At this moment, a long procession appeared, winding its way along the official road.
This procession was grand and imposing, even the guards wore striking armor, looking very majestic and not at all trivial.
In the middle of the procession was a wide and exquisite chariot, atop which flew a large banner with the word ’Zhao’ written in flamboyant script.
The chariot rumbled forward, surrounded by the crowd, causing the merchants and moners walking on the official road to step aside to the roadside.
Those with less courage even knelt on the ground, not daring to lift their heads.
The chariot rolled over the dust like this, heading toward the small town.
After the procession passed, people on both sides of the road heaved a sigh of relief, their hearts still pounding, and then began to whisper among themselves.
"Isn’t that the Third Prince of Zhao Country? What is he up to, and why is he passing through here?"
"Haven’t you heard? This time, the Third Prince brought lavish gifts to pay respects at the Qingming Immortal Sect, finally touching an old Immortal, who accepted him as a disciple. Now, the Third Prince is already an inner disciple of Qingming Immortal Sect!"
"Hiss! Doesn’t that mean the Third Prince is going to bee an Immortal with eternal life?"
"Heh, much more than that, I hear the Third Prince might return to the capital and inherit the throne, being the Crown Prince!"
This statement left everyone around silent.
A moment later, someone smiled bitterly and said, "Already of noble birth, now being a successor of Qingming Immortal Sect, this Third Prince will be even more unstoppable!"
Hearing this, everyone’s expressions changed drastically.
Someone whispered, "Better not talk carelessly, the Third Prince is now part of the Immortal Sect, with all sorts of unfathomable powers. If he hears that someone is speaking ill of him, none of us will live!"
Everyone nodded hurriedly and scattered in panic.
The reason they were so fearful was that they all clearly knew how arrogant and domineering this Third Prince could be.
Bullying men and oppressing women was literally just normal for him, and even killing for fun. These deeds had long made him a demon’s synonym among the people of Zhao Country.
Who would have thought that such a lawless fellow could bee a disciple of Qingming Immortal Sect?
Many who had hoped for retribution against this Third Prince were now disappointed.
And while many lamented the unfairness of the Heavenly Dao.
Third Prince Zhao Jingsheng of Zhao Country strode into the small town, filled with ambition.
As the rumors said, he had now bee a disciple of the Qingming Immortal Sect’s Great Elder, in charge of punishment, being an inner disciple of the Qingming Immortal Sect.
Though he had not yet formally begun cultivating, because the gifts he gave were truly extravagant, the Great Elder himself bathed him in sutra cleansing and imparted skills to him.
So now, he was very different from before, being a master of the quasi-Golden Immortal Level.
Although this strength was barely passable on this planet, it was vastly different from the mundane, having stepped onto the path of cultivation.
Especially since the Great Elder personally bestowed upon him a Magic Sword, filling him with confidence.
Already arrogant and domineering, he now looked down on all, believing that there was nothing in the world that could challenge him.
So instead of flying back to Zhao Country, he deliberately put on such a show to let all the world’s moners know of his prowess.
At this moment.
He played with the wine cup in his hand, looking out at the street scene through the carriage window.
Due to his arrival, the entire street had been cleared.
Everyone was forced to stand by the road, against the wall, not even daring to move.
Zhao Jingsheng looked down from above at these people, a cold smile gradually forming at the corner of his mouth.
"What a bunch of uncultured fools, seeing me and not even knowing to kneel!"
With that, his eyes flashed with light, releasing his aura, enveloping the entire long street.
Boom!
Although Zhao Jingsheng was just of quasi-Golden Immortal strength, this pressure was not something the ordinary moners could bear.
Thus, after a series of screams, these people knelt on the ground, unable to move.
Zhao Jingsheng nodded in satisfaction.
"This is more like it, not kneeling upon seeing the prince, this is your punishment!"
He said, laughing arrogantly.
Amidst his laughter, the procession continued to rumble forward.
But at this moment, Zhao Jingsheng suddenly stopped laughing, then said in a deep voice, "Stop the carriage!"
At his mand, the procession instantly halted.
Then a military officer hurried forward.
"Your Highness, do you have any orders?"
Zhao Jingsheng did not speak, for his gaze was attracted by a maid busying herself in the small roadside inn.
At this moment, this maid was tidying up tables in the hall, pletely unaware of the sinister gaze on her from outside.
This girl wasn’t particularly pretty, but her innocent and pure demeanor was enchanting.
So, unknowingly, Zhao Jingsheng found himself slightly entranced.
As Zhao Jingsheng’s subordinate, the officer could naturally discern what was going on, so he chuckled and said softly, "Your Highness, should I fetch this mon girl for you...?"
"No need!" Zhao Jingsheng grinned, his handsome face showing a hint of harshness, chuckling eerily.
"I’m feeling a little hungry, and this small inn seems to have good food, just right for tasting!"
So saying, he opened the curtain, stepped down from the chariot, and headed toward the small inn.
Such a significant spectacle, naturally, the people inside the inn had long noticed.
None of them dared go out, only silently praying in their hearts, hoping this fiendish Third Prince would leave quickly.
Who would have thought that this Third Prince would choose not to leave, but instead descend from the chariot and head toward the inn.
Now, whether guests or inn staff, they were all flustered.
Ying Lou naturally noticed this and whispered, "Uncle."
The man didn’t even lift his head, focused on the noodles in his bowl. Hearing Ying Lou’s call, he said calmly, "Don’t talk, keep eating!"
Ying Lou pouted and kept silent, but her big eyes kept darting around, stealing glances toward the entrance.
Meanwhile.
The Third Prince Zhao Jingsheng had entered the inn.
Someone of his status and position, usually wherever he went, would be attended by many, and this time was no exception.
The maid looked pale at the crowd suddenly pouring in, her mind blank.
She was just an ordinary girl, because her father opened this small inn, a small business that couldn’t afford many people, she was forced to start serving the public.
She had never seen such a spectacle, and was pletely startled.
At this moment, someone had wiped off the table, and Zhao Jingsheng sat down gracefully, then gave the maid a slight smile.
"What’s the matter? Won’t you serve me?"
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