CHAPTER 31: CHAPTER 31: ZIWEI STAR MOVEMENT

Zhao Yi’s old face turned dark.

This woman is the head of a temple, yet she speaks such scandalous words!

Seeing Miaoyin Zhenren finish off the roast chicken with greasy hands, Zhao Yi looked on with disdain.

"You’re the head of a temple at least, can’t you pay a bit of attention to your image? If the followers see this, Xuanzhen Temple’s thousand-year reputation might be ruined!"

Miaoyin Zhenren indifferently said, "What is there to fear! Wine and meat pass through the belly, but Buddha remains seated in the heart!"

Zhao Yi couldn’t hold it in: "But you are a Daoist, does Buddha have any authority over you?"

Miaoyin Zhenren glanced at him askew: "Even Buddha can’t govern me, what can you do!"

Whoa!

That’s quite reasonable!

Zhao Yi was rendered speechless!

Huang Ying, beside them, suppressed laughter, holding a warm towel and helping Miaoyin Zhenren clean her hands.

Miaoyin Zhenren wiped her hands clean, and with a serious expression, looked at Zhao Yi.

"The Imperial Clan Court sent word saying that there’s a fool in the royal family, and even the ancestors in the temple are disturbed. My uncles asked me to hurry and take a look!"

After speaking, Miaoyin Zhenren curiously beckoned Zhao Yi: "Little Six, quickly come over and let big sister have a good look to see how foolish you’ve become!"

Zhao Yi: "..."

Unconvinced, he said: "How am I a fool? Uncle Zhao Yuan said that as long as there are over a hundred Tier Nine Saint King Realm great cultivators, I can still break through the Mystical Gate!"

Upon hearing this, Miaoyin Zhenren’s eyelids twitched, and her expression was one of disdain, as if looking at a pile of dog feces!

She nodded in agreement: "It’s truly inappropriate to call you a fool, that would insult fools!"

Annoyed, she said: "Do you even know what a Saint King Realm great cultivator signifies? Over a hundred Tier Nine cultivators simultaneously mobilizing could go to the East Sea to slaughter dragons!"

Zhao Yi was stunned: "Are there really dragons in this world?"

"Nonsense!" Miaoyin Zhenren rolled her eyes, "If there were no dragons in this world, where did your family get that dragon egg?"

Zhao Yi wanted to ask more, but Miaoyin Zhenren grew impatient.

Miaoyin Zhenren seemed unwilling to let Zhao Yi know too much about the outside world, raising her hand to cut him off: "Alright, these aren’t things you should be concerned with now. Until you reach the Tier Six Divine Travel Realm, the outside world has nothing to do with you!"

With that, she reached out and grabbed Zhao Yi, and his body uncontrollably moved before her.

"Dragon Claw Hand?"

Zhao Yi’s eyes lit up: "Coach, I want to learn this!"

"What is ’Coach’?" Miaoyin Zhenren tilted her head.

Then, she couldn’t help but spit: "Dragon Claw Hand, my foot! This is one of the nine ultimate skills of the Dragon God Technique, the Dragon Capturing Technique! To not even recognize the ultimate skill of the ancestral cultivation technique, you’re really something!"

Zhao Yi let out an awkward laugh.

Miaoyin Zhenren snorted lightly, said nothing, and then placed her delicate, white hand onto the Baihui point on Zhao Yi’s head.

"Huh?"

Miaoyin Zhenren seemed to sense something, letting out a soft "huh," and looked at Zhao Yi with a peculiar expression.

Then, as if unconvinced, she closed her eyes again to sense.

After a while, Miaoyin Zhenren slowly opened her eyes.

Zhao Yi promptly asked: "How is it?"

Miaoyin Zhenren frowned slightly, as if encountering some problem, and her delicate face almost scrunched into a ball.

Seeing this, Zhao Yi’s heart skipped a beat.

He looked at Miaoyin Zhenren, tentatively asked: "Is my aptitude really that bad?"

Miaoyin Zhenren looked at him, shook her head: "Bad, I think that word isn’t quite fitting!"

"What do you mean?" Zhao Yi asked in confusion.

Miaoyin Zhenren organized her words and explained as simply as possible: "If the Mystical Gate at the Baihui point of a normal person is like a sheet of paper, yours is..."

"It’s a wall!" Zhao Yi interrupted her, "Uncle Zhao Yuan already said so."

Miaoyin Zhenren shook her head: "I’ve heard of Uncle Zhao Yuan, his willpower is indeed strong, but apparently lacking in insight. To compare your Mystical Gate to a city wall isn’t quite accurate."

Hearing this, Zhao Yi became interested and curiously asked: "So what should I use as a comparison?"

Miaoyin Zhenren looked at him peculiarly: "Your Mystical Gate is like an ocean!"

An ocean?

Zhao Yi was dumbfounded: "What does that mean?"

Miaoyin Zhenren said sympathetically: "Unless that ocean can be filled, your Mystical Gate may remain unbroken forever!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi blurted out: "Filling an ocean? How is that possible?"

Zhao Yi frowned: "Uncle Zhao Yuan said over a hundred great cultivators should suffice..."

Miaoyin Zhenren nodded: "That’s why I said he lacks insight!"

After speaking, Miaoyin Zhenren patted Zhao Yi’s shoulder, comforting him: "It doesn’t matter if you can’t break through, it’s not a big deal. At least you’re very lucky! When we went out to play before, you always managed to find money, we were so envious!"

"But I want to cultivate!" Zhao Yi said with a bitter expression.

Miaoyin Zhenren dismissed it with a wave: "What’s so good about cultivation anyway, it’s exhausting and miserable, and easily drives people insane!"

After speaking, she looked at Zhao Yi and asked with a mischievous smile: "Old Six, are you interested in being emperor?"

Be emperor?

Zhao Yi was stunned again.

This woman’s thoughts are really mercurial!

One moment discussing cultivation, the next talking about being emperor!

Zhao Yi shook his head: "Don’t talk nonsense, how can I be emperor? Not to mention the first and second brothers, I can’t even beat the Ninth!"

The Great Xia Dynasty’s imperial succession is determined by martial contest.

The Zhao royal family produces no duds.

Except Zhao Yi.

The old emperor had nine sons, eight of whom are prodigies.

The youngest Ninth Prince is eight years old and recently started Body Tempering!

Zhao Yi might not even be able to win against him!

Miaoyin Zhenren dismissed: "Rules are dead, people are alive! When rules don’t work, why not change them!"

"Is that possible?" Zhao Yi was somewhat baffled.

Miaoyin Zhenren nodded affirmatively: "Of course it’s possible! The Observatory’s director observed the celestial phenomena last night, he said the Ziwei Star shines, signaling the emergence of a wise ruler!"

Zhao Yi widened his eyes: "Is the director tired of living? Father is still in power, yet he’s daring enough to say a wise ruler has emerged, is he seeking death?"

After speaking, Zhao Yi suddenly thought of something, puzzled: "Hold on! It rained last night, where did the director observe celestial phenomena?"

Miaoyin Zhenren waved it off: "That’s not important, what’s important is the director saw the emergence of the Ziwei Star!"

Zhao Yi thought of something, tentatively asked: "Is the director okay?"

Miaoyin Zhenren thought for a moment, nodded: "He should be alright... The Empress received the message yesterday and had the director observe the changes in celestial phenomena. The director said he couldn’t clearly see the changes due to the rain, so the Empress personally went to the Observatory, and then the director saw the Ziwei Star!"

"I knew it was like that!" Zhao Yi twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth.

He said helplessly: "That’s too rash, isn’t it?"

Miaoyin Zhenren replied: "It’s the best choice!"

"Uncle Zhao Yuan must have told you that your existence directly changed the thousand-year bloodline curse of the Zhao royal family!"

"If you don’t become emperor, how should those royal family members you saved repay your life-saving grace?"

"With so many nobles owing you a favor, who can sit securely on the throne?"

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