Chapter 72 If You Won’t Agree, Then Use Medicine!

The first divine power of the mind is the Eye of the Soul. It sees through reality, revealing what others cannot perceive. When Chu Feng cultivated the Eye of the Soul, he discovered that when he activated the Infinite Divine Eye using the Grand Celestial Immortal Art, the two abilities could merge into one, greatly elevating their level. And this was only with the Eye of the Soul just newly cultivated. Chu Feng even felt that perhaps he could evolve both divine eyes into something at the level of an Immortal Eye.

The Eye of the Soul was cultivated through the Grand Celestial Immortal Art. This reminded Chu Feng of Sun Wukong’s Fiery Golden Eyes—perhaps it, too, owed something to this celestial art. The Infinite Divine Eye could peer into the heavens above and the deepest underworld below, see the past and future, and perceive all information. The Eye of the Soul, however, gazed into the deepest power within all things: discerning good from evil, reading one’s fortune, and seeing through past and future with a single glance.

Chu Feng’s first experiment was with Ji Ling’er. To his surprise, he could faintly sense the thoughts deep within her heart. More than once, whenever Ji Ling’er’s heart stirred with emotion, Chu Feng sensed it instantly and reacted accordingly, leaving Ji Ling’er thinking he could hear her thoughts. As a result, these past few days, she would flee at the sight of him, leaving Chu Feng frustrated.

But he also realized that while the Eye of the Soul was indeed extraordinary, his cultivation time was still short, and he possessed only fifteen hundred characters of the Grand Celestial Immortal Art’s scripture. Thus, it was only effective on Ji Ling’er. Even with Zhao Dongdong, its power was insufficient. As for Lu Linglong, Nangong Yanran, or Chen Wanwan, it was useless. His initial excitement was doused like a bucket of cold water.

Yet Chu Feng was not discouraged; instead, he was filled with motivation. There were two ways forward: first, to acquire more fortune and buy the next fifteen hundred characters from the Fortune Pavilion; second, to steadily cultivate his soul power. Suddenly, for reasons unknown, Han Feng’s image flashed in Chu Feng’s mind. Was it possible that his soul power would ultimately be used on Han Feng? The thought of him lingered—after three months, he still could not forget.

The Child of Destiny represented vast fortune and rewards. Suppress him twice, and after three times, one could slay him—then the real harvest would begin.

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Meanwhile, at the imperial Jiang clan, Shen Qianxue was deeply troubled. In her courtyard, a group—yes, an entire group—of young men from the Jiang clan’s direct line had arrived, all under fifty years old, mediocre in cultivation talent but strikingly handsome. There were twelve in all. At their first sight of Shen Qianxue, they were instantly smitten, falling in love at once. Each one became an ardent admirer, sparing no effort to please her.

They had underestimated the power of her peerless beauty. Previously, Jiang Yan had warned her: once she established her foundation, she would be married off, destined to become a tool for procreation, to help the Jiang family continue their bloodline, hoping that future generations might inherit her sacred body. Now, each Jiang youth vied to win her favor, offering untold resources and treasures, even fighting amongst themselves for her attention. Daily, the courtyard was a scene of rivalry and strife; at the slightest sneeze from Shen Qianxue, they would rush to care for her, showering her with gifts, even risking their lives for the faintest smile.

At first, Shen Qianxue had planned to resist cultivation, to delay and find a way to escape the Jiang clan. But now, she changed her mind. Since these men wished to be sycophants, she might as well use them. Though their talents were mediocre and their prospects bleak, they were all direct descendants—each with parents among the clan’s upper echelons, and resources were never lacking. If she so much as hinted at desiring something, they would immediately present it to her.

And so, Shen Qianxue now stood on the brink of a breakthrough. She held over thirty Foundation Establishment Pills in her hand. The moment she announced her intent to establish her foundation, the young men rushed to offer their pills. Even her cultivation technique had changed—a Jiang youth had gifted her a Tribulation Lord-level method: the Wood Sovereign Scripture.

Her breakthrough was smooth. Although her time cultivating with Chu Feng had not been long, her talent, bones, bloodline, soul, and mana had all been strengthened. There was no bottleneck to break through. She needed only one Foundation Pill, and within three days, her breakthrough was complete.

With her advancement, the awakening of her Sacred Beauty Physique intensified, making her allure and control over the Jiang youths even stronger. Had it been before, Shen Qianxue would have insisted on leaving. But now, she had changed her mind. Jiang Yan wanted her married to a Jiang clansman? Very well—she would let Jiang Yan see whether her beauty or the clan’s commands held more sway, and whether these young men would obey her or their family’s orders.

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Elsewhere, Shen Qianxue’s breakthrough soon reached Jiang Yan’s ears. The twelve Jiang youths had already been sent to her courtyard. Now that she had broken through, it was the perfect time for the bridal chamber, to contribute to the Jiang family’s lineage. But soon, Jiang Yan received infuriating news.

“What? You’re saying those wretches refused to consummate the marriage with Shen Qianxue, insisting on her consent first? They said they don’t want to hurt her?”

“Shen Qianxue, I truly underestimated the power of your Sacred Beauty Physique.”

“Her influence over these brats is too great. If it weren’t for the vast difference in cultivation, making it difficult to produce heirs, I’d have handed you over to the elders long ago.”

“Such a powerful sacred body must be inherited by a Jiang clansman. Should the inheritance succeed, our clan will surely produce a female emperor.”

“Someone—secretly give this medicine to Shen Qianxue and those brats.”

Jiang Yan took out a jade bottle and handed it to an attendant.

The attendant asked in confusion, “Saintess, what is this?”

Jiang Yan snorted coldly. “Yin-Yang Ecstasy Powder.”

“And? Are there any updates on Chu Feng?”

The attendant reported, “Yes, Saintess. Chu Feng has advanced to the Nascent Soul realm. Not long ago, when you sent Fu Wangtian to have Chu Feng write a divorce letter, he died. His father Fu Yuanshan is searching for the killer and has dispatched Murong Longcheng, but there is no news yet.”

“Fu Yuanshan is at the Integration realm. Who could have killed him? Could it have been Chu Feng?”

“Him?”

Jiang Yan scoffed. “A Nascent Soul cultivator couldn’t possibly kill Fu Wangtian.”

“The Tai Xuan Dao Sect is only a second-rate sect, yet they dared kill my clan’s attendant. Whoever it was, they must die.”

“I should question Chu Feng as well. I have a feeling Fu Wangtian’s death is somehow connected to him. If not for Shen Qianxue threatening death, I would have already killed Chu Feng myself.”