Chapter 941 - Please Pick the Princess Consort!

As night fell, starlight dotted the dark sky. It was quiet both inside and outside the courtyard, and all that could be heard was the cool wind that breezed through the hall.

Chu Liuyue was currently cultivating in her room. Seated in a cross-legged position with her eyes tightly shut, her aura enveloped her as two flames—transparent and red—could be seen leaping around her from time to time.

She raised her right hand and lightly pointed a fair and slender finger in the air. Silver force then rushed out and quickly split into countless strands of light, which later intertwined to form a pattern.

Following this, she did the same with her left hand. More strands of silver light flew out and formed the same pattern, which then connected with the first pattern.

If Elder Su Jin and the others were here right now, they would realize that this Xuan formation closely resembled the ninth-grade Xuan formation they saw at the border. This was because Chu Liuyue had constructed this one based on its original design.

For people who had no talent in the Xuan Master path, Xuan formations were nothing but a bunch of strange shapes and lines. It would be very tough for them to remember the patterns no matter how hard they studied them. Despite its regularity, memorizing the patterns of a Xuan formation wasn’t as simple as memorizing a book. In fact, the complexity of a ninth-grade Xuan formation was unimaginable. Even for an advanced Xuan Master, their head would spin after staring at it for a long time, which made it impossible for them to remember the patterns.

However, it was different for Chu Liuyue. Even though she was in a different body now and her powers were limited, her cognitive abilities were still on the same level as when she was an eighth-grade Xuan Master in her previous life. On top of that, she had an astonishing talent in this aspect to begin with, so memorizing a few ninth-grade Xuan formations wasn’t a tall order for her.

What she wanted to do now was try her best to replicate the ninth-grade Xuan formation she saw earlier.

As time trickled past, Chu Liuyue drew out the pattern in her mind stroke by stroke. In front of her were countless streams of silver light that illuminated her clear, porcelain face and gradually formed the Xuan formation’s outline.

…

Ten thousand miles away.

Floating atop the boundless and sparkling azure water were several islands shrouded with misty white force, making it look like a scene straight out from a fairytale. Above the void, a golden light suddenly appeared and expanded at a rapid speed to form a golden circle.

The space fluctuated and rippled before a tall figure walked out from it—it turned out to be Rong Xiu.

He was dressed in a black brocade robe, and he exuded a cold aura. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the warmth and gentleness he had as Prince Li vanished and were replaced by cold ruthlessness and indifference. The power suppressing his force was gone, and his aura immediately grew stronger.

At a glance, he looked like a god who had killed his way out of hell with his murderous aura.

Honk!

Followed by the sounding of a horn, a loud greeting was heard. “Welcome back, Your Grace!”

Countless people were currently kowtowing in his direction.

Rong Xiu headed straight for the island in the middle. Although it seemed like he was walking on water, there was actually a small gap between his shoes and the water surface. With his hands behind his back, he looked like he was taking a leisurely stroll, but in reality, he had covered a great distance in just a few steps.

When he reached the island, he leaped into the air and gently floated down to the ground. The black jade slab reflected his long figure as he continued to walk forward while the two guards on duty bowed respectfully toward him.

…

The building in front was Rong Xiu’s palace. Security was very tight there, so ordinary people had no way of even getting close. It was usually very quiet there, but it seemed that someone had been waiting outside his palace for a long time today. Upon hearing Rong Xiu’s arrival, that person also went down on his knees in the direction the former was coming from.

Rong Xiu’s eyes narrowed slightly as he took a glance, for he found the visitor somewhat familiar—the latter seemed to be an acquaintance. Sure enough, his guess was proven correct when he got closer.

The visitor was none other than 36 Respected Elder Ming’s nephew, Ming Yao.

As an elder, Ming Yao’s status was considered pretty high within his clan, for it was second only to the clan leader. Usually, the elders rarely appeared here and would tend to go look for 36 Respected Elder Ming if they had any problems. There was hardly a time when they directly went to look for Rong Xiu.

Not until now.

Rong Xiu stopped right in front of him. “What brings you here today, Elder Ming Yao?”

“Greetings, Your Grace!” Ming Yao hurriedly paid his respect to Rong Xiu.

One of the guards next to him cupped his fist and reported, “Your Grace, Elder Ming Yao has been waiting here since three days ago. He says that he has something important to report to you in person.”

Rong Xiu looked up slightly. “Where’s 36 Respected Elder Ming?”

“36 Respected Elder Ming went into seclusion recently, Your Grace.”

So he deliberately chose to come when 36 Respected Elder Ming was away. Rong Xiu’s lips curved up slightly. “You may rise, Elder Ming Yao. Feel free to speak your mind.”

Only after giving his thanks did Ming Yao stand up. Still, he couldn’t help but feel nervous about facing Rong Xiu alone. He tried his best to eke out a smile. “Your Grace, I’m actually here on behalf of many other clans.”

Rong Xiu slightly raised his eyebrows as he gave Ming Yao a look. “Oh?”

With much difficulty, Ming Yao swallowed his saliva and mustered his courage to say, “Well… It’s been a few years since you took the throne, but you still don’t have a Princess Consort. It just so happens that your birthday is coming up, so we’re thinking… Why don’t you take this chance to pick someone to be the Princess Consort?”