I Fabricated the Techniques, but My Disciple Really Mastered Them?

In Dongyang County City, the gaze of everyone converged on Zi Yun. Many were envious—what an honor it was to become the Princess’s personal servant, and yet she rejected the offer?

This was a massive opportunity.

Once she became the personal servant to the Princess, everyone who saw her would have to show respect, even the Immortal Heavenly Venerable would have to take her seriously, after all, she would represent the Princess.

The Princess of Da Yan was known as the person least to be trifled with in the kingdom, aside from the Emperor of Da Yan himself.

She was the youngest daughter of the previous Emperor of Da Yan and also the most favored one. As a sister of the current Emperor of Da Yan, born of the same mother, she too was deeply beloved by the Emperor.

Furthermore, the Princess’s nature was as cold as frost, her decisions in killing and battle were decisive, and she was also known to be intensely protective of her own. Of course, anyone who crossed her would not meet a good end.

Zi Yun looked for an opportunity to escape, but within the walls of Prefecture City and under the watchful eyes of so many, with countless powerful individuals present, it seemed almost impossible for her to escape with her current strength.

Unless she used the Jade Talisman.

But Zi Yun was unwilling, not wanting to resort to using a senior’s Jade Talisman for such a trifle, not to mention that using the talisman could lead to unpredictable consequences.

“Hmm? Not coming over to thank the Princess?” the old crone beside the beast-drawn carriage called out sternly, her face darkening.

Her presence surged, revealing her to be a warrior of the Immortal Realm.

Just as Zi Yun gritted her teeth, ready to evade and prompt the use of the Jade Talisman in case the other party made a move, a figure hurried forward respectfully fist-palming towards the carriage, “Your Highness Princess, please forgive her. Zi Yun is new to Da Yan, and having spent her days in solitary cultivation, she has little understanding of Da Yan. For any offense she may have caused, I apologize on her behalf!”

The newcomer was the Headmaster of Dongyang Martial Institute.

“Oh, is that so? Then teach her properly. I like this girl and want to keep her by my side. Bring her to me after three days,” the Princess Zhou Qingshuang’s cold voice resonated.

The Headmaster of the Dongyang Martial Institute was not a weak Immortal Heavenly Venerable and was an important figure within the Spiritual Realm Faction. Since Zi Yun had come from the Spiritual Realm, keeping her by her side was also good for those in the Spiritual Realm Faction.

Thus, in her view, even if Zi Yun was unwilling, she would comply obediently under the pressure of the Spiritual Realm’s powerful beings.

“Zi Yun, quickly thank the Princess for her favor!” the Headmaster of the Dongyang Martial Institute breathed a sigh of relief.

With the Spiritual Realm Faction currently in turbulent times, they could not afford to offend the Princess, lest their situation become even more difficult.

Since the Princess had come to Dongyang County, clearly representing the Royal Family, whether she supported the Spiritual Realm Faction or not was her decision.

And with the Princess taking an interest in Zi Yun, this was indeed fortunate for the Spiritual Realm Faction.

Zi Yun, not fully aware of the affairs of the Spiritual Realm Faction, did not understand the Headmaster’s intentions; she had no habit nor desire to serve others.

There were very few people in this world whom she would be willing to serve, and certainly, the Princess of Da Yan was not among them.

“Headmaster, I…”

Zi Yun was about to say something when her eyes suddenly lit up. She saw a figure approaching from the direction of the city gate behind the Princess’s beast-drawn carriage.

Though not bald-headed, that robust figure, those regular features, that familiar aura, it was all so recognizable to her, something she had longed for day and night.

Meng Chong!

Meng Chong with a wig!

Zi Yun could no longer care about the Princess’s favor. Her figure moved, transforming into a streak of purple light lunging forward.

The Headmaster of Dongyang Martial Institute was taken aback, and then his expression drastically changed. Zi Yun’s act was a grave disrespect.

From within the carriage, a cold aura surged momentarily.

The old crone’s expression turned icy, and with a low and cold huff, she turned to look at the fleeing figure of Zi Yun, “Such blatant disrespect, disregarding Her Highness the Princess!”

Raising her hand, she reached out towards Zi Yun from a distance, a massive claw-shaped force reaching for Zi Yun, and naturally the carefree figure on the main street behind was also engulfed in its grasp.

With the Princess yet to depart, one would dare to walk so brazenly in the center of the street, truly ignorant of respect!

…

Meng Chong had come to Dongyang County City, leisurely enjoying the scenery along the way.

He was now widely renowned, with his robust stature and shiny bald head, at first glance, anyone would think of him, Meng Chong.

To avoid being disturbed by others, Meng Chong decided to wear a wig. Although his facial features remained unchanged, with the wig, few could recognize him.

Unless it was someone familiar who saw him, ordinary people wouldn’t associate the “thick-haired” him with the Heavenly God Meng Chong.

Stepping into Dongyang County City, pedestrians parted to either side of the street, leaving the middle empty. Meng Chong didn’t mind and walked boldly down the center.

Even if the Emperor of Da Yan himself were present, Meng Chong wouldn’t yield way—it was his right as a powerful being!

Suddenly, a purple figure lunged towards him.

“This girl has quite the sharp eyes to recognize me from so far away, huh?” Meng Chong mused to himself.

Right behind Zi Yun’s lunge came a massive palm print, reaching down from the sky.

“Big guy, I’ve missed you so much!”

Zi Yun was overwhelmed with excitement and clung to Meng Chong.

As for the attack from the old crone, she ignored it—having Meng Chong there, there shouldn’t be any problems.

Meng Chong was somewhat helpless as he let Zi Yun cling to him, raising his fist and punching out.

“Scram!”

Boom!

With the rise of his fist, the winds and thunder roared as if a terrifying storm had crushed that palm print, heading straight for the old crone without losing any momentum.

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