Realms In The Firmament

Chapter 69 - War In The South; Disturbance In The Capital

What was most important was that from now on, Steward Song could recover his cultivation on his own, and he could also use his own cultivation to resist the hot power of the Golden Mai Palm.

Through a conservative estimation, the effects of the Golden Mai Palm wouldn’t show up within the next three years.

“After three years…” Ye Xiao looked at his palm where a golden purple mark was fading away. He sneered, “… By then I will need the slightest effort to cure the effect of the Golden Mai Palm!”

He had cured the loyal Steward Song and didn’t expose himself. In fact, he had even improved his cultivation.

That was something like ‘a good man deserved some good luck’, right?!

Ye Xiao felt relaxed and sweetly fell asleep, of course, in his own bedroom.

…

The next morning!

The steward slowly woke up.

“Hmm. It has been a long time since I slept so well! Eh… I am alive? How come I didn’t die?” The steward felt extremely weird. He hurriedly checked himself, but couldn’t find any sign of a wound.

Then he turned over quickly and tried to sit up. However, when he was turning over, he suddenly stopped. This was an extremely awkward position!

His eyes showed an expression of astonishment.

Because… He felt that the sickening hot power, which had been running through his Jing and Mai and had tortured him for the last 16 years, had completely vanished!

- PAH! - The steward immediately heavily slapped himself!

[This must be a dream. It is always easy to wake up from a good dream. Whether I am dead or not, it is not a good thing to remain in a dream forever. Come on, I need to wake up!]

That slap was truly solid and had left a firm mark on his face. He could even count a couple of stars in his vision, as he had nearly hit his teeth out of his mouth.

“It hurts me to death… Am I actually not dreaming?” The steward touched his cheek and felt the buzz in his ear that was caused by the slap. He instantly regretted his previous action, “Why did I slap so hard… Hmm… That power…”

He tried operating the elemental qi in his dantian. - Boom!- He felt the spiritual power in his dantian suddenly rose and rushed out like a furious billow!

At the moment, the bones of his body were suddenly crackling!

His Jing and Mai had been left uncultivated for the past 16 years, yet they had suddenly regained their vigor. They expanded tidily to allow the long lost spiritual power to rush into them. The brisk qi kept rushing out, as all of his hair suddenly stood straight up!

- Pooh! -

He opened his mouth and this time, he spat out a true phlegm.

He reached his hands and looked at them. His hands were now full of energy…

“Miracle! What a miracle!” His hands were shaking while his body was quivering.

Suddenly, two streams of tears rolled down his cheeks, “I thought… I thought there was no hope left for me in this lifetime. I thought that all I could do was to stay here in my big brother’s house and act as a steward… Yet suddenly, I have fully recovered… The bloody power of the Golden Mai Palm has completely vanished!”

“I can’t believe that I, Song Jue, can have such luck today!”

“Although my cultivation today was completely different from 16 years ago, and I can only use 10 percent of it… I can still exert the level 9 of the Grade of Diyuan… In the Land of Han-Yang, this is definitely enough for me. Besides, while cultivating more, my original cultivation will come back to me bit by bit.”

“Finally, I, Song Jue, will have the day to enact my revenge!”

His eyes were filled with tears.

After a long time, he finally calmed down, “But… what is really going on? Who was that guy last night?”

Last night, Song Jue hadn’t been able to see the guy’s face. He had also failed to see the guy’s outline before he was knocked unconscious.

So he had felt full of despair and shame.

But as for now, he only felt grateful, endlessly grateful.

“It must be the guy last night who treated my injury caused by the Golden Mai Palm…” Song Jue was grateful, “This guy is my lifesaver… But why did he do that? Why did he save me? How did he know I was hit by the Golden Mai Palm? And how could he dispel the power of the Golden Mai Palm which has been known as impossible to dispel? Even though I only had a short moment to feel his strength, I am sure he was only in the third or fourth level of the Grade of Diyuan. How was he capable to deal with it…”

There were so many questions emerging inside Song Jue’s mind.

They became abstruse knots in his heart.