Beauties of the Three Kingdoms Cooked in One Pot, Chapters 1-60 (Complete) Author: Fengliu Longge

【Three Kingdoms Beauties in One Pot
】 Author: Fengliu Longge
Chapter
1: Transmigration, Beautiful Mother
"Ya mai diao... ya mai diao..."
"Ah yeah... harder... ah yeah..."
From a villa in Northeast China came a series of ghostly howls and seductive moans that made one's blood boil.
On a super-sized bed, hundreds of meters in diameter, hundreds of stunningly beautiful women from various countries were posed in various
alluring positions, their lips curled into sweet, satisfied smiles as they slept soundly.
If anyone were to witness this, they would be utterly astonished, because every woman lying on this large table
was a world-renowned supermodel, a beauty pageant winner, a Japanese princess, or a British noblewoman.
"Scream, scream, scream harder!" A ridiculously handsome man, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, his face
cold and aloof, was violently thrusting into a Japanese girl of about twelve or thirteen years old. Behind him,
a flushed, seductive British woman was passionately moaning, rubbing herself against
the handsome man's muscular back.
"Who's swaying? I'm swaying! Who's swaying? You're swaying! Who's swaying? He's swaying!" Suddenly, an extremely lewd cell phone ringtone
sounded.
"You little bastard, if you don't give me a satisfactory answer right now, I'll kill your whole family!"
The handsome man grabbed the phone angrily, uttering a
vulgar .
"Your Highness, it wasn't me, it was Smith who said he wanted Your Highness to personally go to Xixi Island to deliver the goods."
"It was him!" Upon hearing this, the handsome man's face instantly turned cold, a chilling glint flashing in his bright eyes
.
"Your Highness, what tricks might that old bastard Smith be up to? Perhaps we should
cancel ?"
"Hmph, what's there to be afraid of? I'd like to see what tricks that scoundrel can pull." The handsome man
snorted coldly then with a series of wild movements, kicked aside the Japanese girl who had collapsed to the ground, shared
a passionate French kiss with the British woman, and then rode away on a cloud.
Little did the handsome man know that he would never return, and that another extraordinary adventure awaited him!
When the prince awoke, he suddenly found himself in an extremely simple thatched hut, with
a cold draft blowing from all sides.
What kind of place was this? His mind felt as if it had been exploded, and the prince groaned in pain, involuntarily recalling his trip to
Sicily to trade arms with Smith, when suddenly there was a loud bang, and then he knew nothing more.
Just as the prince was about to get up, the door suddenly opened, and a beautiful woman, simply dressed, with exquisite
features and a graceful figure, rushed in anxiously.
Before the prince could figure out what was happening, everything went black, and he found himself in a warm, fragrant place.
"Little San'er, my child, you're finally awake! You scared your mother to death, boohoo..." Before the prince
could understand what was going on, the beautiful woman's mournful cries followed.
To be honest, the prince couldn't stand seeing women cry.
Stimulated by the beautiful woman's cries, a
memory .
It turned out that this beautiful woman was Wang Xiao San's mother. Wang Xiao San's father,
Wang San, had been conscripted into the army five years ago and had unfortunately died a glorious death in battle.
Wang San's family had been relatively well-off, owning ten acres of fertile land. Wang San was honest and simple, but somewhat
slow-witted , and was often bullied.
However, Wang San had a good wife, Dongfang Yan. Dongfang Yan, who entered the Wang family at the age of eleven, was very
fertile and gave birth to Wang Xiao San the following year.
After Wang San's death, Dongfang Yan, nearly sixteen years old (equivalent to a high school student in modern times), shouldered
the heavy responsibility of raising Wang Xiao San—a truly difficult task.
Dongfang Yan was beautiful, and after Wang San's death, she naturally attracted the attention of the village's bachelors and hooligans, who
would frequently harass her and try to take advantage of her.
Dongfang Yan was a virtuous woman; she always carried a pair of scissors, threatening suicide if necessary, and
in the past five years, she hadn't suffered any major losses.
Wang Xiao San was also quite ambitious, studying hard and aspiring to great things. Unfortunately, he offended
Zhang Dapang, the village chief's son, and a few days ago, Zhang Dapang and his henchmen surrounded him and beat him severely, leaving him half-dead and
unconscious several times.
When Dongfang Yan found Wang Xiaosan, he was barely breathing. Fortunately, the prince had traveled through time and space,
his spirit possessing Wang Xiaosan's body, thus saving his life. Or, in another sense, the current
Wang Xiaosan was the prince.
Wang Xiaosan didn't work, and after his father's death, he was always hungry, leaving him weak and frail. The prince's nascent soul nearly perished
during the time tunnel. After the prince successfully possessed Wang Xiaosan and went into hibernation, the remaining trace of his true
energy began to transform Wang Xiaosan's body.
This was the main reason why the prince couldn't wake up for so long after possessing him.
"Ah!" Dongfang Yan suddenly cried out in surprise, her body trembling. She abruptly pushed the prince away, her face flushed,
tears welling in her eyes, staring at him with wide, shocked, and ashamed eyes.
"Mother—Mother, what's wrong?" The prince, held tightly in Dongfang Yan's arms, listened to her sobbing
. Annoyed, he was overcome with lust and bit down on her soft breast,
nursing like a child. However, in a moment of panic, he didn't control his strength and bit Dongfang Yan hard.
Hearing this, cold sweat broke out on the prince's forehead. His mind raced, and he quickly put on
a concerned expression, urgently asking Dongfang Yan,
"Little San'er, don't move, Mother is fine." Dongfang Yan, her face flushed, quickly pressed
the prince down, anxiously saying, "You just woke up, you're still weak. Be good, Mother will make you some porridge."
After drinking two bowls of thin porridge, the prince regained some strength.
"Oh dear, Mother, you haven't eaten yet! Is there any more porridge in the pot?" The prince put down the bowl and suddenly exclaimed
, startling Dongfang Yan. He grabbed Dongfang Yan's slightly rough hand, staring at her,
and asked.
"Little San'er, Mother has already eaten. Are you full? Or, Mother will cook you some more porridge." Upon hearing this,
Dongfang Yan was immediately moved to tears and almost cried. With a relieved smile on her face,
she looked at the prince with her beautiful eyes sparkling and said with a smile.
In ancient times, women had a low social status. At home, they obeyed their fathers; after marriage, their husbands; and in old age, their sons. With Wang San gone,
Dongfang Yan's life naturally revolved around Wang Xiaosan. Moreover, Wang Xiaosan was a conservative man who looked down on his
wife, Dongfang Yan, believing that since she had killed Wang San, she might also bring misfortune upon him. Otherwise, why was he
so unlucky, constantly bullied?
As for showing concern, Wang Xiaosan hadn't uttered a single word. The prince's sudden words
surprised, moved, and comforted Dongfang Yan, stirring a storm in her heart that she couldn't calm down for a long time.
Who was the prince? The underground emperor of 21st-century China, the godfather of darkness. How could he not see that Dongfang Yan was
lying?
However, the prince also knew about the family's situation from Wang Xiaosan's memories. Dongfang Yan only drank a bowl of thin porridge every day.
There was no other way; the family was too poor, with no food. And Dongfang Yan was beautiful, attracting many suitors.
Chapter Two: "My Child Will Feed You Porridge"
Dongfang Yan helped the prince lie down on the bed, while she went outside to boil water to wipe his body.
The prince feigned sleep, letting Dongfang Yan manipulate his body. As she wiped him, Dongfang Yan suddenly trembled,
stopped, and looked at the seemingly asleep prince with surprise. Through the towel, she carefully
touched him a couple of times, confirming her suspicion. Her face flushed crimson.
No need to look any further; the thatched hut only had one bed, made of mud and straw.
Dongfang Yan blew out the oil lamp, gently climbed onto the straw bed, and pulled the prince into her arms, covering him with the blanket.
There was no way around it; the blanket was too small, and without squeezing in with the prince, it wouldn't cover both of them. With
such a soft body against his chest, how could the prince resist? He immediately had a physical reaction. Dongfang
Yan, tightly holding the prince, immediately felt a hot object pressing against her side. She blushed deeply, her breathing
quickening .
The prince, his lust aroused, began to wander, his hands grabbing and groping her.
"Little San'er, why aren't you going to sleep? What are you touching me for?"
Dongfang Yan's chest swelled from the prince's touch, her breathing became erratic, and she gave him a coquettish glare, planting a heavy kiss on
his cheek before saying irritably
, "Mother, why don't you take off your clothes before sleeping?"
The prince, hearing this, nestled his head against Dongfang Yan's chest twice, letting out a muffled groan.
Hearing this, Dongfang Yan felt wronged and couldn't help but shed tears.
It wasn't that Dongfang Yan didn't want to take off her clothes, but that if she did, she would have nothing left.
Her family was poor, and to pay for Wang Xiaosan's medical treatment, Dongfang Yan had sold everything she could. Besides the
clothes she was wearing, what extra clothes did she have? She didn't even have undergarments, let alone underwear.
This was
one of .
Of course, Wang Xiaosan didn't know any of this, or rather, he didn't care. The prince, who had transmigrated and possessed the body
, knew very well what was happening, and couldn't help but feel heartbroken for Dongfang Yan's impoverished life.
"Mother, why are you crying?" The prince poked his head out from under the covers, kissing Dongfang Yan's jade-like neck and cheeks
, blowing warm breath on her face, knowing full well what was going on in his mind.
"Nothing, little San'er, go to sleep." Dongfang Yan, who was silently weeping, suddenly felt the prince's
rather ambiguous actions, feeling a mix of amusement and embarrassment. She forcefully
pressed covered him with the blanket, and said in a soft voice.
However, sharing a bed with such a stunningly beautiful woman, it
was no wonder that .
That night, the prince slept terribly, and Dongfang Yan woke up with
dark eyes. Clearly, Dongfang Yan hadn't slept well either.
Of course, after a night's rest, the prince's body had completely recovered, strong and vigorous.
"Mother, this bowl of porridge is too big for me to finish. Why don't you get another bowl and I'll pour you half?"
The prince sat down at the table, looking at the slowly filling bowl of porridge, and smiled at Dongfang Yan.
"Little San'er, I've already eaten. You're still not well, you need to eat more." Dongfang Yan was startled,
instantly understanding the prince's meaning. Overjoyed, she quickly urged him on.
"No, Mother is lying! If Mother doesn't eat, I won't eat either!"
The prince immediately refused, pouting and speaking with dissatisfaction.
"Little San'er, listen to your mother."
"I won't listen!"
"Sigh." Seeing the prince's resolute attitude, Dongfang Yan sighed softly, unable to hold back her tears.
"Mother, don't cry. Eat a bite first, then I'll eat." Seeing this, the prince felt a surge of frustration.
He knew from Wang Xiao San's memories that there was only one bowl in the house. He picked up the large bowl with both hands and approached Dongfang Yan
, speaking as gently as possible.
Seeing this, Dongfang Yan stared blankly at the prince for a moment, a bitter smile appearing on her lips. She opened her
cherry like mouth, took a small sip of the thin porridge, and then raised her head, urging the prince, "Little Sanzi, Mother
has eaten, it's your turn."
"This doesn't count, Mother, open your mouth."
The prince looked at Dongfang Yan's rosy lips, his heart itching with desire. Seeing that Dongfang Yan had only eaten a little bit
of the porridge, the prince suddenly had an idea and spoke to Dongfang Yan in a commanding tone.
"Little Sanzi, what do you want to do?" Dongfang Yan asked, her eyes filled with doubt.
"Mother, I told you not to ask why, just open your mouth quickly." The prince urged her hurriedly.
Dongfang Yan blushed, glanced at the porridge in the prince's hand, and reluctantly opened her mouth. She felt incredibly
gratified , but also a little puzzled. How could Wang Xiaosan seem to have changed overnight?
Just as Dongfang Yan was lost in thought, the prince quickly took a sip of porridge, gently pinched her
chin with his left hand, and wrapped his right arm around her smooth, fragrant shoulder, planting a kiss on her cherry-like lips.
Dongfang Yan's body trembled, her mind went blank for a moment, as if she were floating in a fog, dizzy as the prince fed her
the porridge mouth-to-mouth, slowly swallowing it down her stomach.
When Dongfang Yan came to her senses, she was horrified to find the prince's tongue skillfully swirling in her mouth
. Her face instantly turned crimson, burning hot and frightening, her heart pounding, almost
suffocating.
Wang San was a peasant; what flirting skills did he know, what romantic pleasures did he understand? Having lived with Dongfang Yan
for five years , their lovemaking consisted of only one or two common moves passed down from father to son.
"Hey, believe it or not, this really was Dongfang Yan's first kiss."
The prince was overjoyed and surprised, because judging from Dongfang Yan's reaction,
it was clearly her first time. Her pink tongue's awkwardness and panic almost drove the prince crazy, yet he was also incredibly happy.
"Mother, why is your face so red? Like a flower! Are you sick?"
Almost suffocating, Dongfang Yan suddenly pushed him away. The prince quickly preemptively
asked, his face full of doubt.
"You, are you really Xiao San'er?" Dongfang Yan gasped, her face flushed,
looking at the prince with suspicion and wariness, her voice serious.
"Mother, what nonsense are you talking about? If I'm not Xiao San'er, then who am I?" The prince's expression froze, and he reached out
to touch Dongfang Yan's forehead, asking in confusion.
Dongfang Yan instinctively tried to avoid the prince's outstretched right hand, but the prince, being so shrewd, naturally
wanted to play his part completely. He reached out and touched Dongfang Yan's smooth forehead, his expression changing instantly.
He cried out in alarm, "Oh dear, it's so hot! Mother, are you really sick? It's all my fault for being so incompetent,
I've dragged you down, sob."
"Little San'er, Mother isn't sick, Mother is just—a little hot." Seeing the prince suddenly kneel before her
, sobbing uncontrollably, Dongfang Yan panicked. She frantically tried to help him up, her face flushed with shame and embarrassment ,
unsure how to explain.
"Really not sick?" The prince, his eyes brimming with tears, stared intently at Dongfang
Yan, his face full of disbelief.
"Really!" Dongfang Yan said firmly.
"Mother, the porridge is getting cold. Let me feed you." The prince looked
Dongfang , until she was sweating and feeling uneasy. He then stood up and
spoke to her with concern. He picked up the large bowl on the table, took a big gulp of the thin porridge, and was about to
feed it to her mouth-to-mouth again.
Dongfang Yan panicked at this, screamed in fright, and ran away quickly, her round, pert
buttocks swaying as she ran. The prince stared in disbelief, a playful smile appearing on his lips.
Chapter Three: The Prince Buys Wine, Startled to Hear the Yellow Turban
Prince sits cross-legged on the bed, concentrating his energy and absorbing the surrounding天地元气 (heaven and earth energy) within a radius of several feet using the *Xuanlong Yu Nu Jue* (Mysterious Dragon Taming Woman Technique)
.
There was no way around it; although the name of this "Mysterious Dragon's Art of Controlling Women" was unappealing, its power was terrifyingly immense. According to
Marshal himself, this technique was created after he tricked Chang'e into reincarnating as a pig-dragon. Marshal Tianpeng
used this technique to dominate the entire Immortal Realm and the Four Continents, invincible in every way.
In the modern world, the prince used this technique to sleep with a hundred women a night without falling asleep.
About three hours later, an unusual flush rose on the prince's fair face, and
a piercing light shot from his eyes. Two bottles of Moutai and a Desert Eagle appeared in his hand.
Then, the prince felt completely exhausted, as if he had overindulged in excessive pleasure and was recovering from a serious illness; his face was pale.
The prince was not a person who could endure hardship, nor did he want to.
The days the prince and Marshal Tianpeng spent in the modern world were truly blissful, more blissful than any immortal. Who was Marshal Tianpeng
? He was the Pure Altar Messenger of the Buddhist Realm, and he had an enormous appetite. Marshal Tianpeng, a man of humble origins, was known for his murderous
and thieving ways. He spent money when he had it, and robbed when he was broke.
As a result, in just three years, Swiss banks were robbed countless times by Marshal Tianpeng.
Okay, enough chit-chat. Following the typical money-making formula of a certain online time-travel novel set in the Three Kingdoms period,
the prince, carrying a bottle of Moutai, went to the largest restaurant in a county town thirty miles away—Fuyun Restaurant.
"Manager, call the owner here! I have some exquisite wine to sell!" the prince said
loudly .
"Boy, go away! We still have business to do here!" The manager looked up at the
sound, saw a poor boy, and immediately gave the prince an impatient look, shouting irritably.
"Stop arguing! Quickly call the owner here!" the prince shouted angrily, his face darkening and a cold glint flashing in his eyes
.
"What's all this commotion?" At this moment, an old man wearing a square turban and a blue robe came out and asked.
"Master, this young man is causing trouble. He won't eat, he wants to sell us a bottle of wine, and he also wants to see you, sir."
The shopkeeper came out from behind the counter and bowed to the old man.
The old man ignored him and said to the prince,
"I am the owner of this establishment. May I ask what business you have with me, young man?"
Seeing that the old man was quite polite, the prince replied, "I have come here, but I am short of
money and wish to sell a bottle of my finest wine."
Upon hearing this, the old man couldn't help but laugh: "Boming, bring the wine."
"Yes, Master." The shopkeeper quickly brought a bowl of wine and handed it to the old man.
"Young man, please drink this wine, and we can discuss other matters later." The old man's eyes
were .
The prince, enraged, took the wine bowl, took a sip, and immediately spat it all out, grumbling
, "Pah! This is no human drink! You try my wine!"
The old man's face changed drastically upon seeing this, and the shopkeeper and the surrounding waiters couldn't help but curse and were about
to attack. As the prince opened the Maotai bottle, the rich aroma wafted out, leaving everyone speechless and intoxicated. Seeing
the prince offer the wine, the old man quickly took it with both hands, held it to his nose, and inhaled deeply. After a long while, he exhaled a
long breath, carefully took a sip, and remained silent for a long time, his eyes brimming with tears.
"Waaah!" Suddenly, the old man knelt on the ground with a thud, pounding his chest and wailing, "Immortal
wine! Immortal wine! To have drunk this immortal wine in life, I could die without regret! Waaah!"
Seeing this, the crowd's expressions changed drastically, and they all surrounded him.
"Shopkeeper, how's this wine? Is it good?" The prince, slightly surprised,
asked with a smile.
"Good wine, good wine. A fortune is hard to come by, a fortune is hard to come by!" the old man stammered absentmindedly. Then, regaining
his composure , he turned and said, "Young master, please come in."
"Shopkeeper, name your price," the prince said lazily, taking a sip of his fragrant tea.
"Young master, how about three thousand taels of gold?"
Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in the old man's eyes, then disappeared. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he gritted his teeth
before speaking to the prince.
"Shopkeeper, forgive my intrusion, but may I not address you by your name?" The prince's right hand trembled, almost...
The wine cup slipped from his hand and fell. The prince looked at the shopkeeper with a strange expression. After a long while, he smiled slightly and said,
"Young master, you are too kind. My surname is Liu, my given name is Yu, and my courtesy name is Junping." Upon hearing this, Liu Yu's eyes narrowed, and he said with a smile. "Oh, may I ask what your relationship is with Liu Yan, the governor of Youzhou?" Upon hearing this, the prince's eyebrows twitched, and he asked. "Yan is my elder brother." Upon hearing this, Liu Yu answered directly. "So you are a descendant of King Gong of Han Lu. My apologies for my rudeness." Upon hearing this, the prince quickly stood up and greeted Liu Yu again. Then he said to Liu Yu, "Brother Junping, if you think highly of Tianjiu, how about ?" "Since Brother Tianjiu is so hospitable, Junping will humbly accept." Upon hearing this, Liu Yu frowned, gave the prince a meaningful look, and spoke after a long while. "Brother Junping, Tianjiu has a few more requests to make?" Upon seeing this, the prince quickly asked. "Please speak, young master," Liu Yu said with a smile. "Firstly, Tian Jiu wants to buy a courtyard house in the county town to settle down. Secondly, Tian Jiu wants to buy a thousand acres of fertile land. Thirdly, Tian Jiu still has some of this Immortal Wine in stock, and hopes Brother Junping can help me give a bottle to Lord Junlang, so that I can secure a good position." As soon as the prince finished speaking, Liu Yu's expression changed. In ancient times, negotiating deals involved skill, and it was rare to see someone as straightforward and direct as the prince. These matters were neither major nor minor for Liu Yu. However, the prince, a mere ten-year-old boy, was so shrewd and calculating, clearly not someone to be underestimated, and Liu Yu couldn't help but become cautious. "Young brother, do you know why I've come to Zhuojun?" Liu Yu hesitated for a long time before deciding to give the prince a hint . Upon hearing this, the prince looked bewildered. "Ah, little brother. Not to criticize you, but didn't you notice the notice in the city? One hundred thousand Yellow Turban rebels are attacking Youzhou. It seems Zhuojun is doomed. If you're willing, why don't you tell your family to pack your belongings, and we can return to Youzhou together in three days?" Liu Yu's words showed he truly considered the prince one of his own. The prince was startled, then instantly understood. If that was the case, the year should be a Zhongping year, around 184 AD. Emperor Ling of Han still had four or five good years ahead of him. Liu, Guan, and Zhang should not have sworn brotherhood in the Peach Garden yet. The prince's heart immediately filled with excitement. Chapter Four: The Fat Man's Third Uncle is Zhang Fei "Hmph, to be honest, brother. Tian Jiu is planning to fund the recruitment of local militia to defend our Han Dynasty, serve the country, and eliminate the rebels . Brother, come closer." Seeing the doubt in Liu Yu's eyes, the prince quickly spoke in a serious tone. Upon hearing this, Liu Yu's expression shifted several times, until his eyes were almost slits. "Brother, so the Celestial Master Tianxuan is truly in our Zhuojun?" Liu Yu asked, his voice filled with anticipation, nervousness, and excitement. "Brother, rest assured. If Tianjiu fails to obtain the elixir of immortality for you within half a month, I will gladly endure being struck by five thunderbolts , my body and soul annihilated, and I will not be reincarnated," the prince vowed resolutely. Ancient people valued oaths and superstition. "Brother, I have failed you," Liu Yu cried, his initial belief growing to seven-tenths. Tears streaming down his face, he knelt . After bidding farewell to Liu Yu, the prince, carrying fifty taels of gold, wandered the streets. Little did he expect to encounter his enemy ! "Hey, young master, that guy looks like a nobody!" A servant with a pointed snout and monkey-like face stared intently at the prince, bowing and scraping obsequiously to the fat man beside him. "Is that so?" The fat man, gnawing on a pig's trotter, looked up at the prince and couldn't help but chuckle . He quickly told his four servants, laughing, "Ah Mao, Ah Gou, surround him!" "Zhang Da Pang, what do you want?" The prince's face darkened as he saw the four men surrounding him, his starry eyes flashing with a chilling light as he spoke in a deep voice. "Hmph, what do I want? You little nobody, it seems you've forgotten your lesson from last time. Beat him to death!" Zhang Da Pang felt a shiver run down his spine at the prince's intimidating gaze, a nameless fear rising within him, and he instinctively backed away. Seeing the prince's disdainful look, Zhang Da Pang flew into a rage, roaring with a ferocious expression. "Bang—bang—bang—bang—." Four deafening crashes rang out, and Ah Mao, Ah Gou, and the other three cried out in agony. They all fell backward to the ground, spitting blood, their eyes wide open in death. "Ah—." Upon seeing this, Zhang Dapang cried out in terror, collapsing to the ground, urinating uncontrollably, his face as white as wax, his eyes filled with fear. The surrounding crowd, ignorant of the danger, thought it was divine lightning punishing the wicked, and they all knelt on the ground, wailing and praying to heaven. "No—don't kill me! Little—Little San'er, you can't kill me, my—my third uncle is the number one martial arts master in the world !" Seeing the prince approaching him, Zhang Dapang was terrified, immediately kneeling on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, snot streaming down his face, and pleading with the prince through tears. "Who is your third cousin?" Upon hearing this, Prince was taken aback. In Wang Xiaosan's memory, he seemed to recall that Zhang Dapangzi had a wealthy third cousin who slaughtered pigs in the county town. Prince's heart skipped a beat, and he stared intently at Zhang Dapangzi, asking with some anticipation. "My, my third cousin is the number one martial arts master in the world! The number one martial arts master!" Upon hearing this, Zhang Dapangzi immediately assumed that Prince was afraid of his third cousin, and his courage swelled, his voice becoming more confident. "Bah, I mean, who is your third cousin's name?" Upon hearing this, Prince's face darkened again, and he spoke with some anger. "Waaah, where did this petty thief come from, daring to bully your grandfather's eldest cousin's nephew?" As soon as Prince finished speaking, an inhuman roar rang out. Prince turned around and saw a dark-faced man, carrying two pig-slaughtering knives, leading more than ten people, charging towards him menacingly, roaring wildly . "Is this Zhang Fei, the greatest martial artist in the world?" Upon seeing this, the prince felt a chill run down his spine. He quickly gripped his pistol, aimed at Zhang Fei, and shouted. "It's your grandfather!" Upon hearing this, Zhang Fei almost reflexively uttered a classic curse at the prince.

"My dear brother Zhang Fei, I've missed you so much! Waaah—!"
Upon hearing this, the prince's handsome face paled instantly. If he hadn't already known that Zhang Fei was a reckless
man, he would have killed him based on Zhang Fei's words alone.
Without another word, the prince gathered his emotions, took one step, two steps, three or four steps, and suddenly threw himself into Zhang Fei's arms
, wailing loudly.
His cries were so mournful that the sky seemed to darken and the earth to tremble, his voice so sorrowful that it brought tears to the eyes of all who heard them.
When Zhang Fei saw the prince throwing himself into his arms and wailing, he panicked. Even Zhang Da Pang
was stunned and didn't know what to do.
"Brother Fei, I've missed you so much! Waaah, if you don't accept me as your brother, I will have no face
to meet the heroes of the world!" The prince wailed and pleaded with Zhang Fei.
After much confusion, Zhang Fei finally understood what the prince meant. It turned out the prince was his admirer.
"Little brother, please get up quickly! Big brother accepts you! Isn't that enough?" Zhang Fei threw down his butcher knife,
picked up the prince, and said excitedly.
Well, Zhang Fei was just too proud.
There was no other way; the prince couldn't think of a way to gain the approval of the mighty Zhang Fei. He had to resort to
the tried-and-true technique of the big-eared thief: crying!
Who wouldn't cry to get a powerful general?
"Really?" The prince looked up, his eyes brimming with tears, pleadingly staring at Zhang Fei with
disbelief .
"What do you mean by that, little brother? I, Zhang Fei, said I've accepted you as my brother, and that's it." Hearing this,
Zhang Fei rolled his eyes and immediately became angry.
"Brother Fei, I, Tian Jiu, am so excited! Waaah—!" Seeing this, the prince immediately
burst into tears .
Then, surrounded by the crowd, the prince went to Zhang Fei's house, where he kowtowed and worshipped the target. The prince
burst into tears again, and amidst his sobs, he became the second brother of the Pig-Slaughtering King, the second-in-command in everyone's eyes.
"Fourth—Fourth Uncle, what—what did you use to kill A Mao and A Gou today?" Zhang
Dapang
, supporting the drunken prince, couldn't resist asking cautiously, his curiosity piqued. Zhang Dapang, despite his fat and lazy nature,
was quite cunning. At the banquet today, watching the prince manipulate Zhang Fei and the eighteen heroes with ease, Zhang Dapang
was truly impressed and filled with awe.
"You want to know?" The prince glanced around, leaned close to Zhang Dapang's ear,
and whispered .
"No—I don't want to know, Fourth Uncle, you're not drunk!" Zhang Dapang trembled upon hearing this, his face
turning deathly pale. He looked at Wang Zi with fear in his eyes and said in a trembling voice.
"Tell me if I'm drunk or not." After Wang Zi finished speaking, he pushed Zhang Dapang aside and walked towards Dongfang Yan. Because
Dongfang Yan had been waiting at the village entrance for a long time.
Chapter 5 Deceiving Mother
"Little San'er, where have you been all day? You scared your mother to death." Dongfang Yan rushed to Wang Zi in three steps,
and without saying a word, slapped him across the face. Then she hugged Wang Zi tightly and cried out in anguish.
"Mother, your son went to the city and earned some money. He bought a house, and we'll move there tomorrow." Wang Zi
was furious after being slapped by Dongfang Yan. He buried his head in Dongfang Yan's arms and rubbed against her several times before
raising his head and explaining.
"Ah!" Upon hearing this, Dongfang Yan looked at the prince in shock and exclaimed, "Third son,
don't scare your mother like that! Why
are you talking nonsense?" "I'm not talking nonsense."
Upon hearing this, the prince was immediately annoyed. He lightly bit Dongfang Yan, then turned his head
and said to her firmly, "Big Fatty, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and bring your elder brother's gold."
"Yes, yes."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Da Pang came running over, bowing and scraping to the prince, and said, "Fourth
Uncle , your gold."
Dongfang Yan blushed instantly after being bitten by the prince, and then saw Zhang Da Pang respectfully
presenting the gold, and it was fifty taels of real gold. Dongfang Yan was so shocked that she couldn't speak.
"Little Third son, come with your mother." Dongfang Yan was silent for a moment, then threw a sentence at the prince and turned to
go home.
"You idiot! Hurry up and roll it!" Upon hearing this, the prince grabbed the gold and
kicked Zhang Dapang hard in the buttocks, cursing as he quickly followed.
"Who exactly are you?" Back home, Dongfang Yan bombarded him with this question, almost stunning the prince
.
"Mother, I'm Xiao San'er." The prince gave a helpless bitter smile and explained to Dongfang
Yan , "I've been hiding something from you, Mother. I've already become a disciple of the Heavenly Mystery Immortal."
"The Heavenly Mystery Immortal?" Dongfang Yan asked, her eyes filled with doubt.
"Your unfilial son, please forgive me, Mother. I've decided to study Taoism and cultivate immortality."
Upon seeing this, the prince immediately knelt down and apologized to Dongfang Yan.
"Study Taoism and cultivate immortality." Ancient people were superstitious. Upon hearing this, Dongfang Yan immediately understood. The prince had encountered
a fortuitous event . Dongfang Yan quickly reached out to help the prince up and said in a serious tone.
"Little San'er, the Heavenly Mystery Master must be a highly accomplished Taoist. Don't take your good fortune for granted. Since you
've chosen study Taoism, you must work even harder and listen to the Master's words."
"Yes, Mother." Upon hearing this, the prince chuckled inwardly and spoke with the demeanor of a well-behaved child.
"Mother, Master said my name is incompatible with the Taoist path, so he changed my name to Zi, with the courtesy name Tian Jiu, meaning that
there are nine heavens, and nine times nine equals one. But I always feel that the name Prince sounds strange."
"Prince!" Upon hearing this, Dongfang Yan's heart skipped a beat, her expression changed slightly, and then she comforted the prince, "Little
San'er, since the Master changed your name, he must have his reasons. Don't make wild guesses, understand?"
"Mother, not only is my name strange, but my Taoist name is even stranger. What is Tian Jiu Zi, with eight extra sons
?" Upon hearing this, the prince pouted somewhat unhappily and said in a huff.
"Pah!" Upon hearing this, Dongfang Yan was slightly taken aback, then her face flushed red. She spat out a soft "Pah!" and pulled the prince into her arms
. She said in a serious tone, "Little Sanzi, listen to your mother and don't think nonsense. Your mother once heard your grandmother
say that those who can use 'Zi' as their title are all highly skilled and enlightened masters. You must follow these masters and
learn the Dao properly from them in the future."
"Mother, I understand." The prince nodded upon hearing this. "Let's go to sleep."
With that, he pushed Dongfang Yan onto the bed, pounced on her, and made her giggle.
The next day, the prince coaxed Dongfang Yan to the city. Liu Yu, as expected, had bought her a house.
After moving into their new home, according to the prince, eighteen maids were hired. Having practiced his cultivation all night, the prince
's divine power had greatly increased. He also consumed a Foundation Building Pill, restoring his true power by one percent, finally allowing him to freely enter his
Xuanlong Space.
Actually, it wasn't that the prince didn't want to consume the real elixirs left by Marshal Tianpeng, but rather that he simply
lacked the strength. In the Xuanlong Space, Marshal Tianpeng had left the prince a Nine-Turn Golden Elixir of Laozi, which
the prince hadn't dared to touch.
Where did the prince get it? Of course, Marshal Tianpeng had tricked the Great Sage Equaling Heaven from him, and the prince, in turn,
had swindled it from Marshal Tianpeng.
Marshal Tianpeng was hailed as one of the ten richest immortals in the Heavenly Realm; one could imagine how
wealthy .
Immortality was child's play in the prince's eyes. Recalling his inexplicable arrival in the Three Kingdoms period, the prince
maliciously speculated that the modern world was probably already in chaos. With his mysterious disappearance, wouldn't the World Society
go ? Wouldn't the eight thousand Nascent Soul stage experts he'd encountered turn the world upside down?
Liu Yu had already bought him a thousand acres of land. For this, the prince also gifted him three bottles of Moutai and a pack of divine cigarettes.
According to the prince, one cigarette a day would grant immortality in a hundred days. This gesture nearly
drove Liu Yu to bankruptcy.
Zhang Fei took the money and recruited two thousand refugees. Why Zhang Fei? Because
he was powerful, and the people he recruited were all capable individuals!
"You are all homeless, without a roof over your heads, without a clod of earth, and without a penny to your name. My second brother, with his kind heart, has taken
you as his servants, providing shelter and rations. How dare you not remember the kindness of my second brother who saved your lives and
showed you such compassion!" Zhang Fei said, and with a swift movement, a deafening roar shook the heavens and the earth,
shattering the mountain. The crowd was stunned, nearly wetting themselves in fear.
Zhang Dapang, following behind Zhang Fei, collapsed to the ground, drenched in cold sweat. Zhang Dapang couldn't
believe Zhang Fei could shatter a mountain-sized boulder with a single blow; it must have been the prince.
After finishing his task, Zhang Fei left Zhang Dapang, armed with his Desert Eagle, and the eighteen skilled butchers, each carrying a butcher's knife, to supervise the work.
He then rushed back to the city to ask the prince for wine. Arriving
excitedly at the prince's house, Zhang Fei peered inside, and what he saw terrified him. The prince,
concealed in the darkness, sat upon a bed, surrounded by swirling clouds
of mist. A flame flickered in his hand, sometimes appearing, sometimes disappearing, and a point of starlight emanated from his mouth, flashing erratically. Occasionally, he would exhale a cloud of vapor that merged into the surrounding mist.
Zhang Fei had already been skeptical that the prince was a disciple of an immortal.
Now, seeing this, he was even more convinced that the prince possessed the body of a half-immortal.
"What kind of guard team did he create?! This is a headache!" Zhang Fei hadn't looked closely at the room, otherwise he would
have discovered that the floor was filled with powerful modern weaponry—submachine guns, rocket launchers, mortars—
along with a table laden with elixirs, ancient Ganoderma lucidum, ginseng, and other precious medicinal herbs.
Chapter Six: Liu Bei is a Pretty Boy.
"Master, if you're in heaven, at least give your disciple some advice!" Prince was a believer in gods.
He had come to the Three Kingdoms for no reason, and he didn't believe there wasn't some conspiracy involved. Besides, there were countless time-travel novels on modern websites
. Prince was afraid that if he accidentally changed history, he would incur the jealousy of heaven and be punished.
Even Marshal Tianpeng couldn't protect him.
"Forget it, let's get five hundred innate masters first." Prince sighed after a long time, put away
the weapons and elixirs in the room, and went to Tianxia Manor.
"Brother Fei, has Fatty taken care of those things?" Prince tossed a bottle of Moutai to Zhang Fei and
asked .
"He's done. Second brother, I'm not saying this to criticize you, but you built that manor. It will take at least three months, maybe
half a year , and then the Yellow Turban rebels will attack. What are we going to do?" Zhang Fei was rough but shrewd. He really couldn't understand
why the clever prince would do such a stupid thing.
"Brother Fei is right, but Second Brother is no ordinary person." The Prince said with a sly smile, then flashed towards
the address of Tianxia Manor.
Nonsense, what use would a manor be if built by these mortals?
Back in the modern era, even a celestial being couldn't break into the Tianxia Society headquarters. During
the Three Kingdoms period, there were also some remarkable figures, such as Zuo Ci and Yu Ji.
"Greetings, Manor Lord." The Prince, dressed in black, arrived at Tianxia Manor and saw Zhang Dapang
swaggering . Anger surged within him, and he kicked Zhang Dapang away. With a deep shout, the crowd
was terrified, as if struck by lightning, and immediately kowtowed to the Prince.
"You who enter my Tianxia Manor are naturally different from others. From now on, if anyone dares to bully you, you can tell me
. Zhang Dapang, if there's a next time, I'll skin you alive." The Prince's sharp eyes swept over the crowd, and with a cold
snort , his powerful aura forced everyone to retreat.
"Come with me," the prince said, leading the more than six hundred burly men who had been struggling to stay back to the backyard of his
residence .
Fortunately, the prince and Liu Yu had agreed to buy a larger house.
Otherwise, the backyard wouldn't have been able to accommodate more than six hundred people.
"Brother Fei, Second Brother needs to go into seclusion for ten days. Everything at home is in your hands," the prince said solemnly to
Zhang Fei.
"Second Brother, don't worry. With your elder brother here, I guarantee the home will be alright," Zhang Fei replied, patting his head repeatedly.
"Brother Fei, remember this: if you encounter a man with long arms and big ears in the county town, run
as far . That man is a reincarnation of a cursed star; whoever is destined to be with him will suffer. Also, you absolutely must not kill
him. If you do, his bad luck will transfer to the person who killed him. Remember this!"
To be honest, the prince was worried about Zhang Fei. In the prince's mind, Liu Bei must be someone with some kind of
special ability, so the prince was extremely afraid that his top henchman would be fooled by Liu Bei. Therefore, he had to
repeatedly remind Zhang Fei.
"Second brother, you've said this at least dozens of times. I've remembered it." Upon hearing this, Zhang Fei
interrupted the prince impatiently and said casually, "Second brother, now that you're in seclusion, where am I supposed to find that immortal wine
?"
"I knew you would ask this, brother. The immortal wine is with Liu Yu. You can take one bottle every day, but..."
"Don't let your drinking lead you astray!" The prince finished speaking, then turned and vanished into thin air.
He led six hundred men into the Life and Death
Annihilation the array.
Afterward, the prince popped a third-grade Earth-rank spiritual medicine into his mouth, facing upwards, and began his seclusion.
Meanwhile, as the prince entered the Life and Death Annihilation Array, the impatient Zhang Fei rushed off to find Liu Yu, demanding the Maotai
Immortal Wine.
No one expected that the prince's words would come true. Zhang Fei indeed encountered a
man with long arms and large ears.
"A cursed lone star!" Zhang Fei glared, exclaimed, and transformed into a hurricane, flying backwards
to hide in a shadowy alley.
He covered his head with a bamboo basket, peeking through the gaps at the long-armed, large-eared man.
Meanwhile, Liu Bei, a month ago, returned from his studies. His family was out of rice, his mother had gone hungry for three days, and Liu Bei
had beaten his wife, Guo Shi. Lady Guo was the second daughter of a small merchant family in Zhuojun. After Liu Bei's first wife, Lady Chen,
died , Liu Bei, with the help of his uncle Liu Yuan, married Lady Guo. Liu Bei
was hypocritical and prone to beating and abusing his wives. Lady Guo knew something of the truth about
how .
Not only did Liu Bei beat his wife, he also forced her to beg money from her family for him.
When she refused, he beat her severely.
Left with no other choice, Liu Bei returned to his old trade of weaving straw mats and sandals—a matter he considered his greatest
humiliation.
He felt that as a descendant of the Prince of Zhongshan, a true member of the imperial family, how could he do such menial work?
He was often indignant about this.
Liu Bei had a great secret: he possessed a special kind of charm that could easily sway others and
gain their favor. This charm was amplified exponentially, especially when he wept.
Moreover, Liu Bei diligently practiced martial arts, gaining enlightenment while weaving straw mats and shoes, and mastered a peerless skill—the Dragon and Snake
Transformation. In simpler terms, it's the art of ambidextrous fighting, allowing Liu Bei to multitask,
weaving straw mats with one hand and straw sandals with the other. Liu Bei was a learned man, and the name he gave his skill was quite clever and
grand ! This shows that Liu Bei harbored rebellious ambitions from a young age!
Why not call it rebellion? Because Liu Bei was a member of the royal family, and his struggle for the rightful succession of the Han Dynasty was a private
family matter!
Perhaps today was Liu Bei's unlucky day; he hadn't eaten breakfast and had beaten his wife—bad luck!
Hungry Liu Bei was miserable! Liu Bei was already twenty-eight; he could eat! Liu Bei wondered
if he should try to seduce Li Ersao again today and get a couple of steamed buns.
Following his heart's desire, Liu Bei rose and, with his characteristic dragon-tiger gait, arrived at a steamed bun shop about ten paces away.
He watched a woman in her forties busily steaming and selling buns. Liu Bei's eyes darted around, and noticing that
Old Man Li was not there, he breathed a sigh of relief.
But just then, a feeling of being secretly watched made Liu Bei wary.
"Xuande, haven't you had breakfast yet? It's not that I'm criticizing you, but wandering around all day isn't a
good thing . The other day, the governor issued a proclamation, recruiting local militia in Zhuojun, saying that the Yellow Turban rebels are about to attack.
You're related to the governor, you should try to become a general." Old Man Li
smiled charmingly at Liu Bei as he approached, giving him a flirtatious wink, and spoke in a sweet, coquettish voice.
Liu Bei genuinely liked the still-charming Old Man Li; his taste was unique!
She was the favorite of the middle-aged and elderly men of the Three Kingdoms!
"Is that really true?" Upon hearing this, Liu Bei was slightly startled. He quickly took the hot bun that Li Ersao had
secretly slipped to him and asked in a calm tone,
"What do you mean, 'really' or 'not really'? What could be more real than yours?" Liu Bei's emotions were not outwardly expressed, and Li Ersao,
unaware of Liu Bei's change of heart, continued to wink at him.
Liu Bei took a deep breath, gave Li Ersao a seductive look, and quickly turned and walked towards the center of the street.
Chapter Seven: Guan Yu vs. Zhang Fei
"Bah, what kind of thief is this! Trying to do evil in broad daylight!" Seeing the Lone Star of Calamity
approaching , Zhang Fei was secretly anxious. But at that moment, a loud shout full of righteous energy suddenly
rang in Zhang Fei's ears.
Zhang Fei's heart skipped a beat upon hearing the sound, and his right hand reflexively grabbed at his left shoulder. The other party exclaimed in surprise,
clearly not expecting Zhang Fei to dodge his foolproof grappling technique.
"Hey you red-faced thief, what are you doing grabbing your grandpa!" Seeing the Lone Star of Calamity
drawing was furious at the red-faced giant relentlessly pursuing him, and he shouted at him.
"Whose grandpa are you?!" The red-faced giant's face turned even redder, almost bleeding, his phoenix
eyes widening, and his grip tightened instantly.
"I am your grandpa!" Zhang Fei's sharp tongue was notoriously rude; he wanted to be everyone's
grandpa ! Seeing the other man acting like a wild boar in front of him, the world's number one martial artist, Zhang Fei was even angrier
. Gathering his strength, he roared at the red-faced giant, his voice like thunder, carrying for dozens of feet. The
red-faced giant, Guan Yu (Guan Yunchang), immediately flew into a rage: "You thief, you're courting death!" A fierce killing intent flashed in Guan Yu's
phoenix eyes .
Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang—a series of loud bangs followed. Zhang Fei and Guan Yu exchanged dozens of blows in the blink of an eye,
both fighting with lightning speed and sheer force.
Zhang Fei's face darkened further as he watched Liu Bei rapidly approach, howling in panic.
Guan Yu, on the other hand, was burning with rage, his face flushed crimson, clearly ecstatic, unleashing
thunderous roars .
Liu Bei, watching with boiling blood, was moved to tears. His sixth sense told him that the person he
had been waiting for had finally appeared.
Thinking of this, Liu Bei couldn't help but want to burst into tears!
"Bah, Grandpa's not fighting you anymore!" Liu Bei's eyes gleamed with tears as he closed to
within three zhang of Zhang Fei and Guan Yu. Just then, Zhang Fei shook his head violently, roared, exchanged a punch with Guan Yu, and then turned tail and ran.
"You little brat, don't run away if you dare! Let's fight this grandpa for another three hundred rounds!" Guan Yu, so arrogant,
was truly enraged by Zhang Fei's shamelessness, and hurled insults at him.
Guan Yu's skill was slightly superior to Zhang Fei's, and after regaining his composure, Guan Yu quickly chased after Zhang Fei.
"Hey—hey hey—brother—!"
Seeing the two run away, Liu Bei was dumbfounded. He called out several times, but they didn't stop. In a
panic, Liu Bei took off after them.
Well, Zhang Fei ran for eight whole blocks! Guan Yu stayed a foot behind him, while
Liu Bei trailed three feet behind.
"Brothers, it's better to resolve conflicts than to let them fester. Let's talk this out! Don't run away, cough cough—"
Liu Bei hadn't eaten for three days and was starving. Unable to resist any longer, he grabbed a steamed bun from his pocket and took a couple of bites
. Coupled with his hurried words, Liu Bei choked on the bun. His eyes rolled back, and he swayed before
collapsing to the ground.
Just as Liu Bei fell, Zhang Da Pang arrived with eighteen heroes, carrying butcher knives.
A loud bang followed.
Then Guan Yu let out a painful groan, clutching his left arm, and glared back at Zhang Dapang with eyes blazing with fury.
His icy gaze, as if intent on devouring someone, sent a shiver down Zhang Dapang's spine, nearly causing him to collapse to the ground.
"Dapang, run!" Zhang Fei, seeing this, quickly bypassed Guan Yu, grabbed Zhang Dapang, and ran.
The eighteen heroes were stunned, wondering why the fierce Guan Yu had suddenly become a good guy! Or perhaps Zhang Fei
couldn't that red-faced monster!
"Brother, wake up!" Guan Yu, a tough man, was still concerned for someone despite the blood streaming down his arm;
perhaps his intuition told him that the person lying on the ground was important to him.
"You, you're injured." After Guan Yu's massage, Liu Bei finally regained his senses, his head spinning
. Liu Bei opened his eyes and was immediately shocked, calling out to Guan Yu with concern.
"It's nothing, just a minor injury." Sweat beaded on his forehead, his face flushed, Guan Yu endured
the excruciating pain emanating from the next room and spoke with a heroic air.
"So much blood and it's just a minor injury? I'll carry you to the doctor." Hearing this, Liu Bei's opinion of Guan Yu
rose even higher. Then, his eyes reddened, Liu Bei cried out in pain. Before Guan Yu could even agree, Liu Bei slung Guan Yu over his shoulder and
ran quickly towards the nearest pharmacy.
With the matter between Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei settled, the prince had already entered a
state .
Meanwhile, the six hundred burly men trapped in the Life and Death Annihilation Array were suffering terribly. The ancients were superstitious, believing in gods. Well, those with weak
willpower one by one in the Life and Death Annihilation Array, their souls turning to ashes,
becoming living dead.
The prince's seclusion lasted half a month. When he awoke and
looked , he nearly fainted from anger.
Of the six hundred burly men, only thirteen sat on the ground, looking utterly dejected. This ratio of life to death is
simply outrageous!
The prince, expressionless, walked lightly past the living dead. One after another, the bodies of these burly men were reduced to ashes by the true
fire , causing the eighteen men, who had seen through life and death, to twitch their facial muscles.
"Very good. From today onwards, you are official members of the World Society, and also my personal
guards ." The prince, with one hand behind his back, looked at each of the eighteen men one by one until they
lowered their heads, unable to withstand his piercing gaze. The prince then said to himself with satisfaction, "From this moment on, you will have new
names, new lives. You are Wang Yi, you are Wang Er—you are Wang Shisan. Do you understand?"
"Understood." The eighteen guards responded in unison.
"Have you all not eaten? Speak louder like women." Seeing this, the prince's face darkened, and
he shouted angrily.
"Understood." The eighteen guards, under the prince's coercion, had no choice but to shout at the top of their lungs. At the same time,
they thought , they weren't women, but they really hadn't eaten.
"Hmm." The prince nodded, a slight smile appearing on his lips, and said, "Also, from today
onwards , in private, you must address me as Your Highness, understand?"
"Yes, Your Highness!" the eighteen guards shouted in unison.
Then, the prince activated the Life and Death Illusion Array, and all illusions vanished automatically. Of course, for
the eighteen guards who had seen through life and death, the Life and Death Illusion Array no longer held any power.
"Second brother, you're finally back! Big brother hasn't had a drink for five days, boohoo!" Upon seeing the prince emerge,
Zhang cried out and rushed towards him, tightly embracing him and bursting into tears.
"Brother Fei, how many days have I been in seclusion?" The prince frowned slightly upon seeing this and asked.
"A full fifteen days!"
Zhang Fei exclaimed dramatically, stretching out both hands and lifting one leg.
"Brother Fei, here are ten bottles of Moutai. Take them and have a big meal with them. Keep the money for now."
Prince nodded upon hearing this. "I still need to see my mother." After saying this, Prince ran towards Dongfang Yan's room.
"Come with me." Zhang Fei looked at the eighteen guards, his eyes twitching rapidly. A chill ran down his spine
as he spoke in a trembling voice.
Chapter Eight: Bathing with Mother
"Brother Fei, here are ten bottles of Moutai. Take them and have a big meal with them. Keep the money for now."
Prince nodded upon hearing this. "I still need to see my mother." After saying this, Prince ran towards Dongfang Yan's room.
"Come with me." Zhang Fei looked at the eighteen guards, his eyes twitching rapidly. A chill ran down his spine
as he spoke in a trembling voice.
"Mother, I'm out of seclusion." Prince rushed into Dongfang Yan's room excitedly and called out urgently.
"Little San'er, don't come any closer!" Dongfang Yan, who was taking a bath, heard this and her heart skipped a beat, but her face lit up with joy.
The prince was about to rush in through the gauze
. Snapping out of her daze, Dongfang Yan blushed and cried out to him in a coquettish voice
, "Mother, what are you doing? I'm already in—Mother, you're taking a bath!"
Hearing this, the prince, puzzled, chuckled as he entered. His eyes widened instantly, and he gasped for breath,
his throat dry.
Dongfang Yan, seeing this, blushed deeply, her face turning crimson. She quickly covered herself with her hands,
looking at the stunned prince with an embarrassed and annoyed expression.
"Mother, you're so beautiful!" The prince, regaining his senses,
swallowed He chuckled wickedly, "I want to bathe with Mother." With that, he quickly stripped off his clothes,
naked, and rushed towards Dongfang Yan's bathtub.
"Mother, how have you been while I was gone for half a month? Those maids didn't make you angry, did they?"
the prince asked, still taking advantage of Dongfang Yan.
"No, no." Dongfang Yan, her face flushed, was a little afraid to look at the prince's lecherous gaze, but...
She kept pushing away the prince's groping hands that were reaching up to take advantage of her.
Half-heartedly resisting, the prince finally managed to touch Dongfang Yan's entire body. When Dongfang Yan came out after her bath
, she almost collapsed to the ground.
Then the prince and Dongfang Yan chatted for a while, ate something, and the prince occasionally told a few ambiguous
jokes, making Dongfang Yan blush and giggle, making the prince's bones almost melt.
"Mother, I'm going out to take care of some things. I'll be back to sleep with you tonight," the prince said with a sly
smile , glancing at Dongfang Yan.
Dongfang Yan was so ashamed that she wanted to disappear into the ground, not daring to respond to the prince's words.
"Brother, so that big-eared thief really is your nephew," the prince said
, placing his official rank certificate on the table with his left hand, picking up a glass of Maotai, taking a sip, and
looking at Liu Yu with a puzzled expression.
"Bullshit!" Liu Yu's temper flared upon hearing this, and he couldn't help but curse, "
If we're talking about seniority, he's not even worthy of being my grandson. It's just that Xuande's skin is as thick as a city wall, and his reputation for righteousness is widespread.
He . The fact that he calls me uncle is just something he made up himself. I've never acknowledged
this marriage."
Upon hearing this, the prince almost spat out his wine.
So, Liu Bei's title of "Unparalleled Benevolence and Righteousness, Imperial Uncle Liu" was just something he made up himself. By that logic,
Liu Bei shouldn't be Emperor Xian of Han's uncle, but rather Liu Che should be his imperial uncle.
"Brother, what happened to that red-faced big man later?" The prince smiled and asked Liu Yu.
"I heard he's lying in bed, half-dead," Liu Yu said, frowning.
"Little brother, I heard that the Desert Eagle you gave that kid Zhang is a celestial artifact. I wonder if it's
true "
"Oh, right, right." Upon hearing this, the prince quickly feigned sudden realization and said, "Brother, this is a
ninth-grade celestial pill. Taking one will grant you five hundred years of life. My master said that you are a royal dragon, and immortality is a
heaven-defying act. I begged my master for ten days and ten nights, and he specially bestowed this celestial pill to extend your life by five hundred years. This is
a great act against the heavens. Brother, you must remember to do good deeds and accumulate merit in the future, otherwise, when divine punishment comes, no one can
protect you, and you will surely be reduced to ashes."
Liu Yu was stunned by the prince's deception, his face changing several times, his heart trembling with fear.
"Brother, have you made up your mind? After taking this celestial pill, you will have five hundred years of lifespan. You
must not bad things in the future, or you will be struck by lightning." The prince continued to deceive Liu Yu, whose face had turned pale
.
"Very well, from now on I, Liu Junping, will do more good deeds and accumulate more merit." After a struggle between heaven and man, Liu Yu
finally took the elixir from the prince's hand, his right hand trembling as he put it into his mouth.
The elixir melted upon entering his mouth, and a cool and refreshing sensation spread throughout his body. The prince, having helped Liu
Yu to the very end, also helped him refine the medicinal power, enter the Innate Realm, and rejuvenate.
Chapter Nine: The Reincarnation of the Star Lord
The prince found Zhang Fei and, with eighteen guards, rushed towards Liu Bei's home.
"I did not know that you, young master, would grace my humble abode with your presence. Please forgive my lack of hospitality." Just as Liu Bei was grieving for Guan Yu
, the prince appeared. Liu Bei was overjoyed to see Zhang Fei, but Zhang Fei
was uneasy .
Liu Bei glanced at the prince, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, his expression instantly changing, and he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.
"Big-eared thief, I've come to see Brother Guan." The prince was not going to give Liu Bei a friendly look. Hearing this, he sneered
, pushed Liu Bei aside, and rushed into the house.
"Ah!" Liu Bei cried out in pain and flew out. Normally, Liu Bei was confident in his martial arts skills, but
he never imagined the prince's palm strike would be so terrifying.
Guan Yu, lying on the bed, heard the sound
and his expression immediately changed. "Second brother, don't move! I'm late!"
Seeing this, the prince quickly and affectionately pressed Guan Yu down and fed him a magic pill.
The pill melted instantly in his mouth, and Guan Yu's face flushed red. His weak body felt much better,
his mind cleared, and the pain in his arm lessened.
"Second brother, Fei-ge offended you a lot the other day. I hope you'll be magnanimous and not take offense."
Seeing this, the prince quickly and sincerely said, "Fei-ge, hurry up and apologize to your second brother."
"Hmph." Hearing this, Zhang Fei reluctantly brought over two bottles of Moutai, snorted, and said, "I offended you a lot
the other day ." With that, he slammed the Moutai onto the table.
"Hmph." Guan Yu's arrogant demeanor ignited a fire of anger within him. Had it not been for the sake of the prince
, he would have already attacked.
"Second Brother, these two bottles of immortal wine are worth a fortune. Consider them a small token of my apology to you. Please
accept them." Upon seeing this, the prince glared fiercely at Zhang Fei and quickly said to Guan Yu with a smile.
"Hmm." Guan Yu raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, his face immediately lighting up with delight. He glanced coldly at Zhang Fei and
nodded arrogantly to the prince.
"Second Brother, the gunshot wound in your arm requires immediate surgery. We need to
remove . If you're not afraid of the pain, how about coming to the clinic with me now?"
Upon seeing this, the prince's expression suddenly turned serious as he spoke to Guan Yu with a grave look.
"Haha, what's a little pain!" Guan Yu, thinking the prince looked down on him,
laughed , "I'll go to the clinic with you right now!" As he spoke, Guan Yu got off the bed and
shoved away the prince who tried to help him.
"Waaah!" Just as they reached the door, a heart-wrenching cry suddenly rang out.
Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, upon hearing it, felt as if struck by lightning, deafened, and dizzy.
The prince's expression changed drastically. A powerful aura emanated from Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, growing stronger and more terrifying
with cry of Liu Bei.
"Ha!" The prince roared, grabbing Guan Yu and Zhang Fei and using a spatial teleportation technique
to escape ten feet away.
"Ugh!" The prince landed with a jolt, spitting out a spray of blood.
Guan Yu and Zhang Fei both displayed their natal star marks between their brows, unleashing a terrifying divine might
that forced the prince to break his bones and fly backward.
"Break—Broken Army—Return—Return—Waaah—."
"Seven—Seven Killings—Return—Return—Waaah—."
Just then, a deafening crack of thunder resounded, and Guan Yu and Zhang Fei coughed up a jet of blood over ten feet long,
swaying twice in mid-air before collapsing backward.
At the same time, Liu Bei coughed up three mouthfuls of his own life-giving blood, his body trembling violently several times before his eyes rolled back and he
fainted .
"A reincarnation of a Star Lord!" The prince gasped, even with the powerful backing of Marshal Tianpeng,
he his spine.
He wouldn't have been afraid of other Star Lords.
But the Star Lords Po Jun and Qi Sha were unparalleled fiends, known for their impulsiveness and rage. Aside from Tan Lang,
who could overpower them, they were like crabs among the celestial Star Lords, walking sideways.
"What? Liu Bei is paralyzed!" The prince, who was enjoying a massage from a cute maid, jumped up
from his chair , exclaiming in shock.
"Yes," Liu Yu nodded. "Young Master, could you perhaps treat Xuande? After all, he
is of royal blood. His wife, Lady Guo, came to my residence weeping and pleading. If Xuande
has offended you in any way, I apologize on his behalf."
Liu Yu was about to kneel before the prince.
"Brother, please rise quickly. I have no grudge against Xuande, so why would I harm him? This matter
is suspicious. Let me go and investigate," the prince said urgently, helping Liu Yu up.
When the prince arrived at Liu Bei's house, Liu Bei was half-conscious, paralyzed in bed, with his wife,
Lady Guo her eyes red and swollen, guarding him by his bedside.
The prince felt a strong urge to send Liu Bei back to his rightful place. Since Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were
reincarnations , Liu Bei couldn't be far off; he was likely the Wenqu Star Deity. The prince wasn't afraid of him; he'd heard his master
, Marshal Tianpeng, say he'd fought the Wenqu Star Deity a few times.
Why? Because the Wenqu Star Deity was a pretty boy in heaven, often vying for the affections of Marshal Tianpeng.
"Sigh." The prince's eyes darted around, and a wicked thought suddenly occurred to him. He sighed, pulled
Liu Yu outside, and whispered, "Brother, I've discovered that Lady Guo, the wife of Liu, carries an innate Yin
energy destined to bring misfortune to her husband and children. If this innate Yin energy isn't neutralized soon, Xuande's life may not be long!"
"What?" Liu Yu was shocked and quickly grabbed the prince, saying urgently, "Young master,
you must save Xuande!"
"Brother, come closer—" The prince turned and gave the paralyzed Liu Bei a sinister look, his expression grave
, and spoke to Liu Yu in a serious tone.
"Young master, perhaps this isn't a good idea," Liu Yu said hesitantly.
"This is the only way," the prince said decisively. "Do you think I'm after Guo's
beauty ? Hmph, if I wanted a woman, I could just wave my hand and countless beauties would throw themselves at me."
Chapter Ten: Stealing Liu Bei's Wife
"Young master, please calm down, calm down, I'll go and do it right away."
Upon hearing this, Liu Yu's expression changed instantly. He rushed into the room and lectured and scolded Guo, making her
face turn pale, her expression filled with fear and self-reproach, almost unable to hold back her suicide attempt.
"This servant greets—Master." Under Liu Yu's intimidation and threats, Guo, with tears streaming down her face, looked reluctantly
at Liu Bei on the bed, walked out of the door, came to the prince, and knelt down, sobbing uncontrollably.
Don't say the prince was too cunning; he even took Liu Bei's wife.
Guo was Liu Bei's second wife, and sooner or later she would be abandoned by Liu Bei. Liu Bei was living a life of
wandering and hardship what good life could Guo have with him? Not to mention the four stunning beauties—
Lady Gan, Lady Mi, Lady Sun, and Lady Wu—who were later abandoned by Liu Bei ! Hey, don't be fooled by the prince's seemingly righteous words that he wasn't after Lady Guo's beauty; in fact, he really was . Not long after Liu Bei's first wife died, Lady Guo entered the household less than two years later, around fifteen or sixteen years old—roughly the age of a middle school student in our modern world. You see, in ancient times, girls married at twelve or thirteen; if they weren't married by fifteen or sixteen, they might never get married . The prince has a thing for young girls; he's raised several adorable little girls in modern times. Back home, Lady Guo washed up, changed into clean clothes, and indeed, she was a timeless beauty with white eyebrows. And you know what? Liu Bei really had a good eye for women! "Lady Guo, now that you've entered my Wang family's gates, becoming my servant, as your master, I naturally must give you a name . From now on, you shall be called Guo Xiang," the prince said with a smile, reclining in his armchair and glancing sideways at Guo Xiang. "Yes, Master." Upon hearing this, Guo Xiang's beautiful eyes welled up with tears again, her pink lips brimming with affection as she bowed deeply . "Guo Xiang, remember this. My Wang family is a large and powerful clan. Never violate the rules ." Suddenly, a sharp glint flashed in the prince's eyes as he coldly addressed Guo Xiang. "Yes, Master." Upon hearing this, Guo Xiang trembled, her face filled with fear, and she quickly kowtowed to the prince. "Hmm." Seeing this, the prince nodded slightly and said, "As long as you are obedient, I guarantee you will never have to worry about food or clothing, and you will enjoy endless wealth and luxury. Our Wang family is rich, extremely rich, with plenty of money." Looking at the prince's nouveau riche appearance, the two lovely maids behind him couldn't help but smile. "Yes, Master." Upon hearing this, Guo Xiang couldn't help but smile inwardly as well, and quickly replied respectfully, no longer as afraid of the prince as before. The prince wasn't wrong. The Wang family used to be poor, but things changed with the prince half a month ago, the prince became the youngest patriarch in the Wang family's history, and he also purchased vast tracts of fertile land for the family, propelling them into the ranks of the new feudal ruling class. Although others saw the Wang family as nouveau riche, the other landowning clans gradually accepted their existence. Winning hearts and minds was essential. In ancient times, clans weren't loyal to the emperor, but to their patriarch , their head of the family. With the prince's family growing powerful, relying solely on outsiders wouldn't suffice; only members of the Wang family would be truly loyal . So, even a fool born into the Wang family would become a powerful fool! "Patriarch, Fei Ye and Guan Yu have woken up!" Wang Xiaohu rushed in, his face beaming with joy, and knelt down with a thud, respectfully addressing the prince. "Oh," the prince responded with a slight murmur, his heart filled with excitement, before rising and going to the other courtyard.

"Second brother, what's going on? I feel like I have inexhaustible strength all over my body." Zhang Fei,
exuding a fierce and powerful aura, asked the prince with a puzzled look.
Guan Yu also looked at the prince with a questioning gaze.
"Brother Fei, you've been sleeping for seven days and seven nights. So, it seems that you two brothers have already mastered the profound art."
The prince lied without batting an eye.
"What profound art?" Zhang Fei couldn't help but shout and ask urgently.
"Ahem." The prince coughed twice and said, "Brother Fei, you took my Nine-Turn Immortal Pill and have opened the gate
to life and death , entering the Innate Martial Realm. If nothing unexpected happens, you can easily live two or three hundred years
longer."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Fei and Guan Yu were immediately filled with excitement.
"Brothers, don't get excited. The road to immortality is long," the prince
said seriously, seeing their reaction. "I can only live for a little over a thousand years at most. The feast is prepared in the Peach Garden.
Brothers, please wash up and come with me to celebrate."
"Yes, yes," Zhang Fei replied, his heart pounding with shock. Coming to his senses, he quickly nodded in agreement.
Guan Yu, still as cool as ever, barely ate any food in the Peach Garden, but drank four or five bottles of Moutai.
"Good wine, good wine, truly good wine!" Guan Yu laughed heartily, his face flushed.
"Of course! My second brother's immortal wine is not something ordinary people can drink," Zhang Fei said disdainfully, downing a
large bowl of wine. The prince felt a pang of heartache watching this Moutai-drinking.
"Your second brother!" Guan Yu, upon hearing this, was immediately enraged, his anger rising. His eyes darted around, and he suddenly
had an idea: "Such a beautiful scene, with wine and food, yet I feel something is missing."
"Missing what?" The prince, startled, asked.
"Atmosphere, an atmosphere," Guan Yu said with a slight smile.
"What atmosphere?" Zhang Fei's eyes widened, and he roared at Guan Yu.
Guan Yu smiled slightly, remaining silent, but his eyes held a meaningful look as he looked at the prince.
"Oh," the prince said, suddenly realizing, "If we could swear brotherhood in the Peach Garden, this
feast would be even more enjoyable."
"Swear brotherhood? With whom?" Zhang Fei shouted.
"You don't want to?" The prince and Guan Yu looked at Zhang Fei simultaneously, speaking in unison.
"Hmph," Zhang Fei snorted coldly, knowing there was no escaping this.
So, the prince ordered his men to bring the sacrificial offerings of a black ox and a white horse, and the three of them burned incense, bowed, and swore an oath.
"Now, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and the Prince, though of different surnames, have become sworn brothers. We will work together to relieve the distressed and help the needy;
to serve the country above and bring peace to the people below. We do not seek to be born on the same day, month, and year, but only wish to die on the same day, month, and year. Heaven and Earth
bear witness to this heart; those who betray this oath will be condemned by both Heaven and Man!" After the oath, they acknowledged Guan Yu as the elder brother, Zhang Fei as the second, and the Prince as the younger.
After the sworn brotherhood in the Peach Garden, the three feasted for three days and three nights.
Chapter Eleven: Liu Yan Also Wants Immortality
. For the past six months, the Prince has been living a leisurely life. The gates of Tianxia Manor are always bustling with activity. Various princes and nobles
send people to Tianxia Manor to buy immortal wine and divine smoke. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the Prince earns a fortune every day.
"Master, it's time to set off." Guo Xiang came to the Prince and said respectfully in a low voice.
"The Yellow Turban Rebellion has broken out, and I will immediately go to Youzhou to pay my respects to the Prefect
. I will return in three to five months at the shortest, Mother, please do not worry." The prince said, looking at his mother who was filled with reluctance and worry. "
Little San'er, you must be very careful on your journey. Consult with your two elder brothers on everything, and do not act rashly."
Dongfang Yan said with tears in her eyes and a worried expression.
"Don't worry, Aunt. With my second brother and me here, we will ensure San'er's safety." Guan Yu, riding on his Ferghana horse
, held his Green Dragon Crescent Blade and solemnly swore to Dongfang.
"Anyone who dares to bully San'er will have to ask my eighteen-foot steel spear first." Zhang Fei roared fiercely, his leopard eyes
gleaming .
If Dongfang Yan hadn't known Zhang Fei well, a stranger would have thought he was some kind of evil god.
"San'er, go." Dongfang Yan was afraid that she would burst into tears if she continued, so she quickly took a deep
breath and waved goodbye to the prince.
"Yes, Mother." The prince secretly squeezed Dongfang Yan's palm twice, then mounted his horse. With a whoosh,
he drew demon-slaying sword from his waist, pointed it diagonally to the sky, and shouted, "Blood Dragon Guards, heed my command! Set off!"
The three thousand Blood Dragon Guards responded in unison, marching in perfect unison, their imposing aura and murderous intent soaring to the heavens, heading towards Youzhou.
For the sake of those three words, "Blood Dragon Guards," the prince had bribed countless court officials, spending countless amounts of gold.
Apart from the royal family, who would dare to use the word "dragon" to name their private guard?
This was practically a crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of their family.
Half a month later, the three princes arrived at the Youzhou Prefectural Governor's Mansion.
The three thousand Blood Dragon Guards remained outside the city, under the command of Zhang Dapang.
There was no other way; now, besides Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, the prince had no one else to rely on.
Don't underestimate Zhang Dapang; he was now a master of the Innate Realm, capable of withstanding three moves from both Guan Yu and Zhang Fei.
"Brother, this is Prince Zi of Zhuojun." Liu Yu, dressed in brocade robes, personally welcomed the three princes into
the prefect's residence and introduced them to Liu Yan.
"Wang Tianjiu of Tianxia Mountain Villa greets the prefect, wishing the prefect a long and prosperous life." Seeing the wink Liu Yan gave him,
the prince , oblivious to the situation, quickly stepped forward and bowed to Liu Yan.
Kneeling? Impossible!
Liu Yan looked to be in his thirties, well-preserved, with a thin, long face and a slightly sickly pallor,
clearly the result of excessive indulgence in wine and women. "This humble subject, Guan Yu (Zhang Fei), greets the prefect ." Guan Yu and Zhang Fei also bowed to Liu Yan
in a similar manner . "Hmm." Liu Yan, seeing this, didn't mind and nodded slightly, saying, "Please, three heroes, take a seat. Junping , you may also sit." "Thank you, sir." "Yes, brother." The three princes and Liu Yu bowed to Liu Yan together in thanks. "I've long heard of the young hero, Master of Tianxia Manor. Seeing you today, I can confirm the rumors are true." Liu Yan, after the four princes sat down, put down his teacup, smiled at the princes, and said, "The three heroes have come; how many men have you brought?" "Reporting to the Prefect, Tianjiu and his two elder brothers have brought three thousand men to quell the bandits," the prince replied, forcing a smile . This was a formality, something everyone understood perfectly well; it had to be done. For someone naturally averse to trouble…

The prince felt a surge of annoyance.
"Brother, the young master's three thousand Blood Dragon Guards from the Tianxia Mountain Villa are all elite, capable of taking on ten men each. His two
elder brothers both heroes of our time. As the saying goes, 'a just cause for war,' you should give the three of you a proper title." Liu Yu
, knowing the prince's temperament, quickly reminded Liu Yan.
"Hmm." Liu Yan paused for a moment, then nodded, adopting a haughty demeanor, and said, "Wang Tianjiu, Guan
Yunchang, Zhang Yide, listen to my command. I hereby temporarily appoint you three as Cavalry Commandant and Left and Right Generals of the Household, leading three thousand
troops to suppress the Yellow Turban rebels. Once the official appointment documents from the court arrive, you will be officers of our Great Han." Upon hearing
Liu Yan's words, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were both deeply moved.
Guan Yu, a former murderer, had suddenly transformed into a civil servant, a member of the ruling
class . How could Guan Yu not be excited? How could he not be thrilled? As if he'd drunk ten bottles of Moutai, his face was flushed red,
almost dripping blood.
As for Zhang Fei, a butcher by trade, he had the mindset of a commoner; upon hearing he'd become an official and bring glory to his ancestors
, he was naturally overjoyed.
"Yes, sir," the three princes rose and knelt on one knee before Liu Yan.
"Good, official business is done. Now let's talk about personal matters," Liu Yan said, nodding slightly.
Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were startled and looked at Liu Yan with confusion; they seemed to recall having
no .
"Immortal Master, save me!" Liu Yan suddenly leaped three feet from his seat, knelt
at the prince's feet, and embraced him tightly, wailing, "Immortal Master, I have an eighty-year-old mother,
several wives and children, and three hundred retainers. I don't want to die! Please, Immortal Master, save me! Grant me an elixir of immortality, to restore my youth, and grant me
eternal life! Waaah—"
"This—" The prince hesitated, his expression turning troubled.
"Immortal Master, I swear, I will treat the people well from now on, love them like my own children, and do many good deeds. I beg for your
mercy, Immortal Master, to grant me immortality!" Liu Yan's cries darkened the heavens and earth, dimming the sun and moon, a sound filled with sorrow.
He went to great lengths, even kowtowing until his head bled.
This was the main reason why the prince had such good relationships with so many ministers in court.
The prince's other identity was that of a mortal immortal master—the Heavenly Nine Immortal!
"Alas." The prince looked at Liu Yu with disappointment, reached out to help Liu Yan up, and sighed, "If it were an ordinary
person, I could grant him immortality on behalf of my master. But, my lord, you are a member of the royal family, imbued with dragon energy. If you were
to live forever, wouldn't that be a great act of defying the heavens? At that time, the universe would be turned upside down, and the world would be in chaos. Not only would divine punishment descend upon the world, and you would be reduced to ashes, but
all common people in the world would also suffer because of you, and countless lives would be lost."
"Then—then how could my third brother—" Liu Yan was greatly shocked upon hearing this, his face turned pale, and he tried to argue with
some lack of confidence.
"Foolish!" The prince waved his sleeve and roared, "Junping has no control over his body, and the dragon energy is contained within
him . His ability to regain his youth through good deeds and accumulating merit is already an extraordinary skill. If he desires immortality, Junping
has a long and arduous journey ahead, much like Jing Ke's."
"Young Master, I was wrong!" Liu Yu, deeply moved, knelt at the prince's feet and
wept bitterly.
"Immortal Master, is there no way to save him?" Liu Yan wiped away his tears, still somewhat unwilling to give up
.
"There is and there is neither." The prince left with those words and turned to leave. He stood on the void, exuding the air of a venerable
immortal .
"Third Brother!" Guan Yu and Zhang Fei called out, hurriedly following.
"Junping, what did you mean by what you just said, Immortal Master?" Liu Yan asked Liu Yu, his expression somewhat agitated and his voice trembling slightly
.
"Brother, it seems the immortal is testing you. Brother, how about this: you pass your title to Zhang'er, and
we'll all go and serve the young master as his servants? As the saying goes, 'When one attains enlightenment,
even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.' He's an immortal ascending, so we can follow him to the celestial realm and become immortal wandering immortals."
Liu Yu, who had recently been diligently studying legends of immortals and Taoist scriptures, spoke with such eloquence that Liu Yan was momentarily stunned.
Chapter Twelve: The Yellow Turban Little Girl
Three days later, the prince and his two companions led three thousand elite soldiers to attack Daxing Mountain.
"Stop." Cheng Yuanzhi, with a bandit-like air, waved his hand, ordering the more than ten thousand Yellow Turban warriors to halt.
"General, why did we stop? We should speed up our journey; we can capture Zhuojun by nightfall and feast for three days."
A chubby boy with a fair complexion rode up to Cheng Yuanzhi's side and asked.
"Ah Mao, you don't know this, do you? There's a saying in military strategy: 'Where there are high mountains, there are always ambushes
.' Men, go scout ahead."
Upon hearing this, Cheng Yuanzhi's expression turned serious, and he earnestly instructed his underling, Deng Mao.
"General, you are truly wise! My admiration for you is like a surging river, endless
and unstoppable, like the overflowing Yellow River. In short, follow you, General, listen to your words, and
under the wise leadership of the Heavenly General, Earthly General, and Human General, I will surely be promoted and wealthy, with plenty to eat and drink!"
Deng Mao exclaimed, full of worship.
The prince, not far away, nearly coughed up blood, unable to contain himself.
"Alright, such a petty thief, let him live." The prince raised an eyebrow and laughed.
"Reporting, General, we haven't found anything unusual ahead." A scout quickly dismounted and
reported respectfully to Cheng Yuanzhi.
"Hmm." Cheng Yuanzhi nodded upon hearing this, and with a wave of his hand, he exclaimed with heroic spirit, "Advance!"
"Form ranks!" Before Cheng Yuanzhi and his men had even left the mountain, the prince suddenly roared, his voice like thunder, echoing through
the hundred ranks, startling Cheng Yuanzhi and his men. Three thousand Blood Dragon Guards, each clad in black iron armor, wielding sharp blades,
armed to the teeth, a large, ferocious blood-red character on their chests exuding immense murderous aura.
"Hiss!" Cheng Yuanzhi gasped sharply, his face changing drastically, and shouted, "Retreat, retreat quickly!"
With a thud, the prince was so startled that he fell directly off his horse.
"Are you kidding me? Kill them all!" The prince smoothed his helmet, his face flushed, and roared in a
fit , charging forward with a greatsword in hand.
"Your grandpa is here!" Zhang Fei snapped out of his daze, shouting and charging forward with his spear.
Guan Yu shook his head slightly, thoroughly disliking Zhang Fei's penchant for acting like a grandfather.
"Grandpa, spare me! Grandpa, spare me!"
"Sir, I was forced into this! I don't want to die!"
Well, the prince, who had hoped to experience the thrill of war, was wrong, terribly wrong.
He suddenly realized that the ancient working people were actually quite clever; if they couldn't win, they surrendered. Anyone with a modicum of
conscience would find it hard to harm a surrendered working class.
"Traitor, kneel down now!" Zhang Dapang stood beside the prince, using his position to intimidate the bruised and battered
Cheng Yuanzhi, shouting loudly.
"A man—a true gentleman—has principles of right and wrong. Confucius said, 'To achieve benevolence,' Mencius said, 'To uphold righteousness.' At worst, I'll be a hero again in
eighteen years!" Cheng Yuanzhi snorted coldly, straightening his chest,
looking righteous and awe-inspiring.
"Is that so?" The prince sneered, brushing away the long hair that obscured his vision.
"My lord, don't hit me—don't hit me—waaaah—!" Seeing the prince's action, Cheng Yuanzhi
reflexively knelt at his feet, pleading and crying.
This stark contrast left Guan Yu and Zhang Fei stunned, while Zhang Dapang stared in disbelief!
"Hmph, do you know why I hit you!" the prince asked coldly. Having failed to win the battle,
the prince, seething with anger, naturally vented his frustration on Cheng Yuanzhi.
"I—I don't know," Cheng Yuanzhi replied cautiously, glancing at the prince with fear
.
"I'll fucking swear!" the prince roared, "You idiot! Why did you
retreat without a fight! Do you think you're so smart? Even if you couldn't beat us, you should at least put up a fight before running! I
've never seen such a cowardly rebel general! And you think I would
n't recognize you just because you're disguised and wearing a vest? Hmph!"
"My lord, I was wrong!" Stunned, Cheng Yuanzhi suddenly let out a bloodcurdling scream,
his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
"Ah Mao, come here, don't be afraid, I'm a good person!" the prince said, retracting his right leg that was still in mid-air, to
Deng Mao, who was kneeling beside him, his face deathly pale.
"My lord, my grandfather, I was wrong, all my faults. I deserve to die, I am guilty, I shouldn't have
joined the peasant Yellow Turban Army and opposed you, my grandfather. I'll do it myself. Ah—."
Upon hearing this, Deng Mao was so frightened that he wet himself. He hurriedly kowtowed repeatedly to the prince, admitting his mistake. Finally, Deng Mao
voluntarily covered his chest with his hands, let out a non-human scream, his eyes rolled back, and he fell backward unconscious.
"I—." The prince, who had originally wanted to gain a pleasing follower, almost bled from anger upon seeing this.
"Haha—." Guan Yu and Zhang Fei couldn't help but burst into laughter upon seeing this.
Well, according to the script, Qingzhou is relieved.
The prince didn't want to go to Qingzhou. He wanted to go directly to Luoyang to have a late-night chat with Empress He and Sister Dong.
Cai Wenji should still be a little loli now. Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao shouldn't have gone to Jiangdong yet.
As for Zou Jing, the prince didn't even give him a second glance.
He traveled quickly and arrived in Qingzhou.
"Not good, run! It's the Taiqing One Qi Transformation Divine Formation!" Ever since entering Qingzhou, the prince had felt something was
off. Upon arriving at the bandit camp, he finally realized what was wrong.
It turned out that the entire heaven and earth energy of Qingzhou had been gathered together using a heaven-defying formation.
"Kill!" The prince's words had barely left his lips when the battle cries erupted.
The prince and his companions were caught in an ambush, their faces
paling. Even Cheng Yuanzhi, who had just surrendered and become the deputy commander, and Deng Mao, the captain of the personal guard, were deathly pale .
All around them, golden light shone, and countless heavenly soldiers clad in yellow armor and wielding divine weapons charged towards them
.
"Borrowing ten thousand heavenly soldiers to possess them, what a grand gesture!" The prince fought desperately, his hatred
simmering .
"Hold on, they won't last much longer."
Feeling his Blood Dragon Guards fall by a hundred or so in an instant, the prince nearly coughed up blood.
"Your grandpa's here, don't run!" Zhang Fei yelled frantically, brandishing his steel spear, but no
one came forward. All the heavenly soldiers retreated at the mere sight of Zhang Fei.
Guan Yu was also sweating profusely with anxiety.
"I—I'll fight you to the death!" The prince, his eyes bloodshot and lips bleeding from biting
them , roared to the sky, his hair flying, and he hurled
countless 21st-century hand grenades like locusts swarming through the air.
Then came a series of deafening booms.
The earth trembled, men and horses fell, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and dust billowed.
"Where's the array eye? Where's the array eye?!" Ignoring the stunned Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, the prince activated his
Heavenly Eye, scanning his surroundings.
"Break!" The prince retrieved a replica of the Nine-Toothed Rake from his Void Ring—a genuine high-grade immortal artifact
. A golden light flashed, and the prince raised his hands high, slamming the rake down on the array eye.
A deafening roar shook the heavens.
A beautiful little girl, about eight or nine years old, dressed in white, coughed up her life-giving
blood and fainted on the altar.
The thirty-six white jade talismans instantly turned to dust, scattering in the wind, and the great formation collapsed.
In that short time, over five hundred of the three thousand Blood Dragon Guards were killed, and over a thousand were wounded.
"Little girl!" The prince, wielding a rake, exclaimed in shock, completely dumbfounded!
Chapter Thirteen: Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao are Demons.
"You bad guy, let me go right now! Otherwise, my father will kill you!" Facing
the little girl who was baring her teeth and threatening him, the prince unceremoniously raised his hand and slapped her firm, bouncy bottom hard
.
"You bad guy, you bad guy! You're so mean!" The little girl, clinging to the prince, struggled incessantly, her
pink legs raised, her cheeks flushed, tears glistening in her beautiful eyes, her little mouth cursing incessantly.
"Girls shouldn't be like this, learning military formations and causing bloodshed! Do you know
how many Blood Dragon Guards you've cost me? How much I have to pay to train even one Blood Dragon Guard?" The prince grew angrier as he spoke,
his grip tightening unconsciously.
"It hurts! You're bullying me! Waaah—!" The little girl's cries grew softer and softer
until into a tearful sob.
"Don't cry, sweetie. Brother hurt you, let me rub it for you." Seeing this, the prince smiled slightly, reaching out
to cover the little girl's pert buttocks and gently kneading them.
The crying little girl felt a tingling pleasure coming from behind her, her tearful eyes widening suddenly, and
she couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure: "Mmm—."
"Feels good, doesn't it?" the prince chuckled slyly.
"Ugh, you bad guy! You bad guy! You
shameless, lewd, big bad guy! I hate you so much. Waaah—." The little girl subconsciously responded upon hearing this, but when she realized what she was doing, her face turned bright red, and
she cursed him in a fit of embarrassment and anger. Finally, she couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Hey, Zhang Ling'er, don't cry. I'll just let you go back." When the prince saw that Zhang Jiao's only daughter
was really crying, crying sadly, he was flustered.
Look at him, what a good person the prince is, he even made the little girl cry.
"Really!" Upon hearing this, the little girl opened her teary eyes wide and looked at the prince in disbelief.
"This prince never lies." Upon hearing this, the prince opened his folding fan with a whoosh and
said in a resolute tone.
"You said it yourself, you can't go back on your word." The little girl wiped away her tears, climbed off the prince, took
three steps back, stared intently at him, chanted an incantation, and produced a yellow talisman. A dazzling golden light
shot out, and the little girl vanished from the prince's sight in an instant.
"Third brother, how could you let that little demoness escape?" Guan Yu and Zhang Fei
were somewhat displeased when they saw Zhang Ling'er disappear from the carriage.
"Big brother, it's alright." The prince shook his head and said, "If she escapes, we'll just catch her again."
They had traveled all the way to Yingchuan, and the prince had deliberately slowed down the journey. By the time the prince and his men arrived, Zhang Liang and
Zhang Bao had been defeated by Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun's fire attack.
Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, following the prince's plan, were able to seize the remnants of Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao's army and slaughter them!
"Such a strong demonic aura!" The prince frowned and couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.
Behind the Yellow Turban army, two streaks of azure demonic energy shot straight into the sky.
"Could Zhang Liang and
Zhang .
Just then, a group of people attacked from the southwest. The leader, wielding a long sword, was incredibly imposing, like
a tiger among sheep, cutting through the Yellow Turban army as if they were nothing.
The prince thought to himself that this man must be the cunning and ruthless Cao Cao!
However, time was of the essence, so the prince abandoned his chance to meet Cao Cao and used his invisibility technique
to fly towards the rear of the Yellow Turban army.
"Yu Ji, your Langya lineage is also part of my Jie Sect's lineage. Why did you collude with Zuo Ci of the Chan Sect to murder the
Three Kings of the East Sea?" Zhang Liang, covered in blood, glared angrily at a yellow-robed Taoist priest and shouted.
"Hmph, Zhang Liang, Zhang Bao, have you forgotten the Covenant of the Gods? Although you have reincarnated,
you are still demons. As demons, you cannot wreak havoc on the world. This land now belongs to the legitimate human race. How can we allow you demon cultivators to cause
trouble?" Yu Ji said coldly, his expression unchanged.
"Hahaha—hahaha—." Zhang Bao suddenly burst into laughter, his voice filled with sorrow.
He shouted, "What a fine claim of being the legitimate human race! Back in the days of the Heavenly Emperor, when we demons roamed this land
, humans were merely food created for us by the Goddess Nuwa."
"Heaven's sins may be forgiven, but self-inflicted sins are unforgivable." Yu Ji roared in anger, "Since you are so
stubborn, don't blame me for not showing any mercy."
As Yu Ji spoke, a five-colored light shot out from his hand—the Great Five Elements Banner.
"Uncle Yu Ji, don't hurt my second and third uncles!" Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao, filled with anger and despair,
were about to self-destruct their primordial spirits when the little girl rushed out.
"Ling'er, step back quickly." Upon seeing the little girl, Yu Ji hesitated for a moment, and
the Five suddenly stopped in mid-air.
"No—." The little girl said resolutely, "The world, it's all this world! It makes Uncle Yu Ji and my father
and uncles turn against each other! What's so good about this world? What's so good about being a person?" The little
girl spoke with tears streaming down her face,
her eyes filled with grief and indignation. "Enough." Seeing this, Yu Ji was moved, withdrew the Great Five Elements Banner, and said to Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao,
"Go back to the East Sea. Otherwise, next time we meet, don't blame me for not showing any mercy."
With that, Yu Ji rode away on a yellow cloud.
"Cough cough—." Zhang Liang coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and said to the little girl.
"Ling'er, go to Guangzong and find your father. Tell him that the three of us brothers will retire together and return to the East Sea to be our
carefree kings. What does it matter if we worry about the lives and deaths of the people?"
"Okay." The little girl nodded and said, "Take care, uncles." After the little girl finished
speaking, she chanted a spell, took out a yellow talisman, and disappeared in a golden light.
"Fellow Daoists in the shadows can come out now. What kind of heroes hide like this?" Seeing the little girl leave,
Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao's expressions changed drastically, and they shouted angrily at the place where the prince was hiding.
Chapter Fourteen Dong Zhuo, a real fierce man
"Hehe." The prince couldn't help but laugh when he heard this.
So the three Zhang brothers are reincarnations of demons. In that case, Zhang Jiao must be a dragon or
a divine dragon. "I am Yinhe Tianjiu Zhenren, greetings
to the two fellow Daoists." The prince appeared from the void and bowed to Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao. "Yinhe Tianjiu Zhenren? You're the mysterious Taoist who kidnapped Ling'er?" Zhang Bao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing coldly as he asked the prince in a cold voice. "Half right, Your Highness isn't a 'Taoist,' but rather the disciple of a genuine immortal." The prince replied with a nonchalant smile. As he spoke, the prince took out a replica of the Nine-Toothed Rake. "What do you want to do!" Upon seeing the genuine immortal artifact, the Zhang brothers, Liang and Bao, immediately tensed up. Because after the Investiture of the Gods, immortal artifacts were rarely seen in the mortal world. "I don't want to do anything. I'm just informing you in advance that I'm determined to marry Ling'er. Don't glare at ; I'm not the kind of person who starts something and then abandons it. Besides, I'll be returning to the Heavenly Realm soon, so there's no harm in Ling'er staying with me." The prince, with his thick skin, shamelessly deceived the Zhang brothers, Liang and Bao . "Oh, right, I forgot to tell you something. That bastard Zuo Ci is utterly shameless, and Zhang Tiangong is very likely nearing the end of his life." After saying this, the prince adopted the air of someone who had received a great master and ascended into the sky. "What!" Upon hearing this, Zhang Liang and Bao's expressions changed drastically. "King Tianjiu of Qidu greets the two lords." The prince, along with Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, knelt on one knee . Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun were indeed formidable figures, famous generals of the late Eastern Han Dynasty, even more powerful than the later eighteen warlords.

"Awesome! Huangfu Song has risen to the rank of Grand Commandant, second only to the emperor. Even Cao Cao is quite wary of him.
" "Hmm." Huangfu Song, seeing this, narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly. Clearly, he looked down on
the princes and the others, after all, they were commoners, not from any prestigious family.
The princes, in particular, had made their fortune through shamanistic rituals, similar to Zhang Jiao's profession, so Huangfu Song
harbored deep suspicion towards them.
The princes waited for a long time, but Huangfu Song didn't tell them to get up. They felt a surge of disgust towards Huangfu Song, and their hearts were filled with
resentment.
"Generals, please rise quickly." Zhu Jun glanced around, then quickly gave Huangfu Song a look, waving
for the three princes to rise.
The three princes, having somehow emerged from the command tent, were all seething with anger.
They should have marched directly to Guangzong; it would have been better than enduring the humiliation of Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun.
The feudal system truly crushes people.
"Hmph, let you be so smug. Soon, Fatty Dong will torture you to death." The prince
thought wickedly to himself, mounted his horse, and waved his hand, saying to Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, "Big brother, second brother, let's go to Guangzong
to kill the bandits."
"Waaah—!" Zhang Fei finally couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, what kind of bastards are they? I really
want to whip them a couple of times to vent my anger."
"Second brother, shut up."
Guan Yu, who was much calmer and more composed, quickly stopped Zhang Fei to prevent him from
saying anything that might cause trouble. After all, they were born into a family with illegitimate origins.
Traveling through the night, three days later, the prince finally met the legendary Dong Zhuo.
Dong Zhuo, what a fierce man!
Dong Zhuo was 1.8 meters tall, weighed about 300 jin, wore earth-yellow armor, had a large
belly , and held two tiger-headed sabers. Black mist swirled around him as he leaped and jumped around,
fighting Zhang Liang, Zhang Bao, and Zhang Ling'er.
His movements were incredibly agile, his swordsmanship brimming with domineering power, showing no fear whatsoever of the
innate !
The prince sensed that Guan Yu and Zhang Fei's breathing had noticeably quickened, and his eyes gleamed with excitement.
Meanwhile, hidden in the clouds from Guan Yu and Zhang Fei's view, a gray-robed Taoist riding a crane was locked in combat with a burly man
in yellow .
In a battle between masters, momentum was paramount. Especially for cultivation masters, a single misstep could result
in annihilation .
"You fiends, I will spare your lives today, but next time we meet, I will take your lives!"
Dong Zhuo knew he couldn't gain the upper hand against three opponents, and that continuing this stalemate might lead to an unexpected defeat.
So, Dong Zhuo roared, his massive body hurtling towards Zhang Ling'er. Zhang Ling'er instinctively
dodged to the side, and Dong Zhuo seized the opportunity, vanishing in a flash.
Moreover, during their escape, Dong Zhuo walked in a zigzag pattern, constantly looking back, his heart pounding with anxiety as he watched
the direction the prince and his companions were heading.
Upon seeing this, the prince nearly coughed up blood.
They had seen the famous figure, but had no chance to establish a connection.
It seemed the prince and his companions had made a wasted trip.
At that moment, a deafening "Boom!" resounded.
The world changed drastically, dark clouds obscuring the sky.
Amidst thunder and lightning, a mournful cry rang out from the crane beneath Zuo Ci, and Zhang Jiao
followed .
"Father!"
"Elder Brother!"
Upon seeing this, Zhang Ling'er and the other two paled instantly, and a torrential downpour began.
Zhang Jiao lay in a pool of blood, his face as pale as paper.
Chapter Fifteen: Zhang Jiao's Death
"Ling'er—." Zhang Jiao's eyes were clouded with tears, his gaze blank as he stared at Zhang Ling'er, his right hand outstretched,
trying to grasp something, but grasping nothing.
The legendary charlatan had thus departed, dying with unfulfilled ambitions.
"Father—!"
"Eldest Brother—!"
Zhang Ling'er and the other two couldn't help but burst into tears upon seeing Zhang Jiao's departure.
"I will avenge my eldest brother!" Zhang Bao said through gritted teeth, tears streaming down his face.
Then, Zhang Bao self-destructed his physical body, and a black dragon burst forth, transforming into a hundred-foot-tall creature
that stirred up clouds and storms—truly a great evil dragon!
The two armies clashed, and the government army suffered a crushing defeat.
The prince led Zhang Fei and Guan Yu in a rapid retreat.
Even a mad dog bites, let alone a raging dragon.
"Second Brother!" Zhang Liang cried out in alarm upon seeing Zhang Bao's madness, his grief intensifying.
"Second Uncle! No!" Zhang Ling'er, seeing Zhang Bao sacrifice his physical body, turned pale, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, and
she sobbed uncontrollably .
"Give me back my brother's life!" Zhang Bao roared,
opening his maw and swallowing over a thousand people, friend or foe, whole. Having consumed the blood, Zhang Bao's strength increased dramatically. A faint yellow light shot into the sky from the direction of the East Sea;
upon closer inspection, it was Zhang Bao's true form as a dragon.
Returning to his true form, Zhang Bao's strength increased tenfold, his dragon body swelling to eight hundred feet. With a single opening of his maw,
he swallowed over five thousand people, while simultaneously unleashing a colossal wave of ten thousand feet high. Zhang Bao had actually used the waters of the East Sea to flood Guangzong.
"How dare you, you monster?" The heavily injured Zuo Ci and Yu Ji returned together, along with three Taoist priests. Their expressions changed drastically,
their blazing with fury.
Yu Ji's Great Five Elements Banner was thrust into the void, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-tall object, bursting forth with multicolored light, forming a
massive radiance that desperately held back the East Sea waters summoned by Zhang Bao.
"Move mountains and overturn seas!" Zuo Ci roared, his face flushed, pointing his finger towards the sky and using his great supernatural powers
to move the waters of the East Sea back.
The other three Taoists, wielding flying swords and riding auspicious clouds, charged towards Zhang Bao.
"Ridiculous!" The battle between man and dragon caused the heavens and earth to tremble, making the prince gasp in shock. He
realized he had overestimated himself and underestimated the heroes of the world.
While Yu Ji and the others were besieging Zhang Bao, Zhang Liang knocked Zhang Ling'er unconscious with a chop to the neck and secretly slipped away.
Amidst the raging waves, a figure clad in earth-yellow armor, with a large belly, wielding two large swords,
surrounded black mist, traversed the waves, leaping and roaring, secretly attacking Zhang Bao while collecting
black dragon blood.
The prince was utterly disgusted; Dong Zhuo was truly shameless.
The outcome of this battle was obvious.
Of course, the prince had to participate; it would be unjust not to seize such an opportunity to accumulate merit.
Well, in this battle between man and dragon, Dong Zhuo obtained dragon blood and other treasures, while the prince gained immense merit. Both seem to
enjoy profiting from war!
After this battle, the Eastern Han regime became even more precarious. After
the war, the court appointed Huangfu Song as General of Chariots and Cavalry, and Governor of Ji Province. Huangfu Song also petitioned
the court . Cao Cao, also recognized for his merits, was appointed Chancellor of Jinan and was to return to his post immediately.
All of this was largely unchanged from history.
The prince cultivated relationships with the Ten Attendants—Zhang Rang, Zhao Zhong, Feng Xu, Duan Gui, Cao Jie, Hou Lan, Jian
Shuo, Cheng Kuang, Xia Yun, and Guo Sheng—through gifts and money, especially actively currying favor with Zhang Rang.
Why? First, Zhang Rang was the head of the Ten Attendants, even Emperor Ling of Han addressed him as "Father.
" Second, Zhang Rang was aligned with Empress He and General He Jin. To gain access to the palace and have something to do with Empress He, it was essential
to win over Zhang Rang.
Thirdly, Empress He's son, Emperor Shao of Han, Liu Bian, was a foolish and incompetent ruler. To control the emperor and command
the princes, he naturally needed to cultivate a relationship with Zhang Rang. As for the talented and courageous last emperor, Liu Xie, the prince had already decided to find
an opportunity to eliminate him.
As the saying goes, troubled waters are good for fishing. The prince was never a good person, and the more chaotic the Eastern Han Dynasty, the more
advantageous .
Although the prince wasn't particularly powerful as emperor, he still longed
for .
Back at Tianxia Manor, the prince naturally wanted to see his mother, Dongfang Yan, and the two chatted about everyday matters.
Their conversation naturally led them to bed.
Dongfang Yan noticed the prince's Oedipus complex, but having been widowed for many years, she naturally
had some desire for men and wasn't particularly repulsed by the prince; in fact, she was secretly pleased.
The prince was also frustrated, unable to overcome that final hurdle, clinging to that ridiculous vow to preserve his virginity for
Dongfang Yan.
This left the prince surrounded by many lovely young maids, whom he could only admire from afar.
Especially Liu Bei's wife, Guo Xiang, who was becoming increasingly womanly, dressed extravagantly, looking nothing like
a servant but rather a noblewoman married into a wealthy family.
For the prince, who had a particular fondness for married women, this was a tremendous temptation!
Moreover, Guo Xiang vaguely sensed the prince's ulterior motives towards her, and instead tacitly accepted it, preparing to
submit passively. Sometimes, when she glanced at the prince intentionally or unintentionally, her eyes were filled with affection, her desire stirring. Good
heavens!
It was unbearable!
Three months later, an imperial edict arrived, appointing the prince as General of the Cavalry and Protector of the Nation. Of course, this was all in
name only.
Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, following the prince's rise in rank and wealth, were appointed as colonels and sent to the capital to report for duty, possibly to guard the emperor's
gates and command the city's defenses.
If they didn't have some real power, wouldn't they have gone to fight Zhang Rang and He Jin after receiving so much fine wine and tobacco from the prince?
In the prince's own words, "We're rich, extremely rich."
The prince's journey to the capital, Luoyang, was to be pulled by sixteen horses, all improved versions of the Akhal-Teke horses, consuming elixirs of immortality
and possessing great spiritual power.
He couldn't bring too many people to the capital; two thousand five thousand of the three thousand Blood Dragon Guards remained behind.
Why? Because certain officials in the court were afraid.
Another important reason was that the prince wasn't going to war; five hundred Blood Dragon Guards plus two
War Gods were enough to protect him. If the prince was provoked, they could simply launch a few missiles.
Moreover, the prince had been appointed Protector of the Nation, the Imperial Preceptor. His honor was comparable to that of an emperor.
Even if Emperor Ling of Han was incompetent and weak, he was still an emperor, and emperors naturally possessed certain abilities.
This was the fundamental reason why Emperor Ling was able to complete his imperial career so perfectly.
All living beings are like ants; their lives and deaths are none of my concern. Does being an emperor necessarily mean caring about the lives of the common people
? Heh, no need.
Responsibility? Responsibility is nothing! Responsibility is merely a means for those in power to better govern those below them.
Don't be so quick to disbelieve, don't think this is too harsh a reality, because it is a bloody
truth.
Don't be fooled by those time-travel fanfics that claim to serve the people and
achieve lasting glory. In reality, it's all because these time-travelers have such strong desires and needs—to have
more women, ride more expensive horses, and enjoy a more luxurious life. They need more territory and more
power.
So, some time-travelers fight and plunder, and naturally, they unify the world.
As for tax cuts and increased welfare for the common people, that's just pity.
It's the pity of a high-ranking ruler for the masses.
As the saying goes, feudalism crushes people. Those who
haven't experienced the feudal world have no idea how terrible it is.
Look at that prince, so powerful! He arrived in the Three Kingdoms period and became the Han Dynasty's Grand Tutor in no time.
Do you know how much he sacrificed behind the scenes? How many cigarettes and wines he gave to cultivate relationships?
Some things cannot be spoken, for they can only be understood, not explained.
Chapter Sixteen: Only I, Dian Wei, Stand Firm with My Sword
. The prince, with his family, left Zhuojun and headed towards the capital, Luoyang. Guo Xiang visited Liu Bei; he was living a good
life , cared for by four adorable maids in turns.
Life was much better than before.
After all, Liu Bei was a reincarnation of a star deity, and Guan Yu had always been exceptionally concerned for him. Guan Yu was a
man of great loyalty; these things need no explanation.
Although the prince wanted to kill Liu Bei, he anticipated that his arrival in the Three Kingdoms was no coincidence and that he would eventually
have to return, either to the modern world or ascend to heaven in broad daylight. The latter was more likely. Once in the celestial
realm, everyone would have to face each other; if things got too heated, it would be embarrassing for everyone.
The prince's treatment of Liu Bei was a form of indirect compensation, a form of house arrest and surveillance. As long as Liu Bei didn't cause him
any trouble, the prince didn't mind him living a peaceful life in the mortal world.
Sixteen horses galloped swiftly. The prince, seated in his carriage, gazed at the sleeping Dongfang Yan, her face as rosy as a spring peach,
and felt a surge of irresistible longing.
Unfortunately, it was midday. The prince glanced at Guo Xiang, who was secretly watching him, and
smiled , "Xiang'er, come and massage your master's legs."
"Yes, Master." Seeing the prince's burning, slightly wicked gaze, Guo Xiang's heart
skipped a beat. Her face flushed crimson, her eyes filled with shyness, and she gently placed her slender, jade-like hands on the prince's...
On her calves.
"Give me some force!" The prince's cunning hand moved with lightning speed, grabbing Guo Xiang's soft, boneless hand. Staring at
her ample breasts, he said with a grin.
"Master, please let go of Xiang'er," Guo Xiang said shyly, her face flushed.
"Xiang'er, what if I don't want to let go?"
The prince stared at Guo Xiang with burning eyes, smiling mischievously.
Seeing Guo Xiang's embarrassed expression, the prince quickly kissed her cheek, causing her
delicate body to tremble. Several cute maids secretly chuckled to themselves.
"Tsk tsk, Xiang'er, your cheeks are as red as blooming flowers, I like it." The prince
gazed at Guo Xiang with tender eyes, openly seducing Liu Bei's wife.
That fiery gaze made Guo Xiang's heart race, her breathing quicken, her face burn, and she felt overwhelmed.
"My lord, my lord, there's someone ahead!" Suddenly, the carriage stopped, and Deng Mao's urgent, obsequious
voice rang out.
"Ah Mao, what's the matter? Why are you in such a panic?" The prince, who was flirting with Guo Xiang, couldn't help but frown
slightly , his expression somewhat displeased.
Deng Mao was a loyal servant, practically a born servant.
He was much easier to use than Wang Xiaohu, and he was also extremely opportunistic and servile—the kind
of .
Although Cheng Yuanzhi had some minor military talent, with proper training, he could easily become a capable commander in the future.
Therefore, the prince left Cheng Yuanzhi in Zhuojun, and had Wang Xiaohu, Zhang Dapang, and the Eighteen Heroes assist him.
As for the Yellow Turban Rebellion, in the prince's eyes, it was just a peasant uprising, neither good nor bad.
Besides, Zhang Ling'er was the prince's future wife, practically a half-master of the Tianxia Manor. In other words,
Tianxia Manor and the Yellow Turban rebels were originally one family, so the prince wasn't worried about Cheng Yuanzhi's rebellion, since he had
the strength to deal with traitors. Don't think that the Dark Demon Squad that the prince was secretly cultivating was just for show; in the future, the Dark Demon Squad would become a terrifying force that
would make the generals of the Three Kingdoms tremble with fear. "My lord, there's someone ahead!" Deng Mao said anxiously. "Ah Mao, who is it?" The prince glanced at Deng Mao through the window and said lazily. "A man." Deng Mao said decisively. Seeing the prince's face instantly darken, Deng Mao quickly added, "And a real man, actually standing there with a sword drawn, robbing us!" "Pfft—." Upon hearing this, the prince spat out all the fragrant tea he was drinking at the entrance. "Who among the outlaws is a hero? Only I, Dian Wei, stand tall and sword in hand! Robbery!" The prince had Guo Xiang open the small window in front of him. A fierce-looking, nine-foot-tall, dark-faced man, wielding a long sword, stood like an iron tower on the road, blatantly robbing the prince. At the same moment, Guan Yu, who was sipping red wine and smoking, and Zhang Fei, still half-asleep, poked their heads out of the carriage . They had no choice; originally simple men, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, under the prince's influence and instruction, had learned to enjoy life and were slowly beginning to act like upper-class, civilized people. "That—that petty thief, how dare you—how dare you rob your grandfather Zhang Yide!" Zhang Fei's eyes widened, he punched the carriage wall in front of him, jumped down, grabbed his steel spear, and charged at the dark-faced man. "Bah, well done! Today I'll show you how many eyes Lord Ma has. Take this!" The burly, dark-faced man, seeing Zhang Fei, who also looked fierce and ugly with a dark complexion, charging towards him, swung his long sword at Zhang Fei. "Clang!" "Bang bang!" The moment the two clashed, the earth shook, debris flew, and dust billowed everywhere. "Rise." The prince, who was showing off, had just stepped off the carriage when he was greeted by a cloud of smoke. He frowned, pointed his paper fan forward, and a gust of wind suddenly rose, blowing the smoke away. Deng Mao, watching from the side, was filled with admiration. "Third brother, that man is a master!" Guan Yu squinted and said to the prince who had come to his side, "But his preferred weapon shouldn't be a sword. Look, he holds a sword in his right hand, and his left hand moves and swings in the air in rhythm with the sword's movements. He should be a dual-wielder." "A-Mao, who did that man say he was?" The prince's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this, and he asked . "Reporting to my lord, he seemed to say his name was Dian Wei." Deng Mao glanced at the prince cautiously, observing his expression , and answered with utmost care. "What's his name? Say it again!" Upon hearing this, the prince asked Deng Mao excitedly. "Dian Wei, he said his name is Dian Wei!" Deng Mao replied respectfully, his heart pounding with trepidation. "Hahaha—hahaha—." Upon hearing this, the prince couldn't help but laugh wildly, "It's like finding a needle in a haystack , only to have it fall right under my nose!" "You ancient evil one, oh no, I should say hero Dian Wei, go back and get your double halberds, otherwise you can't beat my second brother." The prince shouted at Dian Wei, who was in the midst of a fierce battle. "Alright, you wait, don't run away if you have the guts, wait until I get my weapon before we fight again." Dian Wei was honest and straightforward. Hearing the prince's words, Dian Wei felt that he was always being restrained by Zhang Fei and was not good at using a sword. He should get his weapon back before fighting. Dian Wei suddenly slashed Zhang Fei with his sword, then turned and ran away. This almost made Zhang Fei curse in anger. "Wait a minute, how do you know that I, Dian Wei, use double halberds? Who are you? You're not government troops, are you!" After running for more than ten miles, Dian Wei suddenly felt something was wrong, ran back, glared at Zhang Fei, and shouted . "Your grandpa is a soldier, and a high-ranking officer at that, appointed by the emperor! Scared yet?" Dian Wei's words immediately roused Zhang Fei. His proudest achievement was following the prince and becoming a high-ranking official. Zhang Fei, his face flushed, boasted to Dian Wei. "My god!" Zhang Fei exclaimed. Dian Wei's expression changed drastically upon hearing this. He cried out in alarm and turned to run, dropping his longsword. His speed increased at least three times, leaving the prince speechless. "A-Mao, chase after him!" The prince, regaining his senses, quickly called out to A-Mao beside him. "You little scoundrel, don't run! Fight your grandpa for another three hundred rounds!" Seeing this, Zhang Fei, exasperated , cursed and chased after Dian Wei, carrying Gang Mao. Dian Wei was indeed strong, but he feared soldiers, even a frail little soldier like Egg.

Dian Wei wasn't afraid of killing people, but he was afraid of killing soldiers! Because Dian Wei had always been oppressed by government troops, in his
mind and understanding, soldiers were an invincible and powerful force!
Unable to resist! Unable to resist!
Chapter Seventeen: Finding a Wife for Free
. The prince, seeing Deng Mao's snail-like speed, was immediately moved by his integrity.
"Brother, please look after Mother for me, I'm going to check on Second Brother." The prince called out loudly to Guan Yu,
and before Guan Yu could respond, he transformed into a hurricane and chased after Zhang Fei and Dian Wei.
In the blink of an eye,
the prince reached the small hill, where a fierce clash of weapons followed.
The prince leaped onto the hill, and saw Zhang Fei and Dian Wei fighting so fiercely that the sky and earth seemed to lose their color.
Zhang Fei and Dian Wei were enraged, their eyes bloodshot, staring intently at each other, wishing they could tear each other
apart . Seeing that he couldn't defeat Dian Wei for a long time, Zhang Fei roared in anger. Seeing that he couldn't shake off Zhang Fei's
entanglement was both anxious and furious.
"Both of you, stop!" Seeing this, the prince, fearing that the two would become mortal enemies, quickly gathered his strength and roared
to the sky. The roar was like thunder, rolling endlessly, shaking the two fighting men.
In the instant Zhang Fei turned around, a sudden realization dawned on him, and he subconsciously wanted to roar
back .
Seeing this, the prince quickly stepped forward and covered Zhang Fei's mouth.
Just kidding, Zhang Fei's Broken Bridge Roar was quite powerful, and the prince didn't want to be roared by Zhang Fei for no reason,
getting dizzy and unable to hear for a long time.
"I am the Grand Preceptor of the Great Han Dynasty. I don't know what business you have with me, hero, trying to intercept my caravan." The prince quickly
promised Zhang Fei many benefits to appease him, then smiled at Dian Wei and said.
"Grand Preceptor? You are Prince Wang Tianjiu!" Dian Wei exclaimed in surprise, his face changing drastically, and
he said in a trembling voice.
"Absolutely true," the prince said firmly. "It is indeed my national advisor."
"My lord, I'm innocent!"
Dian Wei glanced around, seeing no hope of escape, his small eyes darted around, and he quickly adopted the policy of
a true man who can bend and stretch, kneeling down before the prince with a thud and loudly proclaiming his
innocence. Well, the prince thought Dian Wei, seemingly rough but actually shrewd, wasn't a fool. Why was he doing such a foolish
thing
You see, in ancient times, peasants were uneducated. When wronged, they would go to court and immediately say, "I'm innocent,"
or "I'm innocent," not realizing that these were the very phrases officials hated to hear. If you were innocent, what was the
point of being an official? Wouldn't that make them seem incompetent?
"If you have a grievance, you can slowly tell my national advisor
. If it's true, I will certainly seek justice for you," the prince said solemnly, his face darkening and his starry eyes flashing with cold light.
"My lord, I am innocent! I want to seek justice for my friend Sun Youtian. That local tyrant, Wang Youcai,
with the backing of the government and immense wealth, killed my friend Sun Youtian, seized his fertile land, and defiled my
friend 's wife, Liu. I acted impulsively and killed that tyrant. What I said is absolutely true, without any falsehood. Please,
my lord, do justice for my friend, do justice for me!" Dian Wei kowtowed hastily upon seeing the prince's unfriendly expression.
"Do you regret killing for your friend?" The prince's expression shifted as he asked Dian Wei.
"No regrets. If Heaven gave me another chance, I would still kill that tyrant Wang Youcai."
Upon hearing this, Dian Wei's eyes instantly turned red, filled with hatred as he spoke resolutely.
"You just killed someone and left like that? Aren't you afraid of implicating the villagers?" The prince probed Dian Wei. "Hehe, as long as I, Dian Wei, live, they won't dare to do anything to our villagers." Upon hearing this, a cunning glint flashed in
Dian Wei's eyes as he spoke. "Dian Wei, I've noticed that aside from being a little ugly, you're not stupid at all," the prince said with a knowing look, a smile playing on his lips. Dian Wei's face flushed crimson, and he remained speechless for a long time, finally managing a muffled groan as he lowered his head. " What does it matter if I'm beautiful or ugly? My body and appearance are gifts from my parents. Besides, I've never been stupid." "Then would you be willing to pledge your allegiance to me and become my captain of the guard?" the prince asked, a broad smile on his face. Dian Wei's heart stirred, and his expression hardened. "Being my captain of the guard is at least a fourth-rank official position," the prince further enticed. " Not only , but you'll also have plenty to eat and drink, with meat and wine at every meal. You'll also get a day off every month, and you can even have your visits to brothels reimbursed with public funds." "Yes, yes, I, Dian Wei, will do it!" Upon hearing this, Dian Wei's breathing kowtowed to the prince, panting, and said, "Dian Wei greets my lord." "Dian Wei, please rise quickly." Seeing this, the prince quickly reached out to help Dian Wei up and said with a smile, "Dian Wei, you don't have a courtesy name yet, do you? How about I give you one today?" "Thank you, my lord," Dian Wei said excitedly. "Hmm." The prince nodded. "Dian Wei, from now on your courtesy name will be Xiong Ba." "Xiong Ba?" Zhang Fei interjected. "Third brother, isn't that a bit too much?" "No, no." Seeing the jealous look in Zhang Fei's eyes, the prince quickly laughed and said, " A man who can fight two brothers for three hundred rounds, I think being called a hero and a hegemon is appropriate." "Third brother is really smart." Upon hearing this, Zhang Fei instantly realized that the prince was flattering him in a roundabout way , praising him. He couldn't help but pat Dian Wei's shoulder happily. "Xiong Ba, that's a good courtesy name. I think it's fine. Work hard from now on, follow your third brother, follow the three brothers , follow our Tianxia Manor, and I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury and wealth, with endless riches and honors." Seeing Zhang Fei's old-fashioned nouveau riche air, the prince felt embarrassed and his face flushed. "Second Master, you really get to eat meat every day, drink wine, and—you can even find a wife for free!" Well, Dian Wei was definitely buying Zhang Fei's act. Dian Wei glanced at the prince with a slightly "Yes, I think so." Hearing this, Zhang Fei's face flushed, he snorted, greeted the prince , and quickly went back to his carriage to sleep. Dian Wei was unaware that Zhang Fei was troubled by the marriage the prince was arranging for him. "Xiong Ba, what powerful calligraphy! 'Turning your hand to make clouds and rain.'" The prince patted Dian Wei's shoulder and said, "Work hard, follow this national advisor, and your future will be bright."

"Yes, my lord." Upon hearing this, Dian Wei immediately bent his knees and bowed, making it
easy for the short prince to pat his shoulder. The prince, seeing Dian Wei's quick wit, gave him an approving
look.
Chapter Eighteen: Entering the Capital to Receive Titles
Half a month had passed since they arrived in Luoyang.
In these two weeks, Dian Wei had noticeably gained weight, spending his days in Zhang Fei's carriage, the
two chatting about various things.
The next day, they would enter the palace to receive their titles. The prince, accompanied by Zhang Fei and Guan Yu, visited
many ministers, including Minister of Works Qiao Xuan, Minister of Education Wang Yun, Grand Tutor Yuan Kui, and Grand Commandant Huangpu Hao.
They didn't see Yuan Shang or Yuan Benchu along the way, nor did they see Da Qiao or Xiao Qiao, but they did see Cao Cao.
The prince treated everyone equally with gifts: those ranked among the Three Dukes received a bottle of Moutai and two packs of cigarettes, while those below received two
packs of cigarettes.
On his way to General He Jin, the prince paid a visit to Cai Yong's home, bringing an extra
bottle , which deeply moved the old man.
Unfortunately, he didn't see Cai Wenji.
"Master Tianjiu, come quickly, the banquet has been prepared for you!" The portly, ruddy-faced
He Jin strode forward, speaking warmly.
"General, how could I trouble you to come out and greet me personally? Please go first," the prince
said, feigning surprise.
"Master Tianjiu, there are no outsiders here, no need for such formalities. I hate those
tedious rituals," He Jin said, pulling the prince back with a stern face.
"General, how did you know I would be the last to visit you?" the prince smiled slightly at Guan Yu and Zhang Fei
, then smiled faintly at He Jin.
"Because you, Master Tianjiu, didn't treat them as your own people, haha." He Jin raised an eyebrow upon hearing this
, laughing confidently and boldly.
"Haha." Prince also laughed twice.
"Master Tianjiu, these two must be the heroes Yun Chang and Yi De, right?" After the guests took their seats, He Jin
began to look Guan Yu and Zhang Fei up and down.
"Greetings, General." Guan Yu and Zhang Fei quickly stood up and greeted him.
"Hmm." He Jin nodded slightly upon seeing this, then turned to Prince and said, "Master Tianjiu,
these two were outstanding figures of their time. It's really beneath you to be just a captain. In my opinion, even a lieutenant would be beneath you two
heroes."
"General, you flatter us. The capital is a dangerous place. Without your guidance, the three of us brothers would probably have
no way to make any progress ." Prince shook his head slightly upon seeing this.
"Good, good, good." He Jin said three times, clapping his hands, "Master Tianjiu, oh no, I should
say Grand Preceptor, rest assured, your two elder brothers will definitely not be wronged tomorrow."
With He Jin's assurance, the prince felt much more at ease. Then the four of them enjoyed a sumptuous dinner in harmony
, returning to the prince's manor only after midnight.
"Ah Mao, have you done everything I asked you to do?" Back at the manor, the prince lit a cigarette, took
a couple of puffs, and asked Deng Mao.
"My lord, Ah Mao has completely completed the tasks you entrusted to me. Zhang Rang said that tomorrow he will definitely recommend you
to become the Grand Preceptor, and the two manor lords to become Commandant Generals, in charge of the two military units in the capital region." Deng Mao replied
respectfully.
Two military units, two thousand men, although stationed outside the city, were a real shortage.
"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor ! " The prince led Guan Yu and Zhang Fei into the hall. The prince bowed,
while Guan Yu and Zhang Fei knelt and kowtowed three times to Emperor Ling of Han, Liu Hong. "Rise, my beloved ministers." Liu Hong, who was about thirty years old, had a sickly pale face. He didn't seem to mind that the prince didn't kneel before him and continued to repeat the words he had said countless times with a smile. "Speak if you have something to say, otherwise, the court is dismissed." Zhang Rang's sharp and delicate voice followed. "Your Majesty, I have something to report." Grand Commandant Huangpu Hao, Minister of Works Wang Yun, and Minister of Public Works Qiao Xuan all looked at Grand Tutor Yuan Wei. Yuan Wei frowned and stepped forward to report. "The three righteous men of Tianxia Mountain Villa, Tianjiu Zhenren, Guan Yunchang, and Zhang Yide, raised an army with their family wealth to fight against the rebels Zhang Jiao , Zhang Liang, and Zhang Bao. They have rendered meritorious service to the court, and Your Majesty should reward them." "I second that." General He Jin, upon hearing this, quickly stepped forward to report. "We second that." The heads of both the civil and military factions had spoken; what other officials were oblivious? "Hmm." Liu Hong nodded slightly, seeing this. "What you all say is quite right. Those who have rendered meritorious service deserve reward. Zhang Rang, announce the titles." "Yes, Your Majesty." Zhang Rang stepped forward, holding the imperial edict. He glanced at the civil and military officials in the hall, composed and then loudly proclaimed: "I hereby appoint Tianjiu Zhenren of Tianxia Mountain Villa as Protector of the Nation, and bestow upon him a residence for the National Preceptor. I hereby appoint Guan Yu, Guan Yunchang, as Commander of the Capital Region, and order him to command the Imperial Guard of the Northern Five Camps. I hereby appoint Zhang Fei, Zhang Yide, as Commander , and order him to command the Eight Schools. These are all bestowed by imperial decree." "Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!" The prince's expression changed drastically upon hearing the titles, a surge of anger rising within him. He sneered inwardly, secretly pulling at the stunned Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, who kowtowed in gratitude for the Emperor's grace. "Court adjourned." Zhang Rang, seeing the prince's change in expression, smiled inwardly. "Grand Preceptor, please wait." Just as they stepped out of the main hall, Zhang Rang chased after them with a grin. "His Majesty invites the Grand Preceptor to the Imperial Garden for a chat." "Eunuch Zhang, why has the matter concerning my two elder brothers suddenly changed?" Upon hearing this, the prince glanced coldly at Zhang Rang, his expression displeased. "Grand Preceptor, well, I'm doing this for your own good," Zhang Rang said nonchalantly. "The Grand Preceptor has just arrived in the capital. Although everything has been secretly arranged, your two elder brothers have already taken command of two military units upon their arrival, which is bound to attract the jealousy of some. We discussed this with the General for many days before deciding that your two brothers would each command the North and South Camps in the capital. Please rest assured, Grand Preceptor, your two brothers definitely have real power. Moreover, this is also what His Majesty desires. In the future, we hope that you will give me your guidance in front of His Majesty ." "Hmph, who dares to be jealous of my two brothers? I'll go and destroy them!" A burst of fire flashed in the prince's hand, and he coldly snorted, his body radiating murderous intent, "I have the strength to do so!" "However, on behalf of my two brothers, I would like to thank you, Your Excellency, for today's matter. My second brother is a rough man, ignorant of etiquette , and acts rashly. If anything happens, please take good care of the West Garden." Seeing Zhang Rang

His expression changed drastically, his expression filled with fear. The prince smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I am a cultivator,
and I won't interfere in worldly affairs."
"That's good, that's good—ah, no, definitely, definitely." Upon hearing this, Zhang Rang breathed a
sigh of relief and gained a new understanding of the prince. He was no longer as arrogant as before, and even became somewhat humble.
"Eunuch Zhang, you don't need to be afraid. I said I won't interfere in worldly affairs." The prince
shook his head slightly and said, "In the future, we will help each other, support each other, and be equal and mutually beneficial. Only then will we enjoy endless
wealth and glory. Eunuch Zhang, don't you think that makes sense?"
"Yes, yes." Zhang Rang nodded hurriedly in response.
Chapter Nineteen First Meeting with Empress He
Entering the Imperial Garden, the prince saw Emperor Ling of Han, Liu Hong, walking quickly towards him from afar.
"Tian Jiu greets Your Majesty and wishes my brother a long life." The prince pretended to kneel before Emperor Ling of Han
. Upon seeing this, Emperor Ling of Han smiled broadly and quickly reached out to help the prince up, saying.
"Celestial Master, please rise quickly. There are no outsiders here. Zhang Rang, serve the dishes. Xiao Wan, come and
greet the Celestial Master."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Zhang Rang replied and quickly retreated.
"Xiao Wan greets the Celestial Master." The prince glanced at her and saw a
beautiful woman with exquisite features, delicate face, slender shoulders, a willow-like waist, round and pert buttocks, a tall and charming figure, and a captivating allure
walking quickly towards him. She bowed and greeted him.
This woman was none other than Empress He Xiao Wan, He Jin's half-sister!
"Empress, please rise quickly. You are too kind." The prince hurriedly reached out to support himself, saying in a
flustered .
"Hahaha, Celestial Master, you are the teacher of the nation, and you should receive Xiao Wan's greeting." Emperor Ling of Han
said .
"Your Majesty, I observe that Empress He's temperament, appearance, and inner qualities are all of the highest caliber. Your Majesty is truly blessed."
The prince subtly flattered Empress He.
"Oh, oh?" Emperor Ling of Han replied modestly, but his smile held a deep bitterness, leaving the prince
puzzled and confused.
Before long, the table was laden with delicacies and fine wines. Emperor Ling dismissed the servants
, leaving only the prince, Empress He, and himself in the vast imperial garden.
After several rounds of wine and dishes,
"Master, why haven't you touched your food much? Is it because these simple meals don't suit your taste?"
Emperor Ling asked the prince, feeling uneasy as he noticed the prince's apparent difficulty in swallowing.
"No, no, I've never had so many delicious foods before. It's just that since becoming your disciple,
I've only been eating spiritual fruits and immortal dew every three to five days. It's a bit hard to get used to it. Your Majesty, please forgive me." The prince
was just showing off! Secretly lamenting his predicament, the prince had to pretend to be a reclusive sage, a great immortal
, his brows furrowed, and he repeatedly apologized to Emperor Ling of Han.
"No, no, Master, you're too kind," Emperor Ling of Han
said his head dismissively, though inwardly he was dying of jealousy.
"By the way, Master, have you studied divination, medicine, or any other miscellaneous arts?" Emperor Ling of Han pondered for a long time,
hesitating before finally voicing his innermost thoughts.
"Your Majesty, you mean medicine? Tianjiu is slightly skilled in it. Is someone ill?" Upon hearing this,
the prince raised an eyebrow and scanned the area with his divine sense. He quickly discovered that Emperor Ling of Han, Liu Hong, suffered from severe kidney deficiency and impotence
. Understanding the situation, he feigned doubt and looked at Emperor Ling, asking in a questioning tone.
"Hehe, hehe—no, no." Emperor Ling chuckled for a long time until his facial muscles
stiffened . He swallowed the words he was about to say and sighed inwardly, "Alas, it's best not to mention this.
If word gets out, where will I, as emperor, put my face?"
Seeing Emperor Ling's state, Empress He gave him a reproachful glare. If Emperor Ling wouldn't speak of it, it would
be even more difficult for her, as a woman, to bring it up.
Empress He stole a glance at the prince, inwardly cursing Emperor Ling of Han. She immediately
peeked her small foot out from under her skirt, her crystal high heels stomping hard on Emperor Ling's instep several times. Her expression was like
that of a young girl sulking with her boyfriend, making the prince's heart flutter.
"Hehe—." With his foot firmly planted by Empress He, Emperor Ling chuckled foolishly, using laughter to mask
his embarrassment.
"By the way, Celestial Master, did the Old Celestial Master give any
instructions
regarding your birth?" Seeing the prince, an outsider, present, Emperor Ling naturally couldn't flirt with Empress He. He could only sit upright, looking straight ahead, and ask the prince. He merely pulled his foot back slightly, trying to escape Empress He's torment.
The subtle movements of Emperor Ling of Han and Empress He under the table could not escape the prince's divine sense. The prince
watched a fluttering heart, and couldn't help but sigh
inwardly, "Empress He's calves are so fair and pink! Especially one of her jade feet in that crystal shoe, so delicate and tender, shimmering with a pinkish luster. If only I could touch it
!"
As soon as the thought arose, the prince's divine sense immediately attached itself to the part of Empress He's pink leg exposed outside her skirt. Meanwhile,
Empress He was still ruthlessly rubbing Emperor Ling of Han's instep, unaware that she had already given herself away,
half of her pink leg being grasped by a thief with her divine sense.
Chapter Twenty: Teasing Empress He
"Well—, my master instructed Tianjiu to do more good deeds and accumulate more merit. After experiencing the myriad aspects of the mortal world, he
can return to the mountain to continue his cultivation." The prince said to Emperor Ling of Han with a furrowed brow. His entire mind was immersed in
Empress 's bare pink legs and jade feet exposed outside her skirt. His powerful divine sense had also transformed into a tangible divine thought
, becoming a gentle breeze that lightly brushed over Empress He's body.
"Ah! How come I never realized before that a woman's jade feet and calves feel so good to touch?"
As his divine sense brushed over Empress He's jade feet and pink legs, the prince was captivated by the soul-stirring
softness . A sudden surge of intense pleasure arose in his heart, and he
felt as if he were floating on air.
The prince was unaware that his feelings were driven by psychological factors. Firstly, the sight of Empress He's beautiful, delicate feet and legs was
partly the reason, but more importantly, it was a public occasion, right in front of Emperor Ling of Han, Liu Hong, where
the beautiful feet and legs of Empress He, the sister of General He Jin, were on display.
This intense psychological stimulation would be incredibly pleasurable for anyone, hehe.
Empress He felt a cool sensation on her small feet. Her delicate, pink toes, peeking out from her crystal shoes,
involuntarily tightened. A wave of pleasure washed over her, and her body
trembled slightly as if electrocuted. Her mouth opened slightly, almost letting out a cry, but she quickly masked it with a smile.
Originally, Empress He had stepped on Emperor Ling's feet a few times, intending to tuck her jade-like feet and legs back under her skirt.
However, she changed her mind and left her exposed feet and legs under the table.
Fortunately, a layer of embroidered dragon cloth covered the area under the table, and apart from the prince, no one else noticed
Empress He's exposed state.
"Master, time flies, thirty years is neither long nor short. Master, you needn't
take it to heart ," Emperor Ling said, quickly comforting the prince. He was completely unaware that his empress
had been taken advantage of right under his nose.
"Your Majesty is right, it's my fault for being so persistent." Upon hearing this, the prince's brows relaxed, while he used his divine sense
to caress Empress He's jade-like feet and calves, inwardly shouting, "So good! So good! So good!"
Emperor Ling of Han, upon hearing this, immediately blushed with excitement, his breathing becoming rapid. Even Empress He covered
her mouth and chuckled softly.
"Master Celestial's comprehension is extraordinary, no wonder you were favored by the Immortal Master and cultivated the Immortal Path
. My brother, the Emperor, happens to have some matters he would like to consult with you, Master Celestial." Empress He gave the prince a seductive wink, repeatedly giving Emperor
Ling of Han winks, and said in a coquettish voice.
Completely unaware that the prince, the Master Celestial, was taking advantage of her.
"Yes," Emperor Ling
of Han said with some envy. Although Empress He also felt the waves of pleasure emanating from her jade-like feet, she didn't know it was the prince's doing
. She simply thought it was a gentle breeze blowing through the Imperial Garden, and that her body was more sensitive, which was why
she felt this way.
"Giggle—." Thinking of this, Empress He felt a strong, electric-like
sensation , almost letting out a soft moan of pleasure. She immediately opened her mouth, giggling to cover it up, and said, "Master Celestial, let me
ask you, what is the Emperor's identity now? And what is your identity?"
Empress He was somewhat surprised; why had her body become so sensitive today? Could it be a side effect of
Emperor Ling's inability to satisfy her needs with his fingers these past few days?
"Your Majesty is the sovereign, and Tian Jiu is the subject." The prince's face flushed slightly, looking somewhat aggrieved, and he innocently addressed
Emperor Ling and Empress He.
Seeing the embarrassed blush on the prince's handsome face, Empress He felt a sudden shiver run through her, her groin
tightening involuntarily, and her body trembling slightly.
"Ah, Master Celestial, you are too kind," Emperor Ling said, deliberately darkening his expression.
"Master Celestial, you are a celestial being, naturally different from ordinary mortals."
"Your Majesty's teachings are correct," the prince replied earnestly. His divine sense, however, traced up Empress He's small,
pink legs , slipping inside her skirt, crawling over her smooth knees, and settling on her long,
shapely, and smooth legs. At this moment, the intimacy beneath Empress He's skirt was completely exposed to the prince's divine sense. Looking at
Empress He's snow-white skin, the prince's heart stirred, his heartbeat quickening slightly. He thought to himself,
"I never imagined that this little vixen, Empress He, would be so beautiful and fair."
"Master Celestial, I've heard that you possess elixirs that can reverse aging. Can mortals also achieve immortality
?" Emperor Ling of Han asked expectantly.
"Of course!" Seeing the expectant looks on Emperor Ling and Empress He's faces, the prince shook his head
for a moment , then said solemnly and decisively. At the same time, the prince slowly moved the divine thought attached to Empress He
upwards, sliding it along the smooth inner side of her body, finally condensing into an invisible
hand.
"Ah—."
"Ah—."
A soft moan and a roar rang out simultaneously.
One was from Emperor Ling of Han, and the other from Empress He.
The common point was that both of their cries were extremely excited.
After hearing the prince's words, Emperor Ling of Han cried out and then stood up excitedly, shouting, "Great
!"
Empress He, on the other hand, tightly pressed her legs together, her body heaving.
A blush appeared on her face, as delicate as a pear blossom. To cover it up, Empress He took advantage of Emperor
Ling , pressed one hand to her lower abdomen, and shyly lowered her head, pretending to have a stomachache. However, in
the instant Empress He lowered her head, her shy eyes met the prince's deep gaze.
"How could this be? How embarrassing! How could I suddenly have this feeling?" Empress
He thought shyly, completely displaying the bashful mentality of a young girl.
"His gaze is so wicked! He's clearly laughing at me—"
Thinking her secret had been discovered, Empress He's face turned even redder. She quickly buried her face under the table
, completely unaware that her private parts had been touched. Although she noticed the prince
looking at her with a smile, seemingly with an ambiguous gaze, Empress He didn't know it was all the prince's
doing.
After all, they were too far apart, and his hand had been on the table the whole time. Could it be Emperor Ling of Han? No, that couldn't be! His
hand wasn't under the table just now. Good heavens, what just happened? The feeling of being touched was
so real!
"Your Majesty, are you alright?"
Hearing the commotion in the Imperial Garden, Zhang Rang rushed over, asking anxiously.
"Hehe, it's nothing, it's nothing." Emperor Ling of Han smiled awkwardly at the prince, then his face darkened, and
he shouted at Zhang Rang, "Zhang Rang! Don't you even listen to me? Remember, without my order, no one
is allowed to approach within a hundred feet of the Imperial Garden. Get out of here!"
"Yes, Your Majesty." Zhang Rang looked at the prince with suspicion and quickly retreated.
"Empress, do you have a stomachache? I have some medicine here, do you want some?" The prince
asked Empress He with concern.
"Xiao Wan, what's wrong! Are you sick!" Emperor Ling of Han, Liu Hong, was immediately alarmed upon hearing this,
and quickly bowed, asking Empress He with concern.
"Thank you for your concern, Celestial Master, Emperor Brother, I'm fine." Empress He took a few deep
breaths under the table, finally suppressing her doubts and excitement, and her face was no longer as red as before. She raised her head, her face full of...
She shyly thanked the prince. As she spoke, Empress He's ample bosom heaved violently, the
boiling blood lingering.
"Yes, thank you for your concern, Celestial Master," Emperor Ling of Han quickly replied, thanking the prince as well.
"Hehe, no thanks, no thanks," the prince chuckled, feeling rather strange. He quickly
returned the bow with a humble expression, but inwardly he was thinking, "Ugh, it's
one thing for Emperor Ling to thank me, but why is Empress He thanking me? Is she thanking me for touching you earlier? Hehe, since that's the case, I'll satisfy your
needs. Look at you, just one touch and you're already so aroused, your body is so sensitive!"

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