thousand. But their lowest strength was all Spirit Platform Ninth Layer. Moreover, all one hundred of this Imperial Guard’s Decurions had reached the Celestial Fate Realm. Plus, they could amplify their power through formation battles, resisting them was not something normal sect experts could handle. Xiahou Jun himself was also of Daoist Palace Second Layer. With them guarding the way, Xiang Gaoye felt much more at ease. Ningti was somewhat unhappy but ultimately acquiesced. "Fine, but he must take orders from me this time!" Xiang Gaoye doted on her deeply, laughing heartily, "Alright, alright, he’ll take orders from you." With consent granted, Ningti finally smiled and retreated gracefully, leaving only a fragrant breeze. Far away at Feixian Sect, Jiang Cheng had actually anticipated that someone would come sooner or later. After such a major event as the destruction of Eight Clouds Hall, it’d be strange if he, as the ’survivor’, wasn’t investigated. He merely didn’t know anyone from the Qianxing Dynasty, so he wouldn’t have known who would arrive. To this, he wasn’t worried at all. Kidding, with Ah Huang and the Three-Eyed Tiger here in his own territory, and himself with the capability to resurrect three times a day... Even if the Celestial King came, he had nothing to fear. Lately, he was quite perturbed. Not that it was of any significant consequence; it’s just been over ten days, and within the sect, no one seemed to discuss the destruction of Eight Clouds Hall. If no word spread, it naturally means no one knew he destroyed Eight Clouds Hall. Such an impressive and bombastic news, unable to be revealed, of course Brother Cheng was smothered and uncomfortable. He now deeply regretted not claiming credit in the first place. He had hoped the disciples would discover it passively. Truthfully, this was his self-imposed snare. Feixian Sect inherently had little contact with the outside world; they could usually rely on communication spirit artifacts to learn of major external news, but recently the disciples were all crazily sealed in death for cultivation spurred by rewards. No one had time to pay attention to external happenings. Floating mid-air, looking down at the cold and desolate, empty mountains, he was so bored that even his eggs vaguely ached. Advancing from Celestial Fate Realm was extremely challenging, even with his heaven-defying talent, there had been no progress in ten-plus days, not even a small realm. "Cultivating is really too slow..." He lamented, but there was no one to respond. At the moment, he didn’t even have anyone to talk to. Ah Huang was mostly asleep under the spirit vein’s nurturing, even if awakened, it would just babble ’mama mama’, purely adding vexation. As for the Three-Eyed Tiger, forget it. He suddenly recalled the transformation ability he had gained after the last upgrade which he hadn’t used yet. Eyes rolling with a sparkle, an idea formed for fun. In the next instant, a silver light flashed from bottom to top across his entire body. Subsequently, he transformed into Lin Ning. Not only did his appearance, build, and attire look identical, but even the spiritual power aura released was completely consistent. Only Lin Ning’s Hidden Phoenix Bloodline, he could merely imitate the aura characteristic but couldn’t genuinely transform into the Hidden Phoenix Bloodline. "Haha, it’s so alike!" He kicked and stretched smoothly, his voice also turned feminine. Seeing nothing problematic, he flew directly towards Ji Linghan’s cave mansion. He wanted to see what the place was like when he wasn’t at Feixian Sect. This was what’s called a discreet royal inspection! Recently Ji Linghan was also in seclusion, striving to break through to the Celestial Fate Realm. However, overcoming the major realm barrier couldn’t be achieved in a day or two, so there had been no progress yet. Jiang Cheng’s arrival triggered the restriction of the cave mansion; she naturally sensed it. Coming out to see, she was instantly amazed. "Lin Ning? Weren’t you cultivating within the Xuanji Map? How did you come out so soon?" Jiang Cheng giggled, recalling Lin Ning’s previous expressions, then feeling it ill-fitted her character, he put away the smile, maintaining sobriety. "Oh, cultivation was too dull, I felt bored so I came out. What about you, when can you break through to the Celestial Fate Realm?" Lin Ning had been in the Xuanji Map for over ten days, calculating the time, he deliberately adjusted his spiritual power fluctuation to Spirit Platform First Layer, roughly fitting the possible realm she could be in. Ji Linghan’s lovely face tightened, showing dissatisfaction. "How can you slack off in cultivation? You’re really disappointing me; are you worthy of the Sect Leader’s nurturing?" Oh? This girl being stern was indeed pretty convincing. This was a side of Ji Linghan Jiang Cheng had never seen; in front of him, Ji Linghan was always as obedient and gentle as possible. This discreet royal inspection, turns out, was quite rewarding. "I have my own discretion!"