6kv Chapter 9 Abnormal
Chapter 9 Abnormal
The Prince's Mansion South Garden, a place that was once a vague yet warm memory of his childhood, now once again opened its vermilion gates to him.
Compared to the previous dilapidated courtyard that was drafty and overgrown with weeds, Nanyuan was like heaven and earth.
The pavilions and towers here are arranged in a well-organized manner, and the artificial mountains and flowing water complement each other. Even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the air is several times richer than elsewhere.
"Welcome back to the Seventh Young Master!"
As soon as they stepped into the garden gate, two rows of maids and servants who had been waiting for a long time knelt down, their foreheads touching the ground, their voices trembling with respect.
Most of them were skilled at changing their tune in the manor, and the news from today's martial arts arena had already spread to every corner—this once useless seventh young master had now turned the tables, not only beating up the arrogant third young master but also winning the favor of the princess. Who would dare to be negligent in the slightest?
Get up.
Wang Dao casually waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over the group of obsequious servants, a playful smile curving his lips.
Just yesterday, these people avoided him like the plague, and some even dared to spit in his food. Now, however, they are all more obedient than his own grandchildren.
This is the power that comes with strength; this is naked human nature.
He ignored their trembling and walked straight through the corridor into the spacious and luxurious main house.
The interior furnishings were exquisite. The rosewood tables and chairs exuded a faint fragrance, the bed covered with brocade was soft and comfortable, and the jade and antiques displayed on the display shelves were all exquisite pieces.
Wang Dao plopped down on the armchair covered with a white tiger skin, stretched comfortably, and his bones cracked and popped.
"This is what a human life should be like."
Wang Dao sighed and casually took out the warm, white jade elixir bottle from his pocket.
Upon uncorking the bottle, a rich medicinal aroma instantly filled the room. Just one inhalation made one feel a surge of energy within, as if a fire was rising in the lower abdomen.
A bright red pill was poured out, with faint patterns of red ink flowing on its surface, clearly indicating that it was no ordinary pill.
"The Yuan Yang Pill strengthens the foundation and nourishes the vital energy, making the blood and qi stronger. Although that princess is cunning, she is certainly generous with her spending."
Wang Dao sat on a grand chair covered with white tiger skin, gently stroking the warm, smooth jade bottle in his hand.
He poured out a pill, held it to his nose and sniffed it. The medicinal fragrance was pure and powerful, and the pill was round with subtle pill patterns.
"A full ten Yuan Yang Pills, each one a top-grade product made by a master alchemist."
No matter how down on his luck Wang Dao is, he is still a direct descendant of the royal family, so he still has that much insight and discernment.
This stuff is a highly sought-after commodity on the market, with a single bottle of this precious pill being worth as much as the cultivation resources of an ordinary collateral disciple over several years.
"Zheng Wanqing truly lives up to her reputation as a member of the prestigious Zheng family; her background is truly astonishing."
Wang Dao put the pill back into the bottle, his eyes narrowing slightly.
This woman had been married into the royal family for many years, with the powerful Zheng family behind her and her own strength unfathomable, yet she had not given birth to a single child.
His father, whom he had hardly ever met, was definitely not in any health problems. This was definitely not normal. There must be some unknown secret between the two of them.
"The waters of this prince's mansion run deeper than I imagined."
Wang Dao sighed inwardly. Although he had defeated Wang Long, it was only because Wang Long's cultivation had been sealed.
If Wang Long were to unleash his full power, he would be no match for him now.
Moreover, Wang Long's older brother, Wang Ming, is the truly terrifying one.
It is said that this person has unparalleled talent and was accepted as a true disciple by the Taihao Sword Sect, a top power in the Great Zhou Dynasty, in his early years. Even the Prince of Zhenbei has to give him some face when he mentions him.
If Wang Ming were to return, that would be a truly difficult and troublesome situation.
"I'm still too weak."
……
Meanwhile, on the distant northern border.
The wind and snow howled, and rows of black military tents, as black as iron, stretched for hundreds of miles, like a giant black dragon coiled on the icy plain, exuding a suffocating and murderous aura.
Inside the central command tent, the fire in the stove was blazing, illuminating the interior with a bright red glow.
A middle-aged man clad in heavy armor sat upright behind his desk. His face was resolute, and his eyes seemed to flash with lightning when they opened and closed. Just sitting there, he was like an insurmountable ancient divine mountain, suppressing the wind and snow of this world.
This person was none other than Wang Shengtian, the Prince of Zhenbei of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
"You mean, that rebellious son has embarked on the path of martial arts?"
Wang Shengtian put down the military report in his hand, his voice low and deep, revealing no emotion.
Below, a scout shrouded in shadow knelt on one knee and respectfully said, "Your Highness, it is indeed true."
"Not only did the Seventh Young Master achieve the Golden Membrane, but he also defeated the Third Young Master, whose cultivation was sealed, in a head-on battle at today's martial arts arena."
"According to the scouts, the Seventh Young Master's golden membrane seems to have reached perfection."
"Perfect Gold Membrane?"
A glint of light flashed in Wang Shengtian's eyes, and the terrifying pressure made the air inside the tent freeze instantly.
"Who has he been in contact with recently? Has anyone been secretly helping him?"
"Your subordinate has already investigated thoroughly." The scout lowered his head even further. "The Seventh Young Master has been living a secluded life in the mansion all these years. Every day, apart from eating and sleeping, he practices the 'Giant Spirit Carrying the Mountain Fist' repeatedly in that dilapidated courtyard. He also practices the 'Thousand Hammers and Hundred Refinements Method' every other day. It is extremely monotonous. He has never come into contact with any suspicious people, nor has he ever consumed any rare or precious herbs."
"Alright, you may leave."
"Yes."
After the scouts disappeared into the tent like ghosts, Wang Shengtian slowly leaned back in his chair, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.
The tent was deathly silent, with only the occasional crackling sound of the hearth fire.
"strangeness……"
The once mighty overlord of the North muttered to himself, a deep confusion and bewilderment welling up in the depths of his eyes—the astonishment of a strategist facing a game out of control.
"Where exactly did things go wrong? What happened back then... had already severed all his martial arts foundation. His vital energy should have been like water in a funnel, destined to be completely lost."
"Logically speaking, he should have been a useless person with depleted energy and blood, living a peaceful and comfortable life as a wealthy old man until the end."
Wang Shengtian stared at the flickering firelight, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the desk, producing a dull thud.
"Those two cultivation techniques are excellent for Foundation Establishment, and are priceless treasures in the outside world, but they are ultimately just ordinary martial arts, and have no power to defy fate."
His brows furrowed deeper, and a barely perceptible glint of cold light flashed in his eyes:
"Without the baptism of a peerless elixir, without the intervention of a powerful being to reshape his physique, could he really break through the insurmountable barriers of that crippled body and even achieve a perfected golden membrane simply by relying on two dead books? This completely defies common sense... It shouldn't be like this..."