Chapter 1605: 101 Beizhou! Profound Pills Codex_4

Chapter 1605: Chapter 101 Beizhou! Profound Pills Codex_4

It was a quintessential alchemy room, with a flowing stream introduced at the entrance, small ventilation windows on all four sides of the roof, and carved figures of four divine beasts perched on the eaves—each exuding the distinct style of the Divine Martial Era.

Master Danding bowed deeply in the direction of this building.

However, even after waiting for the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, there was no response.

Master Danding bowed once more, repeating his earlier words, but still received no reply.

His brows furrowed slightly, yet he reassured the group, saying, “Perhaps the venerable Artifact Spirit is resting. Let us wait a while before calling on him again.”

“Yes, Master,” the group replied unanimously, settling into patient anticipation.

Meanwhile, as everyone waited.

A flying carriage was cutting through the skies outside the ruins’ space, weaving through the swirling mists as it soared toward this marine territory.

The flying carriage was ancient and imposing in design, its cabin spacious, pulled by two Level Seven Azure Luans.

In flight, the Azure Luans moved with graceful elegance; their azure feathers shimmered with a flowing brilliance under the sunlight, appearing both dignified and regal.

The elderly driver radiated sophistication and inscrutable depth, his very demeanor reflecting the extraordinary identity of the arriving figure.

The interior of the carriage was opulent to the extreme, with sheer silk curtains flowing gently, and a low table adorned with a red copper incense burner shaped into intricate floral patterns—a masterpiece of exceptional craftsmanship, releasing tendrils of smoke that transformed the space into a garden akin to the fabled Immortal Palace, brimming with ethereal charm.

The faint smoke carried a delicate aroma that filled the entire cabin, reminiscent of a secluded valley blooming with nocturnal flowers, serene and enduring.

Such meticulous artistry could only be executed by the most skilled artisans, and even among the codified treasures of the most elite Third Grade Prominent Families, it would be considered rare and prized—never casually displayed in a carriage. Yet within this particular cabin, similarly exquisite artifacts were scattered about with seeming indifference.

This alone demonstrated the exceedingly noble status of the carriage’s owner.

On one side of the cabin, a young woman dressed in a black starlight brocade gown sat by the window, gazing out at the mist-shrouded Cluster Reef Ghost Sea.

Her face was veiled, her features obscured, leaving only the striking crimson mark at the center of her brow—a hue as rich as vermillion—standing out vividly, accentuating her porcelain-like skin, flawless and supple.

Under the soft lamplight enveloping her, her starlight brocade gown refracted delicate strands of starlight, as if the heavens themselves reflected across her attire—a poetic silhouette imbued with the mysterious allure of night.

Opposite her sat an elderly woman dressed in equally somber black.

Her hair was meticulously coiled atop her head, though streaked with silver; her skin was shriveled and lined, revealing her advanced age.

“Luo Jia,” the old woman rasped, addressing the girl with an aged but firm voice, “This will be the last time I indulge your defiance. If His Majesty seeks retribution, how can a mere old woman like me—or my family—bear the wrath of the Great Emperor?”

“You have nothing to worry about, Ling Mother,” the girl’s voice was cool yet melodious, captivating in its tone. “After compiling decades of investigation and intelligence, I am ninety percent certain that the final resting place of True Monarch Profound Pill lies right here.”

“I trust you, and I’m willing to assist you,” Ling Mother replied with a doting gaze. “I know you wish to wrestle control of your own destiny. But you must promise me—if you successfully inherit the Profound Pills Codex this time, so be it. If, perchance, you fail, you must return for the matchmaking conference. Everything must yield to the greater good.”

This young woman was none other than the renowned Duchess of Luo Jia of the Beizhou Imperial Household—destined to become Princess Luo Jia.

As unending streams of young elites from across the land converged upon Beizhou in hopes of winning her hand, they would never imagine that the Duchess of Luo Jia, the very fulcrum of their ambitions, was at this moment embroiled in her own struggles and planning for her future.

“Yes, Ling Mother, I will adhere to your words.”

The Duchess of Luo Jia replied decisively, though her serene eyes betrayed an unwavering determination and confidence.

After such prolonged preparation, exhaustive scheming, and pinpointing the location of a codex with such painstaking precision—

This time, the Profound Pills Codex, she vowed to claim as her own!

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