The Prince Can Do Divination

Chapter 348 - 229: Second Life in the Underworld, Witch Clan Young Master, Great Prayer Divine Technique, Cursed Cultivation Technique

Lu Mingyuan coughed. "It’s nothing... By the way, Xiaorou, I’ve suddenly forgotten all about cultivation. Do you still remember how it’s done?"

Xiaorou smiled. "Young Master, you must be talking about the Divine Prayer Skill, right?"

"Young Master, I remember your Zhurong Prayer Technique was never up to par. You never managed to learn it. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have gotten your brain fried."

’So, you cultivate using the Divine Prayer Skill here...’

When it came to this unknown domain, Lu Mingyuan was completely illiterate.

He had nothing.

He felt completely out of his element.

’I don’t even know if I’ll be able to make it out of here in this lifetime.’

Lu Mingyuan asked Xiaorou a few general questions and finally learned what the Divine Prayer Skill was.

The people of the Holy Netherworld could only cultivate by praying for Divine Beings to bestow their blessings.

At birth, everyone was chosen by a different divine being and would receive a Divine Seal, which was the only way they could begin their Cultivation.

"By following the Lord Heavenly God and cultivating the Divine Prayer Skill, you can obtain extraordinary power."

Those were Xiaorou’s exact words.

So in the Holy Netherworld, all cultivation and power came from Divine Spirits.

This was an ancient form of Cultivation Technique.

It was related to Divine Dao Cultivation.

However, Divine Dao Cultivation had already been abandoned in the Central Plains World.

"Young Master, if you want to cultivate the Divine Prayer Skill, you’ll have to find the High Priest," Xiaorou reminded him.

"The High Priest..."

"Young Master, don’t tell me you’ve even forgotten who the High Priest of our Wild Bull Race is."

Lu Mingyuan gave an embarrassed laugh and nodded.

Xiaorou said helplessly, "Our tribe’s High Priest is none other than the Clan Mother."

"My mother?"

"Yes. The High Priest has chosen to serve in the Divine Temple, so she may be too busy. The Young Master will have to go find her yourself."

Lu Mingyuan nodded. "There’s no hurry right now."

He needed to get a better understanding of the Holy Netherworld.

"Xiaorou, does our tribe have any books?"

"Of course."

Soon, Xiaorou led Lu Mingyuan to a cellar.

Inside were many stacked boxes, filled with numerous sheepskin scrolls.

Lu Mingyuan noticed one box, placed in the very back, that was sealed with chains.

"What’s that?"

Xiaorou warned him, "Those are all cursed books. You can’t read them."

Lu Mingyuan nodded.

Xiaorou went to prepare some food, leaving Lu Mingyuan alone in the cellar to read. He lit a candle and began to look through the scrolls.

He discovered that all of these books were about the Divine Prayer Skill. The text was obscure and difficult to comprehend; there was basically nothing he could understand.

Except for one, whose script was different from all the rest.

Lu Mingyuan couldn’t resist flipping through it.

It gave a general description of the situation in the Holy Netherworld.

’It doesn’t feel like it was written by someone from the Witch Race, but rather by someone from the Central Plains World.’

The Holy Netherworld was divided into five domains: East, West, South, North, and Central. All regions had to obey the commands of the Monarch of the Great Netherworld from the Great Nether Court.

Each of the five domains was guarded by a Divine Venerable.

The Peach Blossom Goddess of the Eastern Capital Taizhi Mountain.

The Wutong Saint Mother of the Western Capital Buzong Mountain.

Emperor Wangling of the Northern Capital Daluo Feng Mountain.

The Middle Saint Liu Venerable of the Central Domain Luofu Mountain.

The Profound Yellow Bone Emperor of the Southern Capital Baodu Mountain.

The people of the Holy Netherworld lived under the protection of Divine Beings and had to hold divine rituals every year, or else they would face heavenly retribution.

Criminals and villains from the Central Plains World were often exiled to this kind of place, but hardly any of them could survive.

In a place like this, people from the Central Plains World would only be seen as outsiders.

Driven by curiosity, Lu Mingyuan still wanted to see what was inside the iron-locked box beside him.

So, he found a piece of Iron Stone, forcefully smashed open the lock, and checked to see what was inside.

He was surprised to find that inside were several Cultivation Techniques, although they were all incredibly old.

Lu Mingyuan squinted at the faded writing on the cover, barely making out the words as he read them aloud.

"Heaven-Caging Finger."

The second book.

"The Pure Maiden Sword Canon."

"Five-Qi Converging-Origin Seal."

’Aren’t all of these Cultivation Techniques from the Central Plains World?’

’Why have they all become Forbidden Techniques?’

Lu Mingyuan was utterly astonished.

The moment he opened the first page of the Heaven-Caging Finger, a strange power surged, and a thick, black-haired arm shot out, grabbing him by the collar and trying to pull him into the Cultivation Technique.

’Not only can I not cultivate it... there’s even a risk of being killed by it?’

Lu Mingyuan struggled desperately, but he couldn’t resist the hand’s power.

Just as he was about to be dragged inside...

A cheerful voice rang out from the cellar entrance.

"Young Master, the High Priest is back to see you!"

Xiaorou’s eyes widened when she saw the scene. "Young Master!"

Just then, a cold female voice drifted down from the cellar entrance.

"Netherworld Prayer God Skill, Exorcism."

In an instant, a burst of Karmic Fire erupted from the void, burning the large hand in front of Lu Mingyuan to nothing. The Cultivation Technique fell to the ground and turned into a pile of ash.

"Why were you reading a forbidden book?"

A dignified woman with a slender figure spoke in a flat tone. She was draped in a wide black robe, held a wooden staff, and had a Divine Fire Pattern on her brow.

"I just wanted to take a look..."

Lu Mingyuan wiped the sweat from his forehead.

’He never would have imagined that the so-called ’curse’ would manifest in such a way. It was simply too outrageous.’

The dignified woman said coldly to Xiaorou, "You were negligent in watching over the Young Master. As punishment, you will serve three days in confinement."

"Yes..."

Having received her orders, Xiaorou left, dejected.

After speaking, the dignified woman walked over to Lu Mingyuan and circled him again and again, her cold eyes constantly sizing him up.

「After a long moment.」

"I knew it. How could my son be revived so easily? Coming back from the dead... even the Lord Heavenly God would find that difficult to achieve."

She asked in a cold tone, "Who are you?"

Lu Mingyuan’s pupils shrank. Clearly surprised, he lowered his head and said, "Mother, what do you mean by that?"

The dignified woman’s expression was placid, completely unmoved. "You are not my son."

Lu Mingyuan wondered if he had asked too many questions, allowing her to see through his facade.

The dignified woman turned around, holding her staff.

"We of the Witch Race have, since ancient times, been a people favored by the divine, who communicate with the heavens. We are most familiar with the Spirit Communication Gu Technique. Though you may inhabit my son’s body, your soul is completely different."

’This is the first time I’ve encountered a situation like this. I can be seen through by the people here, even in the Scroll World?’

’Isn’t that ridiculous?’

"What are you going to do?" Lu Mingyuan asked in a low voice.

The dignified woman turned her head again to look at Lu Mingyuan. She leaned down, her expression serious, and caressed his face as she spoke.

"I originally thought it was impossible for my son to be resurrected. I was just about to go settle accounts with the Netherworld Tiger Tribe. When I heard you had come back to life, I rushed back immediately. Even knowing it was impossible, I still came back. Do you know why?"

Sitting on the floor, Lu Mingyuan was stunned. He shook his head.

A nostalgic look crossed the dignified woman’s face, and her features softened with a maternal glow. She closed her eyes helplessly and said, "It is ten thousand times better for my son to be alive than dead. The Wild Bull Race cannot be without its Young Master. Even if you are an impostor, you must continue this charade. Otherwise, I will not spare you."

"I understand."

Lu Mingyuan nodded firmly.

The dignified woman calmly stood up and instructed:

"No matter who you are, you are to stay alive."

"Furthermore, remember the two basic rules here."

"First, trust no one outside of the tribe."

"Second, until you have cultivated to the Divine Venerable Realm, do not go out at night."

Lu Mingyuan thought for a moment, then asked, "Can I still call you Mother?"

"You may."

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