Humiliating the Princess

(Ps: Long chapter)

The two slaps startled the group.

Ziyi opened her mouth, it was the first time she had ever seen her master so powerful. This was Wen Lanfeng, the second-ranked expert in the world! Yet her master dared to slap him twice casually. How many people in the world would dare to do that?

Ancestor Nanming subconsciously touched his face. It seemed this guy was a madman, daring to slap even Wen Lanfeng. It seemed he hadn't been wronged by the beating.

Although Wen Lanfeng was too weak to move, he was still conscious. He could accept being slapped twice earlier, but why was he getting slapped twice more now? Did they really think he could just slap his face like that? Wen Lanfeng immediately glared angrily.

"What are you looking at? You're not Qi Ingestion? Stand up and fight back! You were so tough before! What? Now you're a coward?" Nong Zhu mocked him irritably. Seeing his Qi Ingestion look, she immediately raised her hand again and shouted, "Believe it or not, I'll slap you twice more?"

"Hey! Enough, enough!" Ancestor Nanming quickly grabbed his arm. Wen Lanfeng wasn't a toy; how could he be allowed to play with him so casually?

They'd already hit him, scolded him, and the anger from Nong Zhu had subsided considerably. Regardless of Wen Lanfeng's wishes, they pulled him up, helped him sit cross-legged, and patted his back with both palms. They channeled their True Essence into his body, helping him guide the dissipated True Essence back into his meridians. With Wen Lanfeng's cultivation level, as long as he could gather his True Essence again, he should recover quickly.

The group of people stood by, looking at each other in bewilderment, finally understanding what it meant to be scolded as a sign of affection...

Bi Changchun teleported back to the island, glanced at it coldly, and pointed at Furong, saying, "Come with me." He then slowly walked towards the large house in the center of the island.

Furong immediately panicked and didn't know what to do. Nong Zhu, who was helping Wen Lanfeng guide his True Essence back, opened one eye to take a look, suddenly stopped and stood up, saying to the Ancestor Nanming, "You come, I'll take this girl away."

The Ancestor Nanming Dynasty nodded and sat down behind Wen Lanfeng. Nong Zhu waved to Furong, and the two of them went into the main room one after the other.

Once inside, Bi Changchun still had that cold look in his eyes. Furong stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Nong Zhu pointed at Bi Changchun and said, "Go up and pay your respects! This is Yue Qianchou's master, the one your man asked me to bring you to see."

Furong walked over cautiously, knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "Junior Furong greets Senior."

Once she knelt down, she dared not get up. The scene of that battle was etched into her memory. She hadn't expected Yue Qianchou's master to be so powerful. Her heart was pounding, and she was extremely nervous. Even Bi Changchun and Nong Zhu could easily hear her heartbeat.

She only stood up timidly when Bi Changchun told her to. Seeing her with her head down as if she had done something wrong, Bi Changchun said indifferently, "Raise your head and look at me."

Furong dared not disobey and hurriedly raised her head. However, her eyes were a little unruly, and she didn't dare to look him in the eye, frantically avoiding Bi Changchun's almost tangible gaze.

Bi Changchun stared into her eyes and saw that although she was flustered, her gaze was clean, clear, and innocent, not that of a woman with messy thoughts. This was especially evident in Furong. He then noticed that her brow was furrowed, clearly indicating that she had lost her virginity.

"Are you Yue Qianchou's woman?" Bi Changchun's expression and tone had softened considerably.

"Yes!" Furong wouldn't allow anyone to question this.

"When did you and Yue Qianchou meet... where did you meet... and why did you get together?" Bi Changchun kept asking questions.

Nong Zhu looked at him, somewhat bewildered, as if she didn't recognize him. Then, standing to the side, she pinched her chin and chuckled sheepishly, realizing the scene resembled a common, awkward bride meeting her in-laws.

Furong naturally dared not hide anything. Apart from some things that Yue Qianchou had told her, she told everything else in a very straightforward and detailed manner.

Afterwards, Bi Changchun released her, coldly stared at Nong Zhu, and snorted, "Tell me! What does killing Wen Lanfeng have to do with Yue Qianchou? If you can't give me a reason that satisfies me, Wen Lanfeng is still a dead man. No matter how much you try to stop him, it's useless. You can't do things twice or three times."

Nong Zhu's expression twitched. It seemed that Wen Lanfeng was doomed today unless he came up with a reason that satisfied him. He smiled bitterly and said, "Old Bi, why did you have to do this? The Cultivation World is full of deceit and treachery. It's not easy to find a few true friends. Although Wen Lanfeng is a bit too infatuated, he's still a good friend. Why do you have to put him to death?"

"That's not the reason I want to hear," Bi Changchun said indifferently.

"A heartless bastard," Nong Zhu muttered, then said seriously, "I'm not letting you kill him, partly because of my personal feelings for our friendship, but also for Yue Qianchou's own good. Think about it, Yue Qianchou is already in danger traveling among the various countries. If Wen Lanfeng were to come to his aid when necessary, wouldn't he be much safer?"

Bi Changchun glanced at him coldly and snorted, "Are you saying that Yue Qianchou is unsafe without Wen Lanfeng's protection?"

"Yes, you're amazing. As long as you step forward, who in the world would dare to touch your disciple?" Nong Zhu rubbed her forehead, saying helplessly, "What will happen after you go to the Eastern Pole Sacred Land? Do you think those old guys will still be well-behaved? Do you think Yue Qianchou's current cultivation level is enough to suppress the Demon Ghost Domain? Even if I give him my full support, Yue Qianchou and I can't stop their ambitions. But with Wen Lanfeng, it's different. You've seen his current strength. Apart from you, I estimate that no one in the world can rival him. If Yue Qianchou gets into trouble, I can't speak for others, but I'm confident that I can get Wen Lanfeng to help. You know he's not a bad person."

Bi Changchun remained silent for a long time, his eyes flickering, before slowly closing his eyes. He said nothing more.

Nong Zhu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, finally managing to convince the old man. At the same time, she admired herself for coming up with such a good reason so easily. It seemed that she had been hanging out with Yue Qianchou for too long and had become corrupted!

In the Great Yang Kingdom's imperial palace, the lively martial arts competition finally came to a conclusion. As expected, Zhang Peng, with his formidable skills, swept through the competition, utterly defeating his opponents. His extraordinary abilities had led some to suspect he was a cultivator; however, after secret examination by several palace officials, it was determined that he was indeed an ordinary mortal, not Cultivation World.

In the end, Zhang Peng accepted the title of first place with a wry smile. Wen Youyuan Wen Bai of the Biyuan Kingdom were equally dumbfounded; Yue Qianchou had casually thrown out his lackey, and he had actually won first place. Wen Bai also couldn't tell that Zhang Peng was a cultivator.

To their dismay, Zhang Peng was a Biyuan Kingdom, and if he really became the son-in-law of the Great Yang Kingdom, the fabricated background he had created during his application would inevitably be exposed. They would have to find a way to cover for him when they got back.

On that day, Emperor Zhao Heng of the Emperor of Dayang Country decided to host a banquet to entertain the outstanding talents from various countries who had worked hard in the competition.

That night, the Great Yang Kingdom's palace was brightly lit and filled with singing and dancing, immersed in a festive atmosphere. The top twenty winners of the competition earned the honor of sitting before the emperor. Zhang Peng was naturally among them, and he was arguably the most lively of them all, with people constantly coming up to raise their glasses in congratulations to this soon-to-be consort.

Zhang Peng's face kept twitching, and to others, it looked like he was overjoyed.

The lights were dim, the music and dancing were lively—a scene of worldly prosperity. After drinking for half the night, Zhang Peng had lost count of how much he'd downed, and he was starting to feel like he was trying to get himself completely drunk...

Just then, a palace maid suddenly appeared behind him. She whispered in his ear, "Princess has ordered me to lead you to the West Palace villa for a while. Please come with me."

Zhang Peng was taken aback upon hearing this. He glanced at the palace maid and thought to himself: Could it be that before I've even officially married into the family, that slut can't resist and wants to secretly meet with me? I'd like to see what that woman is up to.

Undeterred, he immediately rose and quietly left with the palace maid. Emperor Zhao Heng, seated on his throne, glanced at her and immediately recognized her as his daughter's maid. He exchanged a look with the head eunuch beside him, then shook his head and smiled wryly.

The palace was deep and well-guarded, with guards everywhere. A palace maid, holding a gold token, led Zhang Peng through the palace without hindrance. Zhang Peng, however, was worried about something amiss and silently memorized the surrounding terrain along the way. After entering a large courtyard, a faint, sweet fragrance filled the air, indicating they had arrived at a woman's residence.

A palace maid led him into a brightly lit room. Before entering, Zhang Peng looked up at the plaque above the door, which bore the three gilded characters "Liuxiang Zhai". Upon entering, he was greeted by a lingering, fragrant aroma of incense. Before him stood three women, some standing and some sitting, dressed in elegant white palace gowns, all staring at him.

The palace maid stepped forward and handed the gold medal to one of the younger-looking women. Zhang Peng knew in his heart that this woman was probably the Princess.

Zhao Chenxiang took the gold medal and waved it away, saying, "Pass down the word: no matter what you hear, no one is allowed to come in without my permission."

"Yes." The palace maid acknowledged the order and withdrew, the door slamming shut behind her. Zhang Peng turned around sharply, a sense of unease creeping into his heart.

The other two women brazenly surrounded Zhang Peng, sizing him up in circles. The three women in the room were none other than the three daughters of Emperor Zhao Heng of the Emperor of Dayang Country. After looking him over, the eldest daughter Zhao Rongxiang, covered her mouth and chuckled to the second daughter Zhao Hanxiang, "He's a strong, sturdy, and robust man."

Zhao Hanxiang nodded and smiled, "Third Sister got a good deal."

The third sister, Zhao Chenxiang, had an icy expression, without a trace of a smile. Suddenly, she shouted, "Zhang Peng, why don't you kneel and pay your respects to this Princess?" The eldest and second eldest sisters clicked their tongues. Their third sister was establishing her authority, so they couldn't laugh anymore and quickly retreated.

"Hmph!" Zhang Peng snorted coldly. He remained unmoved and said, "I am not a subject of the Great Yang Kingdom, why should I kneel before you?"

"Now that you've become the son-in-law of my Great Yang Kingdom, you are naturally a subject of the Great Yang Kingdom," Zhao Chenxiang said sternly.

"We haven't done it yet, have we?" Zhang Peng sneered. "It's not too late to talk about it after we've actually done it."

"How dare you!" Zhao Chenxiang shouted, her figure leaping up with a "whoosh" as she rushed towards Zhang Peng. A pair of feet emerged from beneath her dazzling white palace dress, unleashing a series of kicks that, with a powerful gust of wind, aimed straight for Zhang Peng's forehead.

This skinny woman knows kung fu! Zhang Peng was slightly taken aback, and quickly dodged to the left and right.

"Hey!" Zhao Chenxiang's series of kicks missed, and as she landed over his head, she swung a whip kick in mid-air, sweeping across the back of his head.

Every move was ruthless, aimed at vital points. Zhang Peng was slightly annoyed. In this palace, it was not appropriate to fight back against a Princess, but this woman was going too far. He immediately slapped her with his palm, directly striking her crotch and deflecting her kick.

Although she hadn't used much force, a flicker of pain crossed Zhao Chenxiang's face as soon as she landed. However, she gritted her teeth and endured the pain, then bent down and swept her leg...

Zhang Peng couldn't help but find it amusing. Even if he wasn't a cultivator, with his skills, how could she possibly sweep him away? So he applied pressure from below, simply standing still and letting her sweep him.

"Smack!" Her legs collided, and Zhao Chenxiang couldn't help but let out a weak groan of pain. Zhang Peng thought she should understand the danger by now, but instead, she pulled her leg back, pressed down and sprang forward again, her ten fingers forming sharp claws, swinging them wildly without any mercy, seemingly trying to disfigure Zhang Peng...

Although he wasn't afraid of getting hurt by letting her hit him a couple of times, she was wearing a mask, and a single grab would definitely give her away. Zhang Peng snorted coldly, and this time he wasn't going to hold back. He quickly flashed to the side, slapped her in the lower abdomen, and threw her back onto the soft couch.

The speed of that flash was incredibly fast; to the other two women, it was merely a blur. Both of them showed expressions of surprise. Zhang Peng's skills were truly remarkable; no wonder he won first place in the competition.

"Zhang Peng, how dare you lay a hand on the Princess!" the eldest sister, Zhao Rongxiang, shouted.

Zhang Peng ignored her and stared at Zhao Chenxiang, asking, "Princess, I don't know where I have offended you that you would want to harm me."

Zhao Chenxiang clutched her lower abdomen, gritted her teeth, and said, "I'll show you what obedience means, I'll show you the consequences of disobeying this Princess." With that, she rolled over, pulled open a long wooden box on the bed, grabbed three longswords with silver-white scabbards, and threw them out. Zhao Rongxiang and Zhao Hanxiang caught the swords and looked at each other in bewilderment.

Zhao Chenxiang grabbed a sword and jumped off the soft couch, shouting, "Eldest sister, second sister, set up a sword formation to teach him a lesson about rules!"

With a series of clangs, three swords were drawn, and the three women fluttered like butterflies as their longswords clashed and intertwined.

Zhang Peng was speechless. How come all the royal daughters knew martial arts? He wondered how the emperor had taught his daughters. In the midst of his dodging, he discovered that the youngest, most Princess was the most ruthless, her sword aimed directly at his groin several times.

This completely enraged Zhang Peng. With incredible speed, faster than the three women could manage, he flicked his fingers and disarmed them in a few swift movements. The three women stared in disbelief at their empty hands. Before they could react, another figure flashed by, and they all felt a jolt of numbness, unable to move.

Zhang Peng seized the opportunity to press the pressure points of the three women, and with a flick of his sword, he nailed them all to the wooden beam.

"Don't think you're so great just because you're Princess. I don't even consider the mere Great Yang Kingdom a threat." Zhang Peng arrogantly threw down these words. He wanted to turn around and leave, but then he remembered that the palace was heavily guarded, and there were even experts from the Cultivation World stationed there. He really couldn't just wander in recklessly.

His gaze fell on the gold medal on the small table beside the couch. He exhaled the nausea from the alcohol churning in his stomach and picked it up. As he turned to brush past the Princess, he caught a glimpse of the Princess's infinitely resentful eyes. He paused slightly, then looked Zhao Chenxiang up and down, finding her to be a delicate beauty with a slender waist and full breasts that were quite alluring.

A slight heat rose in his head, and he didn't know if it was from the alcohol or what, but he remembered his master's words that he should get the Princess into bed as soon as possible.

Since Master has said so, how can I disobey? Zhang Peng muttered to himself. Coming from a military background, he valued efficiency and acted immediately. He turned around and moved Zhao Rongxiang and Zhao Hanxiang to face the wall, then picked up Zhao Chenxiang and threw her onto the soft couch.

Zhao Chenxiang was unable to speak or move, staring at Zhang Peng with terrified eyes, not knowing what he was going to do.

"Hiss!" Zhang Peng raised his hand and tore off her clothes, seemingly unaware of the concept of gentleness, revealing a fair and delicate body in a few swift movements. Zhao Rongxiang and Zhao Hanxiang Zhang Peng wide-eyed, unaware that there was a bronze dressing mirror directly opposite them, reflecting all the commotion on the bed.

The two women witnessed the man in the bronze mirror undress and press down heavily on them. Had they not seen it with their own eyes, they would have found it unbelievable that someone would dare to Princess in the palace.

Zhao Chenxiang stared wide-eyed, tears streaming silently down her face as she endured the pain of losing her virginity. She never imagined someone would be so bold, and as a result, she fainted from anger...

After finishing, Zhang Peng was slightly startled, realizing he had acted a bit too impulsively. He was also secretly worried that something might go wrong. (Quite a few words...)

He put on his clothes, pulled a brocade quilt over the beauty he had violated, took the gold medal, and turned to leave without saying a word.

He truly possessed the demeanor of a great general. He had been somewhat flustered just moments before, but once he opened the door and stepped outside, he regained his composure. He casually closed the door behind him, showed the gold token to the approaching palace maids, and said in a deep voice, "The three Princess have important matters to discuss and have specifically instructed that no one may enter without a summons." The palace maids acknowledged and withdrew.

He swaggered out with the gold medal in his hand and returned the way he came. By the time he got back to the banquet, it was almost over, and he was just in time to leave. So he quietly took his leave with the others.

Emperor Zhao Heng saw that Zhang Peng had returned alone, without even a guide. How could an outsider be allowed to trespass into the palace? His eyes showed suspicion, and he gave a wink to the chief eunuch beside him.

As soon as he left the palace, Zhang Peng quickly found Prince Pingxin, Wen Youyuan, to say goodbye, explaining that he had to leave first. He knew that things had gotten out of hand and the truth would eventually come out, so he found an empty alley, quickly flew away, and returned to the embassy courtyard.

In the courtyard, Yue Qianchou and Xin Lao San were drinking and making merry under the moon, chatting about matters of the Cultivation World. Zhang Peng's sudden intrusion almost startled Xin Lao San into taking action, as too many people had been eyeing Yue Qianchou covetously lately. When he discovered it was Zhang Peng, Xin Lao San was even more surprised, never expecting this guy to be a cultivator, something he hadn't realized before.

"Zhang Peng, what's wrong?" Yue Qianchou also noticed that his expression was a bit off. Zhang Peng glanced at Xin Lao San and stammered, "Sir, could we talk in private for a moment?"

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