Fated Cultivation: I Have Max-Level Divination Skills Chapter 92 – Going to the Gathering Alone with a

Chapter 92: Chapter 3: Going to the Gathering Alone with a

Single Sword, Entering the Capital by Oneself (Seeking First Subscription!)

Zhao Huai rode his sword along the way, looking down at the mountains and rivers.

The journey was desolate, with few people in sight. Most houses he passed were empty, and the surrounding trees sparse. This all began with a famine, causing the common people to flee south for refuge.

Famine was a great disaster in ancient times, and if not handled properly, it would greatly damage a country’s national fortune.

The trip from Jinzhou to the capital city was long, and when Zhao Huai arrived, it was already dark.

He could vaguely see the lights of the capital city. Perhaps only under the emperor’s feet would one witness such a scene.

“Halt!”

Zhao Huai arrived at the city gate, where he was stopped by imperial guards on both sides.

“No one is allowed to enter the city during curfew.”

Zhao Huai nodded lightly and then took out a human skin mask from his black ring, slowly putting it on.

The mask had a long history and came from a fox demon. He never thought it would come in handy in this situation.

The guards noticed the man’s strange behavior and hesitated, ready to scold him.

Suddenly, a sharp white light appeared in front of him.

With a thud, two figures fell.

At the moment when the two guards fell, Zhao Huai felt an invisible force surge inside him. This gave his already jade-like bones an additional layer of spiritual light.

It was the effect of the Thousand-Mile Lone Rider destiny, constantly enhancing his magic power, physical strength, as well as qi and vigor.

In an instant, the True Vigor consumed by sword control was replenished.

Without hesitation, Zhao Huai strode towards the tightly closed city gate, waving his hand.

Quickly, a deep black talisman inscription was engraved.

“Break.”

As the word was spoken, the talisman gleamed with a powerful thunder-element, shooting a lightning bolt into the sky. Cracks spread out like a spider web on the majestic vermilion gate.

“Boom!”

With a blast, the city gate crumbled and collapsed, turning the guards behind it into a bloody mess.

The gate-keeping general was startled awake by the explosion, his eyes filled with horror.

“Enemy attack! Enemy attack! ”

Imperial guards sounded the alarm, shouting frantically within the city.

The night in the capital city suddenly became lively.

“Where did the enemies come from?” The gate-keeping general couldn’t fathom it.

The gate-keeping general put on his helmet and casually asked, “How many enemies?”

“Just… just one person!”

The guard stuttered his answer.

“Nonsense, don’t talk rubbish!” The gate-keeping general yelled angrily, slapping the soldier across the face.

“General, it’s…it’s true!”

The gate-keeping general was also baffled after hearing this and then led his troops forward.

In the moonlight, the white buildings under the silvery hue, the smoothly paved streets in the capital city saw a figure slowly emerging. Dressed in white with a jade belt, the figure stood with a tall posture; however, the face was horrific, that of a fierce ghost, with bared fangs, invoking fear at just a glance.

“Is it a demon?!”

Surrounded by the guards, the gate-keeping general was shocked by the appearance of the figure.

At this moment, countless talisman papers appeared overhead, falling from the sky in all directions.

The white-robed ghostly figure rose into the air, waving his hand gently.

“Boom!”

A loud noise spread, and all anyone could see was a flash of white light.

It was late at night, and many commoners heard the noise and commotion outside but dared not open their doors, fearing they would be implicated. It seemed they also knew that the capital city had been uneasy these days and it was not suitable to go out. They all hid inside their homes, not venturing out.

Qin Hu, the First Constable in Black Cloth, stood atop the Tianwu Gate in the Imperial City, frowning as he looked at the talisman papers that had mysteriously appeared in the sky.

In a courtyard in the city, a carriage was parked. As a night breeze lifted the curtains, the raven-clothed and white-haired Yin Nanyu and the Crow Immortal statue that was placed inside the carriage were revealed.

“Saintess, are those your people?” The sect members beside her, also hearing the commotion from the city, asked in puzzlement.

Yin Nanyu’s voice was emotionless as she replied lightly:

“No, someone has come to stir things up, and their background doesn’t seem small.”

“How shall we deal with them?”

“The plan will continue as usual.”

As soon as Yin Nanyu spoke, the Crow Immortal statue before her came to life. She seemed to have heard something and an incredulous look appeared in her eyes as she stared directly in the direction of the city gate.

“Respected Saintess, what’s wrong?” The sect members couldn’t help but ask.

“Lord Crow Immortal said that this individual is an unpredictable variable and the capital city is likely to be turned upside down.”

“Well… what should we do?”

Yin Nanyu squinted her eyes, “Let’s just wait and see. I’m curious about this person’s abilities.”

“Our plan to erode the Fortune of the Xia is at its most crucial stage now. It would be such a pity to depart now.”

“Although Yu Daocheng is dead, the Xia is still a colossal entity, abundant in martial virtue. It’s impossible for it to perish yet, we must proceed with caution.”

Zhao Huai got rid of the Imperial Guards at the city gate, swaggering to the entrance of the Imperial City.

Now, he had never felt better. Layers of spiritual light enveloped his body, boosting his aura, and a sense of prideful sword qi could be felt in his every move.

His fleshly body was robust, and his sword qi had condensed into a layer of light and shadows!

As the sword qi shielded him, his state of mind surged, and the area covered by his Divine Insight expanded rapidly and continued to extend. His magic power reached the peak of the Middle Initiation Stage.

A strong gale constantly surrounded him.

Zhao Huai had arrived at the entrance of the Tianwu Gate in the Imperial City, where a towering figure in a blue robe was blocking his path.

The attire looked familiar- a member of the Black Guards.

“Bold demon! Daring to attack the Imperial City at night, reveal your name quickly!”

Qin Hu glared solemnly, not letting his guard down. This demon managed to break through the outer city and easily defeat the Imperial Guards at the entrance. His strength was definitely not weak, and such an arrogant demon hadn’t been seen for a long time.

Besides, could ordinary demons enter the palace, which was protected by the national fortune?

Zhao Huai sized up Qin Hu’s appearance, fisting his weapons, and bulging arm muscles, he looked mighty and taller than Zhao Huai, apparently, a formidable man.

“Just you guarding the city gate? How much silver do you get each month? Is it worth risking your life like this?”

Upon hearing this, Qin Hu was startled before his eyes narrowed, scolding back, “I serve the nation and the people. How can you measure that with silver!”

“What a righteous man, serving the nation and the people!”

Zhao Huai laughed, then operated his True Vigor, loudly questioning, ‘You, can you see the many homeless commoners outside the city, the famine-stricken states and counties with corpses all over the ground!”

Insanity Technique! Mental oppression!

Qin Hu felt an overwhelming force rushing towards him, riveting in his mind. His aura involuntarily diminished, and a hint of fear emerged from within.

If a person tells the truth, they have a clear conscience; if they tell lies, they must feel guilty.

Throughout his journey, Zhao Huai’s aura had already taken shape, making anyone standing in front of him look up to him.

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Just like that, Qin Hu couldn’t bear it anymore.

His brain buzzed, nearly ending up with a concussion.

“Get out of the way!” Zhao Huai shouted furiously, his oppressive aura washed over Qin Hu like a tsunami.

The spirit turned into a dragon, directly rushing into Qin Hu’s mind. He spat out a mouthful of old blood.

His eyes widened, and his body collapsed feebly.