Chapter 1550: Jing Mansion is hidden, an invisible barrier seal?

Jing Xiang, as the only prince of Jing Guo unable to cultivate, faced neither contempt nor ridicule. On the contrary, he was the most favored among the princes and princesses. The current king of Jing Guo was his father’s brother. However, since ascending to the throne, the king had dedicated his life to Daoism, remaining unmarried and childless, which only deepened his affection for Jing Xiang.

The other Jing family disciples of his generation had always treated him kindly and respectfully, showing him love without offense and refraining from any drama over the throne. Of course, a significant reason for this was that the members of the Jing family were largely indifferent to Jing Guo itself. Jing Guo had existed for only a few thousand years and remained inconspicuous in Xiyan Prefecture, with countless small countries like it, like sand in a river.

Moreover, Jing Guo changed its ruling family every few thousand years. From what Jing Xiang had learned during this period, the throne of Jing Guo had long been one that his father and the others had avoided, ultimately being handed to their honest uncle. No one desired to take on the role of the “cheap emperor.”

After realizing this, Jing Xiang was left in a daze for a long time, his heart filled with a sense of the bizarre and absurd. He never imagined that Jing Guo would have such a mysterious origin. As he reflected on this newfound understanding, he gradually began to believe the voice he had been hearing. Many aspects of his life, as the voice had described, were being confirmed one by one.

Now, Jing Xiang was increasingly convinced that his inability to cultivate was due to the curse on his body. He believed that as long as he resolved the curse, he could cultivate like everyone else.

“Think about it; my sister hasn’t returned for a long time. I wonder how she’s doing in Yu Xian Palace,” he mused. “I stopped her from going there, but it’s been so long, and she hasn’t contacted our family. However, Father should have a way to handle it; otherwise, he wouldn’t be so at ease letting Jing Xiao leave alone.”

Jing Xiang raised his head and glanced at the dazzling sun, muttering to himself. Only at this time each day could he hear the voice emanating from the sun. During this period, he had also been poring over some classics at home and searching for relevant records in the palace’s Scripture Pavilion. He wondered if there was a barrier, enchantment, or formation that obscured the sun’s true nature, which could only be discerned when the barrier pattern loosened at noon, allowing him to hear the sound from there.

In the past few days, Jing Xiang had also inquired about the voice, hoping to learn its identity. However, every time he posed that question, the voice would respond with a disdainful laugh but never offered an explanation. This left Jing Xiang feeling confused, prompting him to investigate on his own. Until he figured it out, he didn’t want to tell his parents, as he sensed that the voice harbored disdain and hostility toward the people of Jing Guo.

Jing Xiang had also learned many secrets about the Jing family through that voice.

“My lord, are you going to the palace again?” one of the maids asked, noticing Jing Xiang lost in thought as he began to walk out of the courtyard. The two maids hurriedly followed, eager to accompany him.

In recent days, Jing Xiang had taken to visiting the Scripture Pavilion in the palace to study ancient records, so they were quite familiar with his routine.

“You don’t need to follow me,” he replied with a nod. Although he lacked cultivation, his pace was swift, and he quickly disappeared into the courtyard.

The two maids exchanged helpless glances, their expressions tinged with regret. “I think he hasn’t given up on his future,” one of them remarked.

Even as maids, their cultivation was not insignificant; they had been trained and educated by the Jing family since childhood. Among ordinary sects, they would be considered genius cultivators. Jing Xiang had always been eager to cultivate, never giving up on his quest to read ancient texts and inquire about relevant records.

From their perspective, it was clear that despite the challenges he faced, Jing Xiang remained determined. His ongoing consultation of various ancient books and records reflected his relentless pursuit of a way to cultivate.

The two maids sighed and then turned to report the situation to Jing Xiang’s parents.

Meanwhile, in a courtyard at Jing Mansion, the prince and concubine, along with a slightly burly middle-aged man in a dragon robe, were seated around a stone table, sipping tea and engaging in conversation. The two maids quickly approached and joined the princess’s side, relaying what they had observed regarding Jing Xiang’s daze.

“Xiang’er has been going to the palace frequently, and it seems he’s still troubled by his inability to cultivate,” one maid said. Although King Jing did not openly show concern in front of Jing Xiang, he was well aware of his son’s activities during this period. Hearing this now, he couldn’t help but let out a slight sigh.

They had consulted a few ancestors about Jing Xiang’s physical condition, but even they were unable to provide assistance. Unless Jing Xiang was ordered to return to the womb and reshape his body, even the great Jing Xian would be powerless to help him.

This was a particularly strange terminal illness. It seemed that some mysterious force within Jing Xiang’s body was continuously destroying his spiritual sea; as long as there was spiritual energy present, it would wreak havoc on it. However, what that force was remained unknown and undetectable to them.

It wasn’t that they lacked the means to mend Jing Xiang’s spiritual sea. With the Jing family’s background, they could certainly procure various natural treasures. But it was Jing Xiang’s terminal illness that left them feeling helpless.

No matter how many times they attempted to repair Jing Xiang’s spiritual sea, it would inevitably break again. They had no choice but to deceive him, claiming that his issue had been resolved but that he had now become a leak-free vessel, unable to absorb or utilize spiritual energy. Such symptoms were rare throughout history and had never been seen before. Even his close friend at Yu Xian Palace, the current Palace Master, had examined him and shook his head, bluntly stating that there was nothing he could do.

“Poor Xiang’er, you can’t actually cultivate. Living a life of glory and wealth like an ordinary person isn’t so bad,” Empress Jing said, her face filled with pity and her tone laced with helplessness.

“If Xiang’er could cultivate, with his diligence and hard work, his current level of cultivation would certainly not be lower than that of Jing Xiao,” the middle-aged man in the dragon robe added in a powerful voice. He was King Jing’s eldest brother, the reigning king of Jing Guo.

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