Zhao Yuyan’s Determination

Zhao Yuyan's Determination . . .

In the mystical realm of cultivation, where profound secrets and boundless wisdom awaited those who dared to seek it, Qin Wentian was embroiled in a profound journey of discovery that transcended mere mortal comprehension. Why had he not yet emerged from the enigmatic palace, you ask? The answer, my friend, lies in the depths of his unyielding pursuit of knowledge.

After carefully perusing the ancient and treasured tome, it wasn't just insights into innate techniques that held him captive within those hallowed walls. It was the mesmerizing array of runes, each possessing the power to invoke the very laws of heaven themselves when wielded with precision.

These runes, were not limited to a mere handful. No, they were as numerous as the stars in the night sky. Sword-type runes concealed within sword imprints, palm-type runes etched within palm imprints, and even eye-type runes that seemed to gaze into the very soul of existence. No, there was no need for here!

Throughout his cultivation journey, Qin Wentian had amassed an arsenal of innate techniques, but he had never delved into their origins until now. The treasured tome had opened his eyes to the intricate process of transmuting essence into the formidable energy of the laws.

Picture this: Qin Wentian, seated cross-legged, his consciousness fused so deeply with the scroll that they were practically one. The tome was a vast, boundless repository of knowledge, containing endless transformations. At that very moment, he observed a remarkable transformation—a strand of elephant-type energy burst to life. In a dazzling display of power, it morphed into a fearsome leg-type innate technique, a demonic elephant stomping through the heavens. Its colossal hoof radiated boundless might, capable of subduing all in its path.

As the process of triggering unfolded before him, Qin Wentian imprinted every detail into his sea of consciousness. Radiant light enveloped his form as he gracefully ascended into the air. He mirrored the scroll's movements flawlessly, casually stomping his leg. Thunderous roars echoed as the earth quivered beneath him. A colossal elephant hoof materialized, and woe betide anyone beneath him, for they would surely be crushed to oblivion.

"Such power," Qin Wentian marveled, "with more practice, I can wield this force with casual ease." With a contented sigh, he closed his eyes once more, plunging back into the depths of self-immersion, absorbing the profound truths inscribed in the tome.

Meanwhile, outside the Heavenly Talisman Palace, Bai Wuya patiently awaited, while another expert's spirits sank with each passing day. He had arrived with great enthusiasm, eager to enter the palace and explore the sparks of insight within. Alas, a rule of the palace dictated that only one person could peruse the tome at any given time, and Qin Wentian currently occupied that privilege.

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In the bustling Worryfree City, approximately a hundred days had elapsed since Qin Wentian's triumphant victory in that fateful gambling match. The Immorseize Residence, never one to rest on its laurels, continued its relentless operations. A weekly ritual of high-stakes gambling matches persisted, but alas, none could match the frenzy ignited by the offering of the Sky Demon Oracle Bone on that momentous day.

This time, the Immorseize Residence tantalizingly presented the Sky Demon Oracle Bone once more, beckoning daring souls to partake in the exhilarating spectacle.

In the illustrious and vibrant city of Worryfree, a constellation of brilliant talents illuminated the firmament of the cultivation world. Among them were luminaries like Han Luo, Xie Yu, and Zhao Yuyan, each possessing their unique brand of genius. Yet, fate played a whimsical hand, for none of these formidable figures could lay claim to the coveted prize that had ignited the city's fervor.

The coveted treasure, was none other than the enigmatic Sky Demon Oracle Bone, shrouded in legend and whispered to possess unfathomable power. However, destiny had a penchant for surprises, as it was not a renowned local hero who emerged victorious. No, it was a stranger—a complete enigma—whose name was unknown to all, but whose proficiency in divine inscriptions was undeniable. What confounded the onlookers even further was the fact that this enigmatic victor hailed from the modest realms of the second level of the Celestial Phenomenon Realm, a seemingly insignificant cultivation base in the grand tapestry of power.

As this enigmatic figure, an outsider, laid hands upon the Sky Demon Oracle Bone, the enchanting drama unfolded. Zhao Yuyan, known for her overpowering arrogance, refused to let him slip away. With all the subtlety of a stampeding elephant, she attempted to coerce a trade. Sparks flew, and battle ensued. It was a clash between celestial titans, with Zhao Yuyan boasting a cultivation level at the fourth tier of the Celestial Phenomenon Realm.

However, the disciple of the esteemed supreme elder of the Golden Armor Sect, the very genius of her sect, Zhao Yuyan, suffered a most unexpected defeat. Her adversary, a relative novice, had leaped two tiers of power to challenge her. The resulting commotion was nothing short of sensational, especially when the immortal sense of her master made a fleeting appearance.

But then, as if scripted by the heavens themselves, a mysterious figure, shrouded in white robes, materialized beside the triumphant underdog. With a single, imperious command, this enigmatic figure silenced the immortal sense of Zhao Yuyan's master, causing it to dissipate like morning mist before the sun. A gesture of unparalleled audacity! They didn't even deign to take Zhao Yuyan's life, their contempt for her palpable.

Following this riveting encounter, both Han Luo and Xie Yu embarked on quests to uncover the identity of this mysterious victor, but their endeavors proved futile.

Meanwhile, within the hallowed halls of the Qin Clan, a fierce dispute raged between Qin Feng and his uncle. After forcibly sending his uncle packing, Qin Feng's countenance darkened with displeasure. "Qin Qing, we must speak to Grandfather about this. He's crossed a line."

Qin Qing, her face flushed with suppressed indignation, shook her head. "It won't make a difference. He hasn't done anything to harm us. Bringing it up to Grandfather will only exacerbate the situation."

The source of their frustration? He had informed Qin Qing that a prominent visitor had graced Worryfree City, prompting the City Lord to seek out beautiful young women to serve in his court. Their uncle believed Qin Qing should register, harboring hopes that she would be selected.

In his eyes, even servitude in the presence of a powerful figure elevated one to a higher plane, casting them in a radiant light. The audacity of his proposal left Qin Feng and Qin Qing seething with anger. How could he treat Qin Qing as nothing more than a pawn, a commodity to be bartered?

"Despicable," Qin Feng muttered through gritted teeth.

Qin Qing sighed. "Let it go." Her expression mirrored her frustration. "Have there been any updates about our elder brother, Qin Wentian? I hope he hasn't encountered any trouble."

"I doubt it," replied Qin Feng, though worry tinged his voice. "Qin Wentian is no pushover; his strength should see him through. But the fact that he's gone silent worries me too. We've grown close during our time together, and we know he'd bid us farewell if he were to depart. His sudden disappearance has us all concerned that something untoward has happened."

In the ethereal expanse of the immortal realms, death was a specter that haunted every corner. A single misstep, a wrong word uttered in the company of the wrong celestial beings, and one could inadvertently summon the looming tempest of annihilation.

Yet, in the heart of Worryfree City, a bastion of opulence and power, a place of such resounding grandeur that even the most formidable hegemons of particle worlds would cower in its presence, life pulsated with an intensity unparalleled. Within the hallowed halls of this magnificent citadel, the illustrious couple who ruled over it convened. The city's female sovereign, Bu Yanyu, graced the gathering with her presence, her radiant beauty transcending mortal description as she adorned herself in a flowing gown that seemed tailor-made for goddesses. Her captivating eyes shimmered with a beguiling charm that could bewitch even the most steadfast hearts.

Beside her, an imposing figure, a man with chiseled features and a mane of golden hair that seemed to defy gravity, stood in majestic silence. He was none other than a once-demonic beast who had ascended to become a hegemon in the realm of particle worlds. In his journey to immortality, he had shed his beastly form and taken the name Xie Shi, embodying raw power that rippled through his entire being.

Within the grand hall, an assembly of distinguished figures had gathered, their presence a testament to the gravity of the occasion. Among them was the couple's son, Xie Yu, whose destiny hung in the balance of impending events.

"They will grace our city in seven short days. How progress the preparations?" Bu Yanyu inquired, her voice a melodious serenade that permeated the chamber.

"City Lord, we toil diligently in readiness for their arrival," came the prompt response from a subordinate.

"Excellent. This is an opportunity that arises but once in a lifetime, and we shall seize it with unwavering resolve. Xie Yu, my son, this is your moment to shine. Forge bonds with them, and your ascent will be meteoric," Bu Yanyu advised, her maternal pride evident in her gaze.

"Mhm, the groundwork is nearly complete. Alas, the Sky Demon Oracle Bone eluded us in the past, falling into the hands of an enigmatic victor. A regrettable turn of events," Xie Yu lamented, a glint of frustration flashing in his eyes. The coveted artifact had been intended as a prestigious offering to an esteemed guest, yet its mysterious possessor remained elusive, thwarting his plans.

"Let bygones be bygones, my son, for the past is but an ephemeral mist. Our focus must now shift to the impending gathering. Have the chosen beauties been selected?" queried Xie Shi, his resounding voice resonating like thunderclaps, commanding the attention of all present.

"I have set the wheels in motion, Father. The recruitment efforts have been initiated, and I await news of their results," Xie Yu replied with measured composure. In the midst of grand preparations, the fate of Worryfree City hung in the balance, and the stage was set for a symphony of events that would echo through the annals of time.

In the grandeur of the City Lord's mansion, where power and prestige intertwined like a delicate dance, Xie Shi, the formidable former demon, addressed his son, Xie Yu, with resounding authority. His voice reverberated through the spacious hall, commanding the attention of all present.

"In this world, my boy, there exists not a single man devoid of an appreciation for beauty. Strength, undoubtedly, claims the throne as number one, but let us not forget the alluring allure of beauties, a close second. I charge you, my son, with a crucial mission—to procure a bevy of exquisite companions, each a veritable jewel that would dazzle even the stars. Seek the young and vivacious, those who exude an enchanting charm that ensnares the soul. Spare no effort in scouring the city to assemble a treasure trove of enchantment. Use whatever means necessary, for this task demands nothing less than perfection," Xie Shi proclaimed, his voice unwavering.

Xie Yu, the dutiful son, nodded in agreement, his gaze shifting to a middle-aged man who stood within the hall. "You," he addressed the man, "you shall be entrusted with this mission. Immortal-ranked powers, we extend polite invitations, confident they shall acquiesce. As for the ordinary factions, we shall not force their hand but entice them to partake in this opportunity. Assure them that the City Lord's mansion shall treat them with the utmost respect and hospitality."

"Very well, my Lord. I shall commence at once," the appointed envoy affirmed, promptly exiting the grand hall to set the wheels in motion. Soon, the entire city would be abuzz with whispers and speculations.

In the not-so-distant future, a luminary from the Cloud Prefecture, a figure of unparalleled prestige, was slated to grace Worryfree City with their presence. Hailing from a sacred enclave within the Cloud Prefecture, this illustrious guest bore a mantle of profound significance. The City Lord's mansion was in the midst of a captivating quest—seeking the most alluring beauties to accompany this distinguished visitor. The news rippled through the city, igniting hope and aspiration in the hearts of countless unheralded beauties, offering them an elusive chance at a brighter destiny.

As the tidings swept through the streets of Worryfree, an effervescent liveliness engulfed the city, like a tempest of excitement and anticipation.

Meanwhile, within the Golden Armor Sect, Zhao Yuyan had emerged from her recent confinement. She stood in solemn contemplation atop a solitary mountain peak, her gaze fixated upon the distant horizons.

"The sacred grounds of the Cloud Prefecture," she murmured, her voice laced with determination. Her piercing eyes then settled on an imposing immortal palace that crowned the highest peak of the sect's domain. A frigid resolve coursed through her being. "Master, your decision shall haunt you."

With unwavering resolve, Zhao Yuyan departed from the confines of the Golden Armor Sect. Her destination: the City Lord's mansion in Worryfree City, where she sought to be chosen as one of the fortunate women destined to accompany the distinguished guest. She did so willingly, fueled by her unwillingness to accept her fate, her burning desire to prove her worth and challenge her master's misguided judgment.