I really became a king.

Chapter 70: One-man Dharma Conference

Just as Jiang Yi was laughing smugly, a figure came in from outside the door. It was the white-haired old woman who delivered the letter.

He came in without saying anything, without even looking at Jiang Yi. He picked up the letter on the table and turned to leave. He couldn't say he didn't read it, because he glared at Jiang Yi before leaving.

This should be the wet nurse that Mu Xiruo mentioned. Jiang Yi felt itchy inside and didn't care about the other party's cold face. He asked:
"Does my daughter look like me?"

The other party ignored him and walked out of the Jingqi Hall in a blink of an eye. Jiang Yi remembered something and said anxiously:

"Wait, I'll write you a recipe for lactation, using papaya..."

Unfortunately, there was no trace of the other party outside the Jingqi Hall.

"Where's Uncle Fu?"

Jiang Yi, who had calmed down, asked a question, as if he was talking to the air.

"Your Highness, Uncle Fu went out a month ago. He said he was going out to get samples for the princess and take care of some personal matters."

A young eunuch, about seventeen or eighteen years old, came in from outside the door and bowed.

"Take samples for the princess? Which princess?" Jiang Yi asked subconsciously. The eunuch in front of him lowered his head and seemed to have no intention of answering this question.

Jiang Yi then reacted and thought that he was a little crazy because of Mu Xiruo's sudden news. Who else could it be? It must be Mo Li.

Then I felt a headache, there was already a legitimate princess in the family, and now they were in love, and the only thing missing was to have sex and have a baby. But now Mu Xiruo appeared, and from what she said, was she trying to compete for the position of the legitimate princess?
Thinking about how dignified and gentle she was in the past, why does she feel a little different now? Oh, my head hurts...

"Your Highness, according to the ancestral system, a prince can have two wives." The little eunuch, who had been lowering his head, suddenly spoke.

Prince title? Jiang Yi then remembered that in his previous life, after Jiang Zhongbao gained a firm foothold, he seemed to have remarried two wives. If that was the case, it didn't seem that difficult.

"How is the layout of the northern border going?" Jiang Yi suddenly asked.

"Everything is progressing steadily." replied the young eunuch.

Jiang Yi was silent for a while, then said, "Stop the plan for now, and hide first."

The young eunuch then reported to Jiang Yi for a while, and finally mentioned the recent Dharma Conference. He seemed to want to say something, but when he saw Jiang Yi waved his hand, he bowed and retreated.

"Dharma Conference..." Jiang Yi sat alone in the Jingqi Hall, tapping the table with his fingers and shaking his head. It was just a formality and he had no interest in it.

At the same time, the news that Emperor Dali had conferred upon Jiang Yi the title of a real prince and rebuilt the Sun and Moon Terrace spread quickly, like a bolt from the blue, shocking the entire Dali Imperial City.

"Sun and Moon Platform!" In the Shuliu Palace, Ye Xinmei's face was gloomy, just like an abandoned vicious woman. The entire Shuliu Palace was suddenly shrouded in a gloomy atmosphere.

"What? Sun and Moon Terrace?" Prince Yi Jiang Mo of the Cang Camp, one of the twelve camps of the Imperial Suburban Guards, was stunned at first, and then he burst into laughter when he heard this.

"Sun and Moon Terrace..." Inside the military headquarters of the Dali Imperial Capital, Cao Yude twisted his chin and muttered these three words with flickering eyes. He pondered the feasibility of changing his allegiance. After all, he had a good relationship with Prince Yi in the past.

"The Sun and Moon Terrace is going to be rebuilt? The governor is still Prince Yi!" Dong Chengyang did not watch the Dharma Conference. He had been pondering the matter in his heart for some time. After hearing the news, he was shocked.

"Lord Sun and Moon..." Shangguan Bing murmured these four words softly. She couldn't tell what she felt in her heart, but there was one thing she was very clear about: from now on, there would be no possibility for Prince Yi Jiang Yi and their secluded sect to live in peace.

In the imperial capital of Dali, at the entrance of an alley, a vegetable vendor was weighing vegetables for customers. After hearing the news, he stood there in a daze. It was not until the customer urged him that he came to his senses and quickly apologized... Twenty miles west of the imperial suburbs, a small hill stood in the wasteland. Its lush green color was particularly eye-catching in the barren land.

This is also a unique landscape around the imperial capital: the endless wasteland is dotted with hills, lakes, woods, or grasslands and farmlands, which are called oases of life.

These oases are scattered, generally dozens of miles apart from each other, and have been used by powerful families to build farms, horse farms, holiday villas, etc.

This small hill twenty miles west of Beijing is where the Dharma Assembly is held.

At this time, tens of thousands of people gathered on the top of the mountain, which was not very big to begin with. There were people from secluded sects, martial arts sects, wealthy businessmen and dignitaries, etc., filling the originally small space.

At the foot of the mountain, even more people gathered. They had all rushed here from all over the Dali Dynasty after hearing the news. It was a dense mass of people, and the atmosphere was heavy. Most of them were martial arts practitioners. Everyone looked up at the hill, expectantly, but also filled with a kind of indignation that had nowhere to vent.

It has been twenty-nine days since the Dharma Conference. For twenty-nine days, the martial arts that they once took pride in have been ruthlessly trampled on by the secular sects. What has also been trampled on is not only their glory as martial artists, but also the face of the secular world.

"Alas, we lost again..."

When another person was carried down the hill, everyone sighed. Besides the heavy atmosphere, there was also an indescribable sadness.

"How many are there?" muttered a disciple of a martial arts sect.

"The five hundred and fifty-first..." someone answered silently.

Many people looked up at the sun, which was already at its zenith, and despair welled up in their hearts. There was only half a day left. If no one could turn the tide, not only would their warriors' glory, but the face of the entire secular world would be completely destroyed...

At this time, on the round platform in the center of the hilltop, a beautiful woman who looked only about twenty years old stood there. She was wearing a light blue gauze dress with wide sleeves, two buns on her head, and colorful ribbons on her shoulders. She looked elegant with an air of otherworldliness.

"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge me?"

The sound was clear and pleasant, but it was extremely harsh to the ears of the warriors present.

Jiang Xue looked around and saw no one coming up. She was a little tired. She had been on the stage for 29 days in a row. Although she won easily, she was a little tired of it.

"Elder Qi, can this competition be ended early?" Jiang Xue looked at an old man in a long robe on the platform.

Several old men in long robes sitting together on the stage looked at each other, and finally turned their gazes to the opposite side with a kind of playful sarcasm in their eyes.

There were also several armchairs, but except for one person sitting there, the other armchairs were empty. That person was an old man with a long beard, wearing a black battle armor, with a python with its mouth open and teeth bared on the front of the breastplate, and two flying fish guarding below the breastplate.

Ning Donglai sighed inwardly. Originally, several major military leaders were supposed to be in charge, but in the end, they all felt ashamed and found excuses to be absent, leaving him alone.

"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge?"

The old man in black armor glanced around, and all he got in response was silence.

All the warriors present hung their heads in shame. It had been twenty-nine days. More than five hundred people from the royal family, powerful generals in the army, martial arts sects, independent martial artists, and distant branches of the royal family, and even warriors who had rushed over from the other three dynasties after hearing the news, had gone up one after another, and all had been defeated.

There was only one person from the secular sect who appeared from beginning to end, Jiang Xue, a true disciple of Dongxutai, who had reached the fifth level of immortal cultivation. He fought alone in the entire arena!

At the fifth level of martial arts, no one can be his opponent.

(End of this chapter)