My Sword Immortal Wife Has Gone Berserk - Chapter 33:

Chapter 33: First Entry into the Celestial Observatory

Having been reborn, Lin Ce already knew the fate from his past life. His true destiny was that of the Lone Star shining alone.

From the moment he was born, he had been plagued by the Frost Marrow Curse. A massive hand behind the scenes shrouded his future, hell-bent on killing him.

In that case, he would defy this damned fate.

“Are you sure? If Senior Brother checks it, he might be able to give you some suggestions to break the pattern.” Fang Yun was someone who followed her emotions. If she weren’t, she wouldn’t have presented herself in such a disheveled appearance. Since fate had brought her and Lin Ce together, she naturally wouldn’t sit by and do nothing.

“No need,” Lin Ce smiled calmly.

Li’er, however, was clearly dissatisfied. “You really just spout nonsense!”

“First you said Young Master and you are fated, then you said he’s being manipulated. Do you ever speak anything decent?”

She glared at Fang Yun with distaste.

As expected, people only liked hearing pleasant words. Speaking unpleasant truths only made one unwelcome. Fang Yun looked detached from worldly matters, her long hair covering her face, concealing her stunning beauty. If it weren’t for her partially open robe and the figure beneath revealing her femininity, some might truly have mistaken her for a wandering lunatic.

“Li’er, don’t be rude,” Lin Ce stopped her. She had been by his side since childhood, and since he was easygoing, he had never disciplined her. That was how she became so headstrong.

“I’ve already read your fortune. Now, when will you teach me how to break the Star River Dream formation?” Fang Yun asked eagerly.

For a mystic to be so obsessed with chess—perhaps only Fang Yun in the entire Celestial Observatory was like this.

“I can teach you, but not here. Find a more secluded place.”

Lin Ce responded lightly, then added, “How about the Celestial Observatory? I’ve never been there. I’d like to take a look.”

“Of course! Follow me—I’ll show you the grandeur of our Celestial Observatory today!” Fang Yun’s personality was loud and carefree, lacking any ladylike reserve.

“Li’er, help me inform Uncle that I’ve gone to the Celestial Observatory. Also, let Uncle-in-law know.” Lin Ce arranged things, but Li’er’s face was full of concern.

“Young Master, have you forgotten today is the fifteenth?”

Both Li Jingchun and Qin Shizhong were very concerned about Lin Ce. Today was a crucial day, and Lin Ce was still running around. If the Frost Marrow Curse flared up, it could be disastrous.

“Don’t worry. I’ve dealt with it for so many years—I know how to manage it.” Lin Ce gently held her small hand to reassure her. “I’ll be back soon. Who knows, maybe I can even ask the Chief Astrologer for help.”

“The Chief Astrologer is the top Heaven-Man Realm expert in the Great Zhou Empire. If he steps in, resolving the Frost Marrow Curse in my body should be effortless.”

Li’er thought it over carefully—it did make sense.

The Chief Astrologer was known for his incredible power. Rumor had it he had lived for over 200 years. His mystique was beyond normal comprehension—even the Emperor held him in great respect.

Someone like that might truly be able to break the Frost Marrow Curse.

Seeing Li’er no longer object, Lin Ce followed Fang Yun to the Celestial Observatory.

The Celestial Observatory was located in Osmanthus Alley.

Osmanthus Alley was the area in Bianjing closest to the imperial palace. The whole district had low buildings—only the towering nine-story structure in the center stood out.

The massive tower occupied a vast area, shaped like a giant spire.

Each level had eight upturned eaves.

As the ancients said, each eave represented a world. Nine levels with eight eaves each meant seventy-two worlds—symbolizing the ever-changing nature of the heavens.

Beneath each eave hung a bell. Though the wind blew, not a single bell moved—utterly still, as if frozen in time.

Below the nine-level tower was a vast complex, with people constantly moving to and fro—all disciples of the Celestial Observatory, each with formidable cultivation.

This place didn’t merely observe the stars. Due to the Chief Astrologer’s powerful methods, it had gathered elites from across the martial world to form divisions for alchemy, astrology, intelligence, surveillance, assassination, and more.

The Celestial Observatory functioned more like an imperial intelligence agency within the Great Zhou Empire, wielding immense power.

Kill first, report later—granted authority by the Emperor.

Even members of the royal family avoided them.

Most feared that someone with too much power would threaten the throne, but the Celestial Observatory never feared such things. They reported only to the Emperor, and besides the Chief Astrologer, they obeyed no one.

This was true imperial authority.

However, because of the Chief Astrologer’s presence, the Emperor rarely intervened in the observatory’s matters. The Chief often secluded himself, leaving all major affairs to his nine disciples.

Now that Fang Yun was leading, Lin Ce naturally entered without trouble.

“What do you think? Isn’t the Celestial Observatory huge?” Fang Yun boasted proudly. She was over twenty now but still a bit immature.

Lin Ce treated her like a child.

“It’s indeed large. But with those towering walls, it feels more like a prison. Easy to enter, hard to leave.”

One casual comment struck a nerve in Fang Yun.

She fell silent and simply continued leading Lin Ce inside. Lin Ce realized he’d said something wrong.

She had been bound to the Celestial Observatory since childhood—not that she couldn’t leave physically, but that she was never free to live her own life. Leaving was easy, but escaping her role was nearly impossible. As the fourth disciple, her identity would mark her for life.

Along the way, many disciples cupped their hands respectfully toward Fang Yun.

Several even rushed over holding a gourd, faces anxious as they addressed her.

“Senior Sister, where have you been? His Majesty is requesting Dragon Tiger Pills again. Please, can you make a few more?”

The disciple was drenched in sweat, visibly nervous.

Behind him were several eunuchs dressed in black. Though they said nothing, their very presence was chilling.

“I know.” Fang Yun snatched the gourd without any pleasantries. As she opened the lid, a thick, pungent smell wafted out.

The odor startled even Lin Ce.

“Mountain Lord’s Blood!”

It was the antidote to the first poison of the Frost Marrow Curse—the Northern Ice Spider venom!

In the entire Great Zhou Empire, only the Celestial Observatory had access to such a thing. Just yesterday, Lin Ce had asked the Fragrant Butterfly Pavilion to search for it—and now he saw it here!

As expected, if you needed something, the Celestial Observatory was the most reliable place to find it.

“Senior Sister, please hurry. The eunuchs are waiting…” the disciple was close to tears. The eunuchs behind him wore threatening expressions.

Ordinarily, no one would dare pressure a Celestial Observatory disciple.

But these eunuchs were no ordinary ones—they were the Emperor’s personal attendants.

And the Dragon Tiger Pills they requested were top-secret in Bianjing.

“Senior Sister Fang, who is this?” one of the older eunuchs stepped forward. His piercing gaze locked onto Lin Ce.

The matter of the Emperor requesting Dragon Tiger Pills was highly confidential.

Even within the Celestial Observatory, very few knew.

Now there was one more person—Lin Ce—and that was a problem.

“Damn…” Lin Ce’s heart sank. He had just overheard something very serious.

“He’s a new alchemy assistant. I need his help refining the pills.” Fang Yun furrowed her brow and responded coldly.

“In that case, hurry up and make them.”

“If His Majesty is displeased, even we servants won’t be spared.” The eunuch’s smile was cold, his tone laced with threat.