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Chapter 128 Be careful, the leader will chop you down

The carriage door curtain was lifted, and Jiang Yuan, dressed in plain clothes, walked out.

This girl named Jiang Yuan has crystal-clear skin and bones, thin eyebrows and bewitching eyes. Her phoenix eyes are charming yet sharp. She does not have the fragility of ordinary girls, but instead looks heroic.

Jiang Yuan didn't bow like most women would. Instead, she bowed to Zhong Lin and said, "Greetings, Senior Brother Zhong. I didn't expect that it would be you, Senior Brother, who would escort Junior Sister to Kyoto this time."

"you know me?"

"Brother, you are joking. Everyone in Jianding Sect knows you, Brother Zhong. After all, a fourth-grade alchemist is even rarer than a third-grade warrior. Besides, you are still so young." Jiang Yuan chuckled.

The man who had just spoken to Zhong Lin also narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhong Lin in shock.

Fourth-grade alchemist?

Did I hear it right?
The civilization of martial arts accompanied the prosperity of alchemy, and the two complemented each other.

Alchemists are rare to begin with. A third-grade alchemist will be invited as a guest of honor no matter which force he goes to, let alone a fourth-grade alchemist. Moreover, a fourth-grade alchemist is already a warrior of the upper third grade, and is extremely noble. Even if he goes to the capital, even the princes of the royal family have to pay their respects, and the emperor dare not make things difficult for him.

I didn't expect that the person who was protecting me this time was actually a fourth-grade alchemist, and so young.

It can only be said that it is worthy of being a thousand-year-old sect, and only such a sect can cultivate such outstanding disciples.

Zhong Lin looked at Jiang Yuan and sighed, "Junior Sister Jiang, do you know that the situation in Kyoto is very turbulent right now? Going back now would be a disaster for you, not a blessing. Why do you still want to wade into this mess? Wouldn't it be better to stay at the mountain gate?"

The smile on Jiang Yuan's face faded, and he waved his right hand. The leading man behind him understood and quickly left with the guards, leaving Zhong Lin and the other two alone.

"Brother, you don't know that the situation in Dachen is not optimistic. The emperor is old and is now seriously ill. He may not even survive this year. My prince brothers are all ambitious and are eyeing the throne. As long as the emperor dies, the entire Dachen will be in chaos. As a daughter of the royal family, how can I sit idly by and watch Dachen fall apart and the foundation of our ancestors be destroyed?" Jiang Yuan said in a deep voice.

The struggle for power in the royal family was extremely cruel. Although Zhong Lin had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs run, and he had seen it many times in various film and television dramas in his previous life.

The Battle of the Nine Dragons, the Xuanwu Gate Incident, the Jingnan Campaign...

It would be fine if a few princes were plotting against each other, as there would only be small-scale casualties at most. What we are afraid of is a Dachen version of the "Eight Kings Rebellion". Although there are no Five Barbarians around Dachen, there are still Lu and Cheng countries nearby. If Dachen becomes chaotic, they would not mind taking advantage of the situation to rob.

"wrong."

Zhong Lin reacted and realized that this world was different from his previous life, as there were martial arts masters.

"Junior Sister Jiang, how could your royal ancestors sit idly by and watch civil unrest break out in Dachen?"

Jiang Yuan's eyes were filled with grief, and his voice deepened as he spoke, "This is also why Junior Sister must return. My royal ancestor is about to pass away."

Zhong Lin frowned and sighed in his heart. The ninth level of martial arts, even if one cultivates to the first level of pure Yuan realm, the life span is only three hundred years. Three hundred years sounds like a long time, but it will eventually end.

I don’t know how long I can live after breaking through the first level and becoming a martial arts master like the sect leader.

Should live longer!
He shook his head, dispelling these unrealistic thoughts, and looked straight at Jiang Yuan.

"I see. Junior Sister Jiang, have you chosen your target? Which prince do you want to support to ascend the throne?"

Jiang Yuan did not answer Zhong Lin's question. He gently smoothed the messy hair on his forehead, put it behind his ear, and then looked down at his palm.

"A lot of people have asked me this. My father asked me, my mother asked me, my ancestors asked me, my brothers also sent people to ask me, and now my senior brother is asking me this too. Senior brother, do you think I must support a prince?"

"Ok?"

"Why can't I support myself?" When Jiang Yuan asked this question, his aura changed. He was no longer as weak as before, but was filled with majesty and domineering.

Zhong Lin also raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Yuan with a strange expression.

Wow, everyone thought Jiang Yuan went back to support a prince to ascend the throne and stabilize the State of Chen, but they didn't expect that she was planning to emulate Wu Zetian and become an empress!
excellent.

The entire dense forest seemed to have fallen silent under this question. There was not a single sound, even the chirping of insects had disappeared.

Jiang Yuan played with his hair and looked up at Zhong Lin.

"Brother, you don't seem to be shocked?"

"Fortunately."

"Brother, don't you think I'm being treacherous?"

"Not really. Since men can be emperors, women can naturally be too." Zhong Lin nodded.

"Really?"

Jiang Yuan's eyes were burning.

"Of course. Just like in martial arts practice, women's achievements are no less than men's. Two of the nine elders of our Jian Ding Sect are women."

Zhong Lin was telling the truth. The nine years of compulsory education in his previous life had taught him not to favor boys over girls. In his mind, the only differences between men and women were physiology and job division.

Moreover, in the martial arts practice of this world, women's practice is not weaker than men. There are many women among masters, but the proportion is smaller than that of men. After all, this is the physiological difference between men and women.

"Brother, can you come and help me? I can promise that when I ascend the throne, I will not let you down. Whether it's gold, silver, treasures, power, beauties, or even cultivation resources, I will do my best to satisfy you, as long as you are willing."

Jiang Yuan looked at Zhong Lin with burning eyes. This senior brother of his was a genius. He was only seventeen years old, two years younger than himself, but he was already a third-grade warrior and a fourth-grade alchemist. The only one who could compare with him was the eldest senior brother who was in seclusion all year round.

If he could pull Senior Brother Zhong Lin into his camp, then the resistance to his ascension to the throne would be reduced.

The corner of Zhong Lin's mouth twitched. The burning sensation in Jiang Yuan's eyes made him feel a little uncomfortable, but it also made him more certain that this Junior Sister Jiang Yuan really had the demeanor of a queen. In order to win over talents, she could even use herself as a bargaining chip.

Great.

Zhong Lin waved his hand and said, "Thank you for your kindness, Junior Sister. I'll let it go. I'm not interested in being an official. My goal in this life is to reach the pinnacle of martial arts and enjoy the beautiful scenery along the way. I'll pretend I didn't hear what you just said. Be careful, the Sect Master will chop you down."

Jiang Yuan's face turned pale, and a sense of fear surged in his heart.

She was only concerned with winning over Zhong Lin, but had forgotten his identity. If she poached such a genius, the sect leader would surely kill her if he found out.

Jiang Yuan quickly apologized.

"Okay, it's almost time. We should get going. Don't miss the opportunity."

Jiang Yuan did not dare to delay and called back the leading man.

"Brother, do you want to ride a horse, or share a carriage with me?"

"Get me another carriage."

(End of this chapter)