Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1648 - 1641: Destined to Be Born into the Imperial Family

Chapter 1648: Chapter 1641: Destined to Be Born into the Imperial Family

After roughly completing the repair of her body, under Huayu Ting’s command, Feng once again chose to break through. She forcibly injected magic into her newly healed meridians and Dantian, forcing them to tear apart again.

This approach might seem incomprehensible, but it is actually understandable. After all, cultivation is about constant breakthroughs and reinforcement. A cultivator’s body can repair itself, so such damage is naturally of little consequence.

On the East Continent, when cultivators go through breakthroughs, if possible, they will seek a Protector to guard them while they are in a vulnerable state.

Because during this phase, a cultivator is like a crab that has shed its shell—powerless, completely incapable of battle against enemies. They must quietly wait for recovery and accumulate enough magic again to return to peak condition.

Having experienced her first breakthrough, Feng’s second breakthrough was relatively simpler. Though the pain was similar, having endured it once, she was mentally prepared, aware of the magnitude of pain she would endure, and thus wasn’t as much at a loss.

Approximately twenty minutes passed, and finally, after Feng spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, she completed her second breakthrough. Huayu Ting had fully exhausted the guiding magic, causing the magic array to disperse, its patterns ceasing to emit light.

At this moment, Feng was in an utterly disheveled state—one might even say it was a sight too dreadful to behold. After completing two breakthroughs, she lay on the ground, her entire body drenched, her clothes soaked with a mixture of blood and sweat. The area where she sat had already formed a pool of blood, even beginning to flow along the patterns.

Though Feng had successfully completed her breakthrough, she had suffered injuries to her tendons and bones. Despite having magic to aid her recovery, she still needed some time to regain her condition.

Once the ritual ended, members of the Advance Team rushed in first, scrambling to lift Feng off the ground, paying no heed to the blood and sweat covering her.

"You’ve worked hard. Rest well from now on." Tangmo held her, gently brushing aside the strands of hair stuck to her forehead, speaking softly.

"Mm..."

Having achieved the breakthrough, Feng felt an unprecedented sensation—a kind of rebirth from the brink of death. Leaning against the person dearest to her, she felt an unparalleled sense of comfort and coziness, unknowingly closing her eyes.

Huayu Ting leisurely walked toward the crowd, squinting as he gazed at the drowsy Feng. After a moment, he nodded with satisfaction without saying a word.

"How is it?" Cheng Ziang stood up and asked.

"Heh, after all, what she cultivates is the royal technique. All I can do is add some finishing touches." Huayu Ting chuckled, replying with an indifferent tone.

"About the royal family..." Hearing this, Cheng Ziang suddenly recalled his conversation with him and couldn’t help but ask curiously.

"I’ve already told you all about this, haven’t I? Believe it or not, I don’t care." Huayu Ting remarked.

"Can you share more details?" Cheng Ziang glanced back at the unconscious Feng and pressed on.

"What do you want to know?" Huayu Ting turned to ask.

"How did you determine her identity?" Cheng Ziang inquired.

"The technique!" Huayu Ting replied flatly.

"Then, if it’s true, which Princess do you think she might be?" Cheng Ziang took a deep breath, ensuring no trace of Hun Jiansi nearby, then asked.

Upon hearing his question, Huayu Ting slowly closed his eyes, seemingly pondering deeply. After a long while, he gradually reopened them, furrowing his brow as he said, "Bailong An—Prince Bailong An. He had a daughter who went missing along with him shortly after she turned one month old."

After pausing for a moment, Huayu Ting sighed and continued, "Actually, saying they went missing isn’t exactly accurate; the more precise term would be that they died. The Emperor’s Sect mobilized all its elite forces from the Heterogeneous Hall and Lieying Tang to hunt them down relentlessly. I don’t believe anyone can survive being pursued by the Emperor’s Sect."

"Who wanted them dead?" Cheng Ziang instinctively lowered his voice to ask.

"Who else? Of course, his good brother—the reigning Emperor Wu, Bailong Bang." Huayu Ting’s remark was shocking.

"Why?" Cheng Ziang asked in surprise.

"Heh..."

At this, Huayu Ting suddenly laughed. It was unclear whether he was mocking himself or ridiculing Bailong Bang.

"Born into the royal family... Why would you think that familial ties are more important than power?" Huayu Ting said, his laughter subsiding.

"But why even kill his niece? At that time, she was just a month old..." Cheng Ziang couldn’t fathom it.

"A month old, so what? Once this little Princess grows up and cultivates the royal technique, she could challenge her uncle and rise to become the Empire’s new Emperor Wu. Therefore, cutting the weeds means removing the roots—even one’s kin cannot be spared." Huayu Ting explained.

"I can’t understand it." Cheng Ziang shook his head repeatedly.

"Many things are incomprehensible, but they truly exist. So, admitting one’s limited knowledge—I see it as a kind of humility." Huayu Ting said, then turned and left the magic array without looking back.

It seemed these words had also stirred unpleasant memories deep within his heart.

"The irresistible tide of fate..."

Cheng Ziang suddenly thought of this phrase. Unable to resist, he gazed at Feng, his heart heavy with concern.

Could Feng truly be the Princess who had yet to turn a month old—the daughter of Prince Bailong An, the Princess of Dongsheng Empire, Bailong Feng?

If that were true, does it mean she would stay in the East Continent and ascend as Dongsheng Empire’s new Emperor Wu?

No, no, no. There’s something I’m missing—that’s why this feels so off. But what is it?

Clutching his head, Cheng Ziang fell into deep thought, striving to recall what felt out of place.

After a while, he caught a thread of insight, and instantly, he felt enlightened, jubilantly striking his fist.

Indeed! Emperor Wu or Princess—as long as the Dongsheng Empire’s power struggles are involved, there’s one institution that can never be bypassed: Dongsheng Empire’s Cabinet.

Cheng Ziang’s mind was wholly occupied with the royal family’s love and hatred, seemingly neglecting a crucial point. That is, the Emperor’s Sect’s directly affiliated body is the Cabinet, not Emperor Wu.

If this is valid, then could it be understood that Bailong An’s fate and the Dongsheng Empire’s power shifts all bear the shadow of the Cabinet?

In other words, the Cabinet is the true mastermind lurking behind the scenes. In Kyushu, no matter the undertaking, the Cabinet and the vast Wen Family influence are obstacles that cannot be avoided.

So perhaps it wasn’t Emperor Wu who wanted Bailong An dead—it was the Cabinet that sought his demise. Bailong An’s true offense wasn’t against his brother, but against the Wen Family’s all-encompassing Cabinet.

Thinking this through, Cheng Ziang couldn’t help but admire such an organization. To carve out such a role in a cultivation-centric, high-martial world—relying solely on political maneuvering and administrative ability to establish a civil-official-dominated governance system.

If they succeed in dominating Kyushu, might they establish a feudal bureaucratic regime similar to Earth?

Cheng Ziang saw this as a highly thought-provoking question.

However, for now, the Wen Family Cabinet still faced many troubles. The most immediate example was Huayu Ting’s stance—neither civil nor martial, entirely in an intermediary position.

This aligns with the saying: It’s not that they help whoever wins, but whoever wins gets their help.

From Huayu Ting’s perspective, the Wen Family gaining power would certainly benefit him; after all, the Wen Family’s treatment of the Demon Clan was relatively better compared to the Wu Family. While the Demon Clan’s influence affects cultivation skills, it doesn’t impact intelligence.

Yet ironically, Huayu Ting himself was part of the cultivation system, making him appear conflicted and contradictory. He clearly knew the Wu Family’s dominance would spell trouble for his wife and children, yet he was still forced to rely on their strength.

In the days to come, as long as the Wen Family hasn’t completely eradicated the Wu Family, Huayu Ting’s internal conflict will persist.

Still, he didn’t need to be overly disheartened, for change was already underway.

On one hand, there was the Wen Family Cabinet’s cultural promotion spanning over a hundred, nearly two hundred years; on the other hand, the Advance Team arrived from the West. The Advance Team, representing sophisticated technological standards and human ethical codes, closely aligned with the Wen Family. Their appearance was bound to alter the existing balance in Kyushu.

This is precisely why they’ve faced constant harassment since landing in Kyushu.

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