CHAPTER 442: CHAPTER 384: PRECIOUS TREASURE REINCARNATES, EMPEROR’S DRAGON QI

"This is the world within a jar. What’s wrong?"

Song Lin noticed that the little girl’s condition seemed somewhat unusual.

Her strength was slowly dissipating.

"Is this the mortal world?"

The Treasure Attendant’s face paled, her expression brimming with unease.

She seemed unable to get accustomed to the mortal climate.

Song Lin’s mind stirred, and countless tender sprouts grew from the ground. A verdant expanse spread across ten meters in all directions, filled with vitality. Under this flourishing life force, the Treasure Attendant’s complexion regained a rosy hue.

"I am a spirit born from the immortal stone beneath Yuan Shi Heavenly King’s feet at Yujing Mountain; I am unsuitable for the mortal world,"

The Treasure Attendant confessed honestly.

Every moment she spent in the mortal realm, her body was polluted by mortal Qi.

This was the innate flaw of such natural entities.

If one ascended through cultivation step by step, regardless of the environment, one wouldn’t lose their realm due to its change.

Song Lin pondered for a long time—her ailment must be caused by her body’s incompatibility, and she ought to acquire a new body.

"Could you reincarnate?"

Song Lin asked.

In the legends, immortals descending to the mortal realm would often reincarnate as humans. Perhaps the Treasure Attendant could do the same.

"Yes, I can, but you’ll have to choose a good family for me!"

The Treasure Attendant wasn’t keen on becoming a mere stone again.

"Alright."

But whom should he choose?

Song Lin racked his brains. The geniuses of the jungle had all remained unmarried, focused solely on cultivation.

Ordinary Taoists were out of the question.

The Treasure Attendant, forged from the immortal stone of Yujing Mountain under Yuan Shi Heavenly King’s authority, had extraordinary origins. She was destined to become an exceptional talent akin to Sun Wukong.

If her human vessel lacked innate qualities, it might hinder the Treasure Attendant’s cultivation.

After thinking long and hard, Song Lin couldn’t settle on a suitable candidate.

He decided to put the matter aside for now; if necessary, he might resort to matchmaking.

As for cultivator families, their practices were now regulated, preventing reckless behavior by offspring.

Song Lin shifted the conversation, inquiring about the Heavenly Court.

Speaking of the Heavenly Court, the Treasure Attendant’s face blushed deeply, as if recalling something pleasant.

"I don’t know much about matters outside the Heavenly Court. The Heavenly Court itself is vast. Above us is Grandfather Yuan Shi Heavenly King and the Three Emperors of Heaven, Earth, and Water. Sanmao True Monarch and Little Mao True Monarch are especially kind; Little Mao often brings us peaches to eat. Sister Yaochi of the Taiyuan Saint Mother Palace is also very nice..."

Song Lin listened intently, gradually understanding the structure of the Heavenly Court.

The Heavenly Court was immense, established by Yuan Shi Heavenly King in the early days of the Immortal Realm. Taiyuan Saint Mother, his wife, served beside him.

Their primordial Innate Qi gave rise to all beings in the Three Realms, which formed the mythological basis of the Sanmao Heavenly Court.

Why it was not named the Yuan Shi Heavenly Court but rather the Sanmao Heavenly Court was something Song Lin did not yet understand.

In general, however, the Taoist skills of the Sanmao Heavenly Court were indeed bestowed by Sanmao True Monarch.

The hierarchy of the Sanmao Heavenly Court placed Yuan Shi Heavenly King at the highest level, followed by the Saint Mother, and then descending to Immortal Kings, Dukes, Ministers, Masters, and Physicians.

The Three Emperors of Heaven, Earth, and Water, along with the Four Cardinal Spirits and Sanmao True Monarch, belonged to the Immortal King tier.

Sanmao True Monarch presided over the upper, middle, and lower palaces, governing all earthly beings. Her position was even more supreme.

"Have you met His Majesty Yuan Shi Heavenly King? Or the Saint Mother?"

The little girl shook her head, saying she hadn’t met them. The highest figures she’d interacted with were Sanmao True Monarch and several Emperors.

She hadn’t been cognizant for long, so much else remained a mystery to her.

"What kind of force is the Demonic Army?"

"I don’t know."

"Alright, rest for now."

Song Lin instructed the Treasure Attendant to transform back into a stone.

In any case, he had gathered invaluable information about the Heavenly Court.

The true ruler of the Heavenly Court was not the Jade Emperor but rather Yuan Shi Heavenly King—likely Pangu or Yuan Shi Tianzun.

If this were Earth in his previous life, such revelations would have sparked endless debate.

Now, there was no need to debate; Yuan Shi Heavenly King truly existed and was indeed the master of the Heavenly Court.

Song Lin surmised there might be several Heavenly Courts, each with its factions. This much could be confirmed.

Their existence transcended mortal imagination; they might exist simultaneously in the present and across the past, spawning countless mythologies with contradictory, chaotic timelines.

"Reorganize the land? Establish contact with the Heavenly Court? I’ve been meaning to do precisely that!"

Song Lin remembered his conversation with Little Mao True Monarch.

He was determined to visit the Heavenly Court, but before that, Song Lin intended to achieve his goal of becoming a Heavenly Master.

He would unify the mortal realm and cleanse the residual forces of the Six Heavens.

Song Lin did some minor cultivation before taking a detour to the story world’s domain.

Currently, the Great Zhou Kingdom’s strategy was two-pronged—sweeping south and attacking north. Southern regions like Yangzhou’s barbarian tribes had yet to be thoroughly subdued, while the northern territories still housed Ghost Country.

Since Ju Mang and Zhu Rong had pledged allegiance, many strategies no longer required Song Lin’s direct involvement, granting him some leisure.

The western regions would certainly warrant a visit, however.

Song Lin left the world within the jar and arrived at the Donghua Forest Sect’s estate.

At that moment, Shi Yinhua was racking her brains, painstakingly coordinating how to manage Song Lin’s tasks.

Splitting the jungle versus integrating numerous jungle factions was not something that could be achieved with mere diplomacy—it entailed countless entangled interests.

Upon seeing Song Lin approach, Shi Yinhua’s heart skipped a beat.

She feared this might be yet another dilemma awaiting her.

"Don’t be alarmed. Prepare all information on the Purple Mansion and Core Formation masters."

The Treasure Attendant still awaited reincarnation. She might very well become the most prodigious genius for the Donghua Alliance within the coming decades—centuries even. How could Song Lin be indifferent?

Before long, Shi Yinhua presented the requested information.

The Donghua Forest Sect boasted two Purple Mansion cultivators (Gu Yuchan and Yan Jiuge, who had split off), one from the Evil Exorcism Altar, six from its various jungle factions, and twelve among the Four Mansions and Twelve Department Heads.

The Core Formation cultivators were even more numerous—over 150 individuals in total.

"Hmm, Wu Yi?"

Song Lin unexpectedly found Wu Yi listed among the Core Formation cultivators.

"Reporting to the Palace Master: According to Taoist School intelligence, Wu Yi has remarkable origins. His talent appears to be linked to the bloodline of his maternal clan, enabling his rapid cultivation progress."

"Oh?"

Song Lin’s interest was piqued. He promptly boarded his Sun Jade Carriage and headed toward Meilin County.

The Prince Ying’s estate was located in this city and had grown prosperous after years of management—citizens here enjoyed peace and contentment.

Within Prince Ying’s estate, in a secret chamber—

Wu Yi sat with eyes shut, surrounded by fiery heat as though inside a furnace. His body emanated terrifyingly scorching energies.

This was the fourth layer of the Universe Treasure Mirror technique: Fiery Fire.

Its strength, while inferior to the augmentation provided by the Nine Tripods, was sufficient to propel him into the Core Formation Realm.

After quietly finishing his practice, Wu Yi slowly opened his eyes.

A subordinate knocked at the door, informing him that Palace Master Song Lin and Lord Zhengxin were awaiting him in the main hall.

Wu Yi quickly abandoned his cultivation and rushed to receive them.

Soon, he encountered the two in the hall.

Song Lin’s gaze was kind, while Zhengxin studied him with a peculiar expression.

"Greetings, Palace Master! Greetings, Lord Zhengxin!"

"You may rise; your cultivation progress is commendable," Song Lin said with a smile.

At that moment, Zhengxin suddenly asked:

"Wu Yi, who is your mother? There is an undeniable air of nobility around you."

Upon hearing his mother mentioned, Wu Yi froze.

Nobility?

He had never heard anyone describe her that way before.

"Reporting, Lord Zhengxin: My mother’s name was Zhou Suxin. She was formerly the oiran of the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion. As for the nobility you speak of, I am unaware of its significance."

Wu Yi answered truthfully, feeling no shame over his mother’s past as a brothel woman.

"Impossible! You carry two strands of Dragon Qi—one belongs to the current Emperor, while the other is even more profound and regal, tinged with a trace of Yin essence. Your mother could not have been an ordinary woman; she must have held considerable significance. Her death may conceal hidden truths."

"I know nothing of this!"

Wu Yi genuinely lacked knowledge. Perhaps only through growing stronger could he confront Nan Jing and the detestable Emperor to uncover these secrets.

"Dragon Qi?"

Song Lin pondered—to think this young man’s Universe Treasure Mirror cultivation progressed so swiftly. He immediately decided upon the Treasure Attendant’s reincarnation.

Prince Ying Wu Yi seemed an excellent choice.

"Come with me."

Song Lin boarded the Sun Jade Carriage, beckoning Wu Yi to join him.

"Palace Master, where are we going?"

"To question the Eighth Prince!"