58: Chapter 58 The Poor Emperor Brother

"Heh, this is the first time I've seen such a miserable purple fate," Ye Xuan said, feeling a headache coming on.

Good heavens, how could someone have a fate like this?

And he calls this 'loyalty'? I'm afraid he'd even generously give away his own woman. Is that what he calls loyalty?

That kid Yun Zhe is certainly lucky with women.

He meets soulmates just by lying around.

Ye Xuan glanced at Nan Xu without leaving a trace.

[Name: Nan Xu]

[Realm: Ninth Level of the True Profound Realm]

[Constitution: Ice Spirit Body (Green)]

[Fate: Sword Dao Prodigy (Purple), Virtuous Wife and Good Mother (Purple), Infatuated (Purple), Lost Virginity in Secret Realm (White)]

[Destiny: "Evil God" (Supporting Role), "Great Zhou Emperor" (Supporting Role)]

[Affinity: 80]

[Life Destiny: Nan Xu was born into the Wangxuan family in Luoyang City of the Great Zhou Dynasty. From a young age, she mastered poetry, books, zither, and painting. Her cultivation talent was not weak, and at just fifteen, she had already reached the Ninth Level of the True Profound Realm.]

[Today, she bought a green raw stone at a gambling stone stall, obtaining a piece of Ice Flower Hibiscus Jade, which her fiancé, Crown Prince Zhou Yuan, carved into a hairpin and gifted to Nan Xu.]

[A month later, she goes to explore the Wangxuan Secret Realm with her fiancé, Crown Prince Zhou Yuan, as well as Cangqiong Holy Land disciples Ye Xuan and Yun Zhe. They accidentally enter a swamp, get poisoned by charm toxin, and in desperation, she unites with Yun Zhe...]

"Although she's not bad, she's not as good as my silly sister, Ye Qingxian."

Ye Xuan shook his head with a smile, meeting Yun Zhe's puzzled gaze, and thought to himself: "So, that 'three thousand weak waters' you mentioned, kid, actually referred to your soulmates!"

"Brother Crown Prince Zhou Yuan, did you see that? That little fatty in black is actually bullying that handsome brother!"

Nan Xu said, shocking everyone around her fiancé.

Hearing this, Crown Prince Zhou Yuan helplessly stroked the head of his little fiancée and said dotingly: "Yes, your handsome brother is being bullied. Perhaps the two of them already have some bad blood."

As for Yun Zhe, his plain, unremarkable face was automatically ignored, but only Crown Prince Zhou Yuan could discern the extraordinary aura about him.

"That's right, Brother Crown Prince Zhou Yuan, that handsome brother just wanted to go back and cut the raw stone, but that little fatty has been pressing him every step of the way."

Nan Xu's beautiful eyes were filled with little stars as she looked at Ye Xuan, and she suddenly asked out of the blue: "Oh? By the way, Brother Crown Prince Zhou Yuan, aren't you going to help Nan Xu?"

"This time, brother won't take either side." Crown Prince Zhou Yuan shook his head helplessly, not really wanting to join in on Nan Xu's game.

"Hmph."

Hearing this, Nan Xu ignored her fiancé.

"Old Bai, can you see the secret of the raw stone in that young man's hand? Could it really contain a supreme treasure?" Crown Prince Zhou Yuan frowned and asked in a low voice, turning his head.

An old man in a gray robe had been following behind Crown Prince Zhou Yuan, but he used a special spiritual treasure to prevent anyone from noticing his existence; even Ye Xuan hadn't discovered the old man.

"I'm sorry, Young Master, this old servant has not discovered any secrets in that raw stone."

The gray-robed old man shook his head; his divine sense had completely locked onto the raw stone, yet he still couldn't see what was inside.

"Tsk—"

Crown Prince Zhou Yuan shook his head, feeling bored. Although he had already expected this, he hadn't thought the answer would be so direct.

"Hahaha, that young man finally couldn't hold back and is cutting it."

"Yes, it's all thanks to everyone."

"That's right!"

The crowd of onlookers erupted into a commotion, cheering from the sidelines.

The black-clad stall owner Zhang Fan handed the three small knives specifically designed for cutting raw stones to the three young men in front of him.

"The three of you, these are raw stone knives. Ordinary swords and blades cannot cut this type of raw stone; only knives made from raw stones can cut them open."

"Alright, thank you for your kindness, old sir."

Ye Xuan took the raw stone knife and specifically glanced at the little fatty, Zhao Erhu, next to him: "Why do you insist on asking for trouble?"

It turned out that just a moment ago, he, along with Yun Zhe, had made an agreement with Zhao Erhu: if neither his nor Yun Zhe's raw stones yielded anything useful, they would have to kneel on the ground and beg Zhao Erhu for forgiveness.

Likewise, if Zhao Erhu didn't cut anything useful, he would also have to kowtow and kneel on the ground to ask Ye Xuan and Yun Zhe for forgiveness.

"Heh, it's not certain who will win yet." Zhao Erhu sneered, though he was actually quite panicked inside. However, for the sake of revenge, he still agreed.

Pure Mystic Power was channeled by Ye Xuan into the raw stone knife, and soon, a dazzling silver light covered the entire blade, with a dangerous and indescribable aura permeating from it.

"Good stuff. If I used raw stone to forge a spiritual sword, would it be even better to use?"

"Young friend, don't even think about it. In the past, a peerless genius predecessor tried the same thing, and the end result was that they were driven mad by the source energy produced during the forging of the raw stone. It's not worth the loss..." Hearing this, the black-clad stall owner Zhang Fan hurriedly advised.

"I see." After hearing this, Ye Xuan no longer hesitated and easily used the raw stone knife in his hand to cut into the piece of black raw stone he had bought.

Bit by bit, the impurities were peeled away by the raw stone knife.

"Young Master, that young man's constitution is very interesting!" The gray-robed old man transmitted his voice to Crown Prince Zhou Yuan in front of him: "That kid should have a Thunder Spirit Body, which is not at all weaker than your Star Spirit Body."

He felt the power of thunder within that surge of Mystic Power, and what is currently known to the world is the Thunder Spirit Body.

"Thunder Spirit Body? It seems this young man's strength is no less than mine." Crown Prince Zhou Yuan's eyes lit up, and he muttered to himself: "No wonder I thought his aura was a bit strange; it turns out to be the most aggressive Thunder Spirit Body."

"Thunder Spirit Body? The handsome brother is actually a Thunder Spirit Body!"

The cute little Nan Xu started jumping around again, almost dancing with joy, her beautiful eyes filled with infatuation: "However, the person I love most in my heart is still Brother Crown Prince Zhou Yuan!" As she said this, Nan Xu tightly held onto Crown Prince Zhou Yuan's large hand.

"Tsk, that's more like it. Little Nan Xu, can't you be a little less infatuated?"

Crown Prince Zhou Yuan's jealous expression dissipated quite a bit, and he gently stroked the pretty face of the beauty before him.

"No way, is this kid really going to cut out some treasure?"

Zhao Erhu, standing beside Ye Xuan, started breaking out in cold sweat as big as beans on his forehead, a hint of panic in his eyes. But suddenly, thinking of Headmaster Long, a strange expression appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Heh, even if you cut out a treasure, so what? Headmaster Long will definitely not let your treasure go!"

"Eh, that girl is so pretty!"

Zhao Erhu only then noticed that a gaze had been fixed on his side. Turning his head to look, he discovered Nan Xu in the arms of the youth in green, and a flash of astonishment couldn't help but cross his eyes.

"Hmph!" A trace of coldness flashed in Crown Prince Zhou Yuan's eyes, and the star-like Mystic Power around his body flickered.

With a jolt, Zhao Erhu finally came to his senses and hurriedly withdrew his prying gaze.

"Brother Crown Prince Zhou Yuan, that little fatty's gaze when he looks at me is so lecherous."

Nan Xu revealed her little fangs as she said this to her fiancé.

"Don't worry, I won't let that little fatty go." Crown Prince Zhou Yuan gently stroked Nan Xu's little head, allowing his fiancée to quickly calm down.