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Chapter 233 - 230 She’s Too Weak, You Take Over, Qing Tian!

Chapter 233: Chapter 230 She’s Too Weak, You Take Over, Qing Tian!

Feng Li took graceful, measured steps to arrive before Liang Hui.

The mark between her brows emitted a faint silvery glow, sacred and mysterious.

Liang Hui nodded, his hand reaching out, and a silver Jade Slip appeared in his palm.

"The Primordial Spirit Chapter of the Fundamental Taoist Scripture from the Star Moon Tower, I’ve got it for you."

"Thank you!"

Feng Li reached out to take the Jade Slip, carefully placing it into her bosom.

A scripture leading directly to the secrets of the Primordial Spirit was extremely precious anywhere, especially the Fundamental Taoist Scripture of a lineage.

"You can leave, but not now. With Old Mother Red Lotus still alive, I can’t be at ease."

Liang Hui retracted his hand, looking at Feng Li, and suggested:

"Find a secluded place to stay in the Divine Court for now, and wait until the Red Lotus Holy Mother is slain before you go back."

"Okay."

Feng Li nodded, since she knew what the young man was worried about, she might as well stay here for now.

Even if she didn’t like anyone behind her.

Turn around!

She walked towards the outside of the palace.

Tang Tang also slowly stood up, glanced at the calm-looking youth, and strode outside.

"Tai Yi, I’m going to cultivate."

The graceful figure then disappeared at the doorway.

Su Yao then stood up, her pretty face brimming with laughter, and approached the youth.

She tiptoed closer to Liang Hui’s face, and whispered softly:

"Hui, some things have always been selfish, they are, so am I."

After that, she quickly left the palace.

Liang Hui felt the trace of fragrance in the air, his expression carrying a hint of helplessness.

Some were both mentors and friends, while others were his subordinates; he still made the distinction clear.

Do they really have to stand below the steps, looking up to him, before they acknowledge that?

The chaotic thoughts in his mind were quickly severed one by one.

Liang Hui cast his gaze upon Qing Tian, still seated in her chair.

Garbed in a blue dress embroidered with stars and the sun, her deep eyes seemed capable of embracing all things in the world.

Her entire being radiated dignity, opulence, and dominance.

"Since you haven’t left, let’s go see a friend together," Liang Hui chuckled, issuing an invitation. He needed Qing Tian’s assistance for the next few things.

The woman nodded lightly on her forehead and slowly came to Liang Hui’s side.

The two walked side by side, moving forward.

Suddenly, Liang Hui asked curiously, "Qing Tian, I’ve always been curious about your strength after we separated."

"Of course, if it’s inappropriate, you don’t have to answer."

Qing Tian glanced at the youth and the copper bell in his hair, without slowing her pace.

"Path Entry."

"Since separating from the world, I’ve crafted for myself the most astonishingly gifted vessel, without any traces of cultivation."

"Starting from nothing, I have reached the Path Entry Realm."

"Drawing on a blank canvas indeed allows for creating a blueprint that truly belongs to oneself," Liang Hui nodded.

Yet, to step into the Path Entry Realm in just under two years was indeed astounding.

But considering her origins, such a pace of cultivation was understandable.

After a few idle exchanges,

The two arrived at a side hall.

Liang Hui didn’t hesitate, striding forward and pushing open the door to reveal two figures seated inside the hall.

"Pavilion Master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, I have long admired you," Liang Hui said warmly, stepping into the side hall with Qing Tian.

The elder sitting in the chair, alongside the youngster beside him, immediately got up.

They wanted to bow to Liang Hui and Qing Tian as a sign of respect, but a gentle qi in front of them prevented them from bending.

"Pavilion Master, there’s no need for that. During my time on the run, I had to rely on your care."

Then, he turned his gaze toward the teenager beside the elder.

"This young man is..."

"Your Majesty, he is my grandson, Loo Cheng. I brought him here this time to broaden his horizons," the elder stated.

"Loo Cheng? He has good potential. I wonder if the Pavilion Master would be willing to allow him to join the Divine Court," Liang Hui said with a light chuckle, noting that the young man’s talents seemed quite ordinary—it appeared he was the elder’s dear grandson!

"Willingly, Your Majesty. Following Your Majesty is his honor," the elder replied with joy in his eyes, bidding Loo Cheng to kneel once again. This time, Liang Hui did not stop him.

"In addition to expressing my gratitude to the Pavilion Master, there is another matter for which I require his assistance."

"Your Majesty, please speak."

Liang Hui didn’t immediately reply but walked over and sat down in a nearby chair.

He gestured for Qing Tian and the Pavilion Master to sit as well.

His expression gradually became solemn, but his eyes remained as calm as ever.

"The Divine Court has been established, yet petty characters still exist."

"The tribes of the grasslands, Dingchan Temple in the Western Desert, and the Demon Spirit Sect—which do you think I should visit next?"

Instantly, the elder understood the Divine Emperor’s meaning; he was not asking for an opinion but expected him to divine which location would be most advantageous to visit.

The Heavenly Secret Pavilion Master glanced at Qing Tian sitting beside him and obediently began to divine with a tortoise shell he took from within his robes.

Seconds and minutes ticked away as the elder’s expression became increasingly grave.

Bang!

The tortoise shell in his hand exploded, and a wisp of pitch-black smoke emerged from the shattered shell, rapidly climbing up the elder’s arm.

Ha!

A laugh, sounding like the resonant chime of a great bell, ensued, and the smoke vanished into nothing.

"Pavilion Master, did you gain any insights?"

The elder’s complexion was pale, his brows tightly furrowed as he responded to Liang Hui’s inquiry.

"Your Majesty, any of the three locations are of no concern for you."

"However, the location of the Demon Spirit Sect remains disguised, I could not find the exact location."

The elder lowered his gaze, choosing not to speak further.

Liang Hui’s fingers curved slightly, tapping on the armrest, his eyes reflecting deep thought.

Moments later.

He waved his hand, and a jade token engraved with dragon patterns appeared in midair, floating before the elder.

"Pavilion Master, this is a token of the Divine Court."

"With this token, you may witness the divination techniques held by the Divine Court, cultivate their secret techniques, and exchange for treasures from the treasury," Liang Hui said.

"Thank you, Divine Emperor Your Majesty," the elder gestured as he accepted the jade token, his elderly face wearing a look of satisfaction.

Seeing the Heavenly Secret Pavilion Master accept the jade token, Liang Hui gestured for the elder and his companion to leave.

In the side hall, soon only Liang Hui and Qing Tian remained.

At that moment, Qing Tian picked up a teacup from the table and took a sip, saying:

"Hui, I once said that the location of the Demon Spirit Sect cannot be divined, there are methods not of this world at play, concealing it."

"It seems that some interesting changes have indeed taken place within the Demon Spirit Sect," Liang Hui murmured softly, his palm brushing over the teacup on the table.

Qing Tian, the Heavenly Secret Pavilion Master—the two strongest Diviners—could not divine the exact location.

Thus, the Demon Spirit Sect’s methods of concealment must be as Qing Tian said, of something not of this world.

’Heavenly Demon Realm, your presence is everywhere!’

Killing intent filled Liang Hui’s heart as he picked up the teacup and drained it in one gulp.

"Since we cannot find the location of the Demon Spirit Sect, let us head to the Western Desert first, the karma with Dingchan Temple must also be concluded."

Setting down the teacup, he looked at Qing Tian, who was still sipping tea lightly.

"During the time I am away, I’ll trouble you to preside over the grand affairs of the Divine Court."

"Me?" Qing Tian paused, surprise evident in his eyes.

Then, he set down the teacup.

"I thought you would have Su Yao preside over the matters."

"She is too weak!"