Cultivation: I Can Traverse Otherworlds

City Lord’s Mansion.

”Father!”

Situ Kongli rushed over to Situ Sheng as he walked out of a room and asked urgently,

”How is Second Uncle?”

”...” Situ Sheng slowly shook his head, his face twisting in a bitter expression.

”His Dharma Aspect was destroyed. Even if we can save his life, his Cultivation is completely crippled. He’ll be left in a daze, a shell of his former self.”

”Knowing my second brother’s personality, he would rather die!”

The Divine Soul Dharma Form originates from the Sea of Consciousness Divine Thought. A destroyed Dharma Aspect means the Divine Thought is damaged, turning one into a complete cripple.

Forget about cultivating Magic—he wouldn’t even be on par with an ordinary person.

Situ Kongli took a step back, her face deathly pale.

”How could this happen?”

”Tell me everything that happened today, in detail,” Situ Sheng said grimly, taking a deep breath.

”This matter must not, under any circumstances, be leaked. If outsiders learn that both my second brother and I are incapacitated... the Situ Family will be facing imminent disaster.”

The rebellion at the General’s Mansion had already inflicted heavy losses on the Situ Family, with many Mages and Magicians losing their lives in the fighting.

If even a Great Mage...

The consequences would be unimaginable!

The rebellion has only just ended. It will take time to regroup, and absolutely nothing can go wrong during this period.

”Yes.” Situ Kongli gritted her teeth, her head buzzing. Overwhelmed by shock and fear, she recounted the sequence of events.

”Silk Ridge?”

Upon hearing that they had encountered people from Silk Ridge on the way, Situ Sheng’s expression darkened.

’Too much of a coincidence!’

”How could they just happen to run into you?”

’If the people of Silk Ridge are aware of the Situ Family’s every move, then the situation has probably already been leaked.’

”Zhu Ju...”

Composing himself, he asked slowly,

”In your opinion, what is this Young Master Zhu’s level of strength?”

”He is not a True Man, but he is comparable to one,” Situ Kongli stated grimly.

”His Physical Body, Magical Power, and Divine Soul are all a notch weaker than a True Man’s, but his overall strength far surpasses that of a Peak Great Mage.”

”If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I would never have believed such a person could exist.”

”Indeed,” Situ Sheng mused thoughtfully.

”How could such a person exist in this world?”

”However...”

”He might be the Situ Family’s only hope right now.”

Upon hearing this, Situ Kongli’s head snapped up.

......

The City Lord’s Mansion was vast, its courtyards deep and secluded. Long corridors and stone pavilions interconnected, forming a veritable labyrinth.

However, after being ravaged by rebellious soldiers, many of its buildings had collapsed.

Rebuilding would take time. Even the place where the Situ Family usually received guests had to be temporarily moved elsewhere.

”Immortal Master Zhu.”

A man dressed as a steward gestured forward.

”The City Lord is waiting inside.”

”Mm.”

Zhu Ju nodded and stepped into a reception hall.

Two people were seated inside the hall.

Seated in the center was a man with sharp, distinguished features and a dignified air—none other than Situ Sheng, the City Lord of Yidu City and the current patriarch of the Situ Family.

Compared to the banquet a few days ago, Situ Sheng seemed much more haggard today, with a few more wrinkles etched on his face.

The other person, with bright eyes, pearly teeth, and willow-leaf brows, was dressed in flowing light gauze. Her radiant beauty identified her as Situ Kongli.

Situ Kongli had clearly taken great care with her appearance. Even Zhu Ju, who had met her several times, was momentarily stunned.

’Beautiful!’

’A delicate, fragile kind of beauty.’

It was a stark contrast to the aggressive, sharp, and almost masculine killing intent she had projected before. This look was far more likely to evoke a sense of pity and protectiveness.

Averting his gaze, he clasped his fists in a salute.

”This junior, Zhu Ju, pays his respects to City Lord Situ.”

”Haha...” Situ Sheng laughed heartily.

”I’ve been hearing Young Master Zhu’s name quite often lately. A Physical Body that can withstand the Divine Techniques of a Great Mage... I have never heard of such a thing. My daughter even calls you an anomaly in the world of Magic.”

”My daughter and her group were able to return safely this time entirely thanks to your assistance, Young Master Zhu. Including this time...”

”My daughter owes you her life twice over!”

”Kongli will never forget the debt of you saving my life, Young Master Zhu!” Situ Kongli rose and bowed deeply.

”You are both too kind,” Zhu Ju replied with a fist clasp.

”I was simply doing what was expected of me.”

”Providing the Iron Evil Stones, killing Yuanye, and killing the Yanshi’s disciple, Tie Yan... I have remembered each and every one of these deeds,” Situ Sheng said with a smile, speaking slowly.

”At the banquet that day, it was difficult to speak with you in depth, Young Master Zhu, but I have not forgotten that you are a benefactor of the City Lord’s Mansion.”

”Kongli.”

He was, after all, a City Lord. Even if he intended to show goodwill, he kept it brief. He turned the conversation and looked at his daughter.

”Yes,” Situ Kongli replied.

”Take Young Master Zhu to the Library Pavilion. Do not be negligent.”

”Yes.”

Situ Kongli gestured.

”This way, Young Master.”

”Thank you for your trouble,” Zhu Ju nodded.

”City Lord, I will take my leave.”

After bidding farewell, the two left the reception hall, one following the other. Along the way, Situ Kongli spoke, her voice laced with apology.

”Please don’t be offended, Young Master. My second uncle’s injuries are severe, and my father is deeply worried. On top of that, he has had too many matters to handle and too many people to see these past two days, so he couldn’t ask you to stay and talk at length. In truth, my father has wanted to have a proper talk with you for some time.”

”It’s understandable,” Zhu Ju said, showing he understood.

”The Lord City Lord is a busy man. It is I who has been shameless in asking for a Method, causing him trouble.”

”How could you say that, Young Master Zhu?”

Situ Kongli said,

”If you hadn’t helped us this time, Young Master Zhu, my second uncle and I would have likely died at Poison Wolf Stronghold.”

”This way, please!”

Turning at the end of the path, she led Zhu Ju to a three-story pavilion. After giving instructions to the guards at the door, she pushed it open and went inside.

”The original Library Pavilion was destroyed, but fortunately, all the books were collected in advance and are temporarily stored here.”

”Fire!”

With a flick of her finger, several streams of eerie, emerald Ghost Fire ignited in the pitch-black pavilion.

Ghost Fire only burns things with a spirit and leaves mundane objects untouched, which paradoxically made it the best method for both illumination and fire prevention.

”The Situ Family established itself when Yidu was founded. Our lineage has been passed down for nine generations, spanning over two hundred years.”

Gazing at the many scriptures and scrolls in the room, Situ Kongli spoke with a touch of emotion,

”Over all these years, besides our family’s inherited Magic, we have collected fifty-three types of Visualization Techniques and no fewer than a thousand other spells.”