Chapter 306 : Is the Possession Setup Already a Dead End?

Chapter 306: Is the Possession Setup Already a Dead End?

Within the Imperial Pool, Chu Huaixu was unable to move.

The stalemate had locked him in place; for the moment, he had no way to break it.

This was the most desperate situation he had encountered since transmigrating!

To be precise, if the grand formation beneath the blood pool had not been designed for Possession but instead for killing him, then by now he would certainly have been doomed beyond redemption—his body destroyed and his Dao dissipated!

A supreme powerhouse who had once reached the Ninth Realm Perfection, after scheming for hundreds of years—how could such a situation be so easily broken?

And the woman hidden behind the hazy, swirling mist filled him with an immense sense of unease.

“What should I do?”

Chu Huaixu began trying everything he could.

A golden mark appeared at his brow as he entered the Saint Body State.

In terms of overall strength, his current self could punch apart an ordinary Fourth Realm cultivator with ease.

Yet before this formation, the strength that allowed him to dominate among his peers seemed utterly insignificant.

“Damn it! Why is there Emperor Possession inside the Imperial Pool!?”

“Isn’t the method of Possession supposed to be from the Kunlun Grotto-Heaven?”

“Could it be that the Ancestor Emperor of Moon Country is connected to Kunlun?”

“Damn it, an old monster dead for hundreds of years still wants to borrow my body to come back to life!”

Faced with such a situation, how could he not be furious?

More importantly, Chu Huaixu realized that his understanding of 《Borrowed Sword》 had been far too shallow.

In his original conception, the so-called Divine Sense of the Sovereign Emperor was merely the golden finger of Qin Xuanxiao, the World Protagonist.

His cheat-based rise had been to collect fragments of the Divine Sense of the Sovereign Emperor along the way.

But now, judging from what he was seeing, that did not seem to be the case.

Furthermore, Little Xu’s golden finger—the Bronze Sword—was actually an evil sword. According to the original plot of 《Borrowed Sword》, every time it was used, one had to pay an enormous price.

At this moment, Chu Huaixu fully understood.

“This is both the opportunity of the World Protagonist… and also their calamity!”

Right now, the power of the Heart Sword and the Dao Seal was firmly suppressing the Divine Sense of the Sovereign Emperor.

The only problem was that Chu Huaixu’s own cultivation was severely holding him back.

He could not understand it:

“Your original plan should have been to possess Qin Xuanxiao.”

“He’s even your descendant, with your Qin family’s blood flowing in him.”

“So how did this Possession catastrophe suddenly fall onto me?”

Oh, so he took all the early benefits, showed off all the glory, and now his ancestral forebear suddenly changed his mind and wanted to seize my body?

Your Qin family really isn’t worth a damn!

But as the saying goes: goods compared are discarded, people compared are killed.

Compared to him, Qin Xuanxiao was indeed just average!

From this perspective, Chu Huaixu even felt that this Ancestor Emperor of Moon Country had quite a discerning eye.

Under the influence of the Fearless Sword Intent, this man who did not know what fear was felt neither panic nor dread at this moment.

He knew the stalemate would last a while longer—he still had time to think of a solution.

Moreover, the mysterious woman hidden behind the mist had yet to act, which allowed him to relax slightly.

Still, Chu Huaixu was puzzled.

“Shouldn’t a body suitable for possession at least be a Top-grade Spirit Embryo?”

“Otherwise, even if the possession succeeds, the body would rapidly weaken and not last long.”

“He already knows I’m only a Mid-grade Spirit Embryo, so why is he still so persistent?”

“What exactly does this old monster want?”

At this moment, he even began to consider another question.

Don’t forget—on Chu Huaixu’s Character Panel, it still showed that he possessed three 【Revival Coins】!

A trace of confusion arose in his heart.

“If today truly is a dead end…”

“Then… can I still revive like when I was a player?”

Time passed, and the sun set.

Qin Xuanxiao called Lin Zixuan over.

“Zixuan, there’s something I need you to do,” he said gently, looking at his future consort.

“Big Brother Heir, go ahead,” the petite girl replied.

“Tomorrow morning, the preliminary round of the Eastern and Western Continents’ Grand Competition will officially begin.”

“Before that, the Old State Preceptor will preside over the ceremony and give a brief speech as a representative of the royal family and the academy.”

“After he finishes, I will do something before the competition begins.”

“When the time comes, I want you to use 【Spiritual Vision】 and 【Spiritual Hearing】 so that Chu Huaixu can witness everything.”

Lin Zixuan was slightly stunned.

This meant using her shared-perspective support ability.

Back during the Champion’s Duel, she had used this ability to help Qin Xuanxiao.

“But Big Brother Heir, Chu Huaixu is still inside the Imperial Pool.”

“At such a distance, with my cultivation—and with the restrictions inside the Imperial Pool—I won’t be able to share what I see with him.”

“Also, the Spirit Seed he planted in my body has already been removed by my master.”

“If the Spirit Seed were still there, it might be possible.”

“I even went to find him a few days ago and asked him to plant it again, but he refused,” Lin Zixuan said.

Qin Xuanxiao: “……”

Asked him to plant a Spirit Seed again?

The Heir of Prince Rui couldn’t help but twitch slightly at the corner of his mouth.

He raised his hand and said, “Your master is aware of this matter. When the time comes, he will assist you in using 【Spiritual Vision】 and 【Spiritual Hearing】.”

Only then did Lin Zixuan nod, acknowledging its feasibility.

However, the petite girl with her full chest tilted her head slightly and cautiously said:

“But Big Brother Heir, Chu Huaixu is still inside the Imperial Pool. If I forcibly share with him, could it distract him and cause Qi Deviation?”

Upon hearing this, Qin Xuanxiao frowned, displeased.

“You’re considering things for him?” he asked.

The girl looked up, slightly surprised.

“Didn’t you say we’re friends with them, Big Brother Heir?”

Her tone carried a hint of natural assumption.

Qin Xuanxiao snorted coldly.

“This is not up for discussion!”

Then, softening his tone slightly, he continued:

“Zixuan, you should listen to me and your master, right?”

Lin Zixuan hesitated for a moment, but since this was the joint decision of Qin Xuanxiao and Ming Xuanji, she could only weakly respond:

“Th-then… alright.”

Qin Xuanxiao nodded slightly, and the voice of the Ancestor Emperor sounded in his mind.

“Very good.”

In truth, the Heir did not know why the Ancestor Emperor had arranged for him to do this tomorrow.

But he did not resist it.

He gazed faintly at the bright moon hanging high in the sky and said inwardly:

“Mu Bingjiu, it’s time for you to show your loyalty.”

At the academy, inside an elegant courtyard.

As honored guests, the Dao Gate had been arranged superior accommodations.

Niu Yuanshan and Mo Qingmei, both stewards of the Dao Gate, stayed in the same courtyard for convenience in handling affairs.

Over the past few days, the two had practically eaten, lived, and traveled together…

It almost felt like they were living a life together.

At this moment, Old Niu was not in his room but sat in the courtyard, looking up at the moon.

In his hand, he held a Spiritual Tangerine grown in the Dao Gate’s Medicine Mountain, slowly peeling its skin.

As the peel came off, a faint citrus fragrance spread into the air.

Perhaps because it had been too long since he returned to his homeland—or perhaps for other reasons—after arriving at the Imperial Capital, Niu Yuanshan felt somewhat out of place.

Unaccustomed to the environment, unaccustomed to the atmosphere, even unaccustomed to the climate.

It was far colder here than at the Dao Gate.

At the Dao Gate, snow might not fall even once in a year.

But in Moon Country, snowfall was common.

Niu Yuanshan remembered that he had once been picked up by people from 【The Organization】 in a snowstorm cold enough to freeze one to death.

“Seems like… it’s going to snow?” he murmured, looking at the night sky.

Snowflakes began to fall.

He stood up, intending to knock on Mo Qingmei’s door.

In his memory, every time it snowed at the Dao Gate, Junior Sister Mo would always be especially happy.

She liked snow.

But as he stepped outside and raised his hand to knock, he stopped.

Reason kept telling him that perhaps it was better for them to remain distant.

Someone like him should not get too involved with Junior Sister Mo.

They were not people who could spend a lifetime together.

Because he liked her, he felt that her future was heavy—too heavy for him to hold, yet impossible to let go.

Just then, the door opened on its own.

Ever since that night of drinking, their relationship had grown increasingly distant.

Mo Qingmei frowned slightly and looked at him coldly.

“Steward Niu, what is it?”

Old Niu casually found an excuse and discussed a few matters about tomorrow’s competition.

After finishing, Mo Qingmei instead stepped past him, glanced at the falling snow behind him, and said:

“It’s snowing.”

Only then did Niu Yuanshan reply, “Mm, it’s snowing.”

Mo Qingmei stepped out from the room and stood beneath the eaves, watching the snow fall in the courtyard.

The woman, already middle-aged, raised her right hand and caught a snowflake.

The coolness touched her palm and slowly melted.

“Steward Niu, since coming to Moon Country, you seem somewhat distracted,” she said, still looking ahead.

Niu Yuanshan did not want to lie to her, so he remained silent.

Fortunately, Mo Qingmei did not press further.

These days, she had always kept a stern face around him.

But perhaps because she truly loved snow, tonight, a faint smile finally appeared.

For Mu Bingjiu, who had grown up in Moon Country, snow was nothing special.

Thus, he did not look at the snow—only at her from the side.

At times, Niu Yuanshan would think: if he and Junior Sister Mo were just ordinary people, without all these tangled relationships, how good that would be.

They could live together in such a courtyard, watching the snowfall side by side.

The moment this thought arose, he placed his left hand behind his back and clenched his fist tightly, his nails nearly digging into his palm, the pain forcing him to stay clear-headed.

—Mu Bingjiu, what are you thinking!?

You actually dare to imagine having such a home?

Indeed, the courtyard was large—too large for just two people, leaving it feeling empty.

But if one were to fill it with the lifetimes of people like them, it would become so crowded that it would suffocate.