And she’s not even ten years old, yet she can evoke a Dharma Illusion, surely making her one of the top among the Celestial Pride.
"Wang Anye, just ask yourself, are you afraid or not?" Wu Yiluo’s eyes, clear as jewels, showed an endless pride, "To be able to force out this Little Princess’s Dharma Illusion is enough for you to be proud. The Sword Intent and Sword Techniques you comprehended in just one incense stick’s ti are completely powerless to resist."
"Are you kidding? With you, a little loach flailing its claws, and you dare to suppress , Wang Anye?"
Although Wang Anye was slightly surprised, he beca even more excited.
He suddenly changed his aura; equally, a mighty energy began to emanate.
His eyes were filled with both excitent and pride: "Don’t think for a mont that you’re the only one in the world with a Dharma Illusion."
After speaking, a faint Dharma Illusion coalesced behind Wang Anye—a lush, vibrant green tree.
Of course, it also seed sowhat young and undeveloped.
However, using it was quite taxing for him as well, beads of sweat streaming down his forehead.
"What? You—you can activate a Dharma Illusion too? A tree? Hmph, just a single tree, how can it possibly compare to my Azure Dragon Technique."
"Co on, give it a try."
Both, with their Dharma Illusions, were locked in a standoff, their auras continually clashing.
Just at this mont of almost breaking forth.
A steady, stern voice suddenly bood from the sky: "Wang Anye, no ssing around! Quickly dismiss your Dharma Illusion."
"Grandfather?"
Wang Anye’s montum dropped, hurriedly retracting his Dharma Illusion and obediently stepping back.
In reality, he was already struggling to use the Dharma Aspect, and even if his grandfather hadn’t arrived, he wouldn’t have lasted much longer.
Wu Yiluo was similarly struggling; seeing the situation, she too quickly and discreetly withdrew her Dharma Illusion, retreating to the side and panting softly.
anwhile, two figures descended from the sky, gracefully landing on the plaza.
The one in front wore a blue robe, exuding a temperant as deep as an abyss, scholarly and elegance incarnate.
He had so beard under his chin, appearing particularly steady and imposing, carrying with him an aura of authority that did not need anger to be manifested. This was clearly an aura cultivated from holding a high position for a long ti.
This person was none other than the current Young Clan Leader of the Changning Wang Family, Wang Zong’an.
Having been solely responsible for the developnt of the Qingluo Guard for decades, his capabilities had long been fully honed, now a capable ruler of his domain.
His cultivation had ascended to the Celestial Human Realm more than a decade ago, and he now possessed the Third-Layer of Heaven-Human Realm Cultivation.
The middle-aged man behind him, though also possessing Celestial Human Realm Cultivation, lacked Wang Zong’an’s aura and presence by a wide margin.
From their positioning, he stood half a body length behind Wang Zong’an, clearly following his lead.
The Patrol Camp and guards quickly stepped forward to greet them: "Greetings, Young Clan Leader, greetings, City Guard."
Everyone knew that the true head of the Qingluo Guard was the Wang Family’s Young Clan Leader, Wang Zong’an.
However, due to his status as a Noble Family mber, he could not formally join the governnt system, making his leadership of the Qingluo Guard unofficial.
Therefore, Taishi An Kang simply sent an average City Guard to the Qingluo Guard specifically to assist Wang Zong’an with its developnt and managent.
Wang Zong’an was usually a gentle and amiable person, but at this mont, he had no mood to acknowledge his subordinates’ salutations.
After casually waving them off, he focused his attention on the little girl, his brows furrowing more the longer he looked, his voice severe: "Little girl, do you possess the Azure Dragon Bloodline? Could it be, your surna is Wu?"
In the Daqian Kingdom, the Azure Dragon Bloodline was the iconic bloodline of the Imperial Family. However, given the severely mixed bloodlines of today’s Black Tortoise Cultivators, even within the Imperial Family, those capable of activating the Azure Dragon Bloodline were few.
"Greetings, Grandfather, my na is Wu Yiluo." Speaking, she courteously bowed.
Despite being notorious at ho and constantly at odds with Wang Anye, she had received strict education and training since childhood, courteous and well-mannered in front of elders.
Indeed!
Wang Zong’an frowned, glaring at Wang Anye.
You little rascal, how dare you bully even those with Imperial Bloodline.
Wang Anye looked completely innocent.
He was just catching a criminal...
Wang Zong’an’s mouth twitched.
This kid, relying on his luck, has grown increasingly reckless. He’ll be dealt with later!
He retracted his gaze, internally not too concerned.
The Changning Wang Family was no longer the weak family without roots it once was; it had no fear of average Princes or Commandery Princes.
"Miss Yiluo, which lineage of Prince or Commandery Prince does your family belong to?" Wang Zong’an asked gently.
If it were a weaker Commandery Prince family, although clean-up would be troubleso with the Wang Family’s current prestige, it wouldn’t be excessively difficult.
"In reply to Grandfather, my father’s na is Wu Mingyuan, titled ’Prince Anjun.’" Wu Yiluo replied politely, not forgetting to cast a smug glance at Wang Anye.
"Prince Anjun?"
Wang Zong’an’s face imdiately turned solemn, his expression towards Wang Anye growing more irritated.
Recently, in the family’s high-level etings, the na of Prince Anjun, the Quasi-crown prince, had been frequently ntioned.
He had not expected that when his eldest grandson did cause trouble, he’d end up provoking the daughter of Prince Anjun’s family!
At this mont.
A shrill eagle’s cry echoed from the sky.
Soon after, two ornate flying chariots descended from the air, landing on the plaza.
Before the chariots had even co to a stop, the voice of Prince Zhenzuo, Wu Dianshan, ca from one of them: "Young Clan Leader Zong An, quickly gather the n and seal off the entire Qingluo Guard."
His voice carried a clear anxiety.
Not many matters could cause such urgency from a Prince; could it be...
Wang Zong’an’s eyelids jumped, looking at the innocent faces of Wang Anye and Wu Yiluo, feeling waves of headaches coming on.
Good grief, it seems these two little ones are anything but simple!
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