thefictionvixens Chapter 25 Encounter in Sunset Forest! Saintess Huliena's Shock
Chapter 25 Encounter in Sunset Forest! Saintess Huliena's Shock
Sunset Forest.
At this moment, in the outer area of Sunset Forest, a dozen figures were walking unhurriedly into the depths of the forest.
The leader was a young girl with short blonde hair and a seductive figure.
It was none other than Hu Liena, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall.
"Nana, I didn't expect your strength to grow so rapidly after arriving in the Heaven Dou Empire. You reached level 50 soul power yesterday."
"A sixteen-year-old Soul King is a rare find across the entire continent."
Yue Guan fiddled with her slender fingers and smiled faintly.
Upon hearing this, Hu Liena gave a wry smile.
She had thought so before. But ever since she learned that Ying Zheng was only twelve years old and already at level forty-something, her belief began to crumble.
This guy is not only good at governing the country, but he's also terrifyingly skilled in cultivation.
Compared to him, what is this sixteen-year-old Soul King?
In fact, the reason I was able to break through to level 50 so quickly was because of the pressure Ying Zheng put on me, which spurred me to work hard and succeed in my cultivation.
Just as Hu Liena was about to say something, the expressions of Yue Guan and Gui Mei, the two titled Douluo, suddenly turned serious, and they looked towards the dense forest on the other side.
Hu Liena looked up and also showed a hint of surprise.
"That is..."
In the dense forest not far away, a dragon chariot slowly emerged.
The imperial carriage was carried by four men in black, with two more men in black clearing the way ahead. On either side of the carriage stood a man and a woman.
"Zhao Gao, the Six Sword Slaves..."
Yue Guan narrowed his eyes, his expression solemn.
Hu Liena also realized what was happening, her expression surprised: "Ying Zheng? Isn't this guy supposed to be very busy? How come he has time to come to Sunset Forest?"
Clearly, she didn't believe Ying Zheng was there to hunt for spirit rings. According to the Spirit Hall's records, it had only been about a month since Ying Zheng last hunted for spirit rings.
The imperial carriage moved at a steady pace, its steps perfectly synchronized.
Zhao Gao walked on the left with a smile, his eyes fixed on Hu Liena and the others ahead, his expression unchanged.
The Moon Goddess walked on the right, dressed in white as snow, her eyes veiled, her footsteps silent, as if she did not see the crowd.
Inside the imperial carriage, Ying Zheng finished reviewing one memorial, put in a copper coin, picked up another, and continued reviewing it.
The jet-black dragon chariot quickly arrived.
"Nana, be careful," Yue Guan whispered.
The ghost did not speak, but its soul power fluctuated faintly.
Zhao Gao turned to look at the imperial carriage.
Ying Zheng did not look up. He turned a page of the memorial in his hand, and the pen tip scratched across the paper, making a soft rustling sound.
Zhao Gao understood.
"Keep going."
The Six Sword Slaves continued forward, heading towards Hu Liena and the others.
Hu Liena dismounted and walked towards the imperial carriage. Yue Guan tried to stop her, but then withdrew his hand.
She stopped in front of the imperial carriage, looked at the blurry figure behind the curtain, and bowed slightly.
"Is Your Majesty here to hunt for spirit rings?"
Inside the imperial carriage, Ying Zheng did not raise his head.
"Um."
One word, very light.
But that one word exploded in Hu Liena's mind.
According to the Spirit Hall's records, Ying Zheng only recently broke through to the Soul Master level. How long has it been? About a month?
They're going to hunt for spirit rings again?
This guy broke through to Soul King so quickly? Is he a monster?
"You...you actually broke through to the Soul King level? How is that possible? How long has it been since you last broke through to the Soul Master level?"
Hu Liena covered her mouth with her hand, utterly shocked.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei also revealed a look of horror.
He broke through to Soul Master a month ago, and now, a month later, he's directly become Soul King?
What kind of monster is this?
Ying Zheng did not answer, and continued to peruse the memorials.
Hu Liena quickly recovered, her eyes darting around, and she said directly, "I'm also here to hunt for spirit rings. Why don't we travel together, Your Majesty?"
Zhao Gao slightly opened his smiling eyes and glanced at Hu Liena.
"Whatever you want."
Ying Zheng turned a page of the memorial.
"Then I'll trouble Your Majesty."
Hu Liena's expression brightened, and she turned to look at Yue Guan and Gui Mei. The two exchanged a glance and nodded.
The Spirit Hall's forces merged with Ying Zheng's, advancing one after the other into the depths of Sunset Forest.
Hu Liena walked on the left side of the dragon carriage and couldn't help but turn her head to look behind the curtain.
Through the crack, she saw Ying Zheng sitting there, pen in hand, a stack of memorials piled on the table in front of him. He sat upright, head slightly bowed, intently reviewing them.
Beside it lay the bronze balance scale, with a square stone on the left and a small stack of copper coins on the right. The scale was slightly tilted and never reached its full level.
Her gaze shifted from Ying Zheng to the Moon Goddess on the right side of the dragon chariot.
The woman in white seemed to sense her gaze and suddenly turned her head.
Her eyes were slightly lowered, obscuring her face, but Hu Liena instantly felt a chill run through her body—those veiled eyes seemed to see right through her, scrutinizing her from head to toe.
In an instant, the moon goddess turned her head back and continued on her way, as if nothing had happened.
Hu Liena felt her heart skip a beat.
She took a deep breath and looked away.
At the back of the group, Hu Liena deliberately lagged behind a few steps and whispered, "Grandpa Ju, Grandpa Gui, is this guy a monster? He's only twelve years old, and he's already about to break through to Soul King."
Yue Guan and Gui Mei fell silent.
They certainly knew that this kind of talent was not something that could be produced by humans.
Even Qian Renxue, the young master of the Spirit Hall—a god-level spirit with innate spirit power at level 20—probably hadn't reached the Soul King level when she was twelve years old.
If Ying Zheng had been allowed to grow up, he would likely have become a highly respected figure in the future.
Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, is a level 99 Peerless Douluo, a god-like figure in the Douluo Continent.
Ying Zheng's potential made both Yue Guan and Gui Mei see this possibility.
They knew that Ying Zheng spent most of his day reviewing government affairs and rarely engaged in cultivation.
Even so, he still reached the Soul King level at the age of twelve.
If one were to cultivate with all one's might, wouldn't one become a god?
"Nana, this Ying Zheng is not simple. Try to avoid contact with him in the future."
Seeing the inscrutable look in Hu Liena's eyes, Ghost spoke somewhat urgently.
"Grandpa Ghost, I'd like to talk to him, but does he have to acknowledge me?"
Hu Liena couldn't help but complain.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged a glance—it seemed so.
Yue Guan's gaze fell on the white-clad figure on the right side of the dragon chariot, his expression solemn: "The woman on the right side of the dragon chariot is the Moon Goddess of the Yin Yang Clan. Although her aura is not prominent, her strength is at least at the Title Douluo level."
"And..." he paused, "she just glanced at Nana."
The ghost frowned: "You saw it?"
"Hmm." Yue Guan nodded. "It was only for a moment, but that woman... is unfathomable."
Hu Liena didn't speak, but just looked at the dark black dragon chariot in front of her.
The Yin-Yang School also submitted to Ying Zheng.
The Heavenly Dou Empire has become even stronger.
Deep in the forest, the imperial chariot continued its journey.
Ying Zheng sat inside, finished reviewing one memorial, and picked up the next one.
The pen tip glides across the paper, the soft rustling sound coming from behind the curtain, exceptionally clear in the quiet forest.
His hands were very steady.
His back is very straight.
It was as if everything outside had nothing to do with him.