Two days later.
Great Yin Dynasty.
A streak of light streaked across the sky, heading straight for the Imperial Palace Treasury.
"Bold! Who dares to intrude into the Imperial Palace!" A guard ascended into the air, radiating a powerful aura, wielding a long spear to intercept.
"Get lost!" Bei Chenheng lightly shouted. With a single push of his hand, a massive palm print materialized, covering an area of a hundred yards and instantly slamming the guard into the ground.
Afterward, Bei Chenheng swiftly moved away.
"Brother, have you just arrived?" Another guard approached after Bei Chenheng left. He helped the fallen guard and said with a solemn tone, "Within the palace, keep your eyes open. That person you just stopped is the Ninth Prince! The only son of the current God Emperor. Why block the Ninth Prince?
"There are regulations within the palace… no flying is allowed." The guard from before had an unpleasant expression, clutching his chest and speaking in a hushed voice.
"It depends on who it is." Another guard patted his shoulder, saying helplessly.
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At the entrance of the Imperial Palace Treasury, Bei Chenheng descended from the void. He reached the entrance, produced an identity token, and tossed it into the void, saying nonchalantly, "This Prince needs to go in, open the door promptly!"
"As you command!" With the ripples in the void, a resonant voice echoed. The moment the voice fell, intricate patterns lit up on the stone door, weaving into a mysterious pattern and slowly opening to the sides.
Bei Chenheng stepped inside.
Surveying the surroundings, countless shelves filled the vast space. Most of them contained exotic treasures, but in terms of value, they weren't particularly precious. The truly valuable items wouldn't be placed here. Some were gifts from small sects, others were tributes from cities, and there were even remnants from the fallen Dynasties.
For example, the remnants of the recently annihilated Great Li Dynasty.
Items with insignificant value but too valuable to discard were haphazardly tossed into the treasury. It appeared chaotic and disorderly, with rarely anyone bothering to manage it. At this moment, it looked like a mess.
"Bing Yin Number…" Bei Chenheng took out a jade plaque, scanning its content and murmuring.
Bing Yin Number was the designation of the wooden frame in front of him. Bei Chenheng went through them one by one, taking half an hour before halting in front of a particular shelf. His gaze couldn't move away.
On this shelf, two large characters came into view—Bing Yin!
"Ten Thousand Longevity Painting!" Bei Chenheng uttered four words again. He extended his hand, pulling out the only scroll on this wooden frame. It was an unremarkable painting, exuding a decaying scent due to the passage of time. It seemed like a gentle touch could damage it.
Bei Chenheng cautiously unfolded the scroll, and at the top of the painting, the three characters "Ten Thousand Longevity" gradually caught his eye. Seeing these three characters, Bei Chenheng's pupils suddenly contracted! It's real! Regardless of whether the senior deceived him or not, at least up to this point, all the information matches!
"Whether it can succeed depends on the next step!" Bei Chenheng took a deep breath. His palm lifted, and the True Qi within him began to circulate in a mysterious way, finally converging in the palm. In his palm, a character 'Li' formed!
This was the method to activate the Ten Thousand Longevity painting, only possible using the special sealing technique of the Great Li Dynasty. Without this method, even possessing the painting would be useless. This was precisely why, for a million years, the Great Yin Dynasty had been unable to find the Borrowing Luck to Become Saint Method.
Bei Chenheng's palm descended, covering the Ten Thousand Longevity painting. Suddenly, with a "buzz," ripples spread across the surface of the painting like water, followed by golden characters flying out. Dense and arranged in the void, golden radiance showered down, dazzling the senses.
"Gudong!" Seeing this scene, Bei Chenheng difficultly swallowed a mouthful of saliva. It's correct! Everything is just as the senior said. Not a bit deviated! Now, what appeared before him was precisely the Borrowing Luck to Become Saint Method.
This was a Divine Art, not a cultivation method. Learning it was extremely simple, requiring almost no effort. One just needed to master the technique of manipulating luck!
Bei Chenheng quickly noted down the contents. Then, his gaze turned cold. His five fingers grasped, and with a "peng," the Ten Thousand Longevity painting in his hand turned into a mist, falling gracefully and spreading on the ground.
After completing all this, Bei Chenheng turned and walked outside.
In the Imperial palace, God Emperor Bei Chenyong lay sideways on a soft couch, his eyes closed. His fingers rhythmically tapped on the bed, and he hoarsely spoke, "Liu Zhen."
"Slave is here!" A thin, pale-faced man with a somewhat sinister look quickly bowed.
"How long has the Ninth Prince been out?"
"About six days."
"Six days…" Bei Chenyong opened his eyes, a trace of coldness flashing in them. He said in a chilly tone, "Too long. During these six days, where did he go?"
"Reporting to the God Emperor, after the Ninth Prince left the Imperial palace, he went straight to the Great Wilderness City and returned after staying for half a day."
"Great Wilderness City!" Bei Chenyong's face turned indifferent, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes. He said in a cold voice, "My Imperial son seems to have grown wings. I asked him to go to the Bai Duan Mountain Range to investigate the reason for Ren Qingtu's ascension to Sainthood, but he went to the Great Wilderness City! Does he think that I, as an old father, am powerless against him?"
As the God Emperor, Bei Chenyong was quite annoyed at feeling out of control.
"Your Majesty, please calm down." Liu Zhen whispered. After speaking, as if he thought of something, he continued, "Just now, I got news that the Ninth Prince has returned. It seems his mood is not good. While passing by the Imperial palace, he severely injured a guard.
"In the Imperial palace, there have always been rules prohibiting violence. The Ninth Prince's actions should be considered unintentional," Liu Zhen spoke with tact. On the surface, he seemed to be defending Bei Chenheng, but in reality, he cleverly pushed Bei Chenheng into a corner.
At present, it was the most sensitive period for Bei Chenyong. His lifespan was approaching its end, and he had yet to become a Saint. As the person eagerly awaiting his son's cultivation absorption, hearing that his son dared to harm someone in the Imperial palace, how could he not speculate? What if his son wanted to rebel like the Sixth Prince? Even if he suppressed him in the end, it wouldn't sound good or look good if such news spread.
"Injuring someone in the palace?" Bei Chenyong slowly sat up, exuding a majestic aura that swept in all directions. With his eyes open, he emitted a chilling light, and with a raised finger, he declared, "Bring him to the palace!"
Originally, he felt a bit reluctant towards this ninth son, considering he was his last. Bei Chenyong wanted to let him live a little longer. However, seeing that even his youngest son had developed rebellious intentions, he could no longer keep him.
Even if what Liu Zhen said was false, Bei Chenyong was now willing to believe it. Because he needed an excuse for himself. The real reason was that he wanted to become a Saint. A son was replaceable, but the chance to become a Saint in this lifetime might be his only opportunity!