130: A divine eye? A blind man? (Fifteen)

Five months later.

Zi Yuan left.

In that side hall where You Chen had once been imprisoned, a spatial ring sat on the table.

You Chen stood before the table, at a loss for what to do.

The old woman's words before leaving still echoed in his ears: "This is what the Young Miss left for you."

"Of course, don't harbor any thoughts you shouldn't have. You and the Young Miss are as different as a mayfly and a true Phoenix."

With trembling hands, You Chen opened the spatial ring.

Inside were a full ten thousand Essence Crystals, along with dozens of types of Medicinal Pills to assist in cultivation...

For an unfavored prince, this was an astronomical sum.

This amount of resources could fully support an ordinary Cultivator in reaching the Spirit King Realm.

"Sister Zi Yuan... I will never forget your great kindness as long as I live."

In the distance.

Jingxin Hall.

Jun Yun sat cross-legged in the darkness, his Minds Eye taking in this entire scene.

"So this is the legendary angel investor."

Jun Yun sighed emotionally in his heart... For the next half month.

You Chen's life was more fulfilling than it had ever been.

By day, he was still that timid, invisible prince who held a broom to sweep fallen leaves.

By night, he hid under his drafty covers, swallowing Qi-Nourishing Pills and operating the Hibernating Dragon Breathing Technique.

The results were significant.

He had now stepped into the first level of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

The world had changed in his eyes.

His hearing became sharp.

Five meters away, the sound of a mouse gnawing on wood was clearly audible.

His vision became clear.

In the night, the vibration trajectories of mosquito wings were faintly visible.

Is this power?

You Chen clenched his fist, feeling a sense of control.

One day.

You Chen was carrying a bucket, walking along the pebble path of the Imperial Garden.

At a corner ahead.

Several young eunuchs were crouching in the grass, pulling a very thin tripwire, with wicked smiles on their Faces before their prank succeeded.

This was one of the few pleasures in their dull palace lives—teasing this foolish prince.

Usually, You Chen would definitely fall flat on his Face and then crawl away in embarrassment amidst a burst of laughter.

But today.

Just one second before You Chen was about to step into the trap.

His footsteps suddenly halted.

There was no warning.

It was as if he had suddenly remembered forgetting something.

He stopped only half an inch away from the tripwire, turned around, changed direction, and took a detour.

In the grass.

Several young eunuchs looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What the hell?"

"This fool has such good Luck?"

In the distance.

You Chen's heart was thumping.

At that moment just now, he hadn't actually seen the rope.

But he felt it.

An aura called "malice," and an unnatural tension in the air.

And, that familiar voice deep in his mind.

"To the left, there's a pit."

It was Jun Yun's voice.

Though it was only four words, it had saved his knees.

You Chen took a deep breath to calm his emotions and continued walking with his head down.

He knew.

He was no longer the same You Chen who was at the mercy of others... Jingxin Hall.

Jun Yun withdrew a wisp of Divine Sense.

"His reaction is passable."

He evaluated.

During these months, besides acting as the "Old Grandpa" and giving a few pointers occasionally, he spent most of his time observing.

In You Chen's Luck, within that originally gray and defeated mist, the golden threads had already grown to the thickness of a chopstick.

Though still very weak.

Among ordinary people, he was already like a crane among chickens.

"It's about time."

Jun Yun looked at the sky outside the window.

"The newbie protection period is over..."

Leeks must experience wind and rain to become fresh and juicy... The Great You Imperial Family was currently holding the quarterly "Clan School Examination."

Great You Imperial Palace, Training Ground.

The place was bustling with noise.

Around the massive arena, descendants of the imperial clan dressed in fine silk and brocade were gathered.

This was the day to inspect the cultivation progress of the imperial descendants and also the time to redistribute cultivation resources.

Those who performed well could receive Medicinal Pills, Cultivation Techniques, and even praise from the Divine Lord.

Those who performed poorly would have their monthly allowance reduced at best, or be banished to the borders at worst.

Of course.

This kind of excitement usually had nothing to do with You Chen.

As a recognized Mortal Body trash, he didn't even have the qualification to step onto the stage. In previous years, he would always hide far away, for fear of being pulled in to act as a punching bag.

Today was no exception.

You Chen shrunk back at the outermost edge of the crowd, holding a broom and pretending to clean, while actually looking for an escape route.

He didn't want to cause trouble.

He only wanted to go back and Cultivate.

"Nineteenth Brother, why are you running?"

A mocking voice rang out.

The Thirteenth Prince, Ghost Tiger, along with several followers, blocked You Chen's path.

Ghost Tiger had a burly build; although he was only fifteen, he had already grown like a young bull, and his cultivation had reached the Spirit King Realm Fourth Level.

Being frightened away by Zi Yuan's aura in the side courtyard last time made him feel like he had lost Face.

Today, that terrifying woman wasn't here.

He wanted to reclaim his dignity.

"Thirteenth Brother."

You Chen lowered his head and gripped his broom tightly. "I... I'm going to take out the trash."

"Take out the trash?"

Ghost Tiger sneered and kicked away the dustpan in You Chen's hand. "Aren't you the biggest piece of trash yourself?"

A burst of laughter came from the surroundings.

"I heard you struck it rich recently?"

Ghost Tiger leaned in close to You Chen, greed showing in his eyes. "That veiled woman gave you a lot of good stuff, didn't she? Hand it over and let your brother keep it safe for you."

So it was for this.

Wealth should not be flaunted.

But there were no walls in this palace that didn't leak.

You Chen's body tensed up.

That was given to him by Sister Zi Yuan; it was his hope, and he absolutely could not give it to anyone else.

"I don't have anything," You Chen said through gritted teeth.

"Stubborn?"

Ghost Tiger's Face darkened, and he raised his hand to deliver a slap.

Right at that moment.

In You Chen's mind, that calm voice rang out again.

"Don't dodge."

"Crash into him."

"Crash into that examiner wearing red clothes."

This instruction was simply inconceivable.

Not dodging the slap, but instead crashing into an examiner?

That examiner was famously strict and impartial.

But out of absolute trust in Jun Yun, You Chen did not hesitate.

The moment Ghost Tiger's slap was about to land, he seemed as if he were paralyzed with fear and suddenly lunged toward the side and back.

This lunge looked like a frantic scramble.

But the angle was actually quite tricky.

"Thud!"

You Chen head-butted a middle-aged man who was passing by with a register.

The middle-aged man wore a red robe and had a serious expression; he was the Deacon of the Imperial Clan Court responsible for the registration of this examination.

This collision wasn't forceful, but the timing was perfect.

The brush in the deacon's hand jerked.

A drop of thick ink happened to splash onto the register.

And, as Luck would have it, it splashed exactly onto a blank name column.

"Presumptuous!"

The deacon was furious and looked down.

The ink drop had bled out, taking the shape of a scrawled character for "Chen."

And that spot happened to be the last slot in the "Waiting for Examination Area."

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Ghost Tiger's hand was still suspended in mid-air, and he awkwardly pulled it back.

With a dark Face, the deacon stared at You Chen, who was sprawled on the ground.

"What is your name?"

“You... You Chen.”

"Good, very good."

The deacon sneered and with a wave of his hand, filled in the surname next to the ink blot.

"Since you're in such a hurry to sign up, I'll grant your wish."

"The last slot, You Chen, join the ranks!"