The Lord of Void and Real
Chapter 466

Chapter 466: Chapter 462: 9th Prince Chapter 466: Chapter 462: 9th Prince Shen Luo first activated the Technique of Taming Beasts and Summoning Spirits, summoning Lang Sheng to guard his surroundings. Only then did he sit cross-legged outside the array, taking out the Qiankun Bag and placing it in the center of the array.

He activated this array with a talisman. A stream of black light rose from within the array, slowly lifting up the Qiankun Bag, and even strands of black light seeped into the bag.

The black, ghostly light around the Qiankun Bag slowly flickered, and a hazy black figure slowly emerged. It was the image of the General Ghost.

“I'm grateful for your assistance, Your Excellency.” Shen Luo gave a small smile, stood up and walked into the array, sitting down beneath the Qiankun Bag. The apparition of the General Ghost was directly cast over him.

He slowly activated the secret technique of nourishing the spirit with ghosts. Threads of ghostly light permeated from the ghost's apparition and gathered at his brow.

Shen Luo's brow furrowed slightly, his face revealing a trace of pain, but he forcibly endured, activating the Nameless Cultivation Technique once more trying to break through the bottleneck of the Soul Condensation Stage.

In the blink of an eye, several months had passed.

The New Year had already passed, and the weather near the Yellow River was still getting colder day by day. Today, it even began to snow heavily.

Amid the flurry of snowflakes on the vast river surface, the world was in a cage of white, blurring the boundaries of river and sky.

This weather was not suitable for navigation and fishing, so there were neither sailing ships nor fishing boats.

However, such a beautiful scene was perfect for the literati and nobility who didn't have to worry about their livelihoods to enjoy the snow and the view.

A painted ship, as long as twenty or thirty feet and three stories high, was seen slowly traveling in the middle of the Yellow River. Banners fluttered above it, decorated with brightly colored embroidered dragons and painted phoenixes – a clear sign that someone from the Royal Family was aboard.

Sounds of silk and bamboo music, as well as singing and dancing, drifted out from inside. Every now and then, somebody would loudly recite a poem, relishing the snowy spectacle.

Just then, the river surface several hundred feet in front of the painted ship suddenly began to churn violently, revealing a massive vortex. Countless smaller vortices alternately surfaced around it, triggering a fierce wind.

At the same time, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on the river surface was in chaos, converging towards the massive vortex. The sky above was also stirring up violent winds, forming a larger whirlpool of air, emitting a thunderous roaring sound.

The sails of the painted ship were affected by the fierce wind. The ship shook crazily, and several flags on the ship were snapped off by the violent wind, spiraling up into the sky.

“What's happening!” The sounds of singing and dancing on the ship abruptly ceased, and a group of people hurriedly poured out from the cabin.

At the front was a young man in his twenties dressed in a bright yellow robe, a golden crown on his head and a folding fan in his hand. His starlike eyes, handsome brows, full forehead, and a hint of purple light in between his brows gave him an extremely noble air.

Standing next to the golden-crowned youth was a young girl dressed in a bright yellow dress with a phoenix crown on her head. It was Miss Li, whom Shen Luo had previously seen twice in Wanqiu City market and the Xuanyuan Pavilion auction.

Fifteen or so people were standing behind the two. Dressed in beautiful clothes, these young men and women were obviously individuals of high status.

Also present were several feathered guards in Taoist robes standing around – all were cultivators.

The youth named Wu was also here at the moment, standing on the edge of the crowd, the arrogance on his face vanished and all that was left was humility and respect.

In front of the youth named Wu stood a middle-aged feathered guard in a purple robe and thunderbolt crown, the two people's facial contours were rather similar, seemingly associated by blood.

“Reporting to Ninth Prince, the spiritual energy in the front surges like a tide, causing a violent wind to form a vortex. It seems that there is a cultivator under the river making a cultivation breakthrough, thus triggering this heavenly phenomenon.” A Daoist standing behind the golden-crowned youth holding a dust whisk evaluated the river surface in front and revealed a faint smile while speaking.

The Daoist was eccentric-looking, full of white hair yet his face was void of any wrinkles. He looked extremely young, yet for some reason his face was sickly pale.

While speaking, he waved the dust whisk in his hand.

A layer of green light emerged out of thin air and surrounded the entire boat. The green light was filled with curious mysterious patterns, with dots of light shimmering resembling the stars in the night sky.

The boat immediately became stable, remaining unaffected by the wild wind blowing from the sky or the vortex beneath the river.

At this moment, a spiritual energy vortex in the distant sky suddenly stopped spinning and after a clear ringing sound, it collapsed and dispersed. The sky was filled with rainbow-like rays, looking splendidly beautiful.

The vortex on the river's surface also vanished. Just a few breaths later, tranquility was restored, and the snow continued to drift down gently.

“It seems to have ended, National Master, can you determine this person's cultivation level? Was the breakthrough just now successful?” The golden-crowned youth asked with interest.

“The breakthrough was already successful. From the spiritual energy fluctuation, he should be a monk at the Soul Condensation stage.” The Daoist said with a smile.

“Hmph! A cultivator who had just advanced to the Soul Condensation stage, daring to disturb the Ninth Prince's snow appreciation with Princess Shu, and even damaged the royal flag, committed a heavyweight sin. Permit me to drag him out for Your Highness' disposal.” The purple-robed feathered guard in front of the youth named Wu suddenly snorted and stepped forward, bowing to the golden-crowned youth and said.

“Following the National Master's words, this person was attempting to break through his cultivation in seclusion, which led to the heavenly phenomenon. It was not intentional. There's no need to wage a war over it, right?” The golden-crowned youth shook his head.

“Even if it was unintentional, the fact that this person has damaged the imperial flag cannot be denied. If we don't punish him severely, our Great Tang's royal family's majesty will not be highlighted. If this news spreads, it would make the cultivation sects disdain the court. I hope Your Highness would judge wisely.” The purple-robed feathered guard seemed unwilling and said once more.

Talking about the credibility of the court, the golden-crowned youth also revealed indecision on his face and turned to look at the Daoist known as the National Master.

“Martial friend Wu also has a point. Your Highness, you may grant him permission, we can also appreciate Martial friend Wu's Burning Heavenly Immortal Technique. But, as we are above the Yellow River, the strong water vapor here restrains Martial friend Wu's fire-attributed spiritual powers. Would you need my help?” The National Master Daoist revealed a profound smile, saying.

“Just a cultivator who had just broken through Soul Condensation Stage, there's no need for the National Master to bother. All of you wait a moment, I will bring him here.” The purple-robed feathered guard snorted coldly and without casting any spell, his figure flew out. After a few breaths, he has already reached the previous location of the vortex.

“Which demon dares to obstruct the imperial ship from sailing, come out!” He shouted angrily and pointed his finger.

With a sharp whistling sound, a crimson sword light shot out from his sleeve, like a swift meteor piercing towards the river, emitting a loud shrill shriek that echoed over the ten or more miles of the river surface.

“Martial friend Wu's Meteor Sword appears to be mightier than before. Nephew Wu Xian, is your father's cultivation level not far from the middle stage of Soul Condensation?” Another feathered guard with white hair but a youthful face asked the youth named Wu on the ship.

“Master Dafang has sharp vision. My father's cultivation has indeed made a great stride. He once said that he was confident that he could break through to the mid-stage of Soul Condensation in three years.” The youth named Wu said proudly, then turned his gaze towards a young girl named Li.

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