Volume One, Chapter 12: Enjoying the Dragon-Nurturing Sacred Physique

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"One of us?"

Zhao Wujiang’s eyes sharpened.

Princess Li Zhaohua had always kept herself distant from everyone in the court to avoid being caught by Li Zaiyuan for factionalism.

In the original story, he would have died by now, and there was no plot involving any dealings with Li Zhaohua.

Moreover, if he really got involved with Li Zhaohua...

Both Long Zhan and Li Zaiyuan were watching him closely.

It was bound to be trouble no matter how he looked at it.

"I accept your intention. Sister Xiaolan, you should hurry back to report."

Xiaolan frowned, "Accept your intention? That thing?"

"You take it back and truthfully convey my words to the Princess."

Zhao Wujiang said calmly, already signaling her to leave, then turned to find Liu Ruyan.

The old steward behind them was puzzled.

Xiaolan had a good figure, was young and pretty.

Given the young master’s past nature, wouldn’t he have at least held her hand, wrapped an arm around her waist, or taken advantage a bit?

But now he had just driven her away!

Could it be that after the old master passed, the young master had truly grown up?

Thinking this way, the old master’s death might not be such a bad thing after all.

The old steward smiled with relief and saw Xiaolan out.

Outside the door.

Xiaolan was confused and cautiously probed, "Your young master’s thoughts are really hard to read. Our Princess is sincere in befriending him."

"Heh heh, auntie, you misunderstand the young master. He is now the target of many in the court, even..."

The old steward clasped his fists, "Even the current emperor is watching him. If he accepted that gift, wouldn’t it be a disaster for the Princess?"

Upon hearing this, Xiaolan’s eyes brightened.

She had thought Zhao Wujiang was unwilling to befriend the Princess and thus had sent her away.

It seemed she was the naive one.

"I will make sure to explain to the Princess that Young Master Zhao is worth befriending."

The old steward beamed with pride. If he hadn’t explained this, people would have misunderstood his young master again. "Then I leave it to you, auntie."

...

Prison cell.

[Driving away Li Zhaohua’s people was the right move.]

[Better not get entangled with these court bigwigs. My life depends on it.]

Hearing Zhao Wujiang’s inner thoughts.

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Still deep in sleep, Liu Ruyan suddenly jolted awake.

Just as she raised her head, Zhao Wujiang slapped her face.

"Do you think you’re on vacation, sleeping in my territory?"

Liu Ruyan’s brows furrowed with fury, "Despicable scoundrel, lecherous rogue!"

"I’ve practiced the True Yang Heart Technique," Zhao Wujiang said calmly.

Liu Ruyan sneered, "So what if you practiced it? Can you even master it? I bet you don’t even know where to start."

Zhao Wujiang rubbed his nose, "Is it really that difficult?"

Liu Ruyan laughed coldly, "Of course. Even my prodigy junior brother took seven full days to enter the first level. Others who don’t grasp the essence can’t enter the first level even after forty-nine days. The True Yang Heart Technique is fierce and domineering, requiring great talent!"

[Seven days? Long Zhan took seven days to enter the first level?]

[Strange, how did I enter the first level in just one night?]

[Did I practice it wrong?]

[Or is my talent even greater than Long Zhan’s?]

According to the original story, Zhao Wujiang had died a few days ago and had no chance to train.

Maybe the original author hadn’t even assigned him talent attributes.

So his attributes were maxed out by default?

As Zhao Wujiang quietly rejoiced,

Liu Ruyan, hearing his thoughts, was shocked beyond words.

She couldn’t believe that Zhao Wujiang had reached the first level of the True Yang Heart Technique after just one night.

What terrifying talent was this?

Long Zhan was already a prodigy once in a century—could Zhao Wujiang be the reincarnation of a Martial God?

"You can’t possibly have reached the first level!"

Liu Ruyan’s heart churned as she exclaimed.

"Hey, how do you know I reached the first level?" Zhao Wujiang asked, puzzled.

Liu Ruyan’s eyes narrowed... She absolutely mustn’t let this thief know she could hear his thoughts, or he might kill her to silence her.

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"Mind your own business!"

Liu Ruyan said stubbornly.

"Quite a temper."

Zhao Wujiang snorted coldly, "Now that you know I reached the first level of the True Yang Heart Technique, do you know what I’m going to do to you?"

Liu Ruyan gritted her teeth.

Of course, she knew.

But she wouldn’t allow it to happen!

"Zhao Wujiang, you better rein in your little schemes! If my sect finds out, you’re dead meat! My master is a Grandmaster!"

"Don’t worry, they won’t find out. My men guard outside heavily every day. They can’t get in."

Zhao Wujiang said indifferently.

[If they do get in, I’ll kill you first, then throw you out with no evidence!]

Liu Ruyan’s heart chilled.

What a ruthless man!

"Enough, have you mentally prepared? Good, I’m starting to practice."

"Wait! You really reached the first level? If you haven’t, you’ll suffer backlash!"

Liu Ruyan’s voice was now completely pleading.

She was finally convinced Zhao Wujiang wasn’t bluffing!

Damn it, how could he be so fast?

"Whether I did or not, you’ll find out soon enough."

"Zhao Wujiang, I was wrong! I know I was wrong!"

Tears welled on Liu Ruyan’s delicate face. "Let me go, and I won’t trouble you again."

"Hmph, I was trying to avoid you all, but you barged in at night trying to kill me. Doesn’t it make sense for me to take a little interest?"

"You!"

Liu Ruyan wanted to resist but Zhao Wujiang fed her a few more doses of medicine.

"Soft Bone Powder again…"

"No, this time I added something extra. I hope your Dragon Cultivator’s Body shows its effect and doesn’t disappoint me."

Zhao Wujiang smiled…