Cultivation: I Can Traverse Otherworlds

Chapter 240: Chapter 218: Profound Light Spying on the Divine Capital

"Grandpa," a girl called out, her voice crisp and clear.

"What about the Upper Three Grades?"

"The Upper Three Grades depend on Martial Arts Talent and Mental Cultivation. External help is of little use," the old man said, shaking his head.

"Unless you can obtain some Heaven and Earth Wonder to completely transform your body, Washing your Marrow and Sinews, and ascend in a single step."

"But don’t even think about something like that."

SLAP!

"Don’t get distracted."

"Yes!" the two children replied.

A li away, in front of a rockery, a handsome Noble Young Master was slowly practicing a Fist Technique.

"HUP!"

"HAH!"

As he threw his punches, he let out low shouts, and the sound waves cratered the ground, creating pits of varying depths.

One had to understand,

the ground beneath his feet was made of bluestone.

His voice truly struck the ground!

At this moment, it was no longer a metaphor, but an undeniable description of reality.

The powerful, terrifying Power of his Vital Organs made the voice of a Second-Grade Martial Sect like a steel pestle, capable of killing without a trace.

"Young Master."

A serving maid took an embroidered handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his face.

"It’s getting late. You should rest."

The maid was pretty, her cheeks flushed. Her eyes, fixed on the handsome young master, were filled with affection, and her voice was sweet and charming.

"There’s no rush."

The young master, however, seemed oblivious to the meaning behind her words. His Fist Momentum shifted as he continued his practice.

"I’ll practice a couple more times. I want to see how many repetitions my body can endure. Go and have the medicinal bath prepared."

"Young Master..." The maid bit her lip.

"To be a Second-Grade Grandmaster at your age is a rare sight in this world. Why must you push yourself so hard?"

There was no reply.

"Yes."

The maid sighed softly.

"This servant will have the medicinal bath prepared."

In a luxurious courtyard somewhere, a majestic old man was striding forward when he suddenly stopped halfway and looked up into the void.

"Hmph!"

He grunted, his eyes glowing with a divine light.

"How audacious!"

"Who dares spy on me?"

"Hm?"

After scanning his surroundings for a moment and finding nothing out of the ordinary, the old man couldn’t help but frown and mutter to himself,

"Could it be that my senses were mistaken?"

Baiyun Temple.

Zhu Ju withdrew his Profound Light Technique, his expression grave.

’The physical senses of a Divine Treasure Martial Artist are so sharp. A single low shout was enough to break my Magic,’

’Divine Treasure...’

’Their strength is truly no less than a Dao Foundation Cultivator’s!’

After composing himself, a smile crept back onto his face.

’As expected of the Divine Capital, where the world’s heroes gather. It’s not like some backwater place where experts are few and far between. Here, a casual glance reveals Upper Three Grades experts who have achieved Unity of Spirit and Body.’

’As long as I avoid the Divine Treasure Martial Artists and use the Profound Light Technique to spy, it’ll be easy to snatch a few High Grade Inheritances.’

’Even a Divine Treasure inheritance might not be out of reach.’

It seemed there was no Magic in this world, or at least, he hadn’t encountered any so far.

Even in the vast Divine Capital, with its 108 wards and countless inhabitants, there were no protective Arrays.

The area around the Imperial Palace, however, seemed to have its own mysteries. The moment his Profound Light Technique swept in that direction, a warning bell sounded in his heart.

In short,

there were no masters of Magic in this world.

That being the case,

as a Dao Foundation Cultivator skilled in Magic with a powerful Divine Soul, wasn’t there much for him to achieve here in the Divine Capital?

"Hm?"

’Just as I thought. That "neighbor" who came to worship today is definitely suspicious.’

Zhu Ju’s eyebrow twitched as he cast his gaze toward the front courtyard.

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WHOOSH...

A dark shadow drifted into Baiyun Temple on the night wind.

Sang Rongrong’s beautiful eyes scanned her surroundings. After confirming that no one was around, she silently slipped into Sanqing Hall.

Her posture was extremely odd; she moved on all fours like a civet cat, agile and swift.

’Daoist Baiyun’s status in Prince Fenyang’s Mansion was extraordinary. The things he left behind must be crucial.’

’Where is it?’

’That Daoist Child couldn’t have been lying. The item is in Sanqing Hall. Could there be a secret chamber here?’

An ordinary secret chamber wouldn’t escape her notice, and Sanqing Hall wasn’t large, so there weren’t many places to hide something.

Logically, she should be able to find it if she looked carefully.

TAP! TAP!

Sang Rongrong’s figure flickered as she continuously tapped the stone slabs on the floor and the Three Pure Ones Statue, occasionally pressing her ear against them to listen.

Hm?

As if sensing something, she flipped her body and leaped onto the rafters of the main hall like a civet cat.

Bone Shrinking Skill!

With a faint sound, her body, only slightly more slender than an average woman’s, curled up into the size of a human head.

Furthermore, her aura vanished completely, making her seem just like the wooden beam beside her.

Such a Bone Shrinking Skill and Turtle Breath Technique were simply astounding.

SWISH!

Just as she hid herself and concealed her aura, two figures leaped into Baiyun Temple, one after the other.

"Big Brother."

"This is the place."

The two rushed into the main hall, their eyes immediately landing on the Three Pure Ones Statue, a look of ecstasy on their faces.

"The item is still here!"

Hm?

Sang Rongrong, perched on the rafters, frowned slightly. ’Who are these two? And how do they know the item is still here?’

"We’re rich!"

The tall Black-Clothed Man rubbed his hands together, his eyes fervent.

"Daoist Baiyun may not have seemed famous, but he was actually a Guardian of the Demon Sect, with the strength of a First-Grade Grandmaster."

"What he left behind will be enough for us two brothers to live extravagantly for half a lifetime."

"Not to mention the reward promised by the Sect."

"That’s right," the other man said, nodding with an equally excited expression.

"Big Brother, let’s do it."

"Alright." The ’Big Brother’ responded, leaping onto the shoulder of the left statue and wrapping his hands around its head.

The Three Pure Ones Statue was about two zhang tall with an enormous head; even with his arms fully extended, he couldn’t encircle it completely.

KACHA...

As he strained to twist the statue’s head, the sound of a mechanism came from within, and the floor beneath the prayer cushions below began to lift open.

Damn it!

Sang Rongrong cursed inwardly.

’To think they’d make the switch so huge! Who would have thought the head of a Three Pure Ones Statue could be twisted?’

’The secret chamber is hidden so deep underground, not even a First-Grade Grandmaster could sense it.’

’No wonder I couldn’t find it after all this time.’

CLACK!

"Big Brother."

The man below took a brocade box from the raised hidden compartment and called out,

"Found it!"

"Keep your voice down! Do you have a death wish? This is the Divine Capital, not Shengjing! You could hit an Upper Three Grades expert by just randomly throwing a brick! If anyone hears us, we’re both dead!" the ’Big Brother’ hissed, leaping down from above.

"Quick, see what’s inside."

"Yes," the man replied, eagerly opening the brocade box.

Foolish!

A scornful look appeared on Sang Rongrong’s face as she watched from the rafters.

Sure enough.

PFFT!

A puff of white smoke erupted from the box, dozens of poison needles as fine as ox-hair shooting out with it.

The man who opened the box trembled, foamed at the mouth, and collapsed, dying on the spot.

"Second Brother!"

The ’Big Brother’ cried out in grief,

"What a miserable death!"

"But you really were an idiot. I told you to look, and you just looked. Anyone with a brain would know the Guardian would add a trap to something this important."

His grief instantly turned to contempt. The ’Big Brother’ put on a pair of gloves and cautiously picked up the brocade box.

"So..."

A cold voice spoke from behind him.

"You’re from the Demon Sect?"

SWISH!

The ’Big Brother’s’ expression changed drastically. His body jerked, and like a nimble viper, he swung his arm to strike behind him.

His wrist trembled, and a Soft Sword shot out from his sleeve.

Cyan Dragon in the Sleeve!

TING...

An almost inaudible sound of impact rang out.

’Second-Grade!’

The ’Big Brother’s’ heart sank. Before he could react,

PFFT!

a short sword had already pierced his throat.

Only then did Sang Rongrong’s body float lightly to the ground from above.