My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Cheng Guang did not plan to hide.

His main gamble was that Emperor Zhou would believe Zhao Jin’s words, and there was no need to waste effort trying to conceal everything meticulously.

As Cheng Guang considered this, he stroked his beard. In truth, now that he was within the confines of the Taihao Sword Sect, aside from Emperor Zhou himself, no one else had the strength to enter the Taihao Sword Sect.

He had entered the Taihao Sword Sect safely. Apart from Zhao Jin, who had just left, no one else knew of this.

And the people of the Taihao Sword Sect rarely left their premise, so it was unlikely that they would leak his whereabouts.

In a sense, it could be said that he was somewhat hidden.

Hidden, but not deeply so.

As if hidden.

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Great Zhou Capital.

At the rear of the Imperial Palace, on exquisite lofted palace buildings, golden glazed tiles were laid out, sparkling under the sunset.

Surrounding the Emperor’s sleeping quarters was a splendid garden, planted with various exotic flowers and rare herbs fragrant throughout the seasons, filling the air with their scent.

The garden also featured artificial mountains, flowing water, pavilions, and other landscapes, as if it were a paradise on earth.

Emperor Zhou sat in a pavilion within the garden. The dignity and chill that usually marked his face softened as he looked at the woman in the pavilion, his eyes showing a hint of tenderness.

The woman in the pavilion was dressed in flowing chiffon, tightly wrapped in silk that accentuated her tantalizing, translucent figure.

A Blue Butterfly Outerwear corset covered her fair skin, while crystal-clear pendant earrings hung down, and the flowers of blood-red cape jasmine secured the cascading black hair over her shoulders.

Wu Ling sat in the pavilion, exhaling fragrant breaths as if she were practicing some sort of cultivation method, with Heavenly and Earthly Qi swirling around her. Stay updated via empire

With each breath, there was a special rhythm.

At Wu Ling’s brow, a flickering light of the Primordial Spirit slowly twinkled. Upon closer inspection, one could see the figure of a tiny person within that light.

The figure was quite delicate, dressed in lavish clothing, with stunning features that mirrored Wu Ling’s. Their brows and eyes even showed a trace of vivacity.

After a moment, Wu Ling slowly exhaled a clear breath and opened her bright eyes, a hint of surprise evident between her brows.

"Father, I’ve made another breakthrough."

"The Seventh Rank of the Spirit Dao, the Virtual Realm, truly feels different from the other realms."

As Wu Ling spoke, she extended one hand, and the tip of her white jade fingers lightly emitted a speck of golden light. As soon as the golden light appeared, it attracted the Heavenly and Earthly Qi.

A gust of wind arose.

The blossoms in the garden swayed ceaselessly, petals falling and dancing in the wind.

Emperor Zhou nodded slightly. His dignified and cool face couldn’t help revealing a look of satisfaction, and deep within his eyes there was also a trace of astonishment.

How long had Wu Ling been cultivating, from the beginning to now?

It had been merely a few months.

And yet she had already advanced her Spirit Dao cultivation to the Seventh Rank, the Virtual Realm.

Perhaps in not too long, Wu Ling could even reach the Eighth Rank Great World Realm.

With some more effort, it might be possible for her to break through to the Sky-Man before thirty.

To become the youngest Sky-Man in the history of Great Zhou.

As Emperor Zhou thought of this, his breathing became slightly heavier, though his expression remained calm on the surface.

"You’ve done well, Wu Ling. Your speed in advancing your cultivation realm is even faster than mine was in my day."

"After some time, you should go and stay in the Blood Pool again for a while."

"Any increase in bloodline concentration is good."

Upon hearing Emperor Zhou’s words, Wu Ling’s pretty face immediately turned sour, and with a resigned tone, she said, "Father, I’ve been in the Blood Pool so many times these days, it’s been almost like soaking in it every day. There really is no need for me to enter the Blood Pool again."

"Let someone else go."

Hearing Wu Ling’s words, Emperor Zhou frowned slightly, an involuntary sense of helplessness rising in his heart.

The Blood Pool, that many princes and princesses of the Great Zhou Imperial Family longed for yet could not enter, was actually disdained by Wu Ling.

If others heard this, what would they think?

Emperor Zhou coughed softly and was about to speak when a sharp sound of piercing the air suddenly approached from the distance.

Emperor Zhou and Wu Ling both looked up simultaneously, gazing into the distance.

In the sky far away, a streak of rainbow light streaked toward them from the heavens.

In just a few breaths, it descended before Emperor Zhou and Wu Ling.

As the rainbow light settled, Zhao Jin’s figure came into view.

Zhao Jin, panting, fell before Emperor Zhou and immediately bowed respectfully.

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After uttering that single word, Zhao Jin then greeted Wu Ling with a bow.

"Crown Prince."

Emperor Zhou waved his hand to indicate that Zhao Jin need not be so formal, then fixed his gaze on Zhao Jin and asked, "How did it go?"

Zhao Jin knew what Emperor Zhou was asking about. Just as he was about to speak, his eyes fell on Wu Ling by his side, and he hesitated for a moment.

Emperor Zhou smiled and said, "Don’t worry."

Zhao Jin let out a sigh of relief, then nodded slightly to Emperor Zhou, "Your Majesty, the Princely Heir has been dealt with."

Upon hearing Zhao Jin’s words, Emperor Zhou’s brow furrowed and then relaxed, his tone becoming much lighter.

"Are you sure you haven’t left any potential trouble behind?"

Emperor Zhou asked another question.

Zhao Jin felt slightly awkward inside; it wasn’t a matter of leaving any potential trouble behind, but rather he had left quite a lot behind.

Although Zhao Jin was thinking indistinct content internally, his face remained respectfully composed, without much other emotion.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Emperor Zhou chuckled, stood up, and patted Zhao Jin on the shoulder, saying:

"Well done. Going forward, Zhao Jin, act as if nothing has happened. If you weren’t careful and have left any trouble behind, don’t blame me for showing no mercy."