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"My teacher and the strongest person within the Divine Domain is a woman. Looking at them, they have done well under the guidance of a woman." He continued, as the woman before him listened attentively to every word spoken.
"Are you trying to make a candidate because you’re dissatisfied with the princes?" she suddenly asked. Her directness made Yan Xiaobao smile, "No one likes a woman who’s too clever," he said, shaking his head.
"I’m not as foolish as I may appear," she said, narrowing her eyes. "Both my third brother and I know your past, but considering your current relations, you seem nonchalant about it. However, you clearly want to push towards my brothers. Are you simply using the Royal Family according to your will?"
Hearing her words, Yan Xiaobao couldn’t help but laugh, his cheerful voice echoing through the corridor before he cald himself. "The Royal Family can play the fool, abuse their power, and decide what’s right or wrong. If I act like those who play such roles frequently, does it matter? All you need to do is decide whether you want to make you Queen or prepare yourself to be a tool for your three brothers." Seeing the Princess turn her face away, Yan Xiaobao shrugged once again. Before he turned to leave, he left her with six words, "You know where to find ."
The Third Prince sat on a large chair gripping its armrest, holding a small stone in his hand. This mory Stone was a gift Yan Xiaobao had passed to him earlier. He was completely puzzled as to why he had been given the stone and curious about what it contained.
Seeing Yan Xiaobao leave it beside him had left the young prince perplexed. After inspecting its contents, he beca even more confused. He placed the mory Stone to his forehead once more, and the sa information flowed into his mind as before. A gentle voice, clearly belonging to Yan Xiaobao, echoed in his head. "This is a gift to honor our friendship." Following that ca a spiritual art skill.
Typically, Shao Ye wouldn’t concern himself with sothing as simple as a spiritual art. He was an expert at the King-level, capable of wielding martial power. Spiritual arts were beneath his level and nothing he needed to train. Yet, when he looked at the spiritual art technique, his eyes widened. It was a high-ranking Imperial skill perfectly suited to his wood affinity.
Called the Golden Root, it created spiritual energy roots that entwined around an opponent’s legs and feet. Without a doubt, this ability would also be useful for the Prince.
"Why would he gift this..." he murmured, fiddling with the stone in his hand. "He clearly doesn’t trust , nor does he value our friendship," he continued to muse, his sharp gaze fixed on the mory Stone, attempting to discern answers from it. "Is this an attempt to bribe ?" he thought, but then shook his head. Yan Xiaobao was not soone who would do sothing futile. He surely had reasons for his actions, reasons that left the Third Prince uneasy.
"Is he rely trying to win my favor?" he questioned himself while staring at the mory Stone. "Will I owe him in the future if needed because of this gift?"
Pouting, Shao Ye was completely stunned, unsure of what to do. Finally, he sighed. "Even if I owe him a favor, or if he intends to ensnare , this skill is far too valuable not to use. How did he obtain such a high-ranking technique? Even our Kingdom doesn’t possess many skills of this level, and all of them have demanding requirents. They’re either incompatible elents, or they require certain elental allies to rge, not to ntion a high-quality Qi at specific levels. It’s too convenient, yet it seems perfect for . How could he happen to find sothing so ideal for ?"
The Third Prince was alone in his room, busy conversing with himself. Though he struggled with uncertainty, the gifted skill indeed left him deeply amazed.
Eventually deciding to accept the gift, Shao Ye later worried regarding Yan Xiaobao’s potential request for repaynt. The young man had since returned to his mansion and was currently training his martial arts and spiritual arts in a quiet corner of his garden.
"Why did you give him that attack?" Lan Feng suddenly asked as Yan Xiaobao was preparing for his training. "We planned to trade it for information, but you’ve already obtained information about the King for free." Lan Feng continued to chuckle at Yan Xiaobao’s lips. Hearing the flattering comnt, Lan Feng couldn’t hold back his satisfied grin. "You’re right," he said with a bell-like laughter. "What difference does an Emperor’s knowledge make to my abilities?" He said openly. "When you fully master the sacred Sun Flas, I’ll personally teach you a high-level Holy Skill that I acquired from one of my good friends." As Yan Xiaobao’s eyes widened in astonishnt, Lan Feng boasted gleefully.
"Why have you never taught sothing so amazing before?" Yan Xiaobao asked, surprised and curious at the bird’s withholding of such a fact. Although he knew Phoenix had access to many powerful martial arts and spiritual arts, the ntion of a Holy-tier skill was so absurd that Yan Xiaobao was thoroughly taken aback.
"Don’t be silly," Lan Feng laughed heartily. "Your body previously couldn’t handle the power of Saint-level skills. I have martial arts and spiritual arts, but I’ll first teach you spiritual arts. It is said to be the hardest to perfect, thus requiring a considerable amount of ti." Silence finally enveloped them, as Lan Feng finally revealed traces of the energy and excitent reminiscent of his youthful days. Recently, Lan Feng had busied himself focusing on cultivating his reserves of martial power. He knew that Yan Xiaobao would inevitably need his assistance in their adventures to co. By utilizing his Wu Wei, even facing highly dangerous foes should be sothing he could manage effectively.
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