The Prince Can Do Divination

Chapter 356 - 231: Sister Wu Gongyu, Awakening the Daoxin, Contention for the World, God’s Condemnation

’So it seems that without the protection of a light, you turn into a monster?’

These lackeys were full of life just a moment ago, but now they’ve instantly transformed into monsters, something between human and ghost.

Lu Mingyuan raised his lantern and walked over to the Blood Race Crown Prince.

He found the same had happened to him.

His chest was still caved in from Lu Mingyuan’s attack, but his appearance was now completely different. All his Essence, Qi, and Spirit had been drained away, not a single drop of blood remaining, leaving behind a withered corpse.

It was a disgusting sight.

Lu Mingyuan suppressed his discomfort and left the area.

Even when he killed people, he had never felt this disgusted.

But seeing this bizarre transformation made him physically ill.

’Who on earth established these so-called rules of the night?’

’Did a Divine Spirit take their lives?’

’Or was it some other terrifying existence?’

He had served as a Night Patrol Envoy at the Divine Institute for three years, but he had never witnessed the process of a living being turning into an inanimate object. Normally, he only ever found the corpses. Tonight, he had witnessed the transformation itself.

For the first time, Lu Mingyuan felt a strange sense of dread toward the mysterious night.

Mainly because you couldn’t even see a shadow of the enemy.

As long as you were in the darkness, you would be possessed by some foul thing.

Thinking of this, Lu Mingyuan recalled that the eyes of those who had just transformed were very similar to Yun Qinghe’s.

’Could it be that something in the night destroyed her will?’ he thought.

For a person to lose their mental will was more terrifying than losing their soul.

The only explanation now was that Yun Qinghe had already experienced the night.

Her Divine Soul had been polluted.

In the time that followed, Lu Mingyuan searched through the ancient texts in the Divine Institute, looking for a way to restore Yun Qinghe’s consciousness.

Three months passed just like that.

During this period, the Blood Race came looking for trouble. After all, their Crown Prince had suddenly vanished—which was no different from being dead—and Lu Mingyuan was the only person known to have interacted with him.

But without any other evidence, the Blood Race couldn’t do anything to Lu Mingyuan for the time being.

During these days, Lu Mingyuan would often chat with Yun Qinghe.

"Miss Yun, I never thought you would one day end up like this."

"Two lifetimes have passed, and your fate has not been kind in either. It seems your path of the Dao in the outside world was too smooth. The Grand Thousand Canglan Map must have recognized this, which is why your trials are far more severe than ours."

A faint, sweet fragrance emanated from Yun Qinghe. She sat in Lu Mingyuan’s lap, resting her beautiful and otherworldly face gently on his shoulder, her long, dark hair cascading down.

Even through their clothes, Lu Mingyuan could feel the faint warmth radiating from her soft body.

Unfortunately, there was never a response.

「Another five years passed.」

One day, Lu Mingyuan, who was in the middle of his Cultivation in the grand hall, suddenly received a message.

"Lord Witch, a relative has come looking for you. They say they’re from the Northern Domain."

The Divine Institute’s Gatekeeper informed him.

’A relative? What relatives do I have?’

Lu Mingyuan looked puzzled.

His father had important tribal matters to handle, and his mother, the High Priest of the Divine Temple, was swamped with her duties. Neither of them could possibly come.

Besides his parents, what other relatives did he have?

When Lu Mingyuan went to the gate to greet his visitor, he was met by a young woman with a high ponytail.

She had green eyes, black hair, and a willowy waist.

A short, leopard-print skirt revealed her fair, long legs, and she wore rhinoceros hide armor on her arms. Her features were somewhat cold and stunning. Though her face was still a bit youthful, it couldn’t hide her breathtaking beauty.

"Brother."

The young woman’s voice was somewhat cold.

’Brother?’

The form of address left Lu Mingyuan completely stunned.

’Since when did I have a younger sister?’

"You are..." Lu Mingyuan asked suspiciously.

"This is a letter from Mother."

The young woman indifferently handed him a sheepskin scroll.

After reading the letter, Lu Mingyuan couldn’t help but give a wry smile.

She really was his younger sister.

In the ten-plus years he had been away, his mother had certainly been busy.

"Your name is Witch Palace Language?"

"Mm."

The young woman gave a slight nod.

"Mother said in her letter that your talent is extremely high. You’ve come to the Central Domain to enter the Divine Institute, so how are your preparations?" Lu Mingyuan asked.

In the letter, his mother had praised this younger sister of his profusely.

She was called a Chosen Divine Lady, the likes of which hadn’t been seen in centuries.

She had integrated the Demon Eye of the Celestial Demon Race and the Spirit Communication Talent of the Witch Race. While praying to the Lord Heavenly God in the Divine Temple, she had even received a response, granting her a powerful Divine Prayer Skill.

Her innate talent was even more terrifying than her older brother’s.

"More or less."

Even though Witch Palace Language was still young, she seemed to already have the makings of an ice queen. No matter what she said, her words were always brief.

"Since you want to enter the Divine Institute, you’ll have to participate in the selection. There are some rules I must tell you about."

Lu Mingyuan said earnestly.

He had been through it before, so he naturally knew the dangers involved. Witch Palace Language was still young, and her understanding of the world was still too shallow.

"Isn’t it enough to just kill them? What other rules are there?" Witch Palace Language asked, confused.

Her words left Lu Mingyuan speechless.

She looked like such a harmless young girl, yet her methods sounded so cruel.

"Gongyu, listen to me."

"Okay, Brother."

Lu Mingyuan imparted all of his classic works to Witch Palace Language, such as his "Complete Guide to Systematic Killing" and "The Prudent Practitioner’s Handbook."

He then told her he would await her return.

「Three days later.」

Lu Mingyuan discovered that he had underestimated her combat prowess.

Within the Divine Institute, seven trial groups had been formed to hunt down the prodigies of the Human Race.

But only Witch Palace Language returned.

Her naturally blank face was covered in blood, her expression empty.

"What about the others?"

Lu Mingyuan asked.

Witch Palace Language thought back seriously, placing a finger on her smooth chin.