God Emperor

"The talent of His Highness the Eighth Prince is truly astonishing. If he practices hard, he is expected to reach the level of a first-grade weapon refiner within five years." Zorn said with admiration.

The eighth prince showed an even more proud look on his face.

Zhang Ruochen and Shan Xiangling walked over.

"Crimson Cloud Sect, Shan Xiangling, pay your respects to Master Zorn, the weapon refiner. This is a letter from father!" Shan Xiangling took out the letter and handed it to him.

Zorn opened the letter. After reading the content, he looked at Shan Xiangling and said, "Your father mentioned in the letter that your mental power has reached the sixteenth level?"

Shan Xiangling nodded and said, "That's right!"

Zorn folded the letter again and said: "Your father, Chiyun Sect Leader, and I can be considered old friends. Since you have talent, I will naturally accept you as a disciple. From today on, you will be my second disciple." Nineteen disciples.”

Shan Xiangling felt happy and quickly bowed and said, "Student meets teacher!"

"That's great! Junior sister, I am now also a disciple of Zorn's weapon refiner. From now on, we can practice spiritual power together, learn inscriptions and weapon refinement!" the eighth prince said happily.

Shan Xiangling ignored the eighth prince, looked at Zhang Ruochen, introduced to Zorn, and said: "Teacher, this is the ninth prince of Yunwu County. He wants to ask you some knowledge about inscriptions!"

Zorn stared at Zhang Ruochen and said: "I have two rules for accepting disciples. No one will be accepted if they are over twenty years old; no one will be accepted if their mental power has not reached level 12. If they cannot meet the standard, even if they are a prince, they will not be accepted. You are not qualified to be my disciple."

The eighth prince smiled sarcastically. In his opinion, Zhang Ruochen's martial arts talent was indeed very high, but his mental talent may not be as good as his.

Zhang Ruochen looked at Zorn and said, "Your Majesty, you misunderstood! I'm not here to become a disciple, I just want to ask for some knowledge about inscription patterns."

When other warriors saw Zorn, they all behaved respectfully, letting him get used to the feeling of being superior. But Zhang Ruochen spoke to him straight up, which naturally made Zorn quite unhappy.

Zhang Ruochen was not arrogant, he just wanted to communicate with Zorn on an equal footing. In terms of spiritual cultivation, Zhang Ruochen was even much stronger than Zorn, so there was no need to look up to him.

Zorn snorted coldly and said: "What a lofty goal! If you want to carve an inscription, you must first cultivate your mental power. The higher your mental power, the higher the success rate of carving the inscription. If your mental power is not even level 15, Without it, it is absolutely impossible to successfully carve the inscription."

"Young man, has your mental power reached level 15?"

Zhang Ruochen asked: "You mean, as long as my mental power reaches level 15, I can ask you for knowledge about inscription patterns?"

"哏哓! If your mental power has reached level 15, you are only qualified to be my disciple. If you want to exchange inscription knowledge with me on an equal footing, you must not reach level 20 of spiritual power." Zorn said proudly.

If one's spiritual power reaches level 20, one can generally become a second-grade weapon refiner.

After reaching the fifteenth level, it is very difficult to increase your mental power by one level. It is simply difficult to reach the twentieth level. Otherwise, second-grade weapon refiners would not be so rare, and not even the entire Red Cloud Sect could recruit one.

"Twenty levels? I'll give it a try."

Zhang Ruochen stared at the God-measuring stone not far away, walked over directly, and gently pressed his palm on the surface of the God-measuring stone.

"Level 20? He has never practiced spiritual power, how could he reach level 20?" The corners of the eighth prince's mouth turned up slightly with a sneer.

Zorn said: "What a madman! Even a talented spiritual genius cannot reach the twentieth level of spiritual cultivation before he is twenty years old."

Shan Xiangling looked a little curious. She believed that Zhang Ruochen would not do anything he was not sure about!

Is his mental power really so incredible?

Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes and poured his mental power into the God-testing Stone.

"Wow——"

Circles of light patterns immediately appeared on the surface of the divine stone.

One circle of light patterns, two circles of light patterns, three circles of light patterns...

Each light pattern represents the first level of spiritual power.

When the number of light patterns on the God Testing Stone reached twenty circles, Zorn was so shocked that his jaw dropped to the ground. He was dumbfounded and looked at Zhang Ruochen as if he were a monster.

"Impossible, impossible..." The eighth prince's face turned pale, and he kept mumbling, completely unable to believe what he saw in front of him.

Shan Xiangling was also shocked, staring at Zhang Ruochen, her beautiful eyes radiating brilliance.

When twenty circles of light patterns appeared on the God Testing Stone, Zhang Ruochen stopped releasing his mental power and retracted his palm.

Zorn could tell that Zhang Ruochen had reservations. His mental strength was definitely more than twenty levels.

His attitude changed 180 degrees, and he immediately went up to meet him and said with a smile: "It turns out that His Highness the Ninth Prince is a mentally strong man. I have offended you a lot just now. Please don't take offense to His Highness the Ninth Prince."

At only sixteen years old, his mental power can reach level 20 or above, and his future achievements are definitely beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Maybe he would need Zhang Ruochen's guidance in the future, so he immediately changed his attitude and took the initiative to show his kindness to Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen said: "I just want to ask the master for some knowledge about inscription patterns and the techniques for carving inscription patterns!"

"No problem! Your Highness, Ninth Prince, please come with me. Let's go to a secluded place to exchange knowledge on spiritual power and inscriptions." Zorn said with a smile.

Zhang Ruochen nodded, and then walked with Zorn towards a hall of the Inscription Guild. Shan Xiangling also followed immediately.

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Walking out of the Inscription Guild, the eighth prince's face was gloomy and his heart was extremely angry.

"It's so abominable! Zhang Ruochen is such a loser. In the past, I slapped him, but he didn't dare to fight back. Now he's riding on my head. How can he be so talented? How is it possible?"

The Eighth Prince gnashed his teeth with hatred. Suddenly, he saw an ancient antelope-horse chariot parked outside the Inscription Pattern Guild.

That's Zhang Ruochen's car!

At this moment, Yun'er was sitting on the shaft of the ancient Lingma chariot, quietly waiting for Zhang Ruochen, looking in the direction of the Inscription Guild from time to time.

Seeing the Eighth Prince approaching, Yun'er's face showed a look of fear, and she immediately saluted and said: "Greetings to His Highness the Eighth Prince!"

The eighth prince said with a cold face, "I want to go back to the palace. Send me back."

Yun'er had a troubled look on her face, and said with some fear: "But...but this is the car of His Highness the Ninth Prince..."

"Snapped!"

The Eighth Prince slapped Yun'er away, sending him flying three meters away.

Yun'er's face was swollen and bloodshot after being beaten, and a five-finger mark appeared immediately. She kept vomiting blood in her mouth, her head was dizzy, her jaw was dislocated, and she felt as if she was going to die.

The eighth prince stepped on Yun'er's body and said with a ferocious face: "The ninth prince is a prince, isn't this prince a prince? You are just a maid, and you dare to disobey my order? Believe it or not, I can do it with just one word." Let your parents become the blood food of savage beasts and make you the lowest-priced prostitute? Huh!"

After saying this, the eighth prince flicked his sleeves, boarded the ancient antelope horse chariot, and shouted: "Why don't you drive quickly? If you offend me, I will make your life worse than death."

Yun'er was very scared. She was just a maid, and the eighth prince could destroy her family with just one word.

She stood up with difficulty, endured the pain on her face, sat on the ancient antelope horse cart, and drove the ancient cart towards the palace.

The eighth prince sat in the ancient car, clasping his hands with a gloomy look in his eyes, "Zhang Ruochen, you must have obtained some great treasure, otherwise, it would be impossible to become so powerful in just three months."

"I still have a chance. As long as I control Concubine Lin and threaten him with Concubine Lin's life, he will definitely hand over the treasure obediently. As long as I get that treasure, my cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds and I will become a martial artist. Master."

"When I become a strong martial artist, the first person to die will be Zhang Ruochen. And that bitch Shan Xiangling, when the time comes, I will make you the plaything of this prince's crotch. Haha!"

There are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the streets at night.

Two men in black stood on the roof next to the street, staring at the ancient antelope-horse chariot passing below.

"Is that the Ninth Prince's car?" One of the tall, thin men in black said gloomily.

On his back, he carried an iron wire bow and ten thunder arrows, and his whole body exuded a cold murderous aura.

Another short, fat man in black sneered: "It must be him. Look at the palace maid driving the car. She is exactly the same as the portrait Miss Han gave us. She is the maid next to the Ninth Prince. The Ninth Prince is in the car at the moment. middle."

"Quack! It's so exciting to assassinate a prince! As long as we complete this mission, Miss Han will definitely give us generous rewards."

The tall and thin man in black pulled out a thunder arrow, put it on the bowstring, and aimed it at the ancient antelope-horse chariot!

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