164: Hold the princess' thighs

【 Nangong Jing departed. You quickly healed your internal injuries while attempting to contact the outside world, trying to deduce how much longer the Tianjian Dynasty had before its demise, according to the normal course of history.】

【 Three days later, after cross-referencing various sources, you finally concluded: Xuanwu Heaven would launch an attack on the Tianjian Dynasty in no more than a year.】

【 You began to sign in daily to improve your strength. On this day, you successfully entered the Nascent Soul Realm. Your talent in formations was exceptional, and you set up a grand formation in advance to conceal the heavenly secrets, so no one knew of your promotion.】

【 Seven days later, your Nascent Soul Realm cultivation reached minor completion, and your formation mastery had broken through to a Third-Grade Array Master.】

【 You secretly cultivated the Saint Divine Supreme Art, while also keeping an eye out for information on deactivated Demon Seed Flesh. One day, when your undercover mission ended, it would become your greatest aid in Xuanwu Heaven.】

【 This day, as you were cultivating the Saint Divine Supreme Art, a commotion suddenly erupted outside your door.】

“What’s going on? Has the truth about my cultivation of demonic arts finally come to light?”

Meng Yun stood up straight and pushed open the main door:

“Who is causing a ruckus here? Do you not know this is within the Princess’s residence?!”

Before Meng Yun’s words, spoken with borrowed authority, could fully fall, he finally raised his eyes to look at the newcomer.

The newcomer wore luxurious robes and a fur mink hat, which had a circle of bright yellow trim.

Although in the cultivation world, clothing no longer had too many taboos, in the deep palace of a dynasty, numerous prohibitions were still common.

Want to wear dragon robes?

You have truly caused me great distress!

As expected, this person who dared to cause a commotion in the Princess’s residence must be either rich or noble.

The man was about thirty to forty years old, and with the enhancement of his cultivation, he looked no different from a young man in his early twenties.

He had a fair complexion, but his face carried a faint displeasure:

“Are you that Yu family remnant, Yu Jingshen?”

“When disturbing others, report your name first. Did your father not teach you that?” Meng Yun’s face was ashen, showing no mercy.

It didn’t matter; he was already Nangong Jing’s person anyway.

Considering that she was the only survivor ten thousand years later, among the royal descendants, no one should be more noble than Nangong Jing.

“My father…” The man’s tone faltered, then his expression turned solemn as he cupped his hands towards the palace: “My Imperial Father is busy with state affairs; how could he concern himself with such trivial matters!”

Imperial Father?

Then this person should be a Prince.

He answers whatever he’s asked; it seems his mind isn’t very sharp.

With this guy’s intelligence, he shouldn’t have the ability to proactively seek trouble with me…

This Prince, perhaps he’s being used as a pawn?

For what?

A certain realization suddenly arose in Meng Yun’s mind.

That’s right, Nangong Jing had internally designated him a participant in the Dynasty Ranking Tournament, and this action would inevitably affect the interests of others!

It was likely that those whose interests were obstructed were preparing to use the Prince to cause him some trouble.

Collecting himself, Meng Yun immediately shed his cynical demeanor and cupped his hands with a smile towards the Prince: “So it is His Royal Highness, the Prince. Yu Jingshen has been remiss in not greeting you.”

“Hmph!” The Prince snorted coldly: “Remember, I am the Third Prince, Nangong Wendi. From now on, when you see me, you must be as respectful as you are now, do you understand?”

Why does this Third Prince’s way of speaking have such a Japanese colonel-like flavor?

“Understood, completely understood!”

Meng Yun extended his arm straight forward and upward at a forty-five-degree angle.

“Hmph, consider yourself smart, kid,” Nangong Wendi snorted coldly, acting arrogant: “If it weren’t for Tang Zhiqiu of Heaven Sword Pavilion highly recommending you to me, I wouldn’t bother coming here!”

Oh, so he’s confessing without being prompted?

Meng Yun was just racking his brain on how to find out the mastermind.

“Heaven Sword Pavilion, Tang Zhiqiu?” Meng Yun couldn’t help but ask in confusion.

After several days of investigation, Meng Yun had gained a good understanding of the Tianjian Dynasty’s forces.

The Tianjian Dynasty had vast territories with numerous sects and forces under its jurisdiction.

But if one were to say which force held a dominant position, it would naturally be the Heaven Sword Pavilion, which was backed by the imperial family.

Almost every member of the imperial family with cultivation talent would join the Heaven Sword Pavilion to cultivate.

Over the years, the Heaven Sword Pavilion had subtly become the national religion of the Tianjian Dynasty.

Even ordinary people with no background considered it an honor to join the Heaven Sword Pavilion and receive royal education.

Meng Yun didn’t know this Tang Zhiqiu character, but he figured he was someone whose path he had blocked.

He was trying to use this method of excessive praise to instigate a conflict between himself and the Prince.

“Tang Zhiqiu said your divine power is unmatched, one in ten thousand, and coincidentally, I am also at the Golden Core cultivation, so I came specifically to seek your guidance!” Nangong Wendi revealed the truth at the opportune moment.

Well, well.

If he won, the Prince would lose face; if he lost, he would become a laughingstock. He was truly in a no-win situation.

“Oh, what are you doing~

Look at that! A flying saucer!”

Meng Yun pointed into the distance, and Nangong Wendi’s attention was immediately drawn away.

Meng Yun seized the opportunity, flashed, and with the sudden burst of speed from his Nascent Soul Realm cultivation, instantly vanished from his original spot.

The Prince wanted to catch him? Dream on.

“Flying saucer? Where is there a flying saucer…” Nangong Wendi was slow to realize.

But then again, what exactly does a flying saucer look like?

…

Meng Yun soared into the sky, his figure rushing towards the Heaven Sword Pavilion.

Being played for a fool, how could he not vent his anger?

Nangong Jing happened to be cultivating in the Heaven Sword Pavilion at this moment. Watch him use his famous skill—

Reporting to the higher-ups!

“Princess! You must uphold justice for your humble servant!!”

In Nangong Jing’s exclusive cultivation chamber, Meng Yun hugged her calf, sitting on the ground, wailing incessantly, a sight that made one feel sorrowful.

“This Tang Zhiqiu…”

Nangong Jing murmured to herself, a complex expression flashing in her eyes.

“I have no grievances or grudges with that Tang Zhiqiu~~” Meng Yun continued to wail.

“Enough with the wailing! Anyone would think the Princess has passed away!” Nangong Jing was so annoyed by him that she felt a headache coming on:

“Tang Zhiqiu was originally designated as a combatant. You blocked his path, so he naturally wants to give you a hard time!”

There was one more thing Nangong Jing didn’t explicitly state.

That was, Tang Zhiqiu seemed to have… secretly developed feelings for her long ago.

Originally, he was planning to use the ranking battle as an opportunity to perform well in front of his goddess and get closer to her.

Who knew the goddess would suddenly bring out a loyal dog halfway through to ruin his plans!

“How about I don’t participate!!” Meng Yun persisted.

“Fine!”

Nangong Jing’s thoughts were in disarray due to Meng Yun’s antics, and she also lost her temper for a moment:

“I’ll tell Imperial Father right now that you are a remnant of the Yu family, attempting to subvert imperial authority, and that I now have conclusive evidence. I’ll have you imprisoned and executed on the spot!”

“How about this, Your Royal Highness,” Meng Yun scrambled to his feet, his expression solemn and sincere: “Let me have a fight with that little Tang fellow, so he can see that I’m not just relying on my looks to please people, but that I truly have some skills!”

“I didn’t realize you had such ambition?”

Finally free of the human appendage on her leg, Nangong Jing nodded: “Alright, no time like the present. I’ll arrange for you two to have a match!”

With that, Nangong Jing walked straight to the door: “You stay here and don’t move. I’ll go challenge him for you. I’ll be right back!”

Meng Yun: …

Was she taking advantage of him?

Nangong Jing darted away in a flash, replaying Meng Yun’s words in her mind.

Then it dawned on her.

Huh?

Relying on looks to please people?

When had she, Nangong Jing, ever coveted Yu Jingshen’s looks!

Although he was indeed the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life!

If Tang Zhiqiu had his looks, maybe she would have half-heartedly agreed long ago!

Thinking this, Nangong Jing had already arrived at Tang Zhiqiu’s cultivation place.

“Tang Zhiqiu, come out for this Princess!”

The arrogant and domineering Nangong Jing kicked his door down.