People’s gazes converged on the black-clad young man. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"He is Murong Zhan, ranked sixth among the top ten sons of the Royal Capital."

"So it’s the young prince from the Wang family; no wonder he dares to oppose Commandery Princess Murong Qian from the Zhen Nan King’s residence."

Many immediately recognized the black-clad youth carrying an iron club. Although he was a son of the Literary King, he was anything but scholarly; on the contrary, he was very warlike.

"True Martial Seventh Realm, fully accomplished?"

Letian thought to himself that Murong Zhan’s cultivation was stronger than Wanyan Zheng’s, who had only reached the minor accomplishment of True Martial Seventh Realm.

"Murong Zhan, you dare to interfere in the Commandery Princess’s affairs?"

Wanyan Zheng frowned and said, as Murong Zhan ranked higher than him and was stronger, he didn’t dare to readily accept Murong Zhan’s challenge.

"Why wouldn’t I dare? She may be a Commandery Princess, but I am a young prince as well. Who’s afraid of whom?"

Murong Zhan grinned, speaking unrestrainedly.

"Murong Zhan! Don’t forget, even if we’re both princes, the difference in strength can be as vast as the heavens and the earth. What is the cultivation level of the Literary King, and what is the level of my father? You know full well, the consequences of angering this Commandery Princess. Even your Literary King’s family wouldn’t be able to bear it."

Murong Qian stared at Murong Zhan, speaking coldly.

"Don’t you forget, what’s my cultivation level, and what’s yours? If you dare provoke me, I can string you up and thrash you right now. If you don’t want a beating, you’d best disappear from my sight immediately."

Murong Zhan showed no fear and, with a sweep of his eyes over Murong Qian and the others, he shifted the iron club on his shoulder and revealed a mocking cold smile.

"You..."

Murong Qian’s face flushed red with anger.

"Commandery Princess, Murong Zhan is formidable. It’s not advisable to clash with him head-on. Let’s withdraw for now and find another opportunity to deal with them later."

Just then, Wanyan Zheng suddenly sent a message to Murong Qian. He was well aware that Murong Zhan was the sort of person who acted without regard for the consequences. If this guy went mad, there was a real chance the Commandery Princess could be beaten up on the spot.

"Murong Zhan, you’ve got guts. I’ll remember today’s incident. You better watch out."

Murong Qian gritted her teeth and spoke, then she left with Wanyan Zheng and the rest.

"Kid, what goes around comes around. We’ll see about that."

As he passed by Letian, Wanyan Zheng had a venomous look in his eyes and threatened coldly.

"Anytime."

Letian replied indifferently, unafraid to face Wanyan Zheng in an all-out battle.

As Murong Qian and the others left, the crowd of onlookers quickly dispersed as well.

"Hehe, brother, could you pour me a cup of this wine to taste? Its aroma is truly unique, and I, the young prince, have never tasted anything like it. Name your price in Primordial Stones."

Murong Zhan approached Letian and the others, eyeing the Qingluo Wine on the table, and licking his lips as he spoke.

"Prince, why say such a thing? If you hadn’t stepped in to stop them, I would have surely faced some trouble. This wine is called Qingluo. Consider these ten jars my token of appreciation to the Prince."

Letian smiled casually, directly taking out ten jars of Qingluo Wine and placing them on the table.

Wanting to drink? No problem. Letian was not a petty person; even giving away several jars was fine, provided that the other party had a good attitude.

Commandery Princess Murong Qian, with her haughty and arrogant demeanor, naturally would not get any favor from Letian.

On the contrary, this young prince, Murong Zhan, had a much better attitude. Without any pretension, he was approachable and courteous, showing respect to others. Such a person, Letian was willing to befriend. Additionally, Murong Zhan had just stepped in to help him; offering ten jars of Qingluo Wine in gratitude was nothing much.

"Wow, much appreciated. Your friendship, young prince, I hereby accept. Come on, let’s have a drink."

Murong Zhan wasn’t bashful either. He cracked a smile, picked up nine jars of Qingluo Wine and tucked them away, then grabbed a jar and raised it up.

"Cheers."

Zhao Letian and his two companions, not men of pretenses, exchanged a smile and clinked their wine pots together.

"Good wine! Surely you’ve all heard of my name by now. How might I address the three of you?"

Murong Zhan smacked his lips and couldn’t help but praise, before turning to ask Zhao Letian and the others.

"Zhao Zilong."

"Mu Lei."

"Gedan."

Zhao Letian and his companions introduced themselves in turn.

"Gedan? I’ve heard of your name; they say you are quite strong. Among the commoner’s children, you’re quite famous."

Murong Zhan looked at Gedan and said.

"Those are just empty praises, not worth mentioning. To my shame, during the fight between Brother Zilong and Wanyan Zheng, I wasn’t able to be of any help at all and felt utterly useless."

Gedan forced a bitter smile and shook his head.

"No need to be so hard on yourself, Brother Gedan. Wanyan Zheng’s strength is extraordinary, and without the cultivation of the High-level True Martial Realm, it is difficult to contend with him."

Zhao Letian casually responded, recognizing that Gedan, who did not flee in the face of Commandery Princess Murong Qian and Wanyan Zheng, had already done enough. He couldn’t expect someone he had just met to risk their life for him, especially since Gedan lacked the strength to intervene.

"Brother Zilong is right. Although Wanyan Zheng is a bastard, his strength is formidable. Even I can’t easily defeat him. With your cultivation at the True Martial Sixth Realm, any attempt to intervene would be in vain. However, Brother Zilong, you managed to stand up to Wanyan Zheng with only the cultivation of the True Martial Fourth Realm, which is truly astonishing. Your talent is monstrous."

Murong Zhan looked at Gedan and finally turned his gaze to Zhao Letian.

"Prince, you flatter me. At that time, I was completely suppressed by Wanyan Zheng and could hardly contend with him."

Zhao Letian said with a wry smile and shook his head.

"But why do I get the feeling that you didn’t use your full strength?"

Murong Zhan teasingly remarked.

"Wanyan Zheng also didn’t use his full strength. Even if I had given my all, I’m afraid I still wouldn’t be able to defeat him."

Zhao Letian dismissed the thought.

"Brother-in-law, I feel like I can’t even get a word in. You all are discussing Wanyan Zheng, one of the ten great sons, yet I can’t even beat Commandery Princess Murong Qian. Being around you guys makes me feel so useless."

Mu Lei took a swig of wine and expressed his frustration with a gloomy face.

"At such a young age to have the cultivation of True Martial Third Realm, your talent is also very strong. Keep working hard, and your future is boundless."

Murong Zhan glanced at Mu Lei and smiled reassuringly.

"I hope so."

Mu Lei said with a bitter smile.

"Let me escort you out. That bitch Murong Qian isn’t easy to deal with. Although she’s gone, there’s no telling if she’ll cause trouble for you on the road. If I accompany you, it’ll be safer. Where are you headed?"

Murong Zhan offered.

"We plan to find a place to stay first, then attend the Holy Institute’s entrance examination in three days."

Zhao Letian replied.

"A place to stay? Coincidentally, our Prince Wen’s mansion has a property specifically for Martial Artists to practice in. I can arrange that for you free of charge."

Murong Zhan revealed a toothy smile, implying that he wouldn’t merely accept those ten pots of Qingluo Wine without reciprocating.