Luck entry, starting from the Nine Dragons' succession

Chapter 162 No destruction, no construction; rebirth from the ashes.

Seeing the Nine Tribulations Blood Soul Peach ripen, Fang Heng breathed a sigh of relief.

With a swift movement of his right hand, he seized the Nine Tribulations Blood Soul Peach.

A rich, exotic fragrance immediately wafted over, making Fang Heng feel inexplicably hungry and wanting to swallow the Nine Tribulations Blood Soul Peach.

"Truly wondrous!"

Fang Heng looked at the spirit peach in his hand, his eyes sparkling with a strange light.

After sealing the spirit peach in the jade box, Fang Heng transformed into a streak of azure light and returned to Yujing.

Before long, they arrived at the Lu residence.

Upon seeing Fang Heng arrive, Lu Zilong eagerly came out to greet him.

"Your Highness..."

"Uncle, don't worry!" Fang Heng said softly, "Everything is under my control."

Seeing Fang Heng's confidence, Lu Zilong felt a little relieved.

So far, he has not seen anything go wrong with what Fang Heng promised.

I think this time, nothing unexpected will happen.

Lu Zilong prayed silently in his heart.

Upon entering the bedroom, Lu Xiaoyang lay on the bed, his breath weak, like a candle flickering in the wind, on the verge of death.

It seemed that at any moment, that small flame could be blown out by the strong wind.

My aunt, her face streaked with tears, was taking care of me; she hadn't slept for days.

With a flick of his right hand, he opened the jade box, and the Nine Tribulations Blood Soul Peach appeared in the room.

In an instant, a wonderful fragrance filled the entire bedroom.

It even overwhelmed the sandalwood incense in the incense burner.

Lu Xiaoyang sniffed, and two beams of light suddenly burst forth from his tired eyes.

The spirit peaches Your Highness cultivated...

Just from smelling it, the blood and energy within my body showed faint signs of breaking through.

hiss--

Lu Xiaoyang gasped, though he didn't know what the magical peach in Fang Heng's hand was for.

Just by looking at its appearance and its unique fragrance, Lu Xiaoyang knew that it was no ordinary product.

"Aunt, feed this peach to my cousin. Everything will be alright," Fang Heng said softly.

The aunt took the spirit peach, then had a maid lift Lu Zilong's head, crushed the spirit peach, and fed it to him.

The Nine Tribulations Blood Soul Peach melted upon entering his mouth, instantly transforming into a rich blood essence that surged into Lu Xiaoyang's martial bones.

The martial bones, which were originally broken into pieces, actually showed a tendency to reassemble.

Lu Zilong witnessed this entire scene.

Seeing that his son had a chance to recover, tears welled up in his tired eyes.

As soon as the Nine Tribulations Blood Soul Peach was consumed, a rich blood energy surged out from Lu Xiaoyang's body.

A surge of crimson energy erupted, forming a large crimson cocoon around Lu Xiaoyang.

From within the blood-red cocoon, a thumping sound, like a heartbeat, could be clearly heard by everyone.

The aura within the crimson cocoon grew stronger and stronger.

Lu Zilong's tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

until……

Two beams of light shot out from his eyes, as if they could tear through the night.

"This is……"

A look of horror appeared on Lu Zilong's solemn face.

The emotions in my heart were more turbulent than a raging storm.

Transformation!

The Realm of Rebirth!
He actually sensed a trace of the eighth level of martial arts on Lu Xiaoyang.

Breakthrough?
Lu Zilong was completely stunned. Given Yang'er's current condition, how could he possibly break through?
He suddenly looked up at Fang Heng and saw a smile on Fang Heng's face.

A thought flashed through Lu Zilong's mind.

Did Your Highness already know this would happen?
"Your Highness, this..." Lu Zilong couldn't contain his doubts and shock, and quickly asked.

Fang Heng smiled, with a nonchalant expression, as if he were talking about something that was not surprising at all.

"Uncle, this is the Nine Tribulations Blood Soul Peach, which can enable martial artists to break through and establish themselves, and to break through and then establish themselves."

"The fact that my cousin's martial arts bones were destroyed this time is actually an opportunity for him!"

"If there is no destruction, how can there be construction?"

After hearing about the wondrous uses of the Nine Tribulations Blood Soul Peach, Lu Zilong was filled with emotion.

Emotions of ecstasy, horror, and shock brewed within him, lingering for a long time.

Opportunity?

How could having one's martial arts bones destroyed be an opportunity?
However, the Nine Tribulations Blood Soul Peach that Fang Heng took out was too heaven-defying.

They turned a major calamity into a great opportunity.

"Your Highness's ability to cultivate spiritual roots is becoming increasingly unpredictable!" Lu Zilong's gaze toward Fang Heng grew ever more profound.

Fang Heng's back view seemed like a towering mountain, shrouded in mist, making it impossible for him to see his true face clearly.

The large, blood-red cocoon lasted for a quarter of an hour.

Click!
A crack appeared on the blood-red cocoon.

Like a spider web, it spread outwards in all directions.

In a short while, it covered the entire blood-red cocoon.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang.

It sounded like a grand, resounding bell, or like crashing waves.

The blood-red cocoon shattered in an instant, revealing Lu Xiaoyang's strong and muscular body.

Lu Xiaoyang, completely naked, opened his eyes, his face filled with confusion.

Am I fighting Li Qingya?
How did you get home?
"Your Highness, Father..."

Before Lu Xiaoyang could voice his doubts, he saw Fang Heng roll his eyes and wave his hand.

"Cousin, what is it? Let's talk after you get dressed."

"Who are you trying to impress with that caterpillar?"

"what--"

Lu Xiaoyang exclaimed in surprise, only then realizing that he was naked.

And this was in front of a group of acquaintances; he was so ashamed that he wanted to disappear into the ground.

After a cup of tea.

In the hall, Lu Xiaoyang finally walked out awkwardly.

His eyes darted around, avoiding direct eye contact with the people in the hall.

Lu Zilong had no intention of indulging Lu Xiaoyang's ideas and immediately shouted sternly.

"Why don't you quickly thank His Highness?" "If it weren't for His Highness bestowing the Spirit Peach, where would you be now?"

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

Lu Xiaoyang knelt down and kowtowed to Fang Heng.

I have no way to repay your life-saving grace.

Fang Heng lifted Lu Xiaoyang up with both hands, and said with a smile:

"These mere spirit peaches are not worth mentioning."

"Cousin, how are you feeling now?"

"very good!"

"It couldn't be better!"

After saying that, Lu Xiaoyang burst into laughter, and the aura of the Transcendent Realm erupted from his body.

Lu Xiaoyang felt that everything before him was too wonderful, as if it were a dream.

After his battle with Li Qingya, his martial bones were destroyed, but he unexpectedly obtained a spiritual fruit. He was able to break through and establish anew, and directly advanced to the eighth realm.

If one takes another step forward, one can cross the Dragon Gate and advance to the ninth realm of martial arts.

Even my father is no match for me.

At that time, he won't have to suffer the consequences of being disciplined.

Seeing Lu Xiaoyang in such good spirits, Fang Heng and Lu Zilong were relieved.

The effects of the Nine Tribulations Blood Soul Peach were even better than Fang Heng had anticipated.

Although Lu Xiaoyang took this opportunity, he believed that without destruction, there can be no construction.

However, this does not mean that the feud with Li Qingya will be glossed over.

"Cousin, why did Li Qingya try to poison you?" Fang Heng asked after taking a sip of spiritual tea.

"This..." Lu Xiaoyang scratched the back of his head, looking completely bewildered. "I don't know either!"

"I've never met Li Qingya before, and we have no grudges against each other!"

However, Lu Zilong sighed and slowly said.

"This matter is most likely related to Consort Ning."

Is it related to the mother?
Fang Heng frowned slightly, a thoughtful expression on his face, and looked up at Lu Zilong, hoping he would continue.

"Father, are you saying that Consort Min and Aunt don't get along in the palace, so Li Qingya went to Chentang Pass and crippled me to vent Consort Min's anger?"

"This is just too... malicious!"

Seeing the puzzled expressions on their faces, Lu Zilong sighed, a nostalgic look on his face, his thoughts drifting back to sixteen years ago.

"This story begins sixteen years ago."

“The feud between Consort Min and our family is no small matter.”

Fang Heng took a sip of spiritual tea, pricked up his ears, and slowly listened to what had happened back then.

Because, sixteen years ago, this point in time was very delicate.

The assassination attempt on Emperor Yuanchu and the subsequent poisoning of his mother by the Ten Deadly Poisons occurred sixteen years ago.

Lu Zilong's eyes showed reminiscence as he slowly spoke:

Sixteen years ago, many important events occurred in the inner palace.

"First, Consort Min suffered an unexpected miscarriage, losing her imperial heir."

Was Consort Min pregnant with the emperor's child?
Did she also have an unexpected miscarriage?

Fang Heng and Lu Xiaoyang exchanged bewildered glances, not expecting Lu Zilong's first words to be so explosive.

"Does Consort Min suspect that her miscarriage is related to the Consort?" Fang Heng asked subconsciously.

The power struggles in the imperial harem are mostly like this.

Fang Heng has watched too many palace intrigue dramas.

Lu Zilong looked helpless and nodded.

"That's right!"

“Consort Min and your mother have been at odds ever since they entered the palace.”

"Consort Min became pregnant before your mother and thought she had won over your mother."

"After the miscarriage, he went mad and started accusing your mother, saying that your mother poisoned the imperial heir."

"This matter caused quite a stir in the inner palace."

"In the end, His Majesty was forced to intervene and question your mother."

“When questioned, His Majesty dismissed all guards and servants and questioned your mother alone.”

"Who knew that back then..." Lu Zilong's face showed a bitter smile and lingering fear.

"His Majesty has been assassinated."

Hearing this, Fang Heng immediately understood.

The assassination attempt that my uncle mentioned was the one in which my mother shielded my father from a blow.

This is also the origin of the ten deadly poisons that afflicted him.

"During the assassination attempt, your mother shielded His Majesty from a blow."

"The murderer was a suicide bomber and died on the spot."

"Subsequently, His Majesty ordered a thorough search of the inner palace to find the person behind it all."

Upon hearing this, Lu Xiaoyang's eyes lit up with curiosity, and he asked:

"Father, has His Majesty found the murderer?"

The news of the assassination attempt was not a top secret and circulated widely in Yujing City.

Even the younger generation like them knew a thing or two.

However, the outcome of the assassination attempt remains shrouded in secrecy, with no information circulating in the public. Even those who experienced the events of that year remain silent.

Lu Zilong nodded, then shook his head, and continued:

"His Majesty was furious back then and ordered a thorough investigation of the inner palace."

"Unexpectedly, we actually uncovered a shocking case."

"The most favored Consort Jing is actually the saintess of the White Lotus lineage."

Fang Heng and Lu Xiaoyang were both stunned when they heard the news.

The Holy Maiden of the White Lotus lineage actually became Emperor Yuanchu's favorite concubine?
This is just...too dramatic!
Lu Zilong took a sip of spiritual tea, his eyes deep, and said in a deep voice.

"Speaking of which, the discovery that Consort Jing was the White Lotus Saint Mother was a coincidence within a coincidence."

"Your Highness, you were born on the same day as the Eighth Prince, the Tenth Prince, and the Eleventh Prince."

“The Eighth Prince, the Tenth Prince, and the Eleventh Prince are all full-term.”

"Only Your Highness suffered premature birth due to poisoning."

"It was because of the production that the White Lotus Saintess's cultivation technique was temporarily incomplete, and she inadvertently revealed the aura of the White Lotus lineage, which led to her true identity being exposed."

"His Majesty was furious and personally killed Consort Jing."

"Even the tenth prince, born to Consort Jing, was banished to the Imperial Clan Court and was never allowed to leave for the rest of his life."

"As for Consort Min's miscarriage and the assassination case, they all fell on the White Lotus Saintess's shoulders."

(End of this chapter)