"Eunuch Jin, where are we heading?"
Chen Mo followed behind the Golden Crow and asked aloud.
After the court assembly ended, he originally intended to leave with his father, but was stopped by Eunuch Jin, who led him away from the crowd, heading deep into the palace.
Eunuch Jin smiled and said, "This ti, Mr. Chen has made great achievents, and Her Majesty the Empress asked to take you to the Heavenly Armory to receive your rewards."
Hearing this, Chen Mo just rembered that the rewards for his achievents included not only a promotion and titles but also the qualification to enter the Third Floor of Heaven Martial Vault.
"Is there any need to rush? Usually, you wait for a decree before proceeding, right?" asked Chen Mo, confused.
Eunuch Jin shook his head and said, "Delays lead to changes; best to claim early for peace of mind."
Chen Mo frowned slightly, sensing that there was more to Eunuch Jin's words.
He wanted to continue inquiring, but seeing Eunuch Jin's gesture for silence, seemingly aware of sothing, he closed his mouth and said no more.
The two proceeded along the palace path.
Eunuch Jin glanced at Chen Mo from the corner of his eye, his expression sowhat complicated.
On the day at the temple, he was certain that Chen Mo hadn't hidden his strength; he was genuinely of the Fourth Rank Realm.
Yet now, in just two re days, he had entered the Heavenly Human Realm, and from the restrained divine light in his eyes, it was clear he wasn't rely in the 'Body Integration' stage; he very likely had reached the 'Spirit Connection' stage!
As a First Grade Grandmaster, Eunuch Jin naturally understood what this ant.
No matter what extraordinary opportunities one encounters, achieving this level is impossible solely through such ans; the only explanation is 'Heavenly Destiny'.
Throughout history, every few centuries, soone would suddenly rise like a cot, dominating their era with a strength that defied logic.
These individuals seed blessed by Heavenly Destiny; whatever they wished to accomplish, no matter how difficult, would undoubtedly succeed, as if so power was clearing obstacles from their path.
Such people are collectively known as the 'Heavenly Destiny People'.
Whether it was the Daoist Ancestor who founded the Tianshu Pavilion, or the founder of an empire, they embodied the Heavenly Destiny of their respective eras.
Now, more than seven hundred years have passed since the passing of the founder, the world is chaotic, the nation's fate is wavering, and coupled with the previous Daoist Venerable's prophecy, signs of the ergence of a Heavenly Destiny Person are increasingly apparent...
Eunuch Jin initially thought it would be Yu Youhan, given how excessively strong that woman was.
But now it seems otherwise.
Strength is not the sole criterion for assessing a Heavenly Destiny Person; the most important factor is 'luck'.
From the mont Chen Mo began to show his prowess, he continuously solved major cases, slew Heavenly Demons, toppled the Prince Yu Mansion... each ti seed perilous yet managed to avert danger smoothly.
In just half a year, he has grown to this point.
The luck is simply exaggerated!
Aside from being blessed by destiny, it's hard to think of another explanation!
"If it's you, that would be best... no, it must be you! It definitely has to be you!" Eunuch Jin withdrew his gaze, his hand inside his sleeve quietly clenched.
The two continued silently, arriving at the entrance of the Heavenly Armory.
The pitch-black doors remained closed, with two Black Armor Guards standing like statues, motionless.
Gazing at the grand structure, Chen Mo felt a mixture of emotions.
This was already his third visit to the Heavenly Armory.
Normally, he would banter with the Imperial Consort and the Empress, occasionally visiting the Heavenly Armory to update his equipnt... it was as if the harem had been opened just for him...
Eunuch Jin stepped forward and presented a Yellow Decree.
A gleam flashed from the gap in the door, and the closed doors automatically opened.
Entering the building, the long corridor was lined with dozens of stone statues on both sides, featuring burly Armored Soldiers and fierce Alien Beasts, casting vague shadows in the light of bronze wall lamps.
Every ti he passed through this corridor, Chen Mo felt a creepy sensation, as if sothing within the shadows was spying on him.
Passing through the curtain at the end of the corridor, entering the interior of the Heavenly Armory, the view suddenly beca bright, revealing rows of shelves filled with treasures, with a long table placed at the entrance where an elder in black sleeves was dozing off.
Knock Knock—
Eunuch Jin raised his hand to rap on the table.
"Old man, stop sleeping, get up to greet guests."
"Why are you knocking, so annoying."
The old man rubbed his sleepy eyes, his face full of impatience, his cloudy eyes swept over Chen Mo, slightly taken aback.
"It's you again, kid?"
"In just a few months, you've been here three tis, how many achievents have you made? You wouldn't be using connections, would you?"
The backdoor hasn't been used yet, but it's probably imminent...
Chen Mo, knowing the old man's temperant, didn't get angry, and shook his head, saying, "Just lucky."
"That's a bit too lucky though..." the old man mumbled, raising his eyes to Eunuch Jin and asking, "Still the second floor this ti?"
"Third floor." Eunuch Jin placed the yellow paper on the table.
"What?!"
The old man's pupils contracted abruptly!
Then, he quickly sat up straight, picked up the yellow paper, and examined it carefully.
After a mont, he raised his head sowhat stiffly, incredulous, saying, "Kid, what on earth did you do to gain the qualification to enter the Third Floor of Heaven Martial Vault?!"
"It's a long story." Chen Mo hesitated.
"Then make it short!" The old man frowned.
"Uh, I got the Crown Prince stirring things up, and also eliminated the Heir of Prince Yu... that's about it." Chen Mo summarized simply.
?
The old man's Adam's apple moved, swallowing hard.
Chu Heng...
Dead?
That was one of the last remaining mbers of the Imperial Family, could it be...
The old man's expression turned serious, whispering, "Has His Highness confird?"
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