The Prince Can Do Divination

Chapter 358 - 231: Sister Witch Palace Language, Awakening the Daoxin, The Struggle for the World, The God’s Divine Punishment

"Your Cultivation path has been far too smooth, without any real setbacks. Or rather, you overcame any setback you faced with ease."

"And because of that, your Dao has a great flaw."

"You’re like an exquisite ceramic vase—flawless, beautiful, and the center of attention wherever it’s placed. But with a single light tap from a hammer, you would shatter into a million pieces, beyond repair..."

"Stop it!"

Tears streamed from Yun Qinghe’s eyes, her delicate form like a pear blossom in a storm.

Lu Mingyuan studied her eyes and asked tentatively, "Did that battle with the Great Netherworld crush your will?"

At that moment, Lu Mingyuan could finally confirm that her state of mind was indeed the problem. Her spirit and will had suffered a severe blow, and she had been unable to recover since.

Then, his tone shifted. "There’s no shame in losing—not to anyone, not even to fate or talent. Who hasn’t been defeated? Who hasn’t felt powerless? Back in the Cold Palace, how many times did I lose to you in our spars? Did I ever stay down?"

"I’m no longer that Sword Immortal prodigy I once was. I’m just a Human Race Cultivator who’s been reduced to a slave." Yun Qinghe closed her eyes, not daring to meet Lu Mingyuan’s gaze.

But Lu Mingyuan shook his head. "No. In my eyes, you’ll always be that Daoist Nun Fairy from the Cold Palace, the one on the Great Snowfield late at night, with your cold pride, like a divine being."

"Stop it!"

Tears streamed from Yun Qinghe’s eyes, her delicate form like a pear blossom in a storm.

She threw herself at Lu Mingyuan, pressing her soft, red lips to his cheek.

Her warm, fragrant body, like a piece of precious jade, fell into his arms as she reached for his belt.

"I’m nothing now but a slave with a shattered Golden Core..."

"I can help you reach an even higher Realm..."

「Suddenly.」

SMACK!

A sharp slap echoed through the air.

Yun Qinghe stumbled backward, knocking everything off the table behind her. She clutched her cheek, utterly devastated.

WHOOSH.

The cold wind from outside poured in relentlessly.

Lu Mingyuan walked over and looked down at Yun Qinghe, who was crying on the floor. He clenched his fists and shook his head. "I slapped you because I can’t watch you fall any further."

"In this world, nothing can stop my pursuit of the Dao, and it should be the same for you. No matter where you are or what your status is, you should never forget your mission."

With that, Lu Mingyuan turned and left, leaving her alone to think.

「At that moment.」

Outside, in a corner by the window, a petite figure was secretly listening.

Witch Palace Language gazed into the dark night, where a Liu Zhu lantern cast a constant glow at the palace entrance. She murmured to herself:

’Brother, where are you really from?’

「Day after day passed.」

Lu Mingyuan did not see Yun Qinghe’s Daoxin recover. Instead, war arrived.

A massive, sweeping campaign.

All Ten Underworld Races were required to send their people to the front.

The reason was simple: the Emperor of Great Yan from the Human Domain had dared to launch an unprovoked attack on the lands of the Great Netherworld. It was unforgivable!

Lu Mingyuan’s Martial Arts Realm had reached the Twelfth Realm.

However, his Witchcraft had stagnated.

He had to admit, in some ways, Lu Mingyuan disliked this power that came from faith in Divine Beings.

He followed the Great Nether Court to the Great Wall to fend off the invading Great Yan Army.

His strength was immense, and he was respected by everyone in the Underworld. Anyone who saw him would address him as Lord Demon Venerable.

But a familiar scene reappeared as the sunlight of the Central Plains World washed over Lu Mingyuan’s face.

The leader of the Human Race Alliance’s cultivator army looked quite young.

The face of Lu Yunqing appeared before him once more.

"The new leader of the Taoist Sect’s younger generation, Li Yunqing, is here. Which lord would like to go and fight him?"

Lu Mingyuan did not volunteer. Instead, he watched as someone else stepped forward.

He wanted to see if Lu Yunqing could overcome his own demons this time.

This man was now the leading disciple of the righteous path, the undisputed head of the Taoist Sect’s younger generation.

He no longer had to compromise. He could ignore the line between good and evil and do whatever he wanted.

The great battle was about to erupt.

In this war, Lu Mingyuan was not the main character.

The Three Religions’ Saints and the Great Nether Divine Venerable—they were the ones who would decide the outcome.

Yet, Lu Yunqing still chose to sacrifice the majority of his people.

He wanted to win too badly.

Faced with a group of captive Human Race slaves, Lu Yunqing didn’t hesitate to press the attack.

He even used the lives of many Cultivators to draw the fire of the Demon Country’s army while he led a team to launch a surprise attack on their Commander’s Camp.

As for the result, Lu Mingyuan didn’t see the end.

He was facing a difficult situation of his own.

"Wu Jiuyuan, you have secretly cultivated a Technique from the Outer Realm, violating the rules set by the Lord Heavenly God."

The great leaders of the Ten Races surrounded him, watching coldly.

The secret of Lu Mingyuan’s use of the Martial Dao was finally exposed on the battlefield, detected by the Blood Race.

"And what if I have?"

Lu Mingyuan’s reaction was placid.

"You will die under the divine punishment of the Lord Heavenly God!"

Lu Mingyuan’s murderous voice rang out. "At least I won’t die before you do."

With a flash of his blade, Lu Mingyuan cut down numerous Blood Race Elders, along with many colleagues he had long found disagreeable.

BOOM!

A tremendous roar resounded.

At some point, the entire sky had turned blood-red. A fireball streaked across the firmament, and seven red halos, each a thousand li in diameter, spun between the earth and the sky.

Endless Spiritual Power flowed upon the halos.

A single halo could cover several regions.

The people of the Holy Netherworld trembled in fear at the sight of this incomparably terrifying power.

"Divine punishment!"

"It’s divine punishment!"

Amidst the blazing light, Lu Mingyuan’s second life came to an end.

His consciousness faded into silence.

When he awoke again, he found he had become a baby.

He had just been born.

Purple qi descended from the heavens, rosy clouds stretched for three thousand li, and auspicious signs of dragons and sparrows gathered in the sky, all pouring into Lu Mingyuan’s body as if heralding the birth of a peerless prodigy.

’He had a feeling this life was going to be different.’

...

And with that, this lifetime comes to a close.