Lu Jin'an glanced at him, knowing that the so-called Prince Ji might be a good guy, but it didn't matter much to him, and said calmly: "Lead the way."
"Alright, the two of you, please co in." The waiter wisely didn't ask much, made a gesture of invitation, and shouted towards the interior: "Two guests!"
Inside the Zuixiang Inn, Lu Jin'an directly ordered three tables of top-notch dishes, although they didn't really use three tables, as Zhiyu ate rapidly.
"Is it delicious?" Lu Jin'an put down his chopsticks after casually eating a few bites and smiled as he looked at Zhiyu.
Zhiyu, who was holding a roasted chicken and chewing on it, was about to speak when her eyes twinkled, and she obediently said: "Not as good as Master's cooking!"
Lu Jin'an rubbed Zhiyu's little head: "Your little mouth is getting sweeter."
"Hee hee~"
Zhiyu, with oil covering her mouth, nuzzled Lu Jin'an's palm and tore off another big piece of chicken with her mouth.
Inside Zuixiang Inn, the other guests, including the shopkeeper, couldn't help but look over, watching the dishes rapidly disappear from the table, stunned.
How could such a young girl eat so much?
Lu Jin'an patted Zhiyu's head, then ordered so good wine and started chatting with the surrounding diners, observing them while inquiring about the cultivation system and the current situation in the Southwest.
The Eastern Dynasty, from top to bottom, is a Body Refining Dynasty, where the Body Refining thods are diverse, so of which Lu Jin'an had never heard of, but indeed have the effect of Body Refining.
However, the strongest is still the Ten Directions Breathing Technique possessed by the Eastern Royal Family, followed by the Great Wilderness Technique practiced by State Preceptor Li Xuanzhen.
And martial arts here are divided into nine grades, with the strongest being Martial Gods, of which there are five, naly Emperor Jia Ning, State Preceptor Li Xuanzhen, City Lord of Tianwu City, Prince Ning Dongfang Zhen, and Qinglong Sect Leader Zhao Junshan.
Below that are the Eighteen Martial Saints, known as invincible under the Martial Gods, with such strong individuals numbering no more than seventy in the entire Eastern Dynasty.
Dongfang Xinglan had recently advanced into the ranks of the Eighteen Martial Saints, but currently ranks last.
Below them is the so-called Great Grandmasters, and the rest of the martial artists are not worth ntioning.
Lu Jin'an felt gloomy as he listened, thinking that with such a vast territory, there were so few experts?
Even if these martial artists have short lifespans, it shouldn't be this bad, right?
Inwardly, Lu Jin'an cursed a few more tis, thinking it's a waste of such a valuable land.
They've been able to cultivate for so long, yet remain at such a low martial arts level, those people from the Upper Realm and so from the Lower Realm... damn them!
'I need to investigate the hidden secrets behind this...'
Lu Jin'an pondered, continuing to get wine from the shopkeeper, and as the group of martial artists drank more, they began discussing national affairs as Lu Jin'an expected.
This was the scene Lu Jin'an wanted to see, as he occasionally interjected, guiding them to speak more about what might be personal opinions but contained so truth about the dynasty's situation.
Listening to the discussions, the shopkeeper's heart raced, secretly cursing "a bunch of boorish martial artists," and quickly ran to the door to shut it.
Luckily, the Jinyi Guards had recently been sent out to gather intelligence on the rebel army, otherwise, he wouldn't dare let these martial artists talk so recklessly about state affairs in his inn; it could lead to execution!
However, just as he ran to the door, the shopkeeper's eyes widened, quickly retreating to one side and kneeling on the ground: "Grass, commoner greets Prince Ji!"
The noisy sound inside the tavern suddenly fell silent, amidst the sounds of tables and chairs colliding, the martial artists hurriedly knelt: "Greet Prince Ji."
Inside the tavern, the only sound left was that of Zhiyu eating heartily.
Lu Jin'an turned to look, a man in a python robe, nearing thirty, entered surrounded by people like stars around the moon, and behind him, one of his n was holding the Iron Hoof Cloud.
"You audacious commoner, seeing His Highness Prince Ji and yet not kneeling!"
A sharp voice rang from behind Prince Ji Dongfang Xingtu, followed by the sound of the guard's sword leaving its sheath.
"Alas, guests are guests, how can they be treated like this?" Dongfang Xingtu raised his hand to press down, looked at the masked Lu Jin'an, and sat opposite him: "This king has taken a liking to your horse, commoner, na your price. Of course, if you were to..."
"Not for sale." Lu Jin'an interrupted Dongfang Xingtu, looking at Zhiyu who had finished the three tables of food and was about to lick her fingers, quickly pulled her into his arms, and wiped her little hands.
Slam!
The dagger was placed on the table by Dongfang Xingtu, who narrowed his eyes: "This king personally cos to grant you this honor, are you sure you want to defy this king?"
As his words fell, the guards from the Prince Mansion imdiately drew their swords, surrounding Lu Jin'an, filling the inn with a cold chill.
"Are you full...?" Lu Jin'an softly asked Zhiyu.
"Uh-huh." Zhiyu vigorously nodded her little head, patted her little belly and said: "Zhiyu is full!"
"Then let's do sothing else."
Lu Jin'an placed five ingots of silver on the table, took Zhiyu's small hand, and looked at Dongfang Xingtu sitting opposite: "Are you sure you won't make way?"
"Hehe..." Dongfang Xingtu chuckled softly: "Do you common folk all think that now with chaos everywhere, my Dongfang Family might not be able to hold this world anymore? Even a crude martial artist who appeared out of nowhere dares to disregard this prince... If you're not willing to drink a toast, then you'll drink a forfeit. Chop him up and feed him to the dogs!"
As the words fell, Prince Ji crossed his legs lazily: "You worthless stray..."
Bang!
Lu Jin'an slapped the tabletop with one hand, shattering the dishes on the table in an instant, sending them shooting around as the sharpest weapons.
Splurt——
Amidst the spray of blood and flesh, the palace guards quaking in their boots were compelled to retreat by the impact contained within the fragnts, ultimately collapsing one by one into the pool of blood.
The sll of blood filled the air, and Zhiyu, sitting on Lu Jin'an's lap, let out an "Oh~," her heterochromatic eyes blinking at the scene: "Master is so amazing!"
Lu Jin'an looked down at her eager eyes. Indeed, the bloodlust hidden within a demon beast is best provoked this way.
After hurrying all the way, they finally found an opportunity in this Western Capital of the Eastern Dynasty.
After all, with the empire's border army marching through, the mountain bandits all behaved and didn't dare to cause trouble.
In the field, Dongfang Xingtu watched Lu Jin'an with shock, his mouth twitching uncontrollably.
Vigorous Force releasing... This commoner in front of him turned out to be a Great Grandmaster?!
The next second, Dongfang Xingtu started to run out of Zuixiang Inn, his voice booming like a bell: "Shut the city gates, shut the city gates, close the gates, not even a fly is allowed to get out!"
Then he turned to look toward the location of the Prince Mansion: "Yu Bin, save !!!"
Amidst the urgent ringing of the city gate's bell, Lu Jin'an led Zhiyu across the threshold of Zuixiang Inn, as armored sharp soldiers charged in from the streets and alleys, protecting Dongfang Xingtu at the back while aiming their spears at Lu Jin'an and Zhiyu, the master and disciple duo.
Finally letting out a sigh of relief, Dongfang Xingtu grinned: "So what if you're a Great Grandmaster, five guards can't do anything to you, but what about fifty, five hundred, five thousand? Moreover, this prince has Yu Bin, a Martial Saint!"
"Although he can't make it into the ranks of the Eighteen Martial Saints, dealing with you, a Little Grandmaster, is a piece of cake."
"But this prince sees that you have good skills. If you obediently kneel down now and be this prince's dog, this prince might consider giving you a way out."
Lu Jin'an glanced over the soldiers in front, then looked up at the rooftop opposite, where a green-robed scholar stood with his hands behind his back, seemingly uninterested.
Now Lu Jin'an was completely sure, this Martial Saint was rely a body cultivator who had just stepped into the Tribulation Crossing Realm.
But without a physique that has undergone the tribulation... hehe.
Such a high level of cultivation is not low, but the vast Eastern Dynasty has less than seventy such masters.
Damn it, many Central Domains can cultivate over a hundred Tribulation Crossing Realm practitioners, but the Eastern Dynasty, occupying the 172 States of the Great, Central, and Small Domains, has only cultivated this few Martial Saints, and such lousy Martial Saints at that...
Lu Jin'an slowly exhaled a turbid breath and looked down at Zhiyu: "Zhiyu, do you want to see sothing even more amazing?"
"Yes!" Zhiyu responded loudly.
"Good."
Lu Jin'an pulled a long spear from the storage space. The green-robed scholar on the rooftop watched this scene, his previously nonchalant expression imdiately changing. Isn't this ability sothing only a Martial God can possess?
No, no, there are only five Martial Gods in the Dynasty, and this young guy sounds so young, how could he be a Martial God?
What kind of treasure is this...
Greed flashed in the eyes of the green-robed scholar, and at this mont, Lu Jin'an asked Zhiyu again: "Zhiyu, do you want to beco just as powerful as I am?"
"Yes!" Zhiyu responded loudly once more, rembering how Master had just killed so many people with a snap of his hand, so amazing.
"Then..."
Lu Jin'an slightly lowered his eyelids, suddenly gripping Zhiyu's wrist gently, took a step forward with his right foot, and with a flick of his arm, directly threw Zhiyu into the air.
"Off you go!"
"Oh!!!"
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Author: Still owe 126,000 words!
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