From Cold Palace Princess to Celestial Empress Ch. 100
The two attendants did not continue to argue with the young man and ignored him.
The prince was hosting a gathering with many important figures in the mansion and had no time to deal with this impostor.
The Wang Mansion Steward walked to the door, frowning as he asked:
“Do you not know that the prince is hosting a banquet for the royal princes and princesses today? How dare you make such a commotion here? Are you seeking death?”
The attendant cupped his hands respectfully and said:
“This person forged an invitation and claimed to be the First Prince. Should we arrest him and send him to the Court of Judicial Review?”
Hearing this, the steward glanced at the disheveled young man in the black robe, a look of disgust in his eyes. He had seen countless such individuals trying to ingratiate themselves with the mansion over the years.
On any ordinary day, he wouldn’t waste words and would simply drive them away.
But today, with the prince hosting a grand banquet, it was the perfect opportunity to let the world know that the Prince Wu’an’s Mansion was not a place just anyone could try to associate with!
Thinking this, the steward waved his hand and said coldly:
“Tie this man up and take him to the Court of Judicial Review. Charge him with provocation and disturbing the peace!”
“Yes!”
The guards responded in unison and quickly surrounded the young man in the black robe.
Seeing the guards closing in on him, the young man in the black robe sneered and muttered under his breath:
“Looking down on others, you’ve already chosen the path to death. It seems I’ll have to unleash a massacre tonight!”
His face was cold, and his eyes were filled with killing intent.
Having been away from the capital for nearly twenty years, he needed a bloody and satisfying slaughter to announce the return of the king!
Seeing the young man in the black robe standing motionless, the guards did not hesitate and rushed forward, attempting to bind him.
The young man in the black robe remained calm. He extended his right hand and with a flick of his wrist, a heavy black greatsword instantly materialized, firmly gripped in his hand.
With a push of his left foot against the ground, he leaped into the air, spinning as he brought the greatsword down in a sweeping arc. A massive sword beam shot forth, heading straight for the guards.
A thunderous roar echoed.
The young man in the black robe landed steadily.
The guards were thrown into disarray, blood spilling from their mouths, their faces pale, and their energy plummeting instantly.
His strength far surpassed theirs; the guards were no match for him.
The scene before him shocked the mansion steward.
He stared wide-eyed, unblinking, at the young man in the black robe.
This young man in the black robe was actually so powerful.
How could this be!
After all, the mansion’s guards were all at least at the eighth level of Qi Refinement.
Even though the black-robed young man’s cultivation was at the Spring Realm, it was impossible for him to severely injure all the attendants with a casual strike!
Moreover, he could tell that the black-robed young man was at most in his early twenties.
Such talent was almost on par with the Second Prince…
The black-robed young man sneered, looking at the Wang Mansion Steward standing on the high platform, and said disdainfully:
“With these mere chickens and dogs, you think you can stop this prince?”
Hearing this, the Wang Mansion Steward felt a wave of doubt. He began to suspect that this person might indeed be the First Prince.
But wasn’t the First Prince born with a crippled body?
How could he possess such formidable strength?
For a moment.
The Wang Mansion Steward was unsure of what to do.
At this moment.
The black-robed young man walked slowly towards the Wang Mansion Steward on the high platform.
The Wang Mansion Steward’s expression changed slightly, and he quickly took a step back, cautioning:
“What do you want?”
The black-robed young man curled his lips into a mocking smile but paid no heed to the Wang Mansion Steward.
He moved swiftly, instantly passing through the gate and charging straight towards the banquet hall.
The Wang Mansion Steward, in a panic, shouted:
“Stop him! Stop him!”
“What are you fools standing around for? Hurry up and block him!”
The attendants quickly stepped forward, surrounding the black-robed young man, trying to stop him at the mansion gate.
But these attendants were at most at the peak of the Qi Refining Realm, while other higher-level martial artists were all gathered in the banquet hall.
For a moment.
The vast Wang Mansion seemed like a place with no one to guard it.
Wherever the black-robed young man went, people were thrown into chaos, countless attendants were knocked to the ground, spitting blood, and wailing in pain.
The black-robed young man coldly scanned the crowd around him, snorted, and said:
“If not for today’s busy schedule, how could you all have survived?”
After uttering these words, the black-robed young man didn’t pause for a moment, heading straight for the banquet hall with incredible speed. A shadow flashed, and in the blink of an eye, he stepped into the courtyard where the banquet hall was located.
…
At this moment, in the banquet hall.
Countless eyes turned towards the uninvited guest covered in a bloody aura, their expressions filled with astonishment.
Most of the guests present were at the Spring Realm, with even a few at the Divine Sea Realm.
They were not intimidated by the black-robed young man’s strength.
But rather, they were amazed by his courage.
With just the first level of the Spring Realm, he dared to barge into the Prince Wu’an’s Mansion alone. Did he not know how to write the word “death”?
At the same time.
Xiao Minghuang also turned her gaze towards the black-robed young man.
【Name: Xiao Yan】
【Realm: First Level of the Spring Realm】
【Fate: Child of Destiny (Gold), Transmigrator (Gold)】
【A wisp of a soul from another world, usurping a body, seizing it for rebirth.
Turning calamity into fortune, always encountering opportunities in times of crisis, and sometimes facing dangers when opportunities arise.】
Seeing these fates, Xiao Minghuang was momentarily stunned, her heart surging with waves.
A transmigrator! Where did he come from?!
Could he be from the same world as me?!
Xiao Minghuang’s thoughts raced. What she was considering was not going up to him to acknowledge a fellow traveler, but rather how much of a threat this person posed to her.
After all, she had no idea who the First Prince was in his previous life. If he was a reincarnated murderer who committed heinous crimes, then in this world, he would undoubtedly cause even greater harm.
She couldn’t help but think of some protagonists from the novels she had read in her previous life.
Wherever the protagonists go, disasters always seem to follow.
Some are natural calamities, while others are man-made misfortunes.
The existence of the protagonists seems to be chosen by fate, enduring hardships and forging ahead with determination.
Despite encountering countless trials and teetering on the brink of death, they always manage to overcome the odds and turn danger into safety.
Those who stand in their way are mercilessly eradicated after repeated conflicts, even to the point of annihilating entire families and clans!
Xiao Minghuang’s thoughts grew heavy. Regardless of the First Prince’s origins, she was determined to eliminate him.
I wonder, compared to me, who is stronger—this so-called transmigrator?
This world only needs one transmigrator, and that is her.
Since her transmigration, she had yet to encounter a true rival.
Whether it was the Second Prince, the Fifth Prince, or the Sixth Prince, even if they had hidden cards up their sleeves, in her eyes, they were nothing more than mediocre.
If this First Prince was truly as powerful as his fate suggested, he might just serve as a suitable whetstone for her.
As she pondered.
The black-robed young man moved. Under the gaze of countless eyes, he walked step by step toward the grand hall.
He carried a massive sword on his back, his head held high, his chest out, his steps steady, exuding an air of disdain for the world.
Though his cultivation level was not high, simply standing there seemed to naturally make him the center of attention.
Translator: Glariosa
Editor: Ruu
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