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Chapter 253: Chapter 130: Void Sacred Technique, Nanming Li Fire

Zhao Taiji smiled. "Lord Fang, you are too serious. A Vice Marshal of the Observatory is a high-ranking Third Grade official of the Court. This would be a suitable match. If Lord Fang is interested, this prince can make the arrangements now. When you have time, you can meet."

Fang Xing put on a look of sincere deference, bowing with his hands clasped. "Thank you for your generous offer, Your Highness. However, this subordinate currently has no such intentions. I beg your forgiveness."

Hearing this, the smile on Zhao Taiji’s face froze, and his eyes stared fixedly at him.

At that moment, the very air seemed to freeze.

A suffocating atmosphere filled the entire private room.

"Lord Fang, you are at an age of vigorous passion. What? Could it be you already have someone in mind?"

Zhao Taiji’s voice grew a few degrees colder, though his expression remained indifferent.

Sensing the insinuation, Fang Xing replied with a serious expression, "Your Highness, I am not interested in such matters. I have no such person in mind."

Zhao Taiji gave him a deep look, then a smile suddenly appeared on his face. "Since that’s the case, this prince won’t insist."

"However, I hope Lord Fang will remember what happened today. This prince does not want Miaojin to misunderstand. Does Lord Fang understand?"

Fang Xing clasped his hands. "This subordinate knows nothing."

Hearing this answer, the smile on Zhao Taiji’s face grew even brighter.

"Lord Fang, please, sit. Let’s continue enjoying the tea!"

"Thank you, Your Highness."

...

Before they knew it, an hour had passed.

In the middle of their conversation, Fang Xing suddenly took out a Sound Transmission Bell.

Listening to the message from the Sound Transmission Cloning Device, he looked at Zhao Taiji. "Your Highness, my apologies. Lord Hong has summoned this subordinate."

Zhao Taiji nodded lightly. "A summons from Miaojin must mean something important. Go on. We can talk again when we have the chance."

"Thank you for your hospitality, Your Highness. This subordinate takes his leave!"

Fang Xing clasped his hands, then left the private room.

Watching Fang Xing’s departing figure, the smile on Zhao Taiji’s face instantly vanished.

BUZZ—!

The air distorted, and a black-robed figure appeared out of thin air like a phantom.

"Your Highness, it seems this man is extremely cautious. I fear he is unwilling to stand on your side," the black-robed figure said in a hoarse voice.

"Elder Ying, what do you think of him?" Zhao Taiji asked, his expression unchanged as he drank his tea.

"This man is extraordinary, especially regarding his Divine Soul. I faintly sensed a trace of a Rank’s aura from him. This man... has perhaps already cultivated a Primordial Spirit."

The black-robed figure stood to the side, his hoarse voice sounding out.

CRACK—!

Hearing this, Zhao Taiji’s expression changed. The teacup in his hand suddenly shattered. He shot to his feet, his pupils filled with shock.

Looking at the black-robed figure beside him, Zhao Taiji had a look of disbelief on his face. "Truly?!"

The black-robed figure nodded. "Mm, there should be no mistake. Other than cultivating a Primordial Spirit, there’s no other way to possess the presence of a Pseudo-Rank. This man is truly a rare talent!"

’No wonder Hong Miaojin was willing to bring him home...’ Zhao Taiji murmured to himself, a tempest raging in his heart.

’A True Qi Cultivation, yet he can manifest a Primordial Spirit.’

He had never imagined such a thing was possible.

Sitting back down in his chair, Zhao Taiji’s expression was grave, his brows tightly furrowed.

’In that case, I’m afraid this man has already attracted Hong Xuanji’s attention. This makes things difficult...’

Zhao Taiji let out a long sigh.

Beside him, the black-robed figure looked at him. "Your Highness, if you wish to control this man, this old one might have a method."

Hm?

At his words, Zhao Taiji looked at the black-robed figure. "What method?"

"This old one once cultivated a technique called the Void Sacred Technique. It can pacify the heart and control the spirit."

"The Void Sacred Technique?" Zhao Taiji’s brows knitted together as he looked at the black-robed figure. "Why does that sound like it’s related to the Void Sect?"

The black-robed figure nodded. "There is indeed a connection. This technique is a core art of the Void Sect, created a thousand years ago by one of its supreme masters, the Mother of Non-Birth."

"This old one obtained this technique from a Void Saint Mother I once killed. Using this method to control him, I am at least ninety percent certain of success."

’Ninety percent certainty...’

Zhao Taiji fell silent, his brows furrowed. "No, it’s still too dangerous. If Hong Xuanji were to notice, I’m afraid even you would be in grave danger."

"Furthermore, an Evil Cult’s technique would never escape Hong Xuanji’s notice. If something were to happen to you, this prince would also be targeted by him. This matter is not to be considered."

The black-robed figure looked at him and clasped his hands. "Your Highness, based on the current situation, Hong Xuanji remains neutral. There is not much time left."

Zhao Taiji’s face was calm. "At least he isn’t standing with my elder brother. That in itself is good news. We haven’t reached the final moment yet."

"Besides, my Imperial Extreme Divine Skill has yet to reach the Celestial realm. For now, we keep a low profile."

Hearing this, the black-robed figure fell silent.

"Go back to your own tasks. The support of the Martial Dao Upper Sects is also very important," Zhao Taiji said.

The black-robed figure nodded. In a flash, he vanished from the private room.

...

Leaving the teahouse, Fang Xing walked toward the Imperial City. It wasn’t long before he arrived.

Looking at the majestic Imperial City, Fang Xing glanced toward the sky above it. At this close distance, he could feel the might of its destiny even more clearly.

The immense pressure was so strong it left his Primordial Spirit almost powerless to move.

Fang Xing had no doubt that if he were to release his Power of Mental to probe the Imperial City, he would be instantly obliterated by the Destiny True Dragon.

Even a Destiny True Dragon in its Weakening Stage was an unstoppable force for him.

The destiny accumulated by a dynasty, even a sliver of its power, could still overturn heaven and earth.

After waiting outside the Imperial City for a short while, Fang Xing saw Hong Miaojin’s figure walking out from within.

Her face was flushed, and she seemed to be in high spirits.

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