163: Rebirth of the Spy Playing House!

Nangong Jing, with a slightly youthful face, possessed an inherently assertive and heroic aura between her brows.

A hint of doubt flashed in her eyes as she asked from above, “You’ve heard my story?”

“No, your face is full of stories.”

Meng Yun stood up, completely unconcerned by the noble aura she naturally exuded, and walked in a circle around her.

Tsk tsk.

It really is Nangong Jing?

However, at this moment, she didn't have the decadence of someone who, ten thousand years later, would see through the world's cold realities and have no hobby other than fighting; instead, she was quite vibrant and full of vigor…

“How dare you! How dare you disrespect the Princess!”

Bodyguards outside the door, seeing this scene, all showed anger, and some even gripped the Tang swords at their waists, their spiritual energy drawn but not yet unleashed!

Meng Yun remained unconcerned, casually glancing at the captain of the guards, and the aura of a Golden Core peak cultivator instantly burst forth from him.

“Damn it…

This body is only at the Golden Core peak?!”

Meng Yun felt speechless.

After thousands of years of turmoil, everything starts anew.

But.

While Meng Yun felt his strength was meager, others did not think so!

“Golden… Golden Core?!”

The captain of the guards' expression subtly changed, his grip on his Tang sword tightening and loosening, then tightening again!

One must know that even his strength was only at the Golden Core peak, and he was already over fifty years old!

This young man, barely twenty years old, was also at the Golden Core peak?

What was his origin!

The captain of the guards had served nobles for many years, so his vision was naturally extraordinary. In his understanding, a young man who reached the Golden Core peak at twenty years old either possessed monstrous talent or had a powerful background!

He was certainly not someone a small captain of guards was qualified to deal with!

Seemingly noticing the captain of the guards' hesitation, Nangong Jing spoke at the opportune moment: “It's fine, I am unharmed.”

With a casual wave of her hand, the captain of the guards, still full of surprise and uncertainty, slowly loosened his grip on the sword hilt.

He couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Almost simultaneously, Meng Yun's soul rapidly completed its fusion with this body, and his memories synchronized.

This body was also named Meng Yun, and his appearance was exactly like his own.

However…

Hmm… how to put it?

This Meng Yun seemed to be a… traitor sent by Xuanwu Heaven to White Tiger Heaven!

His purpose was to set up a forward outpost, preparing for Xuanwu Heaven's future dismemberment of the Tianjian Dynasty and the plundering of its population!

Oh my goodness?

In this transmigration, due to the Demon Seed interfering with the timeline, the timeline was advanced to before the Tianjian Dynasty's downfall?

At this point in time, Wu Yinyao and the others should have just defeated the White Tiger Heaven Demon Seed, still preoccupied with their own affairs.

Thus, caught off guard, the Tianjian Dynasty was completely taken by the people of Xuanwu Heaven!

The reason Meng Yun appeared in the Princess's residence was because he played a role-playing game: when his accomplices attempted to subvert the imperial power, he stepped forward in time and became the Heavenly Sword Night Watchman!

He was severely wounded!

Because of this, he was revered as a righteous warrior by the royal family, and Princess Nangong Jing, acting on a whim, personally requested to keep him in her residence and settle him well.

He lay there for half a month.

If Meng Yun hadn't suddenly transmigrated here and awakened, Nangong Jing might have almost forgotten his existence!

“Well then… I love Infernal Affairs.” Meng Yun sighed inwardly, smiling at Nangong Jing:

“To meet you in this way is truly an unexpected turn of events.”

Nangong Jing's brows furrowed upon hearing this.

She was now just eighteen, and her strength was only at the early Golden Core stage.

But even so, she was already a Heavenly Talent in her own right.

At least, she prided herself on being able to dominate her generation within the Tianjian Dynasty.

But now, this “righteous warrior” who appeared out of nowhere actually had a cultivation level above hers. How could she remain calm!

Only by defeating him across cultivation levels could she defend her reputation as the Princess of the Three Altars and Sea Assembly, unrivaled under heaven and across the universe!

“Young Master Meng, are your injuries healed?”

Nangong Jing squinted, seriously examining Meng Yun, as if trying to discern the origin of his cultivation.

“Meng…” Meng Yun frowned: “Who told you my surname is Meng?”

“That day, Young Master Meng was severely wounded and on the verge of death, and he said he was from the capital… Um, he said his surname was Meng and his given name was Yun.” Nangong Jing said, puzzled.

“Heh heh,” Meng Yun waved his hand with a free and easy smile: “Not so, not so. At that time, I trusted no one, which is why I reported a false name.

Now that Your Highness the Princess has taken such good care of me, it would be impolite for me to continue using a false name.”

Meng Yun also had his own calculations.

Since this half of his soul had completely erased its karma, there was naturally no risk of being noticed by the Demon Seed.

Better safe than sorry; changing his name again would undoubtedly be even more secure.

“Oh? May I know your true name, Young Master?”

“My surname is Yu. When I was born, there were four directional unusual phenomena, and a divine halberd descended, radiating astonishing might…”

“So you are Yu, Ji, Ba?”

“…I am ashamed, I am Yu Jingshen.” Meng Yun cupped his hands and smiled.

Yu Jingshen, I'm sorry.

He certainly didn't dare to use Eastern Abyss's name again.

“Yu Jingshen?” Nangong Jing murmured:

“Surname Yu? No wonder you had to hide your name.

The Champion Marquis, whose entire family was executed twenty years ago, wasn't his surname Yu?

Yu Jingshen, are you perhaps a descendant of the Champion Marquis Yu family?”

Meng Yun: = ͟ ͟ ͞ ͞ = ͟ ͟ ͞ ͞ ( ● ⁰ ꈊ ⁰ ● | | | )!!!

Seeing Meng Yun's look of shock, Nangong Jing chuckled: “Relax, my imperial father will not hold you accountable for past dynastic matters.”

Meng Yun then relaxed.

At his current Golden Core level, he absolutely could not put himself in danger!

He might be silenced by a powerful cultivator if he wasn't careful!

The most urgent task was to cling to Nangong Jing's thigh and lie low if possible!

The only thing to note was—

He was one of the few traitors who successfully infiltrated the upper echelons of the Tianjian Dynasty.

As long as he got rid of the other traitors, then when Xuanwu Heaven would make its move against the Tianjian Dynasty would be entirely up to him!

He once wanted to get along with everyone as an ordinary person, but all he got was being ignored.

I'm not pretending anymore, I'm laying my cards on the table!

I am the undercover agent Yu Zechen!

“Your gaze is a bit odd, you know.” Nangong Jing was half-believing, watching Meng Yun for a moment before letting go of the matter:

“Once your injuries are fully healed, you will represent the Tianjian Dynasty with me in the Dynasty Ranking Battle. If you can't win a single match, you'll be thrown into the imperial prison!”

“Into the imperial prison again?” Meng Yun pouted.

His experiences of catching mice and eating beef in the Wu Dynasty's great prison seemed vivid in his mind.

Can't think about it anymore!

Beef…

Ugh~~

“Are you that scared?” Nangong Jing looked at Meng Yun's retching and smiled faintly: “Just win for me.”

Meng Yun retched for a while, constantly visualizing the faces of beauties like Wu Yinyao, Vivian, Shangguan Qing, and Luo Mian, which made him feel a bit better.

“Dynasty Ranking Battle? What's it for? When is it, what are the rules?”

“You ask a lot of questions.” For some reason, Nangong Jing was quite patient with this Yu Jingshen and answered each question:

“You can generally understand it as a ranking competition specially organized by White Tiger Heaven for dynasties to fairly distribute resources.

At that time, the Four Directional Heaven Domain will each compete, and rankings will be determined through successive eliminations.

The rankings are set as one spot for a First-Grade Dynasty, three spots for a Second-Grade Dynasty, and five spots for a Third-Grade Dynasty.

The Third-Grade and above Dynasties from the Four Directional Heaven Domain will ultimately proceed to the final battlefield to contend for that sole Special-Grade Dynasty spot.

Other ranks are considered insignificant.”

“How many dynasties are participating in total?”

“In our Western Extremity Realm, at least three hundred dynasties are participating in the competition.”

“So that means… at least over a thousand dynasties…” Meng Yun murmured.

It must be said, Wu Yinyao's influence is truly immense.

“The preliminaries begin in half a month. It's a arena battle, and anything below Nascent Soul is up to you.”

Meng Yun at this moment had a sense of powerlessness, like being told, “Go capture Tang Monk and his disciples for me.”

“Ah? Me?”