On your wedding night, stay with your godbrother; the Empress is practically throwing herself at you

The most striking.

A tiny bird, no bigger than a palm, was perched on the girl's shoulder.

The bird was entirely emerald green, but had a tuft of red feathers on its head. It was tilting its head, and its eyes, the size of mung beans, were darting around.

The girl struggled to move towards the exit with the flow of people.

As we walked.

She also had to protect the little bird on her shoulder.

"Xiaoqing, hold on tight, or you'll get pushed aside."

The girl said softly.

The little green bird on my shoulder rolled its eyes.

The next moment, it actually spoke human language, though its voice was high-pitched.

"Master, you should worry about yourself first."

"We're completely penniless now."

"This is the southern part of the city. I heard prices have skyrocketed. Where are we going to stay tonight?"

"Sleeping on the street?"

Upon hearing this, the girl pursed her lips somewhat embarrassed.

"What can we do then...?"

"Who told you to insist on eating that old man's magic fruit on the bus? You've wasted our last bit of travel money."

"cut!"

The little bird disdainfully preened its feathers.

"That's a fraud!"

"What kind of spiritual fruit is this? It's just a rotten apple that's been coated with wax. I'm eating it out of respect for him."

"Alright, alright, that's enough."

The girl sighed.

Follow the flow of people out of the train station.

Looking at the unfamiliar city bustling with traffic, his eyes held both confusion and determination.

"Let's find a job first."

"Work?"

The little bird struck without mercy.

"Master, what can you do?"

"Could you break a boulder with your chest?"

"Will you still drive the Ferrari with one hand?"

"I……"

The girl choked for a moment.

Looking down at his chest, which, despite its excellent development, was clearly not strong enough to break a boulder, he felt a little guilty.

"I can keep animals!"

"We're also descendants of the Beast Taming lineage, okay!"

"Although...although it has declined a bit."

Immediately afterwards, the girl clenched her small fists to encourage herself.

"I went to apply for a job at the zoo because I heard that the Nancheng Zoo was hiring."

"and……"

The girl raised her head, her eyes burning with intensity.

"I must find that senior who killed King Wu."

"Only a powerhouse of that level can help me avenge my family and revive our clan."

The little bird covered its face with its wings and sighed.

"Oh no, Master is daydreaming again."

"Why should a Martial Emperor like yourself accept you as a disciple?"

"Is it because you eat a lot?"

"Or is it because you're stupid?"

"Shut up!"

The girl, enraged and embarrassed, reached out and flicked the bird's forehead.

"If you say another word, I'll roast you and eat you!"

……

at the same time.

Nancheng Martial Arts Academy.

The atmosphere at the college today is unusually eerie.

At this time of day usually.

Everyone was either sweating profusely during martial arts training on the playground or dozing off in the classroom.

But today.

Everyone's gaze was subtly directed in the same direction.

There.

The commoner goddess Liu Fuyao was carrying several books and hurriedly walking by with her head down.

She was wearing a simple college uniform today, a white shirt and a plaid skirt.

It was originally a very ordinary outfit.

On her, however, it looked like she was walking a runway.

Those legs.

It's really long and straight.

Especially the way her skirt swayed gently with her steps; every time it fluttered, it stirred the hearts of countless boys around her.

"Look, look! That's Liu Fuyao!"

"My goodness, I used to just think she was the school beauty, pretty, but now she seems to have a completely different aura!"

"Nonsense, he's now the disciple of that mysterious senior who slew the Martial King! How can their status be the same?"

"I heard that a while ago at the gymnasium, she was only a seven-star martial artist, but she managed to defeat that two-star martial master, Wang Jiuxiao! That's incredible!"

A group of students huddled together, whispering among themselves, their eyes filled with envy and awe.

Those who used to think Liu Fuyao was aloof and unapproachable now wish they could rush up and carry her shoes.

This is the change brought about by strength and background.

Even though we now live in a society governed by the rule of law.

However, the basic logic of society will not change much; the strong will still be respected.

Especially in the world of martial arts.

As long as your fist is strong enough, or your master's fist is strong enough, then you are the truth.

And at the very back of the crowd.

Listening to the discussions, Zhang Yang and Wen Wanrou stood under the shade of the tree, their faces extremely grim.

Zhang Yang was filled with fear.

I was terrified.

That day in the back mountain, he almost took advantage of Liu Fuyao, but he ended up getting a beating from that mysterious old man.

Thinking back now, that old man must have been the terrifying figure who killed Ye Liuyun.

The thought that he had offended a powerful figure who was suspected to be a Martial Emperor kept Zhang Yang awake at night for the past two days, fearing that someone would take his head off in the middle of the night.

And what about Wen Wanrou?

His face was filled with jealousy.

He stared intently at Liu Fuyao's retreating figure, his nails almost digging into his flesh.

"Why should I...?"

Wen Wanrou gritted her teeth, her teeth clenched in fury.

"Why her again?"

"It was one thing for him to steal the spotlight at school, but now he's actually become the Martial Emperor's disciple?"

"What exactly is so good about Liu Fuyao?"

"So what if she has longer legs, bigger breasts, and a slightly more attractive face?"

Zhang Yang, listening from the side, frowned and tugged at his sleeve, saying...

"Alright, that's enough."

"She's riding high right now, we can't afford to mess with her."

"Can't afford to offend them?"

Wen Wanrou suddenly turned her head, her eyes fierce.

"Zhang Yang, are you even a man?"

"Weren't you pretty arrogant before? How come you're such a coward now?"

"Let me tell you, the higher you climb, the harder you fall!"

"I refuse to believe she can stay this lucky forever!"

Just then.

Liu Fuyao had just entered the classroom when someone chased after her and shouted loudly.

"Liu Fuyao, the principal wants to see you."

"Come with me to the principal's office."

……

Principal's Office.

Genuine leather sofa.

Rosewood office desk.

The four large characters "厚德载物" (meaning "great virtue carries all things") are hung on the wall.

Principal Wang, who is usually extremely stern and always has a stern face when he sees students, was all smiles at this moment.

He even personally brought a steaming cup of tea and placed it in front of Liu Fuyao.

"Come, come, Fuyao, sit down."

"This is top-quality Da Hong Pao tea, have a taste."

Liu Fuyao was somewhat flattered and quickly stood up.

"Thank you, Principal."

Beside him, Liu Fuyao's homeroom teacher, Lao Zhang, also had a kind expression on his face.

"Fuyao, how have you been resting these past two days?"

"Are you alright?"

The principal asked with a smile,

"You really made our South City Martial Arts Academy proud that day at the gymnasium!"

"Everyone outside knows that our academy has a genius girl who can challenge opponents far above her level!"

Liu Fuyao lowered her head somewhat embarrassed.

"Principal, you flatter me. That was all..."

"It's all thanks to Master's excellent teaching."

Hearing Liu Fuyao bring up the word "master" on her own initiative.

The principal's eyes lit up instantly.

He subconsciously rubbed his hands together before tentatively asking,

"that……"

"Fuyao, is your master still in Nancheng?"

……