I Fabricated The Techniques But My Disciple Really Mastered Them Chapter 862

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In Dongyang County City, everyone’s eyes were focused on Zi Yun, and many were envious. To become the personal maid of the Princess was an immense honor, and she rejected it?

What a great opportunity.

Once one became the personal maid of the Princess, everyone would have to show them more respect, even the Immortal Heavenly Venerable would have to acknowledge them, as this represented the Princess herself.

The Princess of Da Yan was known as the person not to provoke, second only to the Emperor of Da Yan himself.

She was the youngest daughter of the previous Emperor of Da Yan, and also the most favored. She was a full-blooded sister to the current Emperor and was equally beloved by him.

Moreover, the Princess’s nature was as cold as frost; she was decisive in killing and extremely protective of her own. Of course, whoever defied her would not end up in good straits.

Zi Yun was looking for an opportunity to escape; however, in the city, under the watchful eyes of many and amidst numerous strong figures, it was nearly impossible for her to flee with her current strength.

Unless she used the Jade Talisman.

But Zi Yun was unwilling to use the ancestral Jade Talisman for such a trivial matter, especially since it was unpredictable what using it might provoke.

“Hm? You still didn’t come over to thank the Princess?”

The old crone beside the beast carriage called out with a sinking face.

She exuded an aura, revealing herself as an Immortal Realm powerhouse.

Just as Zi Yun clenched her teeth, preparing to escape directly, and if the other party made a move, to activate the Jade Talisman, a figure hurried over, respectfully cupping his fists towards the beast carriage, “Your Highness Princess, please forgive her. Zi Yun has not long arrived in Da Yan, and has been concentrating on cultivation behind closed doors, ignorant about many things in Da Yan.

If there has been any offense, please allow me to apologize on behalf of Zi Yun!”

The person who had arrived was the headmaster of the Dongyang Martial Academy.

“Oh, is that so? Then teach her properly. I like this girl and want to keep her by my side to serve me. Bring her to me in three days.”

The Princess Zhou Qingshuang’s cold voice rang out.

The headmaster of the Dongyang Martial Academy was not a weak Immortal Heavenly Venerable. Moreover, he was an important figure in the Spiritual Realm Faction, and since Zi Yun came from the Spiritual Realm, having her by his side would benefit the people of the Spiritual Realm Faction.

Thus, in her eyes, even if Zi Yun didn’t wish to serve, she would obediently comply under the pressure of the various strong individuals from the Spiritual Realm Faction.

“Zi Yun, quickly thank the Princess for her appreciation!”

The headmaster of the Dongyang Martial Academy heaved a sigh of relief.

The Spiritual Realm Faction was currently in a turbulent time, and they couldn’t afford to offend the Princess, or else their situation would become even more difficult.

Since the Princess had come to Dongyang County, it was clear she represented the Royal Family, and the decision to support or abandon the Spiritual Realm Faction lay in her hands.

And since the Princess had taken a liking to Zi Yun, it was also a stroke of good fortune for the Spiritual Realm Faction.

Zi Yun wasn’t well-informed about the matters of the Spiritual Realm Faction, so she didn’t understand the headmaster’s thoughts. She had no habit or intention of serving others.

The people in this world who could command her service were few, and surely the Princess was not included among them.

“Headmaster, I…”

Just as Zi Yun was about to say something, her eyes suddenly lit up, and at the city gate, behind the Princess’s beast carriage, she saw a burly figure approaching.

Though his head was not bare, his burly figure, his handsome features, and the familiar aura were all too recognizable to her, the one she had missed day and night.

Meng Chong!

Meng Chong wearing a wig!

Zi Yun didn’t care for the Princess’s rights anymore; she transformed into a beam of purple light and flew toward him.

The headmaster of Dongyang Martial Academy’s expression froze, then turned grave. Zi Yun’s action was a great disrespect.

Within the beast carriage, a cold aura surged for a moment.

The old crone, with a cold expression and a low snort, turned to look at the figure of Zi Yun flying away, “Such disrespect, ignoring the presence of the Princess!”

She raised her hand, reaching out towards the figure of Zi Yun, creating a massive claw in the air to grab her. The careless figure behind her on the street was also enveloped within its grasp.

The Princess had not yet departed, and yet this person dared to stroll so brazenly in the center of the street, showing no respect!

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Meng Chong had come to Dongyang County City after leisurely touring around the countryside and mountains.

By now, his name was widely known; his muscular build and his bald head would make anyone who saw him think of Meng Chong immediately.

Hence, to avoid being disturbed, Meng Chong simply wore a wig. Although his face didn’t change, few recognized him with the wig on.

Unless it was someone familiar with him, most wouldn’t associate a man with “thick hair” with Heavenly God Meng Chong.

Upon entering Dongyang County City, the pedestrians parted to both sides of the street, leaving the center empty. Meng Chong didn’t think much of it and just strode boldly down the middle of the street.

Even if the Emperor of Da Yan himself were present, he wouldn’t step aside. He would walk his own path, for that is the privilege of the powerful!

Suddenly, a purple figure came flying towards him.

“This girl’s eyes are pretty sharp, recognizing me from so far away?”

Meng Chong muttered to himself.

Immediately following Zi Yun’s leap, a giant palm print descended from the sky towards him.

“Big guy, I’ve missed you so much!”

Zi Yun was overflowing with excitement, and she clung to Meng Chong.

As for the attack from the old crone, she ignored it, believing that there would be no problem with Meng Chong there.

Meng Chong was somewhat helpless and let Zi Yun hang onto him as he threw a punch with his free hand.

“Get lost!”

Boom!

With the fist, wind and thunder erupted, as if a terrible storm and thunder were obliterating the palm print, and without losing momentum, the fist headed straight for the old crone.