I Fabricated the Techniques, but my disciple really mastered them?

Upon these words, all the strong ones present were startled.

Meng Chong alone, had slain sixteen of the Wanbao Alliance's Immortal Heavenly Venerables?

The headmaster of the Dongyang Martial Institute's face changed dramatically as he exclaimed in shock, "Does the Marquis mean that, someone from our Spiritual Realm may have offended Meng Chong, and he has come for revenge?"

If that were truly the case, it would be a disaster for those hailing from the Spiritual Realm.

With Meng Chong's strength, not even a joint effort of these Immortal Heavenly Venerables could likely withstand him.

"It may not necessarily be the case, perhaps his enemies aren't from us in the Great Zhou, but from other Spiritual Realms?"

Xiang Zhen shook his head.

Being the strongest among the Martial Artists born in the Spiritual Realm and the mainstay of the Spiritual Realm Faction, Xiang Zhen must make decisive decisions at critical moments.

"If indeed there are any among us who have enmity with Meng Chong, I only hope this matter does not escalate and drag the innocent into it."

The others nodded solemnly.

This was a matter of necessity; after all, even if they were to join forces, they would not be able to withstand a powerful enemy, and naturally, they had no reason to stand up for any one individual.

Otherwise, once involved, it would be a disaster for all the Martial Artists of the Spiritual Realm Faction in the Da Yan Realm.

Even more so, they might be thoroughly suppressed as a result.

After all, those hailing from the Spiritual Realm in the Da Yan Realm didn't lack adversaries.

Their ability to establish themselves was always related to their long-standing alignment with the Royal Family of the Da Yan Dynasty, being like a blade in the hands of the Royal Family. As long as they did not make a significant blunder and become abandoned by the Royal Family, they could maintain their footing with security.

"Do not spread word of this matter. Should Meng Chong arrive in Dongyang County, inform me immediately,"

Xiang Zhen ordered in a deep voice.

"Yes, Marquis!"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Within Dongyang County, undercurrents surged. Various other powers within the Da Yan Realm sent people, especially the adversarial factions to the Spiritual Realm Faction.

Indeed, some had even made plans to persuade the Royal Family of the Da Yan Dynasty to abandon the Spiritual Realm Faction.

As usual, the Dongyang Martial Institute carried on.

For the students of Dongyang, these matters were beyond their reach. However, some with backgrounds, or those from the previous batches of Spiritual Realm Geniuses, had begun to sense something unusual.

"Will Meng Chong come to find me?"

Zi Yun had lost the heart to cultivate.

Sitting by the window and staring at the sky, she was restless and troubled.

What she feared most now was that Meng Chong had forgotten her.

"The big guy looks carefree, but he's actually very meticulous and values relationships. He wouldn't have forgotten about me, right? But when will he come to see me?"

Zi Yun sighed.

"Zi Yun junior sister, why have you not been diligently cultivating these past few days? Are you troubled by something?"

A senior sister with a good relationship came over and asked with curiosity.

"Ping senior sister, it's nothing. I'm just tired and want to rest for a while,"

Zi Yun shook her head.

"You can't fool me. You look lovesick. Who have you fallen for? Tell your senior sister,"

Ping senior sister teased with a sly smile.

"Ping senior sister, stop asking. Even if I did like someone, you wouldn't know him,"

Zi Yun replied with a roll of her eyes.

"Alas, I've also fallen for someone,"

Ping senior sister mimicked her, resting her chin in her hands and gazing wistfully towards the sky.

"Eh, senior sister, you've fallen for someone? Who is it?"

Zi Yun suddenly perked up with interest.

"It's Sword God Xu Yan!"

Ping senior sister had a dreamy look on her face.

"How can there be such a genius in this world, handsome and suave, peerless in the Sword Dao... when will I get to see him..."

Zi Yun held her forehead and said, "Ping senior sister, don't daydream, you won't have a chance."

If Yun Miaomiao and Du Yuying knew of Ping senior sister's thoughts, they'd probably beat her half to death.

"Ping senior sister, you've never even seen Xu Yan. How do you know he's handsome and suave?"

Zi Yun asked curiously.

"Who said I haven't seen him?"

Ping senior sister took out a scroll and slowly unrolled it, revealing an image of a young man holding a sword, extraordinarily handsome.

"Eh, where did you get this portrait from?"

Zi Yun was astonished.

The young man in the painting was indeed Xu Yan.

"Heavenly Slaughter Earth Shadow, in their pursuit of the Sword God Xu Yan, have offered quite a few portraits, and this is a replica I've made..."

Zi Yun suddenly realized, that's how it was.

"Sister Zi Yun, quite a few people from the capital have come to the Prefecture City recently, there might be something big happening, let's go have a look."

Sister Ping put away the portrait and spoke.

"Alright."

Zi Yun thought, since she had nothing better to do, it might be good to stroll around the Prefecture City.

The two left the Dongyang Martial Institute and arrived at the Prefecture City.

Just as they reached the city gate, they saw the County Governor leading a team of guards in formation outside the city, slowly approaching was a luxurious beast carriage, pulled by two Outer Heavenly Spirits.

"Eh, that seems to be someone from the Royal Family."

Sister Ping exclaimed in surprise.

"Why would someone from the Royal Family come to Dongyang County?"

Zi Yun didn't understand and asked curiously, "Sister Ping, how do you know they are from the Royal Family?"

Sister Ping explained, "The creatures pulling the carriage are Outer Heavenly Spirits, and in the entire Da Yan Realm, the subdued Outer Heavenly Spirits can be counted on one's fingers. Moreover, only people from the Royal Family are qualified to ride in such a carriage, and even within the Royal Family, there aren't many who hold the privilege to be carried by True Spirits."

Following that, Sister Ping explained the Outer Heavenly Spirits and the rules regarding Royal Family carriages, and so on.

These Outer Heavenly Spirits are all captured in the Heavenly Grotto, and because they lack Spiritual Wisdom and are fierce in nature, subduing them to obey and be driven is extremely difficult, requiring specialized animal-taming Martial Artists and a long time to tame them.

"According to rumors, not all Outer Heavenly Spirits can be subdued, and the Colossal Armored Beast has the highest chance of being tamed. Even so, it would take at least a hundred years to tame one," Sister Ping said with a sigh.

Only the Royal Family had the vast resources and manpower required to tame an Outer Heavenly Spirit.

The arrival of the True Spirit carriage caused a stir among the people of the Prefecture City, leaving them all secretly astonished, speculating about which high-ranking member of the Royal Family had come to Dongyang County.

No Martial Artist dared to offend the majesty of the Da Yan Royal Family, all promptly cleared the main street, lining up on both sides, curious onlookers gazing.

Zi Yun and Sister Ping stood at the side of the street, looking on with curiosity.

The carriage slowly approached, and everyone was curious about who was sitting inside.

The Colossal Armored Beasts pulling the carriage made a clattering noise; the golden curtain shielded the carriage windows, and just as the beast carriage drove by, it suddenly stopped.

A delicate jade hand lifted the curtain of the carriage window, revealing the face of a woman with incomparable beauty, her bright eyes seeming to carry an air of majesty.

Zi Yun's heart skipped a beat, and she hurriedly lowered her eyes slightly, not knowing why, but she felt as though the woman in the carriage was looking at her.

"What is your name?"

The beauty in the carriage asked.

Her voice was clear but emotionless, it was impossible to discern happiness or anger.

In that moment, everyone turned to look at Zi Yun, while Sister Ping became nervous as well.

"My name is Zi Yun!"

Zi Yun's palms were sweaty, uncertain why she was being singled out.

"You have a remarkable presence and are beautiful. I am in need of a personal servant girl by my side; come and be mine. You will be taught how to serve well."

The woman finished speaking and let down the curtain.

"Ah?"

Zi Yun was startled. Become a servant girl?

She refused!

In the Inner Domain, she had been a princess of her own nation, always served by others, never serving anyone.

In the Spiritual Realm, she was a dignified Great Zhou Princess, accustomed to being served, never to serve.

Even since arriving in the Divine Realm, she had mostly been focused on arduous cultivation, never serving others.

Now being asked to serve as a servant girl was utterly unthinkable.

"Your favor is appreciated, but I'm afraid I am out of reach. I'm used to my freedom, I'm sorry!"

Zi Yun took a deep breath and spoke.

"Presumptuous! How dare you question the Princess's words?"

Suddenly, an angry rebuke sounded.

An old woman following by the beast carriage, spoke coldly.

Princess?

All present were immediately shocked.

Sister Ping went pale.

Although Zi Yun did not know much about the Princess, she was aware of the lofty status the other held, and by rejecting her offer, trouble seemed imminent.

However, she had no regrets; worse came to worst, she would escape!

With the Jade Talisman from her elder, surely she would not fail to flee.

"Zi Yun, apologize quickly! That is Princess Zhou Qingshuang, known for her cold heart and decisive nature. In the Royal Family, aside from His Majesty, she is the most dangerous to provoke!" Sister Ping hurriedly communicated through voice transmission.

Upon hearing this, Zi Yun grew even more nervous, clenching her fists. She wouldn't apologize and serve as a servant girl, even if the other party was the Great Zhou Princess. She scanned her surroundings, preparing to find a chance to run away.