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Chapter 167 The Divine Pill Backfires, Father's Scheme Collapses, Puppet System Settles, Shengjing Undergoes Change [Part Two]

He took the Divine Qi Pill from Tang Hao and swallowed it.

The surging medicinal power made Tang Lingshuang feel completely comfortable.

The consumed spiritual energy and magical power are restored at a speed visible to the naked eye.

More importantly, nourished by the spiritual medicine, his weakened magical power actually regained some vitality, and even the bottleneck in his cultivation began to loosen.
Amidst his astonishment, he also felt a slight surge of joy: 'Truly worthy of being a top-grade pill! I have a premonition that once I fully refine its power, my strength will break through to the late Foundation Establishment stage.'

Although it would be meaningless for this broken body to break through, it greatly increases the chances of defeating Tang Hao.

He felt that no matter how strong their trump cards were, they would not escape his grasp.

'That little bastard managed to get his hands on such good stuff; it seems Yan Yumin treats him quite well.' A thought struck him. 'Perhaps he's already prepared the Foundation Establishment Pill.'

Miraculous elixirs, magical artifacts, inner sect status, and a beautiful master—all of this will soon be his.

Thinking about it this way, Tang Ling felt a surge of excitement.

What he cares about most is...

Once you seize Tang Hao's body using the Blood Pool Reincarnation Technique, you'll only need to adapt slightly before you can break through to the Foundation Establishment realm.

"According to the sect's classification, reaching the Foundation Establishment stage within a year is the standard for a prodigy. Tang Hao, on the other hand, only took eight or nine months. He's definitely one of the best among prodigies." He couldn't help but swallow hard.

With such talent and potential, plus the personal guidance of a Nascent Soul Master, how long would it take to form a Core?

"Fifteen years? No, ten years at most, I'm confident I'll reach the Core Formation stage!" he said, full of anticipation. "By then, with my long lifespan of five hundred years, I'll definitely have another chance to attempt to break through to the Nascent Soul stage!"

With his mind racing, he broke through his cultivation bottleneck under the impact of another wave of surging medicinal power.

In that instant, Tang Ling looked back on the past and felt that he was truly favored by the heavens.

He's never dealt a particularly good hand, yet he's always the one who ends up laughing last.

As the youngest son born out of wedlock, he unexpectedly inherited the title of Duke of Rong.

Despite lacking talent in cultivation, he smoothly advanced to the Foundation Establishment stage.

The eldest son, whom he had painstakingly conceived, was gone, but Heaven sent him an even better one.

Even his future path of cultivation had been paved in advance by the other party.

'I! Favored by Heaven, I can be called the Child of Destiny!'

At this moment, Tang Ling's arrogance swelled to its extreme.

It was at this moment, the instant his cultivation entered the late stage of Foundation Establishment, that he arrived.

Quite abruptly, he felt a sudden emptiness within him.

A large portion of the surge in spiritual consciousness and magical power was suddenly drained away.

It's like a tall building suddenly losing its foundation.

Without support, the superstructure will collapse in the blink of an eye.

'How is this going? '

Feeling the chaotic and rampant magical power within his body, Tang Ling was terrified, but powerless to save it in the slightest.

next moment.

With a soft "poof" sound in his mind, his sea of ​​consciousness was shattered by the chaotic divine sense.

Explosions rang out one after another, and bodies burst open in bursts of blood.

With a loud "whoosh," Tang Ling coughed up a mouthful of blood, suddenly opened his eyes, and everything before him became blurry before he was plunged into boundless darkness.

As Tang Ling collapsed, there was no sign of any backlash from the nation's fortune.

'The experiment was a complete success. Tsk tsk, I never expected that this trick would actually bypass the monitoring of the nation's fortune.' Tang Hao finally relaxed.

She nodded slightly: "That's right. I didn't directly attack. This old man just took some pills and accidentally suffered a qi deviation during cultivation."

"You did it?"

Feng Mingyang stared at him in disbelief, his lips dry as he asked, "How did you do that?"

"I didn't, it wasn't me, senior, please don't talk nonsense." Tang Hao naturally wouldn't admit it.

He pretended to run over and examine the body, saying, "He probably felt he had a chance to break through the bottleneck and, in his eagerness to succeed, went astray."

Arriving beside Tang Ling as well, Feng Mingyang quickly examined him.

The person is still alive, but their cultivation is completely ruined, and their consciousness is severely damaged. It will be difficult for them to regain consciousness in the future.

After drawing a conclusion, he looked at Tang Hao with suspicion: "It does seem a bit like he's gone mad, but I always feel like something's not right."

The pills Tang Hao gave Tang Ling, the soft "Eh" just now, and then this incident—it's clearly not something that can be explained by accident.

"Forget it, I was originally planning to hand it over to you anyway." Feng Mingyang didn't want to pry into Tang Hao's secrets.

He casually removed the thumb ring from Tang Ling's left thumb, and with a gentle swipe of his finger, erased the divine imprint on it.

“This thumb ring is a symbol of the Rongguo Duke’s family’s heritage. Since you are the heir, I will entrust it to you.” Feng Mingyang handed over the thumb ring.

Tang Hao took it and examined it briefly, then exclaimed softly, "This is a storage ring. There are quite a few things inside. Senior, won't you take a look and see if there's anything you need?"

“I have obtained what I needed.” Feng Mingyang shook his head, then, remembering something, tossed something over.

He hurriedly caught it and realized it was a yellow jade talisman.

Its appearance is quite rugged, resembling a strange and unfamiliar beast.

He couldn't help but look up, casting a questioning glance: "What are you doing, senior?"

"I really don't have anything on me that would suit you."

Feng Mingyang said somewhat embarrassedly, "I just noticed that you were quite interested in my clan's innate supernatural abilities, so I'll take this as a thank you gift for your help!"

"A natural talent, could it be?" Tang Hao's eyes lit up immediately.

Seeing that he seemed quite satisfied, Feng Mingyang also smiled.

"Once activated, this talisman can form a magical seal that lasts for half an hour."

Tang Hao was overjoyed upon hearing this. With this jade talisman, he could say that he had learned this supernatural power.

After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Is it possible to pre-set the time for the supernatural power to dissipate?"

“That’s not possible.” Feng Mingyang shook his head. “Once activated, the seal will not be broken until the energy is exhausted.”

Although it's a bit of a disappointment, it's still a minor flaw that doesn't detract from the overall merit. Just be careful and avoid being camped by other players.

Then the other party added, "By the way, once the jade talisman's energy is exhausted, you need to wait for it to be fully charged before you can use it again, which will take about a year."

"Thank you very much, senior. Then I will respectfully accept your offer!" Tang Hao expressed his gratitude and happily put away the jade talisman.

Without lingering, the two took Tang Ling, who was now in a vegetative state, and followed the winding passageway back to the study on the ground floor.

As for the women in those forbidden rooms, it's not time to deal with them yet.

Feng Mingyang glanced at Tang Ling on the ground, then looked at Tang Hao and said, "The matter of cleaning up the mess..."

"Don't worry, senior, I'll take care of it."

Tang Hao took out a memorial from his thumb ring and handed it over.

After taking it and glancing at it briefly, Feng Mingyang couldn't help but click his tongue and say, "You were right. He really is planning to replace you."

"Heh, if I'm not mistaken, there should be a blood pool in another forbidden room shrouded in restrictions within the dark cave," Tang Hao sneered.

He had previously noticed something was wrong with Tang Ling through the magical vision of the Nightmare Butterfly.

Beneath its earthy yellow glow lies a deep crimson hue, which, combined with the dream, suggests that the other party is colluding with blood cultivators.

Now that it's confirmed the other party wants to replace him, Tang Hao could easily guess that Tang Ling had prepared the [Blood Pool Reincarnation Technique] for him.

"What are you planning to do?" Feng Mingyang asked curiously.

Tang Hao smiled strangely: "Tang Ling should be ready already, so let's just go with his original plan."

Outside the study, Song Tu, Tang Ling's most favored servant, was waiting there, cursing and swearing. "That damned Tang Hao, he really thinks he's the heir!"

He gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know what the Duke is thinking, that he actually intends to let him inherit the title of Duke."

Songtu recalled the words of advice that Duke Rongguo had given him before he set off to deliver the message.

“Songtu, I have been feeling increasingly powerless lately. I fear my lifespan is nearing its end and I may pass away at any time. I have decided to let the Crown Prince succeed me. Rest assured, I will instruct him to treat you well, and you must also obey.”

Thinking about all this filled him with anxiety, which is why he acted somewhat excessively when relaying the message, thus incurring Tang Hao's punishment.

“No matter how well he treats me, it will never be as good as how the Duke treats me.” Songtu’s eyes darted around. “While the Duke is still alive, I have to find a way to make him hate that Tang Hao.”

"As the second son of the legitimate wife, it would actually be good for the Sixth Young Master to succeed to the throne. We also have a close relationship." As he was pondering this, the study door creaked open.

Two figures emerged from within; they were none other than Duke Rongguo, Tang Ling, and his heir, Tang Hao. Song Tu immediately lowered his head and stood respectfully at attention.

"Father, please rest early. I have remembered everything you asked me to do."

Songtu cautiously glanced up and noticed that the Crown Prince's eyes were slightly red: 'Has he...been crying? Did the Duke give him his final instructions? Is he serious?'

His heart skipped a beat. He had angered the other party in the evening, and now that the Duke had left, he didn't believe he would be treated well.

Even if you don't cause him trouble, his status and treatment will definitely be much worse than before.

After a flurry of thoughts, Songtu looked at the Duke of Rongguo again: 'Alas, it seems the Duke truly doesn't have much time left. In just the last hour or two, his eyes have begun to glaze over.'

His heart was filled with sadness and sorrow, partly for the other person and partly for himself.

"Go, Hao'er. From now on, the Duke's mansion will depend entirely on you."

"Resign, kid!"

Seeing the prince turn and leave, Songtu took a deep breath and asked, "My lord, are you alright?"

He heard no response, so he looked up.

Then, the Duke of Rongguo stared expressionlessly at the departing figure of the heir apparent, seemingly seeing him off, or perhaps just lost in thought.

Only when the crown prince could no longer be seen did the Duke of Rong turn his gaze away.

Songtu couldn't help but swallow, feeling a chill run down his spine as the other person stared at him with lifeless eyes.

After a while, just as he felt the urge to urinate becoming increasingly uncontrollable.

Duke Rongguo finally waved his hand and said, "I plan to go into seclusion. If I can break through to the late stage of Foundation Establishment, I might be able to extend my lifespan by a few more years."

"My lord!" Songtu barely suppressed his inner fear, "What if... what if we can't break through?"

"Hehe." Duke Rongguo chuckled lightly, his meaning ambiguous, and walked straight towards his bedchamber without replying.

Moments later, the palace was enveloped by an array.

News spread quickly that the Duke of Rongguo was nearing the end of his life and had forced himself to break through a cultivation level in hopes of extending his life.

No one noticed that the firelight inside the palace flickered slightly.

On the way to the Prince's residence, after several stealth maneuvers using the Five Elements Escape Technique, Tang Hao suddenly appeared beside an ancient tree.

"This [Puppet Technique] almost went wrong, it's just fortunate that Songtu and the others don't have any cultivation."

He straightened his robes, casually glanced around, and seeing that no one was around, he walked back to his residence with a relaxed expression.

"It's already quite an achievement for you to learn and apply what you've learned so quickly, so there's no need to be so hard on yourself." Feng Mingyang's voice reached my ears. "Now that this matter is settled, let's part ways here. Fellow Daoist Tang, until we meet again!"

"Senior Feng, have a safe journey. I wish your younger sister a safe escape from danger and a smooth road ahead. Until we meet again!" Tang Hao said solemnly as he took his leave.

After a soft laugh, Feng Mingyang drifted away.

For some reason, a sense of melancholy arose in Tang Hao's heart.

There are plenty of videos to watch tonight, so we can't waste any more time.

He shook his head slightly and returned to his residence as the heir apparent.

That night, Shengjing was far from peaceful.

Prince Duan's Mansion.

"Your Highness, Tang Hao has just been engaged to our Fu'an, and the Duke of Rong is about to pass away. I feel so uneasy." A graceful noblewoman's face showed worry.

He grumbled, "There will inevitably be people gossiping outside, saying that our Fu'an is unlucky and that it brought about the death of the Duke of Rong."

Prince Duan, a handsome middle-aged man, rolled his eyes upon hearing this and said irritably, "That's a woman's view. It's common knowledge that Old Tang damaged his foundation and shortened his lifespan in his early years. What does it have to do with Fu'an?"

Seeing that the woman was about to say something, he waved his hand, stopping her from speaking.

"Alright, let's get ready. Once Tang Hao ascends the throne, we should finalize the wedding date with him as soon as possible. Given his status in the Qinghua Sect and the potential he has shown, this marriage will be beneficial to our Duanwang Mansion."

The Ninth Prince's private residence.

Helian Chengyu rushed back and headed towards the room where Tang Hao had stayed.

"I have met His Highness!"

As soon as they arrived at the door, they ran into "Xuan Ying".

He paused for a moment, then recalled before saying, "Yaoguang, right?"

After Yao Guang nodded in affirmation, he quickly asked, "Where is your young master? I tried to contact him, but I haven't received a reply."

"Young Master took us out for a stroll this morning, and returned to the Rongguo Duke's Mansion at noon." Yao Guang sensed the connection in her mind and confirmed that there was nothing amiss.

He added, "Everything is normal with the young master. Perhaps he is cultivating and that is why he was unable to respond to Your Highness in time."

Having already been informed of the nine women's identities, Helian Chengyu knew that they had a mental connection with Tang Hao. Unable to contact his own brother, he had no choice but to come here to confirm.

Helian Chengyu's expression relaxed, but he couldn't help but feel anxious.

Feng Mingyang's search for his sister caused quite a stir, so he naturally investigated it in secret as well.

Having just learned that the Duke of Rongguo's lifespan was coming to an end, various thoughts came to mind.

It is not uncommon in the world of cultivation for younger generations to have their bodies forcibly taken over by their elders. Even though Tang Hao's strength has reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment, he is still prone to falling into this trap without realizing it.

A secluded courtyard in Qingmu Immortal City.

Shen Mengyao rushed back from outside, looking flustered: "Something happened at my house?"

"I was unaware of this, but today when I went to the Sparrow Tower to purchase intelligence, I saw an urgent letter from my master."

Upon seeing Shen Mengyao, Zhuang Yun immediately bowed respectfully, handed her a sealed letter, and reported the matter.

Taking a deep breath, Shen Mengyao removed the seal using a specific hand seal and then quickly checked the contents.

Upon seeing this, his face immediately turned pale.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "An inner disciple, at the peak of Qi Refining? How is this possible?"

Shen Mengyao looked on in disbelief; she herself had only just entered this level.

She bit her lip, her expression hardening, and ordered, "Notify everyone to come with me to Shengjing."

Three days later.

Early in the morning, Helian Chengyu came to the door.

Tang Hao was eating breakfast when he saw him come in and asked with a smile, "Have you eaten?"

Without answering, Helian Chengyu sat down unceremoniously, picked up a steamed bun, and stuffed it into his mouth.

After eating two, he wiped his mouth and said, "Xianzhi, I'm preparing to leave the capital."

"Oh? Let me see how the elixir is nourishing you." Tang Hao agreed.

Just as the [Purple Gold Fiery Cloud Treasure Furnace] was released, the other party said again:

"There is a banquet in the palace today, and you are required to attend. Be careful!"

(End of this chapter)