【Three Kingdoms Beauties in One Pot】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..."

A series of ghostly howls and seductive moans, enough to make one's blood boil, echoed from a villa in Northeast China.

On a gigantic bed, hundreds of meters in diameter, hundreds of stunningly beautiful women from various countries were posed in various
alluring positions, sweet, satisfied smiles on their lips as they slept soundly.

Anyone watching would be utterly astonished, for the women lying on this table
were all world-renowned supermodels, beauty queens, Japanese princesses, and British noblewomen.

"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 screaming ecstatically, rubbing herself against the handsome
man's muscular back.

"Who's being a slut? Who's being a slut? Who's being a slut? Who's being a slut?" Suddenly, an extremely lewd cell phone rang
.

"Little mistress, 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 phrase completely out of character for his status
.

"Your Highness, it wasn't me, it was Smith who insisted that you 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 starry eyes
.

"Your Highness, what tricks might that old bastard Smith be up to? Perhaps we should cancel this arms deal
?"

"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 swift movement, 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 auspicious clouds.

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 incredibly simple thatched hut, where a
cold draft seeped in from all sides.

What kind of place was this? The prince, his mind reeling as if it had exploded, groaned in pain, involuntarily recalling his trip to West
Island to trade arms with Smith. Suddenly, a loud bang occurred, and then he knew nothing more. Just

as the prince tried to get up, the door suddenly opened, and a
beautiful woman, simply dressed, with delicate features and a graceful figure, rushed towards him 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 happening, the beautiful woman's mournful cries followed.

To be honest, the prince couldn't bear to see women cry.

Stimulated by the beautiful woman's cries, a memory that wasn't his own surfaced in the prince's mind
.

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 tragically, he had died a heroic death on the battlefield.

Wang San's family was relatively well-off, owning ten acres of fertile land. Wang San was honest and simple-minded, but somewhat dim-
witted, and often bullied.

However, he had a good wife, Dongfang Yan. Dongfang Yan, who entered the Wang family at the age of eleven, was very fertile
, giving 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 bachelors and local ruffians, 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.
In the past five years, she hadn't suffered any major losses.

Wang Xiaosan was quite ambitious, studying hard and aspiring to great things. Unfortunately, he offended
Zhang Dapang, the village chief's son. A few days ago, Zhang Dapang and his henchmen surrounded him and gave him a severe beating, leaving him half-dead and
unconscious several times.

When Dongfang Yan found Wang Xiaosan, he was barely breathing. Fortunately, the prince traveled through time and space,
using his spirit to possess Wang Xiaosan's body, thus saving his life. In another sense, the current
Wang Xiaosan is 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 reshape Wang Xiaosan's body.

This is the main reason why the prince couldn't wake up for so long after the possession.

"Ah!" Dongfang Yan suddenly exclaimed, her delicate body trembling. She abruptly pushed the prince away, her face flushed,
tears welling in her eyes. She stared at the prince with wide, shocked, and ashamed eyes.

"Mother—Mother, what's wrong?" The prince, held tightly in Dongfang Yan's arms, listened to her sobs.
Overcome with irritation, lust arose within him. He bit down on Dongfang Yan's soft breast,
suckling like a child. However, in a moment of panic, he didn't control his strength and bit Dongfang Yan hard.

Hearing the sound and seeing this, cold sweat broke out on the prince's forehead. In a flash, he had an idea
. He quickly feigned concern and asked Dongfang Yan urgently.

"Little San'er, don't move around, Mother is fine." Hearing this, Dongfang Yan, her face flushed, quickly pressed down on
the prince, saying anxiously, "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 porridge left in the pot?" The prince put down his bowl and suddenly exclaimed
, startling Dongfang Yan. He grabbed Dongfang Yan's slightly rough, jade-like hand, stared at her,
and asked.

"Little San'er, Mother has already eaten. Are you full? Or, Mother will make you some more porridge."
Upon hearing this, Dongfang Yan was immediately moved to tears, almost bursting into sobs. A relieved smile
appeared on her face as she looked at the prince, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears.

In ancient times, women had low status; at home, they obeyed their fathers; after marriage, their husbands; and in old age, their sons. With Wang San dead, Dongfang Yan
's life naturally revolved around Wang Xiao San. Moreover, Wang Xiao San was a conservative man who looked down on his
mother, 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 words of concern, Wang Xiao San had never uttered a single one. The prince's sudden words
surprised, moved, and relieved Dongfang Yan for a long time, stirring up 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 dark godfather. How could one not see that Dongfang Yan was
lying?

However, the prince knew the family's situation from Wang Xiaosan's memories; Dongfang Yan only drank a bowl of thin porridge each day.
There was no other way; the family was too poor, with no food, and Dongfang Yan was beautiful enough to attract many suitors.

Chapter Two: My Child Will Feed You Porridge

Dongfang Yan helped the prince lie down on the bed, then went outside to boil water to wash his body.

The prince pretended to sleep, letting Dongfang Yan do as she pleased. As she washed him, Dongfang Yan suddenly trembled,
stopped, and looked at the seemingly sleeping prince with surprise and suspicion. Through the towel, she carefully
touched him a couple of times, confirming her suspicion. Her face flushed as red as burning charcoal.

No need to look anymore; 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, held the prince in her arms, and covered him with the quilt.

There was no way to cover them both; the blanket was too small. Without squeezing in with the prince, Dongfang Yan couldn't possibly cover them both.

With such a soft body against his chest, the prince couldn't resist and immediately had a physical reaction. Dongfang
Yan, tightly embracing the prince, immediately felt a hot object pressing against her side. She blushed crimson and her breathing quickened
.

The prince, his lust aroused, began to wander, grabbing and groping.

"Little rascal, why aren't you sleeping? What are you touching me for?" Dongfang

Yan's chest swelled from the prince's touch, her breathing ragged. She gave him a coquettish glare,
planted a heavy kiss on the cheek, and said irritably.

"Mother, why don't you take off your clothes to sleep?"

the prince asked, burying his face in Dongfang Yan's chest and groaning softly.

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 rather that once she did, she would have nothing left.

Her family was poor; to pay for Wang Xiaosan's medical treatment, Dongfang Yan had sold everything she could. Besides
the one garment she was wearing, what extra clothes did she have? She didn't even have undergarments, let alone padding
. This was one of the biggest reasons why Dongfang Yan attracted so many suitors, causing all the single men in the village to have their blood boil
.

Of course, Wang Xiaosan didn't know these things, or rather, he didn't care. But the prince, who had transmigrated and possessed her body,
knew very well, 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, asking the question he already knew the answer to.

"It's nothing, little San'er, go to sleep." Dongfang Yan, who was silently weeping, suddenly felt the prince's
rather ambiguous actions. She felt a mix of amusement and embarrassment, and with a quick, forceful movement, pressed the prince's head against
her chest, 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

the lecherous prince couldn't sleep . 　　That night, the prince slept terribly, and Dongfang Yan woke up with dark circles under her eyes. Clearly, Dongfang Yan hadn't slept well either. 　　Of course, after a night's rest, the prince's body had fully recovered, strong and energetic. 　　"Mother, this bowl of porridge is too big for me to finish. Would you like another bowl, and I'll pour you half?" The prince sat down at the table, looked at the slowly filling bowl of porridge, and smiled at Dongfang Yan. 　　"Little San'er, Mother has already eaten. You're still not well, you need to eat more." Dongfang Yan was taken aback upon hearing this, instantly understanding the meaning of the prince's words. Overjoyed, she quickly urged him on. 　　"No, Mother is lying! If Mother doesn't eat, I won't eat either!" 　　Hearing this, the prince immediately refused, pouting and speaking with a face full of dissatisfaction. 　　"Little San'er, listen to Mother." 　　"I won't listen!" 　　"Sigh." Seeing the prince's resolute expression, Dongfang Yan sighed softly, unable to hold back her silent tears. 　　"Mother, don't cry. You eat a bite first, then I'll eat." Seeing this, the prince felt irritated again. 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 tiny bit of 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 drank a mouthful of porridge and gently pinched Dongfang Yan's hand with his left hand.

He lifted her chin, his right hand encircling Dongfang Yan's smooth, jade-like shoulder, and planted a kiss on her cherry-like lips.

Dongfang Yan's body trembled, her mind went blank for a moment, as if she were in a daze, letting the prince
feed her mouth-to-mouth, slowly swallowing it down her stomach.

When Dongfang Yan came to her senses, she was horrified to find that the prince's tongue was skillfully swirling in her mouth
. Dongfang Yan's face instantly turned as red as blood, burning hot and frightening, her heart pounding, almost
suffocating.

Wang San was a peasant, what flirting did he know, what did he understand about the pleasures of men and women? He had lived with Dongfang Yan for five
years, and in bed they only knew one or two ordinary 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 tongue was so awkward and flustered that it almost drove the prince crazy, yet he was also overjoyed.

"Mother, why is your face so red? Like a flower! Are you sick?"

Dongfang Yan, nearly suffocating, 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, her eyes filled with suspicion and wariness
as she looked at the prince, asking seriously.

"Mother, what nonsense are you talking about? If I'm not Xiao San'er, then who am I?" The prince, startled, 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 drastically.

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, causing
you such distress, 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 Yan up and down with suspicion for a while
, 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.

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 by the Yellow Turban Rebellion

The prince sat cross-legged on the bed, focused his mind, and began to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a radius of several feet using the *Mysterious Dragon Taming 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 Tianpeng
himself, he created this technique after teasing Chang'e's reincarnation 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 talk. Following the 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 the county town thirty miles away—Fuyun Restaurant.

"Manager, call the owner here! This young master has some exquisite wine to sell!" the prince
said loudly as he arrogantly entered Fuyun Restaurant.

"Boy, go away! We still have business to do here!" The manager looked up at the sound of his voice, saw a
poor boy, and immediately showed an impatient expression, sternly scolding the prince.

"Stop arguing! Quickly call the owner here!" the prince said, his face darkening, a cold light flashing in his starry eyes as
he angrily shouted.

"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 lad is causing trouble. He won't eat, he just 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 spoke 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've come here, but I'm short of money
and would like 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 full of smiles, clearly confident

in his wine . 　　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 immediately burst into curses, ready to attack. As the prince opened the bottle of Maotai, the rich aroma wafted out, leaving everyone stunned and captivated. Seeing the prince hand over the wine, the old man quickly took it with both hands, held it to his nose, and inhaled deeply before finally spitting it out.

He took a long breath, carefully sipped his wine, and remained silent for a long while, 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 crowded around.

"Shopkeeper, how is this wine? Is it good?" The prince, slightly surprised by the sight,
asked with a smile.

"Good wine, good wine. It's priceless, priceless!" the old man said absentmindedly. Then, regaining his senses
, 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, the old man's eyes flashed with a sharp light, which quickly disappeared. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and he gritted his teeth
before speaking to the prince.

"Shopkeeper, please forgive my intrusion, but may I not address you by your name?" Upon hearing this, the prince's right hand trembled, almost
dropping his wine cup. He looked at the shopkeeper with a strange expression. After a long while, he smiled slightly.

"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 Brother Junping and Prefect Liu Yan 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, turning to Liu Yu, he said, "Brother Junping, if you think highly of Tianjiu, how about five hundred taels of gold for this wine
?"

"Since Brother Tianjiu is so kind, Junping will gladly accept."

Liu Yu frowned upon hearing this, giving the prince a meaningful look before speaking after a long pause.

"Brother Junping, Tianjiu has a few more requests?" the prince asked hastily.

"Please speak, young master," Liu Yu replied with a smile.

"First, Tianjiu wants to buy a courtyard house in the county town. Second, Tianjiu wants to buy a thousand acres
of fertile land. Third, Tianjiu 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.

Negotiations in ancient times involved skill; people as direct and to the point as the prince
were truly rare.

These matters were neither insignificant nor major to Liu Yu. However, the prince, a mere ten-year-old boy, was
so shrewd and calculating, clearly no ordinary person. Liu Yu became cautious.

"Young brother, do you know why I've come to Zhuojun?" After much hesitation, Liu Yu decided to offer the prince a hint
.

Upon hearing this, the prince looked bewildered.

"Ah, young brother. Not to criticize you, but didn't you notice the proclamation in that city? One hundred thousand Yellow Turban
rebels are attacking Youzhou. It seems Zhuojun is doomed. If you'd like,
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 must be
a relatively peaceful one, around 184 AD. Emperor Ling of Han still had four or five good years ahead of him. Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei
should not have sworn brotherhood in the Peach Garden yet, and the prince's heart immediately became excited and fiery.

Chapter Four: The Fat Man's Third Cousin is Zhang Fei

. "Hmph, to be honest, brother, Tian Jiu is about 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 changed several times, and finally his eyes almost narrowed into slits.

"Brother, so, does that mean that Immortal Master Tian Xuan is really in our Zhuojun?" Liu Yu
asked with some anticipation, nervousness, and excitement.

"Brother, don't worry. If Tian Jiu does not obtain the elixir of immortality for you within half a month, I am willing to be struck by five
thunderbolts, my body and soul destroyed, and I will not enter the cycle of reincarnation." Upon seeing this, the prince made a firm vow.

Ancient people valued oaths and superstition.

"Brother, I'm so ashamed of myself!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yu's belief in the prince grew from three parts to seven parts, and he burst into tears, kneeling
at the prince's feet and wailing.

After bidding farewell to Liu Yu, the prince, carrying fifty taels of gold, wandered the streets, never expecting to encounter his enemy
!

"Hey, young master, that person looks like a lowly scoundrel!" A weasel-faced servant 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 laugh
. He quickly told his four servants, "Ah Mao, Ah Gou, surround him."

"Zhang Da Pang, what do you want?"

The prince's face darkened as he saw the four surrounding him, his starry eyes flashing with a chilling light, and he said in
a deep voice.

"Hmph, what do I want to do? You little punk, it seems you've forgotten your lesson from last time. Beat him to death!"
Seeing the prince's intimidating gaze, Zhang Dapang's heart trembled, a nameless fear rising within him, and he instinctively
retreated. Seeing the prince's disdainful eyes, Zhang Dapang instantly flew into a rage, his face contorted with rage as he roared.

"Bang—bang—bang—bang—."

Four deafening crashes rang out, and A Mao, A Gou, and the other three screamed in agony.

They all fell backward to the ground, spitting blood, their eyes wide with unresolved grief.

"Ah—." Seeing this, Zhang Dapang screamed 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 retribution, punishing the wicked, and all knelt on the ground, wailing and praying
to heaven.

"No—don't kill me! Little—Little San'er, you can't kill me, I—my third uncle is the most powerful man in the world..."
"A master!" Seeing the prince approaching, Zhang Dapang was terrified. He immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly,
snot and tears streaming down his face, pleading with the prince.

"Who is your third cousin?" The prince was taken aback. In Wang Xiaosan's memory, he seemed to recall Zhang
Dapang having a wealthy third cousin who slaughtered pigs in the county town. The prince's heart skipped a beat. He stared intently at Zhang
Dapang, asking with some anticipation.

"My, my third cousin is the number one master in the world! The number one master!" Hearing this, Zhang Dapang assumed
the 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?" The prince's face darkened again, and
he spoke with some anger.

"Whoa! Where did this thief come from, daring to bully your grandfather's great-nephew?" The prince's words were barely out when
a deafening roar rang out.

The prince turned around.

He saw a burly, dark-faced man, wielding two butcher knives, leading more than ten men, charging menacingly towards him
.

"Is this Zhang Fei, the greatest martial artist in the world?" The prince felt a chill run down his spine
. He quickly gripped his pistol, aimed at Zhang Fei, and shouted.

"It's your grandfather!"

Zhang Fei, almost reflexively, hurled his classic insult at the prince.

"My dear—Brother Zhang Fei, I've missed you so much! Waaah—!"

The prince's handsome face paled instantly. If he hadn't already known that Zhang Fei was a reckless brute
, he would have killed him based on Zhang Fei's words alone.

Without a word, the prince, gathering his emotions, took one, two, three, four steps, and suddenly threw himself into Zhang Fei's arms
, bursting into tears.

His sobs were devastating, earth-shattering, and the wind and clouds seemed to shift, his voice filled with grief that brought tears to the eyes of all who heard.

Zhang Fei, seeing the prince collapse into his arms and wail, panicked. Even Zhang Da Pang was stunned
, completely bewildered.

"Brother Fei, I've missed you so much! Waaah! If you don't accept me, I'll have no face
to face the heroes of the world!" the prince cried, pleading desperately.

After a while, Zhang Fei finally understood the prince's meaning; it turned out the prince was his admirer.

"Little brother, please get up quickly! I accept you, I accept you, isn't that enough?" Zhang Fei threw down his butcher's knife,
scooped up the prince, and said excitedly.

Well, Zhang Fei is a real sucker for face.

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 fierce general?

"Really?" The prince raised his head, his eyes brimming with tears, looking pitifully at Zhang Fei, feigning disbelief
.

"What do you mean, little brother? I, Zhang Fei, say 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, boohoo—!" Seeing this, the prince immediately burst
into tears again.

Then, surrounded by the crowd, the prince went to Zhang Fei's house, and then kowtowed and bowed to the target. The prince cried again
, and amidst his sobs, he became the second brother of the Pig-Slaughtering King, the second-in-command in everyone's eyes.

"Fourth Uncle—Fourth Uncle, what—what did you use to kill Ah Mao and Ah 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 Prince manipulate
Zhang Fei and the Eighteen Heroes with ease, Zhang Dapang was truly impressed and filled with
awe.

"You want to know?" Prince glanced around, then leaned close to Zhang Dapang's ear and whispered menacingly
.

"No—I don't want to know, Fourth Uncle, you're not drunk!" Zhang Dapang trembled, his face
turning deathly pale, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Prince, his voice trembling.

"You say I'm drunk or not." With that, Prince shoved Zhang Dapang aside and walked towards Dongfang Yan.
Dongfang Yan had been waiting at the village entrance for a long time.

Chapter Five: Deceiving Mother

"Little San'er, where have you been all day? You scared your mother to death!" Dongfang Yan rushed to Wang Zi's side,
slapped him without a word, then hugged him tightly, bursting into tears.

"Mother, I went to the city and earned some money. I bought a house, and we'll move there tomorrow," Wang Zi explained,
his anger rising after the slap. He buried his face in Dongfang Yan's chest, rubbing against her several times, before finally looking up . 　　"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 around and said to her decisively, "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 ran over eagerly, bowing and scraping to the prince, saying, "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 fifty taels of real gold at that. 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! Get lost!" 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's blunt question nearly stunned the prince .

"Mother, it's me, Xiao San'er." The prince gave a helpless, bitter smile as
he explained to Dongfang Yan, "I've been hiding something from you. I've already become a disciple of Master Tianxuan."

"Master Tianxuan?" Dongfang Yan asked, her eyes filled with doubt.

"Your unfilial son, please forgive me, Mother. I've decided to study Taoism and cultivate immortality."

Seeing this, the prince immediately knelt down and apologized to Dongfang Yan.

"Study Taoism and cultivate immortality." Ancient people were superstitious. Dongfang Yan immediately understood. The prince had encountered a fortuitous event
. She quickly helped him up and said seriously,

"Xiao San'er, Master Tianxuan must be a highly accomplished master. Don't take
your good fortune for granted. Since you've chosen to study Taoism, you must work even harder and listen to the master's words."

"Yes, Mother." The prince smiled inwardly and replied with the demeanor of a good boy.

"Mother, Master said my name didn't suit the immortal path, so he changed my name to Zi, with the courtesy name Tianjiu, meaning '
the heavens have nine layers, and nine times nine equals one.' But I always feel that the name 'Prince' sounds strange."

"Prince!" Dongfang Yan's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this, her expression changing slightly. She then comforted the prince, saying, "Little
San'er, since the Immortal changed your name, there must be a reason. Don't make wild guesses, understand?"

"Mother, not only is my name strange, but my Daoist title is even stranger. What is this 'Tianjiu Zi,' with eight extra 'Zi'
?" The prince pouted in dissatisfaction, speaking in a huff.

"Pah!" Dongfang Yan paused slightly upon hearing this, then blushed and spat out a soft "Pah!" She pulled the prince into her arms
and said seriously, "Little Sanzi, listen to your mother, don't think nonsense. Your grandmother once
told me that those who use 'Zi' as their title are all highly skilled and enlightened masters. You must follow these masters and
learn the Dao diligently."

"Mother, I understand," the prince nodded. "Let's go to sleep."

He then 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, bought them 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 finally
increased significantly. He also consumed a Foundation Building Pill, restoring one percent of his true power, finally allowing him to freely enter his
Xuanlong Space.

Actually, it wasn't that the prince didn't want to eat the real elixirs left behind by Marshal Tianpeng, but rather that he simply lacked
the strength. In the Xuanlong Space, Marshal Tianpeng left the prince a Nine-Turn Golden Elixir from Laozi, which
the prince hadn't dared to touch.

So where did the prince get it? Of course, Marshal Tianpeng had swindled it from the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, and the prince had then
tricked him into giving it to him.

Marshal Tianpeng was hailed as one of the ten richest immortals in the Heavenly Realm, so one could imagine how wealthy the prince, his disciple, must be
.

Immortality was child's play in the prince's eyes. Thinking of his inexplicable arrival in the Three Kingdoms period, the prince
maliciously speculated that the modern world was probably already in chaos. Since he had mysteriously disappeared, wouldn't the World Society go crazy
? Wouldn't the eight thousand Nascent Soul stage experts he had encountered turn the world upside down?

Liu Yu had even bought a thousand acres of land for him. Therefore, the prince presented Liu Yu with three bottles of Moutai and a pack of "divine cigarettes." According
to the prince, one cigarette a day for a hundred days would grant immortality. This gesture nearly bankrupted Liu Yu
.

Zhang Fei took the money and recruited two thousand refugees. Why Zhang Fei? Because he was ruthless!
And the people Zhang Fei recruited were all capable men!

"You are all homeless, without a roof over your heads, without a clod of earth, without a penny to your name. My second brother, with his kind heart, has taken you in
as his servants, providing shelter and food. If you dare not remember my second brother's kindness in saving your lives, you should be as grateful
as this stone!" As Zhang Fei spoke, he pushed out with his palm, and a deafening roar shook the heavens and earth,
shattering rocks. 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 boulder the size of a small mountain with a single palm strike; it must have been the prince.

Having finished his task, Zhang Fei left Zhang Dapang, armed with his Desert Eagle, and the eighteen butchers, each carrying a butcher's knife, to supervise,
while he himself rushed back to the city to ask the prince for wine.

Excitedly arriving at the prince's room, he peered inside, and what he saw terrified him. The prince, hidden
in the darkness, sat on his bed, surrounded by swirling mist. A flame flickered in his hand, sometimes appearing, sometimes disappearing, and
a point of starlight flickered from his mouth. 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 was a demigod.

"What kind of guard team did they create?! This is a headache!" Zhang Fei didn't look closely at the room, otherwise he would
have seen the floor filled with powerful modern weaponry: submachine guns, rocket launchers, mortars,
and a table full of elixirs, ancient Ganoderma lucidum, ginseng, and so on.

Chapter Six: Liu Bei is a pretty boy.

"Master, if you're in heaven, at least give your disciple some advice!" The 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
. The 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 create five hundred innate masters first." The prince sighed for a long time, put away
the weaponry and elixirs that filled the room, and went to Tianxia Manor.

"Brother Fei, has Fatty taken care of everything?" Prince tossed Zhang Fei a bottle of Moutai and asked
.

"He's done. Second brother, no offense, but that mountain villa you're building will take anywhere from three months to half a
year. The Yellow Turban rebels are coming soon, what are we going to do?" Zhang Fei, though seemingly rough, was actually quite astute. He couldn't understand
why the clever Prince would do something so foolish.

"Brother Fei is right, but Second brother isn't an ordinary person." Prince said, giving a sly smile, and then disappeared towards
the address of the Tianxia Mountain Villa.

" Nonsense! What use would a manor built by mere mortals be?

Back in my modern-day headquarters of the World Society, even a celestial being couldn't break in.

During the Three Kingdoms period, there were a few remarkable figures, like Zuo Ci and Yu Ji.

" "Greetings, Manor Lord." The prince, dressed in black, arrived at the World Manor. Seeing Zhang Dapang swaggering around while overseeing the construction
, he was enraged. He kicked Zhang Dapang away and roared. The sound was like thunder
, terrifying the crowd, who immediately kowtowed to the prince.

"You who enter my World Manor are treated differently 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 them to retreat.

"Follow me." After saying this, the prince led the six hundred-odd burly men who had been struggling back to
the backyard of his residence.

Fortunately, the prince and Liu Yu had said that the house should be bigger.

Otherwise, the backyard really wouldn't be able to accommodate more than 600 people.

"Brother Fei, your second brother needs to go into seclusion for ten days. I entrust everything at home to you." The prince
said to Zhang Fei in a serious tone.

"Second brother, don't worry. With your elder brother here, I guarantee the family will be fine." Zhang Fei responded repeatedly.

"Brother Fei, remember this: if you encounter a man with long arms and big ears in the county town, run as far as you can
. That man is a reincarnation of a cursed star; whoever is associated with him is destined to be unlucky. Also, you absolutely must not kill that man.
Once you kill him, his bad luck will transfer to the person who kills him. Remember this."

To be honest, the prince was worried about Zhang Fei. In the prince's mind, he believed that Liu Bei must be someone with some kind of
special ability. Therefore, the prince was extremely afraid that his top henchman would be fooled by Liu Bei, so he had to
repeatedly remind Zhang Fei.

"Second brother, you've said that countless times, I've remembered it." Zhang Fei
interrupted the prince impatiently, saying casually, "Second brother, if you go into seclusion, where am I supposed to find that immortal wine
?"

"I knew you'd ask, brother. The immortal wine is with Liu Yu. You can take one bottle a day, but
don't overindulge and mess things up." The prince finished speaking and disappeared into thin air.

The prince led six hundred people into the Life and Death Illusion Array, first giving them Foundation Building Pills, then activating
the array.

Then, the prince popped a third-grade Earth-rank spiritual medicine into his mouth, facing upwards, and began his seclusion.

Meanwhile, the prince entered the Life and Death Illusion Array, and the impatient Zhang Fei rushed to find Liu Yu to get the Maotai
immortal wine.

No one expected that the prince's words would come true. Zhang Fei actually encountered a
man with long arms and big ears.

"A cursed lone star!" Zhang Fei exclaimed, his eyes wide with shock. He transformed into a hurricane and fled backward, hiding
in a shadowy alley.

He covered his head with a bamboo basket and peeked through the gaps at the long-armed, large-eared man.

Meanwhile, Liu Bei had returned from his studies a month earlier. His family was out of rice, his mother had gone hungry for three days, and Liu Bei
had beaten his wife, Guo. Guo was the second daughter of a small merchant family in Zhuojun. Because Liu Bei's first wife, Lady Chen, had died
, he had married Guo with the help of his uncle, Liu Yuan.

Liu Bei was hypocritical and prone to beating and abusing his wife
. Guo knew something of the truth about how he had beaten her first wife to death.

Not only had Liu Bei beaten his wife, he had also forced her to beg money from her parents' home for him.

When she refused, Liu Bei beat her again!

Left with no other choice, Liu Bei returned to his old trade, weaving straw mats and sandals. This was the greatest
humiliation in his heart!

Liu Bei, a descendant of the Prince of Zhongshan, a true member of the imperial family, how could he do such menial labor?

He was often indignant about this!

Liu Bei had a great secret: he possessed a special kind of charm, easily bewitching others and gaining
their favor. This charm was amplified exponentially, especially when he cried.

Furthermore, Liu Bei diligently practiced martial arts, finding enlightenment in weaving mats and sandals, and developed a peerless skill—the "Dragon and Snake
Transformation"—which, in simpler terms, was an ambidextrous technique. Liu Bei could multitask, weaving mats with one hand and sandals with the other.
Being a learned man, Liu Bei gave his skill a rather clever and grand name
! 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 imperial family, his struggle for the legitimate succession of the Han Dynasty was their own
private matter!

Perhaps today was Liu Bei's unlucky day; he hadn't eaten breakfast and had even 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.

His actions followed his thoughts; Liu Bei got up, strode with his characteristic dragon-tiger gait, and arrived at a steamed bun shop about ten paces away. He watched
a woman around forty years old busily steaming and selling buns. Liu Bei's eyes darted around, and when he noticed that Old
Man Li wasn't there, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But just then, a feeling of being secretly watched made Liu Bei alert.

"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 day before yesterday, the governor issued a proclamation, recruiting local militia in Zhuojun, saying the Yellow Turban rebels are about to attack.
You're related to the governor, you should try to become a general." Li Ersao
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 Li Ersao; his taste was unique!
She was the kind of woman middle-aged and elderly men in the Three Kingdoms period loved!

"Is that true?" Liu Bei was slightly startled upon hearing this, quickly taking
the hot bun that Li Ersao had secretly slipped to him, and asked in a unchanged tone.

"What do you mean by 'serious' or 'not serious'? What could be more serious than yours?" Liu Bei's emotions were not outwardly expressed, and Li Ersao,
unaware of Liu Bei's change of heart, continued to flirt with him.

Liu Bei took a deep breath, gave Li Ersao a seductive wink, and quickly turned to walk towards the center of the main street.

Chapter Seven: Guan Yu vs. Zhang Fei

"Bah, where did this petty thief come from! Trying to commit evil in broad daylight!" Seeing the Lone Star of Calamity approaching
, Zhang Fei was secretly anxious. Just then, a loud shout filled with righteous energy
exploded in Zhang Fei's ears.

Zhang Fei's heart skipped a beat, and his right hand reflexively grabbed at the left shoulder. The other man 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 getting closer, and seeing
the red-faced man relentlessly pursuing him, Zhang Fei was furious and shouted at him.

"Whose grandpa are you?!" Upon hearing this, the red-faced giant's face turned even redder, almost dripping blood. His phoenix
eyes widened, and the force in his hand instantly increased by three points.

"I am your grandpa!" Zhang Fei's mouth was notoriously sharp; he wanted to be everyone's grandpa
! Seeing the other party acting like a wild boar in front of him, the world's number one expert, Zhang Fei was even angrier
. Gathering his strength, he roared at the red-faced giant, his voice like rolling thunder, carrying for dozens of feet.

The red-faced giant, Guan Yu, Guan Yunchang, was immediately enraged: "You scoundrel, you're courting death!"
A strong killing intent flashed in Guan Yu's phoenix eyes.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang—a series of loud noises. Zhang Fei and Guan Yu exchanged dozens of blows in a single breath,
both fighting with speed and brute force.

Zhang Fei's face darkened even more. Seeing Liu Bei rapidly approaching, he cried out in alarm.

Guan Yu, enraged, blushed 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 all his life had finally appeared.

Thinking of this, Liu Bei couldn't help but want to burst into tears!

"Bah, Grandpa won't fight you anymore!" Liu Bei's eyes gleamed, and he had already approached
within three zhang of Zhang Fei and Guan Yu. Just then, Zhang Fei suddenly shook his head and roared, exchanging a punch with Guan Yu before turning tail and running away.

"You grandson, don't run away if you have the guts! Fight me—Grandpa—three hundred more rounds!" Guan Yu, so arrogant,
was truly enraged, hurling insults at the shameless Zhang Fei.

Guan Yu's skill was slightly superior to Zhang Fei's, and after regaining his composure, Guan Yu quickly gave chase.

"Hey—hey hey—brothers—!"

Liu Bei was dumbfounded when he saw the two running away. He called out several times, but they didn't stop. In a
panic, Liu Bei took off after them.

Hey, Zhang Fei ran for eight whole blocks! Guan Yu was always about ten feet behind him, while Liu
Bei was about 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. He couldn't resist any longer. He grabbed a steamed bun from his pocket and took a couple of bites
. Because he spoke so quickly, 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 devouring a person, 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 defeat
that red-faced strange man!

"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, quickly calling out to Guan Yu with concern.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury." Sweat beaded on his forehead, his face flushed, Guan Yu, enduring
the excruciating pain emanating from the next room, spoke with a heroic air.

"So much blood and you call it a minor injury? I'll carry you to the doctor." Hearing this, Liu Bei's opinion of Guan Yu
rose even higher. Then, Liu Bei's eyes reddened as he 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 of blissful oblivion
.

Meanwhile, the six hundred strong men trapped in the Life and Death Illusion Array were suffering terribly. The ancients were superstitious, believing in gods. Well,
those with weak willpower died one by one in the Life and Death Illusion Array, their souls turning to ashes, becoming
living dead.

The prince's seclusion lasted half a month. When he awoke and looked around the Life and Death Illusion Array
, he nearly fainted from anger.

Of the six hundred burly men, only thirteen sat on the ground, their faces etched with the marks of time, lost in thought. This ratio of life to death was
utterly absurd.

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, a sight that made the eighteen men, who had seen through life and death, clench their muscles involuntarily.

"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 until they succumbed to his piercing
gaze and lowered their heads. Then, with a secret satisfaction, the prince said aloud, "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 replied in unison.

"Have you all forgotten to eat? Speaking like women! Speak louder!" Seeing this, the prince's face darkened, and
he roared angrily.

"Understood." Forced by Prince Wei, the eighteen guards had no choice but to shout at the top of their lungs. At the same time, they secretly...
They said 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 places where there are no outsiders, 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 automatically disappeared. Of course, for
the eighteen guards who had seen through life and death, the Life and Death Illusion Array no longer had any power.

"Second brother, you're finally back! Big brother hasn't had a drink for five days, boohoo." Seeing the prince come out, Zhang
Fei shouted and rushed towards him, hugging him tightly and bursting into tears.

"Brother Fei, how many days have I been in seclusion?" The prince frowned slightly and asked.

"A full fifteen days!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fei stretched out his arms and lifted one leg, exclaiming exaggeratedly.

"Brother Fei, here are ten bottles of Moutai. Take them and have a big meal with them. You can pay for it first."
The prince nodded, "I still need to see my mother." With that, the 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, and
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. You can pay for it first."
The prince nodded, "I still need to see my mother." With that, the 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, and
he spoke in a trembling voice.

"Mother, I'm out of seclusion!" The prince excitedly ran into Dongfang Yan's room, calling out urgently.

"Little San'er, don't come any closer!" Dongfang Yan, who was bathing, heard this, her heart trembled, and a look of joy appeared on her face.
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 soft, urgent 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 hard, his eyes darting around mischievously.
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? Did those maids make you angry?"
the prince asked while taking advantage of Dongfang Yan.

"No, no," Dongfang Yan replied, her face flushed, too embarrassed to look at the prince's lecherous gaze
. She simply pushed away his groping hands.

Half-heartedly, the prince finally managed to touch every inch of Dongfang Yan's body.
When Dongfang Yan came out after her bath, she almost collapsed to the ground.

The prince and Dongfang Yan chatted for a while, ate something, and the prince occasionally told a few suggestive
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 wicked grin, giving Dongfang Yan a mischievous
look.

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Yan was so ashamed 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
placed the official document of the Yamen General on the table with his left hand, picked up a cup of Maotai liquor, took a sip, and
looked at Liu Yu with a somewhat puzzled expression, asking.

"Nonsense!" Liu Yu's temper flared immediately, 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 does indeed have
some royal blood. The fact that he calls me uncle is just something he made up himself. I've never acknowledged
this marriage."

The prince almost spat out his liquor upon hearing this.

So, Liu Bei's title of "Unparalleled Benevolent Imperial Uncle" 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 giant?" Prince smiled and asked Liu Yu.

"I heard he's lying in bed, half-dead," Liu Yu replied, his brow furrowing.

"Little brother, I heard that the Desert Eagle you gave that kid Zhang is a celestial artifact. Is that true?
"

"Oh, right, right," Prince exclaimed, feigning sudden realization. "Brother, that's a
ninth-grade celestial pill. One pill can grant you five hundred years of life. My master said you are a royal dragon, and immortality is defying
the heavens. I begged my master for ten days and ten nights, and he specially bestowed this elixir to extend your life by five hundred years. This is
a great act of defying 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 Prince's bluff, his expression changing several times, his heart trembling with fear.

"Brother, have you made up your mind? After taking this elixir, you will have five hundred years of lifespan. You will be forbidden from doing
bad things, or you will be struck by lightning." The prince continued to coax Liu Yu, whose face was deathly pale
.

"Alright, from now on I, Liu Junping, will do more good deeds and accumulate more merit." After a struggle, 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 in his mouth, and a cool and refreshing sensation spread through his body. The prince, having helped Liu
Yu to the end, helped him refine the medicinal power, enter the Innate Realm, and regain his youth.

Chapter Nine: Reincarnation of the Star Lord

The prince found Zhang Fei and, with eighteen guards, rushed to Liu Bei's house.

"I did not know that you, sir, would grace my humble abode with your presence. Please forgive my lack of hospitality." Liu Bei was grieving for Guan Yu...
Just then, the prince appeared. Liu Bei was overjoyed to see Zhang Fei, but Zhang Fei became uneasy upon seeing Liu Bei
.

Liu Bei glanced at the prince, a glint of light flashing in his eyes, his expression instantly changing. He hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

"Big-eared thief, I've come to see Brother Guan." The prince wouldn't give Liu Bei a friendly look. Hearing
this, he sneered, shoved Liu Bei aside, and rushed into the house.

"Ah!" Liu Bei cried out in pain, flying out. Liu Bei, who was usually confident in his martial arts skills, never imagined
that the prince's palm strike would be so terrifying.

Guan Yu, lying on the bed, heard the sound and his expression immediately became excited.

"Brother, don't move! I'm a step too late."

Seeing this, the prince quickly and affectionately pressed Guan Yu down and fed him a magic pill.

The magic pill melted instantly in his mouth, and Guan Yu's face immediately flushed with color. 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, Prince quickly said sincerely, "Fei-ge, hurry up and apologize to Second Brother."

"Hmph." Zhang Fei, unwillingly carrying two bottles of Moutai, snorted, "
I offended you a lot the other day." He then slammed the Moutai on the table.

"Hmph." Guan Yu's anger flared at Zhang Fei's arrogant demeanor. If it weren't for Prince's sake
, he would have already attacked.

"Second Brother, these two bottles of immortal wine are worth a fortune. Consider them Fei-ge's small token of apology. Please
accept them." Seeing this, Prince glared at Zhang Fei and quickly smiled at Guan Yu.

"Hmm." Guan Yu raised an eyebrow, his face lighting up with delight. He glanced coldly at Zhang Fei and
nodded arrogantly to Prince.

"Second Brother, your gunshot wound in your arm requires immediate surgery. The bullet needs to be removed with a scalpel
. If you're not afraid of pain, why don't you come with me to the clinic now?"

Upon seeing this, the prince's expression suddenly turned serious, and he spoke to Guan Yu with a grave look.

"Haha, what's a little pain!" Guan Yu, thinking the prince was looking down on him, laughed wildly
, "I'll go with you to the clinic right now!" As he spoke, Guan Yu got off the bed and pushed 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. Guan Yu and Zhang Fei exuded a powerful aura,
which grew stronger and more terrifying with Liu Bei's cries.

"Ha!" The prince roared suddenly, grabbing Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, and using a small-space teleportation technique,
he fled ten miles away.

"Ugh." As soon as the prince landed, his body shuddered violently, and he spat out a bloody spray.

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei's natal star marks appeared between their brows, their bodies radiating terrifying star lord divine power, forcing
the prince to break bones and fly backward repeatedly.

"Break—Break Army—Return—Return—Ugh—."

"Seven—Seven Kills—Return—Return—Ugh—."

Just then, a thunderous crack resounded, and Guan Yu and Zhang Fei spat out a column of blood over ten feet long, their bodies
swaying twice in the void before collapsing backward.

At the same time, Liu Bei spat out three mouthfuls of his natal blood, his body trembling violently several times, before finally his eyes rolled back and he fainted
.

"A Star Lord reincarnated!" The prince gasped, even with Marshal Tianpeng as his backer, he
still felt a chill run down his spine.

He wouldn't be afraid of other Star Lords,

but Po Jun and Qi Sha were invincible 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 with a start, exclaiming in surprise.

"Yes," Liu Yu nodded, "Young Master, could you perhaps treat Xuande? After all, he has
our royal blood. His wife, Guo, came to my residence weeping and pleading. If Xuande
has offended Young Master Guo in any way, I apologize on his behalf."

Liu Yu then knelt 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 see for myself." Seeing this, the prince quickly helped Liu Yu up and said urgently.

When the prince arrived at Liu Bei's house, Liu Bei was half-conscious, paralyzed in bed, his wife, Guo , standing
guard by his bedside with red and swollen eyes.

The prince immediately felt a strong urge to restore Liu Bei to his rightful place. Since Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were reincarnations of star deities
, 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 several times.

Why? Because the Wenqu Star Deity was a handsome young man 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, Xuande's life may be nearing its end!"

"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 Lady 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

"Please calm down, young master, calm down, I'll take care of it right away."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yu's expression changed drastically. He rushed into the room and lectured and reprimanded Guo Shi, leaving her
pale-faced, filled with fear and self-reproach, almost to the point of suicide.

"This servant greets—Master." Under Liu Yu's intimidation and threats, Guo Shi, tears streaming down her face, looked longingly
at Liu Bei on the bed, walked out of the room, and knelt before the prince, sobbing uncontrollably.

Don't think the prince was too cunning; he even took Liu Bei's wife.

Guo Shi was Liu Bei's second wife, and sooner or later she would be abandoned by him
. Liu Bei lived a life of constant wandering; what good life could Guo Shi have with him?

Not to mention the four beauties—Lady Gan, Lady Mi, Lady Sun, and Lady Wu—who would later be abandoned by Liu Bei
!

Hey, don't be fooled by the prince's righteous words that he wasn't after Guo Shi's beauty; in fact, the prince truly was
. Not long after Liu Bei's first wife died, Guo Shi entered the family less than two years later. She was about fifteen or sixteen years old, roughly
the age of a middle school student in modern times.

In ancient times, girls married at twelve or thirteen; if they weren't married by fifteen or sixteen, they might remain unmarried
.

The prince, however, had a penchant for young girls and had raised several adorable little girls in modern times.

Back home, Guo Shi washed and changed into clean clothes, revealing
herself to be a stunningly beautiful young woman with white eyebrows. You know what, Liu Bei really had a good eye for women!

"Madam Guo, now that you've entered my Wang family and become 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," Guo Xiang replied, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears as she
bowed deeply to the prince.

"Guo Xiang, remember this. My Wang family is a large and powerful clan. Never violate our family rules
." The prince suddenly flashed a sharp, cold light in his eyes and said coldly to Guo Xiang.

"Yes, Master." Guo Xiang trembled upon hearing this, her face showing 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 lack 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." Guo Xiang couldn't help but smile inwardly upon hearing this, 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's arrival. Just
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 the Wang family appeared nouveau riche to others, 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 future expansion, 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 and influential 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 power all over my body." Zhang Fei, radiating
a fierce and powerful aura, asked the prince with a puzzled expression.

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 arts." The prince
lied without batting an eye.

"What profound arts have been mastered?" 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 maintaining his cool demeanor, 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 instantly enraged, his anger rising. His eyes darted around, and he immediately
had an idea: "Such a beautiful scene, with wine and food, yet I feel something is missing."

"Missing what?" Prince asked, startled.

"Atmosphere, an atmosphere," Guan Yu said with a slight smile.

"What atmosphere?" Zhang Fei's eyes widened as he roared at Guan Yu.

Guan Yu smiled slightly, remaining silent, but his eyes held a meaningful look as he looked at Prince.

"Oh," Prince exclaimed, 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?" Prince and Guan Yu looked at Zhang Fei simultaneously, speaking in unison.

"Hmph," Zhang Fei snorted coldly, knowing he couldn't avoid this situation.

So the prince ordered his men to bring the sacrificial offerings of a black ox and a white horse. The three men burned incense, bowed twice, and swore an oath:

"Now, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and the prince, though of different surnames, have become sworn brothers. We will work together with one heart and one mind to rescue the distressed and help the needy."

"To serve the nation and bring peace to the people . We do not seek to be born on the same day, month, and year, but only to die on the same day, month, and year. Heaven and Earth bear witness to this heart; those who betray righteousness and forget kindness shall be condemned by both Heaven and man!" Having sworn this oath, he swore brotherhood, first to Guan Yu, then to Zhang Fei, and finally to the prince.

After the sworn brotherhood in the Peach Garden, the three feasted for three days and three nights.

Chapter Eleven: Liu Yan Also Desires Immortality

For the past six months, the prince had lived a leisurely life .
His manor was bustling with activity, with various kings and nobles sending people to buy immortal wine and divine smoke. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that the prince was making a fortune every day.

"Master, it's time to set off," Guo Xiang said respectfully in a low voice to the prince. "

The Yellow Turban Rebellion has broken out. I will go to Youzhou to pay my respects to the governor. It will take at least three months, at most five,
before I return. Mother, do not worry," the prince said, looking at his mother's reluctant and worried face.

"Little San'er, be careful on your journey. Consult with your two elder brothers on everything, and don't act recklessly,"
Dongfang Yan said with tears in her eyes and a worried expression.

"Don't worry, Aunt. With my second brother and me here, we'll ensure your safety," Guan Yu, riding his Ferghana horse
, solemnly swore to Dongfang, holding his Green Dragon Crescent Blade.

"Anyone who dares to bully my third brother will have to ask my eighteen-foot steel spear first!" Zhang Fei
roared fiercely, his leopard-like eyes flashing.

If Dongfang Yan hadn't known Zhang Fei well, a stranger would have mistaken him for a demon. "San'er, go," Dongfang Yan said, taking a deep breath and waving goodbye to the prince,

afraid she would burst into tears if she continued . 　　"Yes, Mother." The prince secretly squeezed Dongfang Yan's palm twice, then mounted his horse. With a whoosh, he drew his 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 name their private guard with the word "Dragon"? 　　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 Prefect, wishing you longevity and boundless happiness." 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 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, have a seat. Junping , you may also take a seat." 　　"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 of them sat down, put down his teacup and smiled at the prince, saying, "The three heroes have come; I wonder how many men you've brought?" 　　"Reporting to the Prefect, Tianjiu and my two elder brothers have brought three thousand men to slay the traitors," the prince replied, forcing a smile. 　　This was a formality, something everyone understood perfectly well; it had to be done. The prince, naturally averse to trouble, felt a surge of annoyance. 　　"Elder brother," Liu Yu, knowing the prince's temperament, quickly reminded Liu Yan, "Your three thousand Blood Dragon Guards from Tianxia Manor are all elite, capable of taking on ten men each. Your two elder brothers are both heroes of our time. As the saying goes, a just cause is necessary; elder brother should give the three of you a proper title. " 　　"Hmm." Upon hearing this, Liu Yan remained silent for a moment, then nodded, adopting a certain air of authority. "Wang Tianjiu, Guan Yunchang, and 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 my Great Han." As soon as 　　Liu Yan finished speaking, 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? His face was flushed red, as if he had drunk ten bottles of Moutai. 　　As for Zhang Fei, a butcher, he had the mindset of a commoner. Upon hearing that he had become an official and would 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 personal relationship with him. 　　"Immortal Master, save me!" Liu Yan suddenly sprang up more than three feet from his seat, knelt down at the prince's feet, and hugged the prince tightly, wailing, "Immortal Master, I have an eighty-year-old mother, a wife and several children, and three hundred retainers. I don't want to die! Please, Immortal Master, save me! Grant me an elixir of immortality, to make me young again, and to grant me eternal life! Waaah—" 　　"This—" The prince looked troubled upon hearing this. 　　"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 you, Immortal Master , have mercy and grant me immortality!" Liu Yan's cries darkened the heavens and the sun and moon, and the sound of his grief was deafening. 　　To spare no expense, Liu Yan even kowtowed until his head bled. 　　This is the biggest reason why the prince had such good relationships with so many ministers in court. 　　The prince's other identity was that of a celestial 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 royalty, imbued with dragon energy. If you were to
achieve immortality, wouldn't that be defying the heavens? The world would be turned upside down, chaos would ensue, and not only would divine punishment descend,
turning you to ashes, but all the common people would suffer for you, a devastating loss of life."

"Then—then how could my third brother—?" Liu Yan was shocked, his face turning deathly pale, and he
weakly argued.

"Foolish!" The prince swept his sleeve and roared, "Junping has no restraints on his body, and his dragon energy is contained within
. 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 with a thud 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, turning and departing. 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 troops toward Mount Daxing. 　　"Halt." Cheng Yuanzhi, with a bandit-like air, waved his hand, ordering the more than ten thousand Yellow Turban warriors to stop. 　　"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 fair skin 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 Yellow River overflowing its banks. 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 hundreds of times, 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 of embarrassment and anger , 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!" 　　"My lord, I was forced into this! I don't want to die!" 　　Well, the prince, who had wanted to experience the thrill of war, was wrong, terribly wrong. 　　He suddenly realized that the working people of ancient times were quite clever; if they couldn't win, they surrendered . Anyone with a conscience would find it hard to harm a surrendered working class. 　　"Traitor, kneel down now!" Zhang Dapang stood beside the prince, using his power to intimidate the bruised and swollen Cheng Yuanzhi, shouting loudly. 　　"A real 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, reaching out to brush away the long hair that was obscuring his vision. 　　"My lord, don't hit me—don't hit me—waaaah—!" Seeing the prince's action, Cheng Yuanzhi reflexively knelt at the prince's feet, crying and pleading. 　　Such a stark contrast left Guan Yu and Zhang Fei stunned, while Zhang Da Pang stared dumbfounded! 　　"Hmph, do you know why I hit you!" the prince asked coldly. Having failed in 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 have at least put up a fight before running! I 've never seen such a cowardly rebel general! And did you think I would n't recognize you just because you're disguised and wearing a vest? Hmph!" 　　"My lord, I was wrong!" The dumbfounded Cheng Yuanzhi 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 withdrew his right foot, which was kicking in mid-air, and said to Deng Mao, who was kneeling to the side with a pale face.

"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 Rebellion 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 instinctively
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 subordinate, 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 girl. Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao shouldn't have gone to Jiangdong yet.

As for Zou Jing, the prince didn't even consider him a threat.

He traveled quickly and arrived in Qingzhou.

"Not good, run! It's the Taiqing One Qi Transformation Divine Array!" Ever since entering Qingzhou, the prince had felt something
was amiss. 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 array.

"Kill!" The prince's words had barely left his lips when the battle cries erupted.

The prince and his companions were as if 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 the prince and his group
.

"Borrowing the possession of ten thousand heavenly soldiers, what a grand scheme!" The prince fought desperately, his hatred itching to fight back
.

"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 disheveled, 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's core? Where's the array's core!" 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 spatial 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's core.

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, completely dumbfounded!

Chapter Thirteen: Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao are Demons.

"You bad guy, let me go! 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, elastic bottom hard
.

"You bad guy, you bad guy! You're so mean!" The little girl, clinging to the prince, struggled incessantly, her two
pink legs raised, her cheeks flushed, tears glistening in her beautiful eyes, her little mouth cursing incessantly.

"A girl like you shouldn't be learning such bad habits, actually trying to arrange troops and commit murder! Do you know
how many Blood Dragon Guards you've caused me to lose? How much it costs me 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 finally, she
began to sob softly, tears welling in her eyes.

"Sweetie, don't cry. Brother, I 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 teary eyes widening suddenly, unable to 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." Seeing that Zhang Jiao's only daughter
was really crying, crying sadly,

the prince 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 vixen 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."

Having deliberately slowed their journey to Yingchuan, by the time they arrived, Zhang Liang and Zhang
Bao had been defeated by Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun's fire attack.

Following the prince's plan, Guan Yu and Zhang Fei seized the opportunity to slaughter the remnants of Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao's army!

"Such a powerful demonic aura!" The prince frowned, unable to help but exclaim softly.

Two streaks of azure demonic energy shot straight into the sky from behind the Yellow Turban army.

"Could Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao be demons?" The prince hesitated, deciding to go and confront Zhang Liang and Zhang
Bao.

Just then, a group of people attacked from the southwest. The leader, wielding a long saber, possessed an imposing aura, like
a tiger among sheep, moving with unparalleled force, routing the Yellow Turban army.

The prince secretly thought this man must be the cunning and ruthless Cao Cao!

However, time was of the essence. The prince abandoned his chance to meet Cao Cao, used his invisibility technique, and
flew 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 roared.

"Hmph, Zhang Liang, Zhang Bao, have you forgotten the covenant of the Investiture of the Gods? Although you have been 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's expression remained unchanged as he coldly snorted.

"Hahaha—hahaha—" Upon hearing this, Zhang Bao suddenly threw his head back and laughed loudly, 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, the human race was 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
Elements Banner he was about to swing suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"No—." The little girl said resolutely, "The world, it's all this world! It's made Uncle Yu Ji and my father and uncles
turn against each other! What's so good about this world? What's so good about it? 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 true tough guy

"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 should 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 the disciple of a genuine immortal—." The prince said 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 me like that; 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 his end." 　　After saying this, the prince adopted the air of a wise man and ascended into the sky. 　　"What!" Upon hearing this, Zhang Liang and Bao's expressions changed drastically. 　　"King Tianjiu of the Cavalry pays his respects to the two lords." The prince, along with Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, knelt on one knee before Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun. 　　Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun were both formidable figures, famous generals of the late Eastern Han Dynasty, even more powerful than the later eighteen warlords. Huangfu Song even rose to the rank of Grand Commandant, second only to the emperor, and even Cao Cao was quite wary of him. 　　"Hmm." Seeing this, Huangfu Song 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 prince, in particular, had made his fortune through shamanistic rituals, a profession similar to Zhang Jiao's, 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, and they felt a surge of disgust towards Huangfu Song, muttering complaints in their hearts. 　　"Generals, please rise quickly." Zhu Jun glanced around, quickly gave Huangfu Song a look, and waved for the three princes to rise. 　　The three princes, having somehow emerged from the command tent, were all seething with anger. They wished they had just marched directly to Guangzong, rather than endure the humiliation of Huangfu Song and Zhu Jun. 　　The feudal system was truly oppressive. 　　"Hmph, let you be so smug. Soon enough, Fatty Dong will torture you to death." The prince thought wickedly to himself , then mounted his horse and waved his hand, saying to Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, "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, their origins
were illegitimate.

Traveling through the night, three days later, the prince finally met the legendary Dong Zhuo.

Dong Zhuo, a true powerhouse!

Dong Zhuo was 1.8 meters tall, weighing over 300 jin (approximately 150 kg), wearing earth-yellow armor, his large
belly exposed, wielding two tiger-headed sabers, surrounded by black mist, leaping and bounding as he
fought Zhang Liang, Zhang Bao, and Zhang Ling'er. His movements were extremely agile, his saber techniques were full of domineering power, showing no fear of the innate demonic energy

emanating from Zhang Liang, Zhang Bao, and Zhang Ling'er ! 　　The prince felt Guan Yu and Zhang Fei's breathing quicken noticeably, their eyes revealing excitement. 　　Unseen by Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, hidden in the clouds, a grey-robed Taoist riding a crane was locked in combat with a burly man in yellow robes. 　　In a battle between masters, momentum was paramount. Especially for cultivators, a single misstep could result in annihilation . 　　"You fiends! Today, this general will spare your lives, 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 further stalemate could lead to his defeat. With a sudden roar, Dong Zhuo charged towards Zhang Ling'er, who instinctively dodged. Dong Zhuo seized the opportunity and vanished in a flash. 　　During his escape, he zigzagged, constantly glancing back, his mind tense as he watched the direction the prince and his companions were heading. 　　The prince, seeing this, nearly coughed up blood. He 　　'd seen the famous figure, but hadn't had a 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 abruptly, dark clouds obscuring the sky. 　　Amidst thunder and lightning, a mournful cry rang out from the crane beneath Zuo Ci, and Zhang Jiao followed suit, falling from the clouds. 　　"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 blankly fixed on Zhang Ling'er, his right hand outstretched as if trying to grasp something, but grasping nothing. 　　The legendary charlatan had departed this world, dying with unfulfilled ambitions. 　　"Father—." 　　"Elder Brother—." 　　Upon seeing Zhang Jiao's passing, Zhang Ling'er and the other two couldn't help but burst into tears. 　　"I will avenge Elder 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 in an instant to become a hundred feet tall, stirring up clouds and rain, creating storms and waves—truly a great and 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, sobbing 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. Faintly, a 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. 　　Zhang Bao returned to his original form, his strength increasing tenfold. His dragon body swelled to eight hundred feet tall, and with a single opening of his maw, he swallowed over five thousand people whole. Simultaneously, a colossal wave, ten thousand feet high, crashed down from the sky. 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 faces changed drastically, their eyes blazing with fury. 　　Yu Ji's Great Five Elements Banner Hand pierced the void, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-tall object, bursting forth with five-colored light, forming a gigantic radiance that desperately held back the East Sea waters Zhang Bao had summoned. 　　"Mountains and Seas!" Zuo Ci's face flushed crimson as he roared, pointing his hand towards the heavens, using his great supernatural power to redirect the East Sea waters back. 　　The remaining three Taoist priests, wielding flying swords and riding auspicious clouds, charged towards Zhang Bao. 　　"How utterly despicable!" The battle between man and dragon was so fierce that the heavens and earth trembled, causing the prince to gasp in horror, a chill running down his spine . He realized he had overestimated himself and underestimated the heroes of the world. 　　While Yu Ji and his men were besieging Zhang Bao, Zhang Liang knocked Zhang Ling'er unconscious with a single chop and secretly slipped away. Meanwhile 　　, amidst the raging waves, a figure clad in earth-yellow armor, with a protruding belly, wielding two large swords, surrounded by black mist, soared through the air, leaping and bounding, roaring wildly, secretly attacking Zhang Bao while simultaneously collecting black dragon blood . 　　The prince was utterly disgusted; Dong Zhuo's shamelessness was truly unbelievable. 　　The outcome of this battle was obvious. 　　The prince, of course, had to participate; such an opportunity shouldn't be wasted on accumulating merit. 　　Well, in this battle between man and dragon, Dong Zhuo obtained dragon blood and other treasures, while the prince gained immense merit. Both seemed to enjoy profiting from war! 　　After this battle, the Eastern Han dynasty 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 submitted a memorial praising Lu Zhi for his merits and innocence, and the court reinstated Lu Zhi to his original position. 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 consistent with historical records. 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, and even Emperor Ling of Han addressed him as "Father."

Second, Zhang Rang is a member of Empress He and General He Jin's faction. To enter the palace and do something with Empress He, one must
win over Zhang Rang.

Third, Empress He's son, Emperor Shao of Han, Liu Bian, is a foolish and incompetent ruler. To control the emperor and command
the princes, one must naturally befriend Zhang Rang. As for the talented and courageous last emperor, Liu Xie, the prince has already decided to find an opportunity
to eliminate him.

As the saying goes, troubled waters are good for fishing. The prince is not a good person to begin with, and the more chaotic the Eastern Han Dynasty, the more
advantageous it is for him.

Although the prince isn't particularly powerful as emperor,
he still longs for a harem of three palaces, six courtyards, and seventy-two concubines, hehe.

Back at the Tianxia Manor, the prince naturally wants to see his mother, Dongfang Yan, first, and the two chat about everyday matters.

As they chat, they naturally end up in bed together.

Dongfang Yan noticed the prince's Oedipus complex, but having been widowed for many years, she naturally harbored
some longing for the opposite sex and wasn't entirely averse to the prince, even secretly pleased.

The prince was frustrated, unable to cross that final line, clinging to that ridiculous vow to preserve his virginity for
Dongfang Yan.

This left him surrounded by many beautiful young maids, whom he could only admire from afar.

Especially Liu Bei's wife, Guo Xiang, who was becoming increasingly feminine, dressed extravagantly, looking nothing like
a maid but rather a noblewoman married into a wealthy family.

For the prince, who particularly loved married women, this was a huge temptation!

Moreover, Guo Xiang vaguely sensed the prince's ulterior motives, 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, he had the title but no
real power.

Guan Yu and Zhang Fei rose through the ranks and gained wealth under the prince's guidance, being appointed as captains and sent to the capital to report on their duties. They might even be assigned to guard the emperor 's
gates or command the city's defenses.

If they didn't have any real power, wouldn't they have gone to fight Zhang Rang and He Jin after the prince showered them with fine wine and cigarettes?

In the prince's own words, "We're rich, extremely rich. "

The prince's journey to Luoyang was pulled by sixteen horses, and these were improved versions of the Akhal-Teke horses, fed on
elixirs, making them highly intelligent.

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 people 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, he could simply launch a few missiles.

Moreover, the prince was also appointed as the 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 possess some real abilities.
This is the fundamental reason why Emperor Ling was able to successfully complete his imperial career.

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 a load of rubbish! Responsibility is merely a means for those in power to better rule those below.

Don't disbelieve it, don't think this is too harsh a reality, because it is indeed a bloody
fact.

Don't be fooled by those time-travel fanfiction writers who dedicate their lives to serving the people and achieving lasting
glory. In reality, it's because these time-travel fans have such strong desires and intense needs—wanting to play with
more women, ride more expensive horses, and enjoy a more luxurious life—they need more territory and
greater power.

And so, some time travelers, fighting and vying for power, naturally unified the world. For
the common people, tax cuts and increased welfare were merely acts of pity—

the kind of pity a high-ranking ruler shows to the masses.

As the saying goes, feudalism crushes people.

Those who haven't experienced the feudal world have no idea how terrifying it is.

Look at the prince, so impressive! He's only been in the Three Kingdoms period for a short time, yet he's already the Grand Tutor of the Han Dynasty.

Do you know how much he sacrificed behind the scenes? How many cigarettes and fine wines he gave away to cultivate relationships?

Some things cannot be said, because they can only be understood, not explained.

Chapter Sixteen: Only I, Dian Wei, Stand Alone with My Sword The

prince, with his family, left Zhuojun and headed towards the capital, Luoyang. Guo Xiang went to visit Liu Bei; Liu Bei
was doing well, cared for by four adorable maids in turns.

Life was much better than before.

Regardless, Liu Bei was a reincarnation of a star deity, and Guan Yu had always been exceptionally caring towards him. Guan Yu was a
man of great loyalty and righteousness; these things need no further explanation.

Although the prince desperately wanted to kill Liu Bei, he anticipated that his arrival in the Three Kingdoms was no coincidence,
and 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, they would inevitably run into each other, and too much conflict would damage their reputations.

The prince's actions towards Liu Bei were a form of indirect compensation, a disguised 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.

The sixteen horses galloped swiftly, and the prince, sitting in his carriage, looked at the sleeping Dongfang Yan, her face as beautiful as a spring peach, and felt
an irresistible urge to return.

Unfortunately, it was midday. The prince glanced at Guo Xiang, who was secretly looking at him, and smiled slightly,
saying, "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 calves.

"Give me some pressure!" The prince's cunning hand swiftly grabbed Guo Xiang's soft, boneless hand, staring at
her ample breasts, and 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 intently at Guo Xiang, a wicked smile playing

on his lips. Seeing Guo Xiang's embarrassed expression, the prince quickly kissed her cheek, causing her delicate
body to tremble. Several adorable maids secretly chuckled to themselves.

"Tsk tsk, Xiang'er, your cheeks are as red as blooming flowers, Master likes it." The prince gazed
at Guo Xiang with tender affection, openly seducing Liu Bei's wife.

That fiery gaze made Guo Xiang's heart race, her breath 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 ruthless—
the kind of subordinate the prince wanted.

Although Cheng Yuanzhi possessed some minor military talent, with proper training, he could easily become a capable commander. Therefore,
the prince kept Cheng Yuanzhi in Zhuojun, and assigned Wang Xiaohu, Zhang Dapang, and the Eighteen Heroes to assist him.

As for the Yellow Turban Rebellion, in the prince's eyes, it was simply a peasant uprising, neither good nor bad.

Besides, Zhang Ling'er was the prince's future wife, practically a half-owner of Tianxia Manor. In other words,
Tianxia Manor and the Yellow Turban Rebellion were essentially one family, so the prince wasn't worried about Cheng Yuanzhi's rebellion; after all, he had
the strength to deal with traitors.

Don't think the Dark Demon Squad the prince was secretly training was weak; in the future, the Dark Demon Squad would
be a terrifying force that would strike fear into the hearts of generals across the Three Kingdoms.

"My lord, someone has appeared 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 darken instantly, Deng Mao quickly
added, "And a real man, daring to rob us!"

"Pfft—." Upon hearing this, the prince spat out all the fragrant tea he was drinking.

"Who among the outlaws is a hero? Only I, Dian Wei, stand tall and proud. Robbery!" The prince had Guo Xiang open
the small window in front of him. A fierce-looking, nine-foot-tall, dark-faced man
stood like an iron tower on the road, wielding a long sword, openly robbing the prince.

At the same moment, Guan Yu, who was sipping red wine and smoking a cigarette, and Zhang Fei, who was catching up on sleep,
poked their heads out of the carriage.

There was no way around it; Guan Yu and Zhang Fei were originally simple men, but under the prince's influence and teachings, they had also learned
to enjoy life and were slowly beginning to learn to be upper-class and civilized.

"Where—where did this petty thief come from, daring—daring to rob your grandfather Zhang Yide!" Zhang Fei's eyes widened,
he punched the carriage wall in front of him, jumped down, grabbed a steel spear, and charged at the dark-faced man.

"Bah, well done. Today I'll show you how many eyes the Horse King has, take this!" The 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 two clashed, and the sky and earth trembled, debris flew, and dust billowed.

"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 rose out of nowhere, blowing away the smoke. Deng Mao, watching from the side, was filled with
admiration.

"Third brother, that man is a master!" Guan Yu squinted and spoke to the prince who had come to his side .
"However, 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 must be a dual-wielder."

"A-Mao, who did that man say he was?" The prince, upon hearing this, asked Deng Mao, who was standing beside him
.

"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!" The prince, upon hearing this, exclaimed excitedly to Deng Mao.

"Dian Wei, he said his name is Dian Wei!" Deng Mao, seeing this, 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 say this, 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 back 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 can't be government soldiers, can you?"
After running for more than ten miles, Dian Wei suddenly felt something was wrong, ran back, glared at Zhang Fei, and
shouted at the prince.

"Your grandpa is a soldier, and a high-ranking general 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,
smugly told Dian Wei.

"My god!" Zhang Fei exclaimed, not expecting Dian Wei's expression to change drastically upon hearing this. He turned and ran, even
dropping his longsword, increasing his speed by 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, furious
, 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: Find a

Wife for Free The prince, watching Deng Mao's snail-like speed, was immediately filled with admiration.

"Brother, please look after Mother for me, I'm going to check on Second Brother," the prince shouted to Guan Yu. 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 locked in a fierce battle, 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
, Dian Wei was both anxious and furious.

"Both of you, stop!" Seeing this, the prince, fearing a blood feud between the two, quickly gathered his strength and
roared to the sky. The roar was like thunder, rolling endlessly, shaking the two combatants.

In the instant Zhang Fei turned around, a sudden realization dawned on him, and he instinctively wanted to roar back
.

Seeing this, the prince quickly stepped forward and covered Zhang Fei's mouth. He

was joking; Zhang Fei's "Broken Bridge Roar" was quite powerful, and the prince didn't want to be roared at by Zhang Fei for no reason,
becoming 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 chariot," the prince quickly promised
Zhang Fei many benefits to appease him, then smiled at Dian Wei and spoke.

"Grand—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, was n't a fool
. Why was he doing such foolish things?

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 uphold 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, seeing the prince's unfriendly expression, quickly kowtowed and said.

"Do you regret killing for your friend?" The prince's expression shifted, and he asked Dian Wei.

"No regrets. If Heaven gave me another chance to do it all over again, I would still kill that tyrant Wang Youcai."
Upon hearing this, Dian Wei's eyes instantly turned red, filled with hatred, and he said 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 do anything to our village." Dian Wei
said with a sly glint in his eyes.

"Dian Wei, I've noticed that apart from being a little ugly, you're not stupid at all." The prince gave Dian Wei a meaningful
look and said with a smile.

Dian Wei's face flushed red, and he was speechless for a long time, only able to lower his head and groan, "
What does it matter if I'm beautiful or ugly? My body and appearance are given to me by my parents. Besides, I've never been stupid." "

Then would you be willing to pledge your loyalty to me and become my captain of the guard?" The prince said with a happy smile.

Dian Wei's heart stirred, and his expression became somewhat hesitant.

"Being my captain of the guard is at least a fourth-rank official position," the prince further enticed. "Not only will
you receive ten taels of silver a month, but you'll also have plenty to eat and drink, with meat and wine at every meal. You'll 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 quickened. After a long while, he
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
, and couldn't help but pat Dian Wei's shoulder with a grin.

"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 of Peach Garden
, 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, we really get to eat meat every meal, drink wine, and—we can even find wives for free!"

Well, Dian Wei was definitely buying Zhang Fei's
act. Dian Wei glanced at the prince with a slightly timid look, then excitedly told Zhang Fei

, "Yes, I think we can." Hearing this, Zhang Fei's face flushed, and he grunted, giving the prince a nod.
He called out and quickly went back to his carriage to sleep.

Dian Wei was unaware that Zhang Fei was troubled by the prince's arranged marriage for him.

"Xiong Ba, what powerful calligraphy! 'Turning your hand to make clouds and rain,'"

the prince patted Dian Wei's shoulder. "Work hard, follow this national advisor, and your future will be bright."

"Yes, my lord," Dian Wei replied, immediately bending his knees and bowing so the short prince
could easily reach his shoulder. The prince, seeing Dian Wei's quick wit, gave him an approving
look.

Chapter Eighteen: Entering the Capital to Receive an

Award It was half a month later when they arrived in Luoyang.

In these two weeks, Dian Wei had clearly gained weight, spending his days in Zhang Fei's carriage, the two
chatting about who-knows-what.

The next day, they would enter the palace to receive their awards. The prince, along with Zhang Fei and Guan Yu, visited
many ministers, including Sikong Qiao Xuan, Situ Wang Yun, Taifu Yuan Wei, and Taiwei Huangpu Hao.

On the way, they didn't see Yuan Shang or Yuan Benchu, nor did they see Da Qiao or Xiao Qiao, but they did see Cao Cao. The princes treated everyone equally

with their 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 the way to General He Jin, the princes also visited Cai Yong's home, exceeding the usual gift by giving an extra
bottle of Moutai, which deeply moved the old man.

Unfortunately, they didn't see Cai Wenji.

"Master Tianjiu, come quickly, the banquet has been prepared for you!" The plump, 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 scholarly
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 turned to He Jin with a faint smile.

"Because you, Master Tianjiu, don't consider them your own people, haha." He Jin raised an eyebrow and
laughed confidently and boldly.

"Haha." The prince also laughed twice.

"Master Tianjiu, these two must be heroes like Yun Chang and Yi De." After the guests were seated, 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 and turned to the prince, saying, "Master Tianjiu, you two
heroes were outstanding figures of your time. It's really beneath you to be just a captain. In my opinion, even a lieutenant would be beneath you
."

"General, you flatter us. The capital is a dangerous place. Without your guidance, the three of us brothers would have
no chance." The prince shook his head slightly.

"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.

"A-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, I have completely completed the tasks you entrusted to me. Zhang Rang said he will definitely recommend you to become
the Grand Preceptor tomorrow, 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 deeply,
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. Seeing that the prince
did not kneel before him, he did not mind and repeated 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 subject has 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 Kui. Yuan
Kui frowned upon seeing this and stepped forward to report.

"The three righteous men of Tianxia Mountain Villa, Tianjiu Zhenren, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei, raised an army with their family wealth to suppress 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 said hastily upon hearing this.

"We second that," the powerful figures from both the civil and military factions had spoken, so there was no room for any obtuse official.

"Hmm." Liu Hong nodded slightly upon seeing this, saying, "What my ministers say is quite right. Those who have rendered meritorious service deserve to be rewarded. 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 himself
, and then loudly proclaimed, "I hereby appoint Tianjiu Zhenren of Tianxia Mountain Villa as the Protector of the Nation, and bestow upon him a residence for the National Preceptor.
I appoint Guan Yu, Guan Yunchang, as the Commandant of the Capital Region, and order him to be the Commander of the Imperial Guard of the Northern Five Camps. I appoint Zhang Fei, Zhang Yide, as the Commandant of the Western Garden
, and order him to be the Commander of the Eight Schools, 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 in his heart. The prince
sneered inwardly, secretly pulling the stunned Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, who kowtowed in gratitude for the Emperor's grace.

"Court adjourned." Zhang Rang saw the change in the prince's expression and 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 gave
Zhang Rang a cold look, his expression displeased.

"Grand Preceptor, alas, I'm doing this for your own good," Zhang Rang said nonchalantly.

"Grand Preceptor, you've 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 on this..."
Let your two elder brothers, Grand Preceptor, take command of the northern and southern camps of the capital. Grand Preceptor, please rest assured, your two brothers will absolutely
wield real power. Moreover, this is also what His Majesty desires. In the future, I hope that you, Grand Preceptor, will
offer me your guidance and support before His Majesty. "

Hmph, who dares to be jealous of my two elder brothers? I'll go and kill them!" A burst of fire flashed in the prince's hand, and he
coldly snorted, his body radiating murderous intent, "I have the strength!"

"However, on behalf of my two elder brothers, I would like to thank you, sir, for what happened today. My second brother is a rough man, ignorant of etiquette
, and acted rashly. If anything happens, please take good care of the West Garden." Seeing Zhang Rang's
face change drastically and his expression turn terrified, the prince smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I am a cultivator, and
I don't usually interfere in worldly affairs."

"That's good, that's good—ah, no, definitely, definitely." Upon hearing this and seeing this, Zhang Rang breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
He had a new understanding of the prince, and he was no longer as arrogant as before, even becoming somewhat humble.

"Eunuch Zhang, don't be afraid. I've said I won't interfere in worldly affairs." The prince
shook his head slightly and said, "From now on, we must help and support each other, be equal and mutually beneficial, so that we can enjoy endless
wealth and honor. Eunuch Zhang, don't you agree?"

"Yes, yes." Zhang Rang nodded quickly in response.

Chapter Nineteen First Meeting with Empress He

Upon entering the Imperial Garden, the prince saw Emperor Ling of Han, Liu Hong, hurrying towards him from afar.

"Tian Jiu greets Your Majesty, and wishes my brother a long life." The prince made a gesture of kneeling 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, you mustn't do that. Please rise quickly. There are no outsiders here. Zhang Rang, bring out the dishes. Xiao Wan, come
and greet the Celestial Master."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Zhang Rang responded and quickly retreated.

"Xiao Wan greets the Celestial Master." The prince glanced up and saw a
beautiful woman with exquisite features, delicate face, chiseled shoulders, a slender waist, and a round, firm bottom. Tall, alluring, and captivating, she
bowed deeply as she approached.

This woman was none other than Empress He Xiao Wan, He Jin's half-sister!

"Empress, please rise quickly! You flatter me!" the prince hurriedly said, reaching out to steady himself, his expression trembling with
fear.

"Hahaha, Celestial Master, you are the teacher of the nation; you should naturally receive Xiao Wan's greeting," Emperor Ling of Han said with a broad smile
.

"Your Majesty, I observe that Empress He's temperament, appearance, and inner qualities are all first-rate. Your Majesty is truly blessed,"
the prince subtly flattered Empress He.

"Not at all," Emperor Ling of Han said modestly, but his smile held a deep bitterness, leaving the prince
puzzled and confused.

Before long, the table was laden with delicacies from land and sea, fine wine and delicacies. Emperor Ling of Han dismissed the servants
, leaving only the prince, Empress He, and Emperor Ling 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 a little uneasy seeing his apparent inability to eat.

"No, no, I've never eaten so many delicacies before. It's just that since becoming your disciple, I've only
been eating spiritual fruits and celestial dew every three to five days to satisfy my hunger. It's a bit hard to get used to, Your Majesty. Please forgive me," the prince replied.
This was just showing off! The prince, secretly lamenting his predicament, had to maintain the appearance of a reclusive sage, a great immortal
, his brows furrowed, and he repeatedly apologized to Emperor Ling with a face full of remorse.

"No, no, Celestial Master, you're too kind." Emperor Ling of Han shook his head repeatedly, feigning nonchalance
, though inwardly he was consumed by jealousy.

"By the way, Celestial Master, have you studied divination, medicine, or any other miscellaneous arts?" Emperor Ling pondered for a long time,
hesitating before finally voicing his innermost thoughts.

"Your Majesty, you mean medicine? Tianjiu is somewhat proficient in it. Is someone ill?"
Upon hearing this, the prince raised an eyebrow, scanned the Emperor Ling with his divine sense, and quickly discovered that Emperor Ling, 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, his facial muscles stiffening from the laughter.
He swallowed back the words he was about to say, sighing inwardly, "Alas, it's best not to say anything about this.
If word gets out, where will I put my face as emperor!"

Seeing Emperor Ling like this, Empress He gave him a reproachful glare. If Emperor Ling wouldn't speak up, it
would be even more difficult for her, as a woman, to bring it up.

Empress He secretly glanced at the prince, cursing Emperor Ling in her heart. She then peeked her small foot out from
under her skirt and stomped hard on Emperor Ling's instep with her crystal high heels. Her expression was like that of
a young girl having a tantrum with her boyfriend, making the prince's heart flutter.

"Hehe—." With his foot firmly pressed down by Empress He, Emperor Ling burst into a silly laugh, using laughter to cover up
his embarrassment.

"By the way, Celestial Master, did the Old Celestial Master give any instructions regarding your birth?" Emperor Ling of Han, seeing the prince, an
outsider, present, naturally couldn't flirt with Empress He. He could only sit upright, staring straight ahead, and
ask the prince. He merely pulled his leg back, trying to escape from Empress He's ministrations.

The subtle movements between Emperor Ling of Han and Empress He under the table could not escape the prince's divine sense. The prince watched,
his heart fluttering, secretly sighing, "Empress He's calves are so fair and pink! Especially that jade
foot in her crystal shoe—small, delicate, and shimmering with a pinkish luster. If only I could touch it
!"

The thought arose, and the prince's divine sense immediately focused on the section of Empress He's pink leg exposed outside her skirt. Meanwhile,
Empress He was still fiercely rubbing Emperor Ling's instep, unaware that she had already been exposed; half
of her pink leg had been grasped by a thief's divine sense.

Chapter Twenty: Teasing Empress

He "This—, my master instructed Tian Jiu to do more good deeds, accumulate more merit, and after experiencing the myriad aspects of the mortal world, then..."
"You can return to the mountain to continue your cultivation." The prince said to Emperor Ling of Han with a furrowed brow, his entire mind captivated by Empress He
's exposed slender pink legs and jade feet. His powerful divine sense had 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 slender pink legs, the prince was
mesmerized by the intoxicating softness and tenderness emanating from them. A sudden surge of intense pleasure arose within him, and he
felt as if he were floating on air.

The prince was unaware that this was a psychological phenomenon. Partly it was Empress He's slender pink legs
, but more importantly, it was a public occasion, in front of Emperor Ling of Han, Liu Hong, where General He Jin's
sister, Empress He, was displaying her slender pink legs.

Such intense psychological stimulation would be incredibly pleasurable for anyone, hehe.

Empress He felt a cool sensation on her small feet, and her delicate, pink toes peeking out from her crystal shoes involuntarily
tightened. A feeling of comfort rose in her heart, and her body trembled slightly as if she had been electrocuted
. Her small mouth opened slightly, almost letting out a cry, but she quickly covered it up with a smile.

Originally, Empress He had stepped on Emperor Ling's feet a few times, intending to pull her jade-like feet and pink legs back under her skirt.
However, now Empress He changed her mind and left her jade-like feet and pink legs exposed under the table.
Fortunately, there was a layer of embroidered dragon cloth draped under the table, and at this moment, apart from the prince, no one else noticed
Empress He's exposure.

"Master, time flies, thirty years is neither long nor short, Master, you don't need to take it
to heart?" Emperor Ling heard this and quickly comforted the prince. Completely unaware that his empress
was being taken advantage of right under his nose,

the prince said, his brows relaxing as he mentally caressed
Empress He's delicate feet and legs, inwardly chanting, "So good! So good! So good!"

Emperor Ling, upon hearing this, blushed with excitement and his breathing quickened. 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 achieved immortality. My brother, the Emperor, happens to have some
matters he would like to consult with you, Master Celestial," Empress He said in a seductive voice, giving the prince a flirtatious wink and repeatedly
glancing at Emperor Ling.

She was completely oblivious to the fact that the prince, the Master Celestial, was taking advantage of her.

"Yes," Emperor Ling said with some envy.

Although Empress He also felt the pleasant sensation 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 just particularly sensitive, hence
the sensation.

"Giggle—." Thinking of this, Empress He felt a strong, electric-like sensation on her calf
, 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 status now? And what is your status?"

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, and he looked at Emperor Ling and Empress He

with an innocent expression, somewhat aggrieved . 　　Empress He saw the prince's handsome face flush with embarrassment, and her heart skipped a beat. Her lower body involuntarily tightened, and her delicate body trembled slightly. 　　"Ah, Master, you are too kind," Emperor Ling of Han said, deliberately darkening his expression. 　　"Master, you are a celestial being, naturally different from ordinary mortals." 　　"Your Majesty is right," the prince replied earnestly. His divine sense, however, traced up Empress He's small, pink legs, slipped inside her skirt, crawled over her smooth knees, and settled 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 quickened slightly, and he thought to himself, "I never expected this little vixen, Empress He, to be so beautiful and fair." "Master Celestial, " Emperor Ling of Han asked expectantly, " 　　I've heard that you possess an elixir that can reverse aging. Is it possible for mortals to achieve immortality ?" 　　"Of course!" Seeing the expectant looks on Emperor Ling and Empress He's faces, the prince shook his head for a moment, then spoke with a serious and resolute expression. At the same time, the prince slowly moved his divine sense, attached to Empress He, upwards, along the smooth inner side of her legs, 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. 　　What they had in common was the extreme excitement in their cries. 　　Hearing the prince's words, Emperor Ling cried out and then excitedly stood up, shouting, "That's wonderful !" 　　Empress He, on the other hand, pressed her legs tightly together, her body heaving. 　　A blush rose on her pear-blossom-like face. To conceal it, taking advantage of Emperor Ling's rise, Empress He pressed one hand to her lower abdomen, shyly lowering her head, feigning a stomachache. However, in that instant, Empress He's shy gaze met the prince's deep eyes. 　　"How could this be? How embarrassing! Why did I suddenly feel this way?" Empress He thought shyly, completely displaying the bashful emotions of a young girl. 　　"His gaze is so awful! He's clearly laughing at me—" 　　Thinking her secret had been discovered, Empress He blushed even more and quickly buried her face under the table . She had no idea what was happening, that someone had touched her private parts. Although she noticed the prince looking at her with a smile, seemingly with an ambiguous gaze, Empress He was unaware that it was all the prince's doing.

The two were quite far apart, and the other person's hand had been on the table the whole time. Could it be Emperor Ling of Han? But no, his
hand hadn't been under the table. Good heavens, what was going on just now? The feeling of being touched was so
real!

"Your Majesty, are you alright?"

Hearing the commotion in the Imperial Garden, Zhang Rang rushed over and asked anxiously.

"Heh heh, I'm fine, I'm fine." Emperor Ling 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 said to Empress He

with concern . 　　"Xiao Wan, what's wrong! Are you sick?" Emperor Ling of Han, Liu Hong, was immediately alarmed upon hearing this. He quickly bowed and asked Empress He with great concern. 　　"Thank you for your concern, Celestial Master. Your Majesty, I'm fine." Empress He took a few deep breaths under the table , finally suppressing her doubts and excitement. Her face was no longer as red as before. She raised her head and thanked the prince with a shy smile. As she spoke, Empress He's high breasts still heaved violently, the boiling blood unable to subside for a long time. 　　"Yes, thank you for your concern, Celestial Master." Emperor Ling of Han also quickly thanked the prince. 　　"Hehe, no need to thank me." The prince, feeling rather strange upon hearing Empress He's words, quickly returned the greeting with a humble expression, thinking to himself, "Ugh, it's one thing for Emperor Ling to thank me, but why is Empress He thanking me like this? Are you 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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