Chapter 147 Origin of My Background 1
Chen Zui and Zhu Caining both responded in unison, "Okay."
Back in his room, Ye Shang didn't go to sleep immediately. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the sofa to consolidate his cultivation.
Having just advanced, the Golden Core is still somewhat unstable; perhaps the energy available for cultivation in this place is too limited.
No matter how hard you cultivate, it's never as fast as using energy stones; that's how difficult cultivation is in the apocalypse.
Even after advancing, the benefits from the Heavenly Tribulation are not as great as those from the Xuan Tian Continent.
Moreover, she was wearing a robe comparable to that of a cultivator at the Tribulation Transcending stage, so the Heavenly Tribulation did not cause her any harm.
Even if she cultivates like this now, it still won't be as fast as absorbing the core stone or energy stone of a high-level zombie.
Ye Shang was circulating the Energy Control Technique. This technique was special, at least for now, it allowed her to cultivate normally, undergo tribulations, and improve her cultivation level.
She hadn't intended to go into seclusion, but her consciousness gradually sank into it.
When she realized it, for a moment, she wanted to curse.
The same old routine, the same old flavor, it's still that mysterious black hole.
This time, however, something was different: a purple stone appeared in the black hole.
Ye Shang was almost as if he had been inexplicably pulled into the Xuan Tian Continent back then.
The difference this time is that she is conscious.
After entering the purple stone, Ye Shang's consciousness drifted in the air.
Sure enough, this is the Xuan Tian Continent, but this location is in the central part of the Xuan Tian Continent, in a bustling capital city.
The human realm of the Xuan Tian Continent is still controlled by the imperial power, but members of the royal family also cultivate.
Ye Shang's consciousness was transported to the eaves of a wealthy family's house, where she silently observed everything.
Strangely enough, she felt a sense of familiarity, and even a bit of repulsion.
Then, a nanny came out carrying a baby and excitedly said, "Your Highness, it's a little princess."
Prince Duan was dressed in magnificent robes and had the appearance of a handsome middle-aged man.
The Prince Duan's mansion was powerful and influential; even the nanny was a master at the Nascent Soul stage.
With a stern face, he said, "Change it."
Then a guard stepped forward, took the little princess from the nanny's arms, and carried her away.
Although she was called a nanny, she looked extremely young. She watched the guard's departing figure with a pained expression.
At this moment, the baby let out a cry, a continuous, persistent sound.
From near to far.
Suddenly, thunder and rainstorms broke out in the sky, giving no one a chance to calm down, and large raindrops began to fall all at once.
Suddenly, a downpour began, the sound of which was so loud that it completely drowned out the baby's cries.
Prince Duan looked at the gloomy sky, his face devoid of any smile, and asked, "Has it been brought over?"
The old nanny on the other side, who looked older but had a more profound cultivation level and was in the Integration Stage, always had a faint smile on her face. Hearing the Prince Duan's question, she stepped forward and said, "It has already been sent to the Princess Consort."
Prince Duan pondered for a moment and then said, "Hmm."
Ye Shang leaned against the beam under the eaves, calmly watching this scene.
A short while later, the old woman brought out another child, but the smile on her face wasn't as genuine as it had been at the beginning.
"Congratulations, Your Highness, it's a young prince."
Prince Duan suddenly laughed, took the baby, and examined his aptitude: "Haha, good."
Nowadays, there are many powerful families, and power is dispersed. He already has eight daughters and doesn't need any more. He only wants a son, but none of the women in his household can give birth to one.
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