Beibei, Saint Realm
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Jenny had fully learned about everyone's background and gradually accepted it. Only then did Jenny realize that a city lord of a county was indeed nothing in the eyes of this group of people.
Let alone a county town, even the powerful Jax Family of the Northwest Province, Lin Feng and his group didn't care. Even his great-grandfather "Mackenzie," who was almost a god in his eyes, was someone Lin Feng could easily destroy.
"Barker and the others, and Brother Lin Feng, they're all cultivating so diligently." Jenny, Rebecca, and Lina chattered amongst themselves as they carried baskets into the mansion.
But as the three of them approached the courtyard, they suddenly saw the Shadow Mouse "Beibei" hovering in mid-air. Seeing Jenny and Jenny companions enter, it playfully winked at them and uttered a clear, human voice. "Wow, three beautiful ladies, hello!"
The Imperial Capital of the O'Brien Empire, "Chiyan," is comparable in Yulan to the Imperial Capital of the Yulan Empire, if only in terms of city size.
As for the name "Chiyan," it was personally given by the War God, "O'Brien."
The Imperial Capital, Chiyan City, has a permanent population of several million.
As a capital city with a history of over five thousand years, Chiyan City is home to many ancient families with long histories. In a place like the Imperial Capital capital, Chiyan City, there are quite a few even level nine experts. No one dares to act arrogantly in the Imperial Capital because there are too many powerful families here.
Of course, the number one power in the Imperial Capital is undoubtedly the War God Sect.
The direct disciples of the War God Sect almost never show their faces, but even the weakest of the nominal disciples are Eighth-level Warrior, and most are level nine warriors. This demonstrates the strength of the War God Sect. Especially considering that the War God Sect's master is "War God."
It's important to understand that the O'Brien Empire opposes other religions. Even the common people worship War God "War God," making him their faith!
This gives an idea of War God's status in the hearts of the people.
The eastern part of the Chiyan City Imperial Capital where high-ranking officials and nobles resided, and the imperial palace was also located within its boundaries. Along Fushi Road Fushi Road in the eastern part of Chiyan City stood rows of standardized mansions, all commissioned by the imperial family and intended as rewards for meritorious officials and nobles of the empire.
One of the mansions on Fushi Road was the residence of Earl Wharton, a rising star in the Imperial Capital. Two strong guards stood ramrod straight at the gate. At this moment, there were only four people in the living room of the mansion.
All four were standing, with one of them pacing back and forth, a hint of worry in his eyes.
He looked to be around twenty-one or twenty-two years old, dressed in simple warrior attire. His sleeveless t-shirt accentuated his bulging muscles, and his straight nose, thick black eyebrows, and square face gave him a resolute and valiant appearance.
What's most startling is his physique.
He was an astonishing 2.2 meters tall, with broad shoulders, a relatively narrow waist and abdomen, and long, powerful legs.
"Wharton's appearance is even more striking than Lin Feng's!" Hillman thought to himself.
Compared to Wharton, Lin Feng is more reserved.
"Young Master Wharton, are you still troubled by things with the Seventh Princess?" The butler Hiri, with her red nose, asked with a chuckle. Wharton turned around and said helplessly, "Grandpa Hiri, you know all about those who are pursuing Nina."
Another young man among the four people in the hall chuckled, "Young Master Wharton, you're such a decisive person, why are you so indecisive when it comes to matters of the heart? Why not just go and ask His Majesty for his hand in marriage?"
"Go straight there?" Wharton raised an eyebrow.
Hillman chimed in, "Nade is right. You've already reached level eight. And you're a member of the Dragonblood Warrior Clan. His Majesty must know about the Dragonblood Warrior Clan members. If someone reaches level eight, they must have cultivated Dragonblood Battle Qi and possess the ability to transform."
In Hillman's view, it was simply impossible to reach level eight with just the physical body without cultivating battle qi.
But Hillman didn't know that the five brothers around Lin Feng had all reached level eight in terms of physical cultivation alone.
"Wharton, as Dragonblood Warrior, marrying the Seventh Princess is a fitting match. I believe His Majesty will agree," said the steward Hiri, with a smile. "However, regarding the proposal, I think you could have the Seventh Princess sound out His Majesty's opinion; that would give you a better chance."
The butler Hiri, and Hillman exchanged a glance and both laughed.
In the past year or two, news of Wharton's affair with the Seventh Imperial Princess has spread throughout the entire Imperial Capital. However, other noble youths in the Imperial Capital have not given up, and there are two particularly competitive candidates among them.
"I don't want to think about it anymore." Wharton shook his head.
He trusted the Seventh Princess Seventh Princess; she had long ago told him she would marry no one but him. However, Wharton also knew that the marriages of imperial princes and princesses were not something they could decide. Wharton didn't want the Seventh Princess to be too troubled; marrying her openly and honestly would be the best outcome.
"By the way, Grandpa Hiri, is there any news about my older brother?" Wharton asked.
The butler, Hiri, nodded and said, "The message from the Dawson Chamber of Commerce says that your elder brother is still in seclusion, cultivating in seclusion. Nothing unusual has happened."
"Big brother is still working so hard." Wharton admired Lin Feng greatly.
Lin Feng shouldered many responsibilities for the Dragonblood Warrior Clan, from inheriting treasures to fighting for family feuds. Meanwhile, Wharton could quietly cultivate in the Imperial Capital.
Lin Feng always sheltered him from the wind and rain.
"Big Brother" Wharton still remembers the time when the two Saint Realm fought outside Wushan Town when they were children. When countless shattered boulders fell from the sky, his big brother protected him without hesitation.
Since leaving home at the age of six, Wharton is now twenty-two years old, and will be twenty-three in a month.
It's been almost seventeen years.
The two brothers hadn't seen each other for nearly seventeen years.
"Young Master Wharton, don't worry too much. Young Master Lin Feng will come to see you once he feels he has made progress in his cultivation. After all, he knows where you are now," the butler Hiri, comforted him.
Wharton nodded, then chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I wonder if my brother will still recognize me when he sees me."
"You've grown from a six-year-old kid to what you are now. Haha, your older brother might not even recognize you," Hillman laughed.
Nade, standing beside him, nodded and said, "Back then, when my father and I came from the Holy Union, we didn't recognize Young Master Wharton at first glance. It wasn't until we saw the butler, Grandpa Hiri, that we realized this tall guy, who was even taller than me, was actually that little kid from back then."
"Nade, you bastard." Wharton glared at him.