touchnovel Chapter 48 Ordinary
Chapter 48 Ordinary
A barely perceptible glint flashed in the one-eyed old man's cloudy eye. With a flick of his withered finger, he pushed the heavy storage bag back.
"The seventh young master of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion? Sir, do you know who the Zhenbei Prince is? Although we at Wushengtian take on business, we also need to make a living in this area."
"To stroke the tiger's whiskers of the Prince of Zhenbei? This old man cannot accept such a deal."
The man in black robes let out a low, cold laugh, his voice carrying a hint of seduction: "Don't worry, old man."
"If this matter is handled properly, the Prince of Zhenbei will not only not blame you, but may even be happy to have some peace and quiet."
"At that time, Wushengtian will not only make a fortune, but also gain a great reputation in this world. Why not?"
As soon as he finished speaking, another storage bag was tossed out by him, landing next to the first one with a crisp clinking sound.
The one-eyed old man then let out a muffled groan, his withered lips twitching slightly:
"That lad has some reputation; I know a little about him."
"This person has never stepped out of this royal city since birth. The city is full of experts, and the patrols are so tight that there is no way to make a move."
"He will leave the city!" The man in black robes smiled confidently, his laughter like sandpaper rubbing together, with a strange hoarseness. "The struggle for the secret treasures of the Ten Thousand Mountains is intensifying, and all forces are moving at the first sign of trouble, fighting tooth and nail for them."
"I have my own way of making him walk right into the trap and join in the fun."
Upon hearing this, the one-eyed old man stared at the man in black robes for a long time with his single eye. Finally, he grabbed the two storage bags with his withered hand and stuffed them into his robes.
"For the sake of these two bags of spirit stones, the Rebirth Hall will take this order."
The old man smiled sinisterly, his old face appearing unusually ferocious in the dim candlelight.
"If that kid's cultivation level weren't so low, this reward wouldn't be enough. We would have sent out a top-ranked silver-level assassin from Wusheng Heaven."
"But let me make this clear: if we fail this time and you don't offer additional compensation, our Rebirth Hall will not intervene a second time."
……
Back at Tingfeng Pavilion, Wang Dao couldn't wait to lock himself in his room.
He opened his palm, and the emerald green fish-dragon jade talisman lay quietly in his hand, radiating a warm luster, yet showing no trace of its mystique.
He pondered it for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out.
With a thought, Wang Dao sent the Dragon Abyss Sword flying out from the depths of his dantian and hovering in front of him.
In an instant, the ancient and heavy Longyuan Sword seemed to come alive with the hidden dragon patterns on its blade, beginning to emanate a faint crimson-gold divine light, and an ancient and majestic aura spread out.
The jade talisman in his palm trembled, its emerald light shining brightly. It spun rapidly in mid-air, casting down streams of sacred and extraordinary light that complemented the Dragon Abyss Sword.
The two objects were like long-lost brothers who had finally reunited, and a mysterious connection was formed between them.
As the divine light flowed, the fish-dragon jade talisman "whooshed" and transformed into a dazzling emerald light, instantly disappearing into the Dragon Abyss Sword.
"boom!"
The Dragon Abyss Sword suddenly erupted with a dazzling, blinding divine light, illuminating the entire room as bright as day. Even the window frames seemed to tremble. A powerful pressure emanated from the sword and instantly filled the entire space.
Despite his dizziness, Wang Daoqiang firmly grasped the Dragon Abyss Sword.
The icy touch was instantly replaced by a surge of warmth, and at the same time, a vast and profound incantation was directly imprinted on his heart—
The Nine Transformations of Fish and Dragon!
Wang Dao was completely absorbed in the technique. As he gained a deeper understanding of it, a tremendous wave of emotion surged within him. He felt that his luck today was simply extraordinary.
This "Nine Transformations of Fish and Dragon" aims to defy fate and change destiny, with nine transformations as its core, each transformation being an opportunity for a complete metamorphosis.
Each breakthrough not only brings a qualitative leap in cultivation, but also cleanses the body and spirit. Most importantly, it can even transform one's innate talents.
Wang Dao had never heard of any method in the world that could break through one's innate endowments.
It should be understood that a person's innate talents are a combination of factors such as physical constitution, comprehension, and fortune. Trying to change them is more difficult than ascending to heaven.
But this "Nine Transformations of Fish and Dragon" can actually do it!
He felt his blood boiling and his heart burning with passion; this was a divine skill tailor-made for him.
With a thought, he brought up the system panel, and sure enough, there was a new section for information on his innate talents.
[Bestowed Talent]: Ordinary
When Wang Dao saw this word, his face immediately darkened. As the seventh young master of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, he believed that even if he was not a genius, he should not be described as ordinary.
"Where exactly did things go wrong?"
……
The night was as dark as ink, and candlelight flickered in the courtyard of the Wutong tree.
On the soft couch, Princess Zheng Wanqing leaned against a gold-threaded pillow, wearing only a nearly transparent crimson silk nightgown. Her snow-white skin glowed with a lustrous sheen in the candlelight, and her graceful curves were faintly visible, exuding a deadly allure.
Her long, straight, beautiful legs were casually crossed, her bare feet adding to her allure, showing no intention of hiding anything.
"It's so late, I'm about to retire. Dao'er, is there something important that you've come here at this hour?"
Zheng Wanqing smiled, her eyes sparkling with a thousand charms, her voice languid and soft.
Wang Dao felt his throat go dry and a wave of resentment washed over him.
"This princess really doesn't treat him like an outsider; no normal man could stand her acting like that."
He quickly looked away, staring at the carpet beneath his feet, and coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment.
"Well... I'm bothering you so late at night because I really have something I'd like to ask you about."
Zheng Wanqing rolled her eyes dramatically and said irritably:
"I knew you were heartless. You never come here unless you need something. If there's nothing wrong, why would you think of visiting a lonely old man like me? So, what do you want to ask?"
Wang Dao scratched his head awkwardly, hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and his tone became extremely solemn:
"I want to know... about my mother. I've never seen her since I can remember, not even a single portrait of her."
"I want to know, who exactly is she? And where is she now?"
A brief silence fell over the room.
Zheng Wanqing's languid smile gradually faded. She slowly sat up, her beautiful eyes sweeping deeply over Wang Dao's face. Then she got up, walked to the window, pushed open the window, and looked out at the deep night.
"Who your mother is, apart from your father, probably no one in the entire royal palace or even the entire Great Zhou knows, let alone has ever seen her."
Her voice became somewhat ethereal.
"That's why there have been so many rumors about your background in the Prince's mansion over the years. Whether they say you're an illegitimate child or that you were adopted, it's all quite normal."
Wang Dao listened quietly. Zheng Wanqing turned around, looked at him with a complicated expression, and continued:
"About sixteen years ago, on a snowy night, the prince, covered in blood, carried you back to the palace. At that time, you were still an infant, but you were already on the verge of death, extremely weak, and most of your meridians were broken. Clearly, you had suffered unimaginable injuries."
"If Elder Wu hadn't been in the Prince's Mansion at that time and used his extraordinary cultivation to prolong your life, you probably wouldn't be alive today."
"As for the specific details, you can ask your master. Master Wu knows more about what happened back then than I do."
Wang Dao's heart trembled violently, as if a thunderclap had struck.
"Severely injured? Broken meridians?"
He was still an infant, completely defenseless. Who could possibly be so cruel to an innocent child?
More importantly, was the Prince of Zhenbei, who was covered in blood and carried him back, really his biological father?
Or is this just a cover-up to conceal the truth?
At this moment, Wang Dao couldn't help but think of the words the Human Emperor had asked Ji Mingyue to convey to him, and the thought filled him with dread.