Chapter 567: The Prince’s Relic, the Tremor of the Golden Purple Destiny

This time, the resources Lüqiu Qingfeng paid seemed large, but compared to what she gained, it was nothing.

It was a small bet for great profit.

‘From now on… when dealing with Talisman cultivators, I must be extremely careful. Never provoke them needlessly…’

The Second Mountain Lord took the downfall of Lüqiu Jinyuan, this great figure, as a warning.

As a capable prince of the Lüqiu Clan, every decision Lüqiu Jinyuan had made in the past several hundred years was sound, never foolish. Compared to the mediocre Ninth Princess Lüqiu Qingfeng, he was far stronger.

His fall today, leaving Lüqiu Qingfeng to laugh last, wasn’t because she was extraordinary. It was because he provoked someone he never should have.

If not for that enmity long ago…

The Second Mountain Lord believed Wei Tu would never have joined hands with Lüqiu Qingfeng to assassinate Lüqiu Jinyuan. From what he saw of Wei Tu after taking over Five Elder Mountain, Wei Tu wasn’t the kind of cultivator who liked stirring up trouble.

…

After killing Lüqiu Jinyuan, Wei Tu had no intention of lingering on the battlefield. He wanted to avoid the Lüqiu Clan discovering that two Nascent Soul soul tablets had shattered and rushing here for vengeance.

He formed a hand seal, canceling the pseudo Heaven and Earth Law form of the Little Big Dipper Star Divine Technique. Then, with a flash of light, he flew toward Lüqiu Jinyuan’s corpse, snatching the storage bracelet from it.

“Hm?”

Just then, Wei Tu realized that even after removing all storage artifacts, Lüqiu Jinyuan’s body could not be placed into his storage sack meant for corpses.

He had already stripped him of every storage bracelet and storage pouch. His divine sense swept the corpse—there was nothing left that should block storage.

—storage artifacts cannot be stored inside other storage artifacts.

‘Could it be he has a great treasure hidden in his body?’

Wei Tu’s eyes flickered.

Only certain great treasures repelled the effects of storage tools.

With that thought, he sliced open Lüqiu Jinyuan’s abdomen and reached toward his dantian.

Cultivators, aside from soul-type artifacts stored in the sea of consciousness, kept everything else in their dantian.

Moments later, Wei Tu pulled from the corpse’s belly the already-dead and dissipating Nascent Soul.

In its right hand, clenched tight, was a purple-blue twig no longer than an inch.

Wei Tu, even with the knowledge of a fourth-rank alchemist, did not recognize it. He had never seen it mentioned in any records.

Yet he was certain—this was the item preventing the corpse from being stored.

“Wait…”

As he reached to pry the twig from the Nascent Soul’s hand, Wei Tu froze.

The instant he touched it, the Golden Purple Destiny hidden deep in his sea of consciousness trembled faintly.

It was as if it were drawn to it.

“This thing… is related to the Golden Purple Destiny?”

Wei Tu’s eyes widened in disbelief.

For more than 500 years, ever since awakening this Golden Purple Destiny back in the mortal world, he had kept it as his greatest secret and fortune. He had never told anyone.

After stepping into the cultivation world, he had searched countless texts, hoping to uncover its origin.

But until now, he found nothing. No one in the cultivation world had anything like it.

Yet today… from Lüqiu Jinyuan’s body, he had discovered a treasure that could stir the Golden Purple Destiny itself.

But now was not the time for Wei Tu to carefully investigate this treasure’s origin or use. After that brief tremor in his heart, he kept his face calm, stuffed the purple-blue twig into his robes, then with a wave of his sleeve, stored Lüqiu Jinyuan’s corpse back into the storage pouch.

“Go!”

Once everything was handled, Wei Tu flashed over to the Second Mountain Lord, Cao Mi, and Fu Zhizhou. With just a glance to signal them, the four of them turned into streaks of light and vanished from the scene.

Before long, the sea returned to calm.

The waves rolled once, and the traces of battle faded without a sign.

Half an hour later—

A streak of blazing rainbow light shot from the horizon, falling onto the surface of the sea.

“Who was it? Who killed the qilin son of my Lüqiu Clan!”

The light stilled, and from within stepped an old man in ancient robes, his aura terrifying, his face cold as he roared in anger.

But unfortunately, Wei Tu and the others had struck too fast and retreated too quickly. By the time he rushed here, not even the faintest trace of them remained.

…

The next day—

Deep within Yuanjun Island, in the Lüqiu Clan’s inner quarters, the Ninth Princess Lüqiu Qingfeng, still forced into her so-called “self-imposed seclusion,” received news from the clan elders that Lüqiu Jinyuan had been slain.

“He’s dead?”

“Lüqiu Jinyuan… dead?”

Looking at the message talisman, Lüqiu Qingfeng was first struck by disbelief. Then her face broke into undisguised delight.

Though she appeared lackluster compared to Lüqiu Jinyuan, and was indeed considered mediocre among the clan’s heirs, as the Ninth Princess of the Lüqiu Clan, her scheming mind was far from shallow. Normally she would never show such an expression.

But the impact of this news, and the effect it would have on her future, was simply too overwhelming. She could not restrain herself.

An old enemy of nearly a thousand years, now fallen. If she were not happy, that would be unnatural.

And besides, she had indeed played her part in his downfall, which gave her a sense of satisfaction beyond words.

“To think it went so smoothly.”

Lüqiu Qingfeng arched her brows and smiled faintly.

Truthfully, when Wei Tu had first approached her to conspire in this plan, she hadn’t put much hope in him. Even later, when he showed her the corpses of Liu Yu Daoist of the Six Desires Sect, Zhang Nanqiu, and the Fireburn Sect’s ancestor—three Nascent Soul mid-stage cultivators—she still didn’t fully believe.

Because Lüqiu Jinyuan was different from them. His strength was formidable, and if pushed, he could always call for the clan patriarch’s aid.

So to her, this was always a gamble with very long odds.

But against all expectation, on this bet where she thought she could only lose, Wei Tu had won—for her.

“This Wei Tu is no ordinary man. His strength and means… even surpass Lüqiu Jinyuan.”

After her joy subsided, Lüqiu Qingfeng’s thoughts turned toward the aftermath. Especially, how she should deal with Wei Tu—the one who had slain Lüqiu Jinyuan.

According to the soul contract she had signed with him, once Lüqiu Jinyuan was killed, Wei Tu was bound to come serve her as a protector of the Donghua Demon Kingdom for no less than 200 years.

That alone was enough to guarantee Wei Tu as her loyal ally for centuries to come.

But now, Lüqiu Qingfeng no longer wanted just an alliance.

She wanted Wei Tu bound to the Donghua Demon Kingdom forever.

No other reason—Wei Tu’s future was too terrifying. He was a force that could topple kingdoms.

“Only… how should I win him over?”

Her brows furrowed lightly, but for the moment, she could not find a proper answer.