novelapdf Chapter 233 Guidance
Chapter 233 Guidance
After the two had chosen what they had obtained, Little Li escorted them out of the cave and back into the tower.
at this time.
Even the three top-ranking officials haven't appeared yet.
Yang Silang and Zhou Mingxuan exchanged a glance, both having the same thought in their minds.
It seems those three will have to explore the cave diligently before they can gain anything.
The two of them, on the other hand, were quite different; the royal family simply stuffed the items into their pockets.
This privilege is somewhat difficult to assess.
But I'm the one enjoying the privileges... How awesome!
We exited the tower.
Little Li led the two straight out of the palace gate.
As a result, the two of them had only ridden their mounts a few steps.
Little Li rushed over again, stopping Zhou Mingxuan's horse.
"Young Master Zhou..."
"His Majesty has decreed that we should enjoy the flowers and paint in the back garden."
"I've long heard of Young Master Zhou's distinguished appearance; I summon you to serve as a flower-bearing page..."
Zhou Mingxuan readily agreed, bid farewell to Yang Silang, and returned to the palace.
The two exchanged a knowing glance, understanding that this was actually a way to allow the princess and Zhou Mingxuan to have some close contact.
Zhou Mingxuan was also very curious about what kind of beauty the princess possessed.
Yang Silang rode Daqing back to the inn alone, thinking to himself that this Brother Zhou was probably getting married soon.
Go back inside the house.
He opened his sleeve pocket to look.
Well, there's a burnt patch on the sleeve; that's from my aunt inside.
"Alright, alright, here you go..."
He asked Da Niu to bring him a porcelain plate, and after thinking for a moment, he asked her servant to bring him a large iron plate from the kitchen.
Then put the little aunt and Chongshan Remnant together.
My aunt is small, about the size of a goose egg, round and smooth like a crystal ball.
What used to be transparent and bright is now tinged with a fiery red color.
The broken imprint of the mountain, which was originally the size of a palm, is now broken and barely half a palm long, and is lifeless.
Now that I have it in my hand and look at it closely, the broken edge still emits a dark metallic sheen that is somewhat dim, and the runes on the surface are also incomplete. Although it feels heavy in my hand, it is already severely damaged.
Yang Silang took the incomplete seal in his hand, dripped a drop of his essence blood onto it, and then used the blood refining method to refine it.
Because it was marked as unclaimed, the initial phase was successfully completed.
He has not yet reached the stage of "Condensing Body and Controlling Objects," and normally, he cannot control objects.
In other words, when one inputs their own magical power into this remnant, it's like a child trying to wield a hundreds-of-pounds iron rod—they can't even lift it, let alone swing it.
However, Yang Silang had a solution.
"Transform the barbarians into our own..."
He called out softly, and from the light behind the true form of the Ruyi Tianzun in the Niwan Palace, She Nu flew out and attached herself to his soul.
Instantly, Yang Silang's soul power surged, and demonic energy permeated his body.
After She Nu died, his soul level dropped to the equivalent of the Object Control Realm, and at this moment, all his demonic power was added to him.
Yang Silang briefly gained the ability to manipulate objects.
Of course, he knew that his ability to control objects was like a strong man throwing wild punches, unable to fully utilize the many subtleties of object control.
However, it's still worthwhile to briefly test the power of this seal.
He unleashed his surging magical power, and the remaining seal before him immediately trembled and flew up, wobbling and barely managing to make a circle in the air.
"We need to find something to test the power of this seal."
Yang Silang's eyes darted around, and he left the house, heading straight for the courtyard where his disciple Fu Hongying was.
Before even entering, one could hear the sounds of fists and kicks whistling through the air. Fu Hongying had recently been confined to her home and could only diligently practice the Huanxi Hand technique.
Yang Silang pushed open the door and entered.
Fu Hongying stopped punching and kicking in surprise and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"Master, weren't you going to the palace to explore the secret realm today?"
"Why are you back so early?"
Yang Silang laughed heartily.
"Because the master is handsome, he has many benefactors who help him."
"Here... this is the harvest from the secret realm."
With a thought, the remaining imprint behind him flew out, swaying and spinning in the air as if drunk.
Fu Hongying pouted.
She was clever enough to easily guess the truth.
"Master, you do have a handsome face, but you're just a pretty boy surnamed Zhou, right?"
"Why does this seal look so strange, so damaged?"
"You only have one chance to enter the royal secret realm, why not get a decent treasure..."
Yang Silang felt ashamed in his heart.
Do you think I don't want to?
It's just that your great-auntie is attracted to this remnant, and she's taken a liking to it. What can I do about it?
"You don't understand..." Yang Silang said, feigning profundity, "It's called first impressions..."
"I knew we were destined to meet the moment I saw it."
After dealing with Fu Hongying.
Yang Silang stood in the corner of the courtyard, where there was an iron statue covered with red ink dots indicating acupoints.
It was where Fu Hongying used to practice acupressure and acupoint recognition techniques with Huanxi Hand; the ink had rubbed off in many places because she had worn it off with her fingers.
Even the pits created by the cast iron are several millimeters deeper than when it was first cast.
"My disciple, behold the power of this precious seal of yours..."
Yang Silang was full of confidence. According to the introduction, this magic weapon at its peak was incredibly powerful as a true person's natal magic weapon.
Beneath the imprint of the towering mountains, anyone who stands in their way dies, and any soldier who tries to block their path is shattered. It is a treasure forged from five rare stones and five metals.
Even though it's broken now, it should still have the power of the past eleven. It shouldn't be a problem to smash an iron man, right?
"rise!"
"go!"
"fall!"
Yang Silang chanted incoherently, mobilizing his magical power to raise the Chongshan Seal to a height of two zhang in the air.
With a whoosh!
A streak of black light flashed through the air, reaching the iron man's head in the blink of an eye before crashing down heavily.
A loud bang!
A burst of magical energy erupted.
Fortunately, She Nu had set up a barrier outside the courtyard; otherwise, it might have alerted all the guests staying at the inn.
Yang Silang and Fu Hongying hurriedly stared intently at the scene.
"Master...this Iron Man seems to be alright..."
Fu Hongying carefully examined the Iron Man's head from top to bottom and found that there wasn't even a dent, just a few black marks.
She picked up Chongshan Yin from the ground again.
"Ah..." she exclaimed regretfully, "Master, look! Another crack has appeared on your seal..."
Yang Silang hurriedly picked up the seal to look at it, and sure enough, right below the seal, a long and narrow crack was spreading across the surface.
His expression was serious, and Fu Hongying, standing beside him, felt uneasy, able to tell that her master was in a bad mood.
Yang Silang stomped his foot hard and sighed to the heavens.
"Hey...who would have thought there would be counterfeit goods in the royal treasury!"
"Auntie, you've really put me in a terrible situation..."
He sighed twice, then turned and left. Fu Hongying called out to her master repeatedly, but he couldn't stop her. It was too embarrassing.
Back inside.
On the large iron plate, the little aunt was so anxious that her whole body turned red, and she was spinning around in the plate.
When Yang Silang went left, it went left; when he went right, it turned to the right.
It is clear that they have identified this fragment of the seal.
"Just treat it as a snack..."
He tossed the broken seal onto the plate with a clang and ignored it, finding it bothersome. He called over She Nu and asked her to take it to Wang Daniu's room.
It's heartbreaking; there are so many treasures in the vault.
Even if the royal family doesn't keep the real treasures there, they are still all good things.
For example, the metal armor magic weapon that Zhou Mingxuan chose is quite good. When he puts it on during battle, his cultivation level increases by one realm, which is quite practical.
Yang Silang's regretful thoughts only lingered for a moment. His soul spun in his Niwan Palace, and in the blink of an eye, he cast all those thoughts aside and continued practicing.
Regret is useless, and overthinking only wastes your energy, so why bother?
First, practice the Killing Spear, then the Mountain-Viewing Shooting, then the Turtle Breathing Technique, and finally the Five Elements Fist and Five Elements Saber.
The practice session lasted until evening.
He had just finished eating when he felt a familiar energy lingering outside his courtyard.
"Brother Zhou...why don't you come in?" Yang Silang asked loudly.
With a creak.
Zhou Mingxuan entered, looking lost and bewildered, and sat down in a daze, remaining silent.
Yang Silang coughed and frowned as he asked in return.
"Why are you so downcast, Brother Zhou? Has His Majesty cancelled the arranged marriage?"
Zhou Mingxuan shook his head.
"The marriage will be arranged on the spot in the back garden today, and the wedding will take place in three days."
Yang Silang was puzzled and asked again.
"Wasn't that princess beautiful, with skin like jade, a smile like the full moon, and graceful curves, her upper body like a misty mountain range, and her lower body like a hidden spring valley?"
Back then, Zhou Mingxuan took out five thousand taels of silver to buy an official position and gave it to Eunuch Chun, the chief eunuch by the emperor's side.
When Eunuch Chun personally mentioned the princess's appearance and figure to him, anyone who heard it would say she was a beauty.
"Wow..." Zhou Mingxuan couldn't hold back, and tears streamed down his face.
"These statements are correct."
"But the princess not only had skin as smooth as jade, but her body was also as fair as a ball of fat."
"His smile is like a full moon because his face is like a full moon."
"Big breasts and a bigger butt."
"I had no idea it was such a subtle way of concealing spring!"
Yang Silang shivered.
Alright, Grandpa Chun's words are all true and none of them are false.
If this princess looks like this, wouldn't she become a ball princess?
Previously, Miss Wang looked like a coal stove come to life, with the same thickness from top to bottom; now, Princess Tian is actually a fat ball spirit.
Compared to her, the widow Liu whom Xiong Shan married was like a fairy.
"What do you think?" Yang Silang suddenly asked.
Zhou Mingxuan's eyes wandered.
"Brother Yang... what do you think about me abandoning my official career and fleeing with my family out of Shun Kingdom?"
Yang Silang remained silent.
The excitement on Zhou Mingxuan's face slowly faded, and he smiled wryly.
"Yes, that's just wishful thinking on my part."
"The moment I disappear, the information from the formation will be transmitted back to Jiangdong Province."
"This is deceiving the emperor! My entire clan, young and old, numbering over a hundred, will probably all end up in the market and lose their heads."
He took out the metal armored figure he had obtained from the secret realm that morning, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.
"Taking this treasure is like accepting this marriage proposal; there's no going back!"
Seeing his distressed expression, Yang Silang thought for a moment and then composed his words.
"Brother Zhou, what if I hadn't gone to the Wang family to rescue you that day?"
"If you marry Miss Wang, you won't dare to go west when someone calls you east, and your children will also bear the surname Wang."
"I'll take it seven times in one night, and you'll have to endure it."
"Compared to Princess Shang, are you feeling even worse?"
"Huh..." Zhou Mingxuan was stunned for a moment, the sorrow on his face gradually faded, and his grief and indignation gradually subsided.
Happiness is something that comes from comparison.
Today, when Princess Le'an looked at him, she would blush, feel shy, and lower her head, speaking in a soft and gentle voice.
With his numerous female admirers, he is absolutely confident that he can control his wife after marriage.
In contrast, the domineering gaze of the Wang family's pig demon, which seemed to want to devour people alive, was naked and undisguised desire. It didn't treat him as a human being at all, but merely as a pretty toy.
Sigh, this marriage suddenly doesn't seem so bad anymore.
"Brother Yang..." Zhou Mingxuan stood up and bowed deeply to the ground, "Thank you for your words that have awakened me from my dream..."
"It is my greatest blessing that the princess has taken a liking to me."
"It's just a matter of being easygoing and having a good temper."
I am very satisfied with this marriage.
"The wedding is in three days. You must attend. It's late, so I must take my leave now..."
Zhou Mingxuan turned around and went out the door briskly, his legs and feet feeling much lighter than before.
After Yang Silang saw him leave, he turned over and went to bed, his breathing becoming steady.
Suddenly, a soft chuckle came from the roof tiles.
Chun Gonggong's shrill voice came from behind.
"Good lad, that's good advice."
"If Lord Zhou is unable to think straight..."
"Perhaps our family will have to repay the princess."
"The prince consort was unlucky; he and his friend perished in the fire..."