217: Chapter 217 The Walking Destiny of the Nation

The Daming Dynasty was indeed the strongest power in the Eastern Wasteland.

It was high noon, and the sun was scorching, but it could not stop the hustle and bustle within the Imperial Dynasty's capital.

Tianyu Imperial City, Vermilion Bird Street.

A graceful figure wove through the crowded streets.

She was dressed in a flowing cloud-patterned sleeve dress, her face peerless, her skin whiter than snow, and her eyes revealed an innate nobility mixed with confusion.

The person who arrived was none other than the Origin of the Daming Dynasty's national destiny—the newly formed Incarnation of the human emperor cauldron.

"Being a human is better, hehe."

The Tripod Spirit took a deep breath. The scent lingering at the tip of her nose was not the cold smell of incense or the stench of copper, but the aroma of various foods.

She had just formed her spirit, her intelligence newly awakened, and she was full of curiosity about everything in the outside world.

Although her existence was supposed to affect the lifeblood of the entire Daming Dynasty, what did that have to do with her? After gaining intelligence, she belonged to herself, not to the Daming Dynasty.

Her nose twitched, and the Tripod Spirit frowned slightly, her gaze immediately drawn to a magnificent, golden-adorned building ahead.

"Drunken Immortal House."

The three gold-plated characters shone brilliantly in the sunlight, the shop assistants at the door were calling out in succession, and those entering and leaving were either wealthy or noble.

"Gaga, let this spirit taste how it is." The Tripod Spirit lifted her chin slightly, her lotus steps light, and she walked straight toward the Drunken Immortal House.

It was unknown who the Tripod Spirit had learned her language from, but her words always carried a rather unconventional tone.

Inside the Drunken Immortal House, in a private seat on the second floor.

The Tripod Spirit found a window seat and sat down. Without looking at the menu, she casually pointed a slender finger at a passing tray downstairs: "That one, that one, and that one, bring me one of each."

The waiter was stunned. Seeing that this woman had an extraordinary temperament and, although dressed simply, could not hide her elegance, he dared not neglect her and quickly agreed before leaving.

A moment later, the table was filled with delicacies. The Tripod Spirit picked up a piece of crystal pork knuckle and put it into her mouth; her eyes instantly lit up. This taste was a hundred times better than the cold offerings in the ancestral temple!

Just as she was eating with abandon, with a trace of oil staining the corner of her mouth, a sudden commotion came from the stairs.

"Fifth Prince, this way, please?"

A group of people looking like servants crowded around a young man in brocade clothes as they walked up.

The young man wore a jade crown, and his eyes were sinister.

Hearing the sound, the Tripod Spirit glanced over.

Oh, she actually recognized this person.

After the Tripod Spirit formed her spirit, all her previous memories remained, which was also the reason why she could quickly adapt to the human world; after all, in the ancestral land for thousands of years, there were no shortage of people coming and going.

And the man in front of her had visited the ancestral land when he came of age; he seemed to be the current Emperor's fifth son, Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao was accustomed to acting like a tyrant on a daily basis. Today, feeling annoyed, he brought people to the Drunken Immortal House to relieve his boredom. As soon as he went upstairs, his gaze scanned the room like a venomous snake, finally settling on the beautiful figure by the window.

At this one glance, Zhao Hao's soul almost flew away.

He came to the Drunken Immortal House often and had seen many beauties, but he had never seen a woman with such an ethereal temperament who was so beautiful she didn't seem like a Mortal. Especially the defenseless, naive way she ate made Zhao Hao's heart burn with heat.

"Interesting, at the foot of the Imperial City, there is actually a beauty this Prince doesn't know?"

Although she did not hear Zhao Hao's words, when she made eye contact with him, the Tripod Spirit's face immediately sank, and she pouted in dissatisfaction.

She knew the character of the Daming Dynasty's royal descendants all too well; one look at that smile, and she knew what he wanted to do.

A lewd smile curled at the corners of Zhao Hao's mouth as he pushed aside the diners blocking his way and walked straight toward the Tripod Spirit.

Her brows immediately furrowed, and a flash of displeasure crossed her clear eyes.

"If you dare to come over and harass me, I will beat you to death!" Before he could get close, the Tripod Spirit's voice was cold and clear, like jade stones striking each other, as she issued a warning first.

Zhao Hao felt half his bones go soft from hearing it, and he didn't care at all.

He chuckled and reached out to touch the Tripod Spirit's cheek: "Little beauty, eating alone is so boring, why not join this Prince for a drink?"

Zhao Hao wasn't afraid at all. In the past, their royal Family could walk sideways in the Imperial City, with only a few Families they chose not to provoke.

However, Zhao Hao knew all the famous beauties from these Families, and this one in front of him was definitely not one of them.

Recently, the Exotic Beast Mansion and the Daming Dynasty had been causing a huge stir, and many forces had rushed over to watch the excitement or fish in troubled waters. Zhao Hao guessed that the beauty in front of him was one of them.

Since it was an outside force, he was even less worried.

Apart from the Exotic Beast Mansion, there was no one in the Eastern Wasteland that their Daming Dynasty feared.

Seeing this, the surrounding diners cast sympathetic glances. Who didn't know that the Fifth Prince was a Devil King? This girl was likely going to suffer.

However, the terrified screaming they expected did not happen.

The woman tilted her head slightly, avoiding Zhao Hao's lecherous hand, her eyes instantly turning icy cold, as if looking at an ant.

"Get lost."

One word, simple and brutal.

Zhao Hao licked his lips, even more pleased: "Good, good, good!"

"Someone! Tie this woman up for this Prince and send her to my mansion! I want to see if she can still be so tough after I throw her on the bed!"

Several burly servants behind him immediately pounced like wolves and tigers.

The Tripod Spirit watched the men pouncing on her, a trace of absurdity flashing in her eyes.

She was the Incarnation of the Daming Dynasty's national destiny, receiving incense offerings from all the people, controlling the dynasty's fortune. How could she be bullied by a few little brats, let alone a mere royal descendant?

"You don't know when you're going to die."

The Tripod Spirit sat still, not even lifting a hand. Just as the servants' hands were about to touch the hem of her clothes, an invisible pressure suddenly erupted from her body.

"Boom!"

Several Cultivators seemed to have collided with an invisible copper wall and iron barrier; they screamed and flew backward in unison, exploding into powder in mid-air.

The whole place was deathly silent.

The lewd smile on Zhao Hao's face froze, and his pupils contracted violently.

Did he really hit the jackpot?

His strength had already entered the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, yet he still felt the terrifying pressure from that moment just now.

"You... what kind of person are you? You wouldn't happen to be a spy from the Exotic Beast Mansion, would you?" Zhao Hao roared, his voice fierce but cowardly, while taking a few steps back, his hand quietly reaching for a jade pendant at his waist, which was his trump card for saving his life.

"Old Lu! Capture this spy!"

Since he had already offended her, Zhao Hao did not hesitate. Capture her first; if there was someone behind her, he could just apologize later.

The Daming Dynasty's royal Family was just this tough!

A phantom image of an old man in gray robes instantly appeared; it was Lu Tao, an expert at the half-step Mahayana stage who served as a retainer for Zhao Hao's mother's Family.

"Strange, I can't sense any cultivation at all!"

After Lu Tao appeared, his eyes narrowed slightly. He did not attack, but instead protected Zhao Hao.

Even the most powerful experts could sense something extraordinary, but the woman in front of him seemed transparent; his Divine Sense probe passed through her as if it were passing through air.

Zhao Hao poked Lu Tao's back: "Old Lu, what's going on? Can't even you beat her? Do you want me to keep calling for people?"

This was at the foot of the Imperial City; if he shouted outside, a large number of experts would instantly swarm in.

The Tripod Spirit glanced at Zhao Hao; she just gently raised her hand and pointed through the air.

"Slap!"

An invisible slap struck Zhao Hao's face hard. Zhao Hao flew sideways, broke through the railing, and fell heavily into the center of the second-floor lobby. Half of his face swelled up instantly, his teeth fell all over the floor, and he screamed repeatedly.

The jade pendant on his body made a crisp sound and then shattered in response.

Zhao Hao's expression was ugly; he hadn't expected the other party to attack just like that, and he had almost been beaten to death.

"Presumptuous!"

Lu Tao shouted angrily, while his heart was filled with stormy waves. He hadn't seen the trajectory of the attack at all; it was as if the attack had suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Hao.

The Tripod Spirit clapped her hands: "You're lucky. Bother me one more time, and I'll kill you."

Of course Lu Tao couldn't see her attack; after all, she was the national destiny, and she could use the power within the entire Daming Dynasty at will. It could be said that the air itself was her weapon.

Never mind Zhao Hao, even if their Old Ancestor came, he couldn't kill her.

Within the Daming Dynasty, the Tripod Spirit was an invincible existence.

As long as the Daming Dynasty did not perish, the Tripod Spirit would not die.

Lu Tao's expression was grave, and he looked at the Tripod Spirit unkindly: "Who exactly are you? You had better explain yourself clearly. Experts from our clan will arrive immediately; if a misunderstanding arises by then, it won't be good."

Taking a bite of the spirit meat, the Tripod Spirit waved her hand carelessly and said arrogantly: "Let them come!"

She muttered to herself: If they come, I'll instantly dissipate, hehe!

...

Meanwhile, deep within the Imperial City, inside several ancient palaces that had been sealed for decades.

Several Old Ancestors, sitting cross-legged on prayer mats with auras as deep as the abyss and as vast as the sea, opened their eyes almost at the same time.

"That aura just now..."

"It is the national destiny!"

"Something is not quite right! The national destiny seems to have been churning quite violently lately."

The Old Ancestors looked at each other, their eyes filled with great shock.

An ominous premonition surged in everyone's heart.