Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me-Chapter 883 - 373: "Master, Zhiyu Feels So Strange~

The Golden Chicken crows, and after that, the sun rises in the east.

Lu Jin'an had just finished dressing Zhiyu, when with a "whoosh," she darted out.

This made him chuckle, as Zhiyu was evidently curious about the crowing of chickens; after all, she would never hear it among the Dragon Clan, and at the Wandao Sect, there was no chance to hear it either.

Because the morning sound at the Wandao Sect is the sound of bells.

After folding the quilt, Lu Jin'an seemed to remember something and quickly put on his mask, walked briskly out of the side room, and saw in the main courtyard, Zhiyu standing with arms akimbo like a bandit leader, with the rooster leading a group of hens cowering on the ground, trembling.

Some of the hens were so frightened they were foaming at the mouth.

The female officials and guards in the courtyard watched this scene with utter astonishment.

This group of chickens was well-known within a radius of several miles, faithfully crowing and patrolling their territory on time every day, swaggering down streets and alleys.

Yet just now, when the little girl brought back by Your Highness came out, the chickens immediately became pitiful and humble.

Lu Jin'an let out a small sigh of relief; fortunately, Zhiyu didn't get physical, otherwise there would be an extra dozen chicken dishes on the table today.

"Master!" Zhiyu turned her head and looked at Lu Jin'an with a giggle, "Zhiyu wants to eat chicken legs."

Lu Jin'an raised his hand to pat her little head, "Train first."

"Oh~"

Before dawn, Zhiyu was training in the courtyard, heaving and laughing, while Ming Lan cast a curious glance at Lu Jin'an, wondering why he never took off his mask, to the point of being overly cautious...

Your Highness... couldn't have deceived her, could he?

Perhaps this one's appearance is plain, only seen as beautiful in the eyes of Your Highness.

The more Ming Lan thought about it, the more she believed it likely; however, since Your Highness has taken a liking to him, it's better to say nothing.

Thinking this, she saw Dongfang Xinglan walking out from the hall, quickly approached: "Your Highness, starting morning practice now? Shall I arrange some people...?"

Ming Lan knew that Your Highness had a habit of morning training every day, so she would arrange for the mansion's masters to spar regularly.

Today, Your Highness came out a bit early, she hadn't had time to arrange anything.

"No need." Dongfang Xinglan, dressed in black sword clothes, looked at Lu Jin'an, adjusted her mind with a moment of distraction, and smiled slightly: "Shall we practice?"

"Sure." Lu Jin'an agreed readily, as he was curious about how far Dongfang Xinglan's Ten Directions Breathing Technique had progressed in cultivation.

Dongfang Xinglan rubbed her wrist as she descended the steps, pondering, then asked: "I know I'm not your opponent now, but could you show me the gap?"

Lu Jin'an nodded, and Dongfang Xinglan held her breath, focusing her gaze on the masked Lu Jin'an, and then...

He disappeared from view.

In just a moment, a chill shot from her spine to her skull, and Dongfang Xinglan's body stiffened, slowly turning to look at Lu Jin'an standing behind her, she bit her lip, a hint of bitterness flashing in her eyes.

Even though she had expected it, it was still hard to believe.

"Don't belittle yourself, you're already very strong." Lu Jin'an patted Dongfang Xinglan on the shoulder and whispered: "In the outside world, among the Yunding Hundred Clans, I am invincible below the Immortals."

A hint of surprise flashed in Dongfang Xinglan's eyes, and she smiled lightly: "That amazing?"

"Otherwise, I wouldn't have come here alone to find you." Lu Jin'an walked to Dongfang Xinglan's front, called Zhiyu over, whispered a few words in her ear, and after making sure the little girl understood, he extended his right hand to Dongfang Xinglan: "Come on."

Dongfang Xinglan restrained the smile on her face, her breath gradually becoming rhythmic, as Vigorous Force surged within her body, she charged towards Lu Jin'an with the words "please advise" echoing.

Lu Jin'an conceded, but he only conceded in realm.

For as his realm grew higher, he found that even in the outside world, the Ten Directions Breathing Technique belonged to superior body refining methods.

Although the principles of this body refining method are not yet clear, Lu Jin'an has already confirmed that it must come from the Upper Realm.

Because he has seen the martial arts of the Eastern Dynasty along the way, with their foundation, it's impossible to create such a top-notch body refining method.

But, why restrict the Ten Directions Breathing Technique to the Eastern Royal Family?

Lu Jin'an, observing Dongfang Xinglan's Qi flow path while sparring with her, in the Prince Qin Mansion, their movements were swift, indistinguishable to anyone but Zhiyu.

Zhiyu stood wide-eyed, watching her master fly back and forth, the muffled sounds accompanying their sparring, her heterochromatic eyes glinting with bright light.

Then she remembered her master's instructions, so she jumped onto the wall, shouted loudly... and started mimicking them.

As the early morning sun fully bathed the courtyard, Hong Ying, clad in war armor, strode inside.

The Eastern Dynasty had sixty-seven Martial Saints, and Hong Ying was one of them.

Though not in the top tier of the Eighteen Martial Saints, she was still among the best under Dongfang Xinglan.

Seeing the female officials and guards in the courtyard without any tense expressions, Hong Ying was finally relieved.

As long as no one barged into the mansion trying to kill Your Highness, that was good.

Removing her helmet, Hong Ying looked around various spots at the Prince Qin Mansion, but could only see two blurred shadows.

'So fast...'

She walked over to Ming Lan: "Who is sparring with Your Highness?"

"The one Your Highness brought back." Ming Lan hesitated for a moment before whispering: "Your Highness is no match at all, the other person has been going easy on her." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Hearing this, Hong Ying's face went blank for a moment, not a match at all?

She knew very well how strong Your Highness was; who in this world could rival her, except for the Martial God?

Could the other person be a Martial God?