Succubus Chen Sir is reborn in Terra. Can he see the favorability?

"Teacher, I don't understand what you are trying to do. You can't be running around all this time just to give me such a capable prince, right?"

"What are you thinking about? Are you crazy about abdicating?"

Seeing that the emperor did not resist, the Grand Tutor temporarily suppressed his urge to take action and whispered:

"Xiao Jie isn't even twenty yet, and you're already thinking of making him the crown prince. If this scares the child away, will you chase him?"

"Teacher, go chase him. Anyway, you..."

Having said this, the emperor suddenly fell silent, looked at the tutor and said:

"It can't be that... Little Jerefa is so good that even you, the teacher, can't catch up with him, right?"

"That's not the case."

The Master said expressionlessly:

"But there's no need. Xiaojie is not like you. He knows what's important. At his age, he knows how to go out and study to broaden his horizons and increase his knowledge. You two brothers, at your age, are still like street urchins..."

"Teacher, if you bring up the past again, I'm going to jump into the lake."

The emperor also refuted with an expressionless face:

"You should tell your brother this. He was the one who should have taken this position in the first place."

"I'm too lazy to talk to either of you."

The Grand Master knocked on the table with his purple gold stick in a bad mood and said in a serious tone:

"Xiao Jie is still a bit too playful right now. Just like you two, he dreams of becoming a ranger. But after being a ranger for a long time, Xiao Jie will definitely realize that his power is limited. Can he withstand a moving city or an army by himself? It's impossible. Sooner or later, he will wake up from his dream of becoming a ranger..."

"Teacher, don't worry."

Hearing this, the emperor understood the Taifu's hidden meaning and immediately raised his hand to express:

"When my good nephew gets tired of being a ranger, I will immediately disappear into the water and take over his job as a ranger."

The Grand Tutor sighed in exhaustion. What on earth had gone wrong with the inheritance of the Great Yan Imperial Family? How had it gradually become what it is today? And then...

"Why are the golden whip and purple-gold stick raised again?"

The emperor said with a somewhat tense expression:

"Haven't I agreed to everything? So... is there some misunderstanding?"

"Your Majesty, you are having a great time on your incognito tour, right?"

The Grand Tutor held the imperial gift in both hands and brandished it with great power, his expression stern as he said:

"Do you really think I've forgotten this? Your Majesty, please repent!"

"How dare you! I am the Son of Heaven, not you, Teacher. Don't be so angry! I was just playing a joke on you... Someone, help me, help me!!!"

The emperor watched the fight between himself and the tutor in his dream and couldn't help laughing. Although it was 'himself' who was beaten, it had nothing to do with him, so just be happy!

However, before the emperor could finish commenting on the whip and stick techniques of the dream tutor, the scene suddenly changed. It was still the same palace, still the same room, but the tutor was gone. In the bright morning light, the voice of the guards came cautiously from outside the door:

"Your Majesty, the ministers...are ready to celebrate your birthday..."

"...Dispersed. I won't see anyone today."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

As the footsteps of the attendants and guards faded away, the perspective in the dream began to change, passing over boxes of various sizes, among which was the dagger that had once beheaded General Ursus. There was no doubt that these were birthday gifts from the good nephew.

Opposite these gifts, the emperor, dressed in white and with messy hair, sat on a chair with red eyes. The armrests of the chair had been crushed into dust by him unconsciously.

Suddenly, the emperor in the dream stood up and roared:

"Issue an order! All troops from Shangshu, Danyan, and Chundu are to be transferred to the front lines. If they still cannot break through the front lines within half a month, all generals will be beheaded before me!"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

No one wants to offend this real dragon, but there is no need to offend. The current battle is for the "Crown Prince", and this "Crown Prince" is actually not unfamiliar to all the civil and military officials in the court.

In this magnificent court, many officials have come across His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who travels around the world under an alias and walks the world as a knight-errant, in their daily government affairs or private communications.

These interactions, whether deep or shallow, all left a deep impression on them of the prince's wisdom, courage, and compassion for the people. Some even summoned up the courage, disregarding the disparity in status, to write a letter strongly recommending this pseudonymous knight-errant as a talent for governing the country and deserving of important responsibilities.

Now, with the smoke of national war rising and clouds stirring in all directions, those court officials who once silently supported the prince and knew his true identity felt a great sense of responsibility. This war is not only fought for the territory of Dayan, but also for His Royal Highness the Prince, who is in the dark but has the world in his heart.

Therefore, all the civil and military officials in the court devoted themselves to the preparation and response to the national war with unprecedented seriousness. If they were not resolute and strong enough in this contest, they would not only make the enemy laugh at them, but it would also be difficult to find the whereabouts of the prince.

After all, outside of Dayan, there are many organizations that are openly or covertly looking for the whereabouts of their own prince. As a member of the prince's family, if I am not as good as those people in fighting, it would be a great disgrace.

After this decree was read aloud by the personal guards and then slowly floated down to every corner of the empty hall, the emperor in the dream, whose face had just turned ashen and eyes were blazing with anger, seemed to have suddenly lost all his strength. He swayed and slumped down on the dragon throne, which symbolized supreme authority.

His shoulders trembled slightly, his hands fell limply at his sides, and his clenched fists gradually loosened, as if he had exhausted the strength to hold on to his anger. The light in his eyes, which had once been as sharp as an eagle, now became empty and absent-minded. They aimlessly swept over the gifts in front of them. Each one was full of beautiful memories, but in the eyes of the emperor at this moment, they were like lifeless stones, losing any appeal.

In the dream, the emperor slumped in a chair, murmuring helplessly. His voice was thin as a thread, but filled with indescribable sadness and helplessness:

"Xiao Jie, it's my second uncle's birthday again. Come and carry him out to play..."

Before he finished speaking, everything in the dream suddenly stopped, and then the scene in front of the emperor was instantly covered with cracks, and then completely shattered.

This time, I woke up from the dream again.

The emperor woke up and stood up silently, opened the window silently, put his hands behind his back silently, and looked at the night outside the window silently until dawn, without saying a word.

*Da Yan swears* I'm almost depressed by this dream...

On the other side, just when the emperor was just beginning to dream, Yumen, this towering city standing on the northwestern border of the Great Yan Empire, is not only an indispensable part of the national defense system, but also a war fortress that has witnessed countless glories and vicissitudes in the long river of history.

Thousands of years ago, as the flames of the God-Slaying War raged across the land, Yumen, with its impenetrable walls and the bravery of its soldiers and civilians, stood as a staunch defense against the invasion of alien beasts. Today, the mottled claw marks and dents left by those beasts, like the imprint of time, sit quietly embedded in the city walls, silently telling of the bravery and sacrifice of the past, and serving as an enduring monument to the city's achievements.

The current Yumen defender Zuo Xuanliao, with his outstanding military talent and firm will, leads the city's military and civilians to resist foreign enemies and ensure peace on the border.

As time goes by, Yumen is not only a city of war, but also an ancient city with a profound cultural heritage. Due to the uniqueness of this city, most of the residents in the city have close ties with the army, and practicing martial arts to strengthen their bodies has become a part of their lives. The custom of practicing martial arts is prevalent among the people and has been passed down from generation to generation.

Yumen is also proud of its renowned "Lie Daozi" liquor. Reminiscent of the Yumen people's unyielding character, this liquor is potent yet gentle, boasting a rich, lingering flavor. It was a must-have at victory banquets for soldiers and a symbol of their deep love for their country.

However, an incident twenty years ago profoundly changed the relationship between Yumen and the Jianghu warriors. The infiltration and rebellion of the Shanhai Clan forced the authorities to re-evaluate their cooperation with Jianghu forces, and the rights of Jianghu warriors were strictly restricted.

Many former martial arts masters have chosen to join the government and become a force for order, or to hide their identities and live in the streets. Despite this, Yumen still maintains a delicate balance with the world of Jianghu, jointly safeguarding the peace and tranquility of this land.

In this mobile city, in an ordinary courtyard gently caressed by time, an ancient and elegant training room stands quietly with its door half-open.

In the training room, a man in tight training clothes, with an upright figure and smooth muscle lines, was as steady as a mountain. The air seemed to become solemn because of his persistence.

At that moment, the man stood in the center of the room, his feet firmly planted in the ground, as steady as a stick. He slowly raised his hands, his fists whistling like a gust of wind. Each punch and kick contained immense force, yet he controlled it with precision, never letting a single ounce of energy escape. His movements were fluid and powerful, and each punch, whether delivered or withdrawn, seemed like a fierce confrontation with an invisible opponent.

However, despite his flawless and fluid moves, the man's brows were furrowed, and a complex expression flashed across his eyes from time to time, as if troubled by some profound thought. He would occasionally pause, staring at a point in the void ahead, as if a rival of equal strength stood there.

At the same time, the air around him seemed to freeze with his thoughts, and the entire training room was shrouded in an indescribable atmosphere. Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and every passing second was filled with meaning...

"Sister, why did you come to me?"

The aroma of "Liedaozi" wafting through the air brought the man who was practicing martial arts out of the mysterious state of sparring. As he spoke, he turned his head and, as expected, saw his sister leaning against the door, drinking wine.

"Brother is really calm. Even after something like that happened, he was able to stay calm and continue practicing with such concentration."

This time, Ling really went at full speed, heading straight to Yumen from the mountain where she lived in seclusion. She was so 'tired' that she couldn't help but drink a large jar of Liedaozi first, and then she relieved her fatigue (and craving) and headed towards her brother Zhongyue's courtyard.

"Could it be that brother has found the answer to the strange dream?"

"Strange things in dreams? What strange things in dreams?"

Hearing this, Ling was slightly startled, and his drinking movements froze for a moment. After looking at his eldest brother Zhongyue for a few seconds, Ling said in a daze:

"It's about the age in the dream."

"What age did you see in your dream? Sit down, sister, and tell me in detail."

181 Black Sandalwood: Late Emperor, smoke is rising from the Great Yan ancestral tomb

After the Yan Nation's massive war to hunt giant beasts, "Shuo," a fragment of the Sui Beast, was the first consciousness to separate from the Sui Beast's body. After leaving the Sui Beast's body, "Shuo" helped other consciousnesses, also known as fragments in the eyes of the world, break free from the Sui Beast's body. These consciousnesses, in turn, became "Shuo's" brothers and sisters.

Then, "Shuo" left Yandu Baizao and began his journey across Terra, studying martial arts and fighting skills from all over Terra. However, after traveling around, he finally returned to Dayan.

After returning to Dayan, "Shuo" was stationed in Yumen as a soldier instructor. His past experiences and his own talents made him quickly become a soldier with outstanding merits.

While guarding the border at Yumen, "Shuo" met old friends such as Zuo Xuanliao and Meng Tieyi. During this period, some strange changes happened to "Shuo". Because of this change, an old friend gave "Shuo" the name "Chongyue". At the same time, the Dayan court also learned about the changes that happened to "Shuo" and soon sent people to connect and negotiate with him.

So, after some conversation, the Great Yan court arranged for "Shuo" to have a personal 'recordant of military officers', who was responsible for recording Chongyue's battle records. With the help of successive recorders of military officers, Chongyue completed the creation of "Martial Classic" mainly through oral narration, which also completely established Chongyue's title as a martial arts master.

Ling is the third child in the Sui Pian and the eldest sister. "Shuo" once participated in Ling's poetry meeting and guided her to help guard the border in Yumen. In that poetry meeting, Ling, under the advice of her brother, went to the northern border as a master to guard the border for a hundred years, and fought against foreign enemies together with the officers and soldiers of Dayan. Her service place was also Yumen.

Therefore, facing this ancient city, Ling couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion in her heart, but her appetite had been aroused by the specialties of Yumen, and she also had to go to see her brother, so Ling did not delay. In the blink of an eye, she suppressed the emotion in her heart and went straight to where Chongyue was.

However, Ling never expected that his elder brother had no reaction to the dream about age, or was even completely unaware of it. This made Ling feel... If sister Gua was here, she would probably start to get scared, thinking that the dream was the subconscious mind of age starting to attack her. After all, her strength was average, and it would be difficult for her to attack her elder brother and sister who were good at fighting, so it would be easy to deal with her.

It’s a pity that Gua Mei is too far away, otherwise it would be nice to tease her when passing by.

While thinking this in his heart, Ling seriously told Zhongyue about his dreams over the past two days.

"this..."

After listening to Ling's explanation, Zhongyue was silent for a moment, then said softly:

"My sleep and rest schedule has been a bit messed up these past two days. I've mostly been resting during the day, so could this be the reason?"

Of course not this reason.

If there really was any movement from Sui's side, even if she was not pulled into the dream because of the wrong rest time, Zhongyue was confident that she would be able to sense it. This statement was simply what Zhongyue came up with to comfort his sister for the time being.

Zhongyue could see that although Ling was very open-minded in the face of the fact that the real "Sui" was about to awaken and the clones were about to disappear, and did not object to the actions of other Sui fragments trying to fight against it, his sister still disliked the feeling of being cut by a blunt knife.

Moreover, in Zhongyue's eyes, Ling's power was also quite "free and easy". If his sister became impatient, even as her brother, he didn't know what she would choose as a breakthrough point.

Therefore, even if he hadn't thought of the answer yet, Zhongyue would give one first.

Meanwhile, Ling was genuinely surprised by his brother's recent irregular schedule. His brother's routine was terrifyingly regular: at the hour of Mao, he'd do morning exercises, breathing exercises, and basic leg, waist, and shoulder stance exercises; during any two hours of the day, he'd familiarize himself with various weapons and analyze fist and kick techniques; and at the hour of Xu, he'd complete evening classes, strengthening his foundation and writing articles about martial arts... It was the coldest and hottest days of the year, with no interruption from cold to hot...

This is good, but when you ask your brother to teach you some Kung Fu, this becomes your daily routine.

Moreover, Ling also remembered that just now, she had actually stood at the door of the training room for a while. She thought that her brother was simply thinking about martial arts, and she didn't want to interrupt him, so she drank while waiting...

Now it seems that if it weren’t for the smell of Lie Daozi’s wine, my brother wouldn’t have realized that I was here?

"Brother, have you been feeling unwell lately?"

Thinking of this, Ling hurriedly asked. Although the brothers were now scattered all over the country and no one knew how many times they would see each other in hundreds of years, they were all very concerned about this brother no matter how much rebelliousness any of them had.

"If you're not feeling well, how about letting your sister use her powers to make you have a long dream so you can have a good rest?"

"Haha, I'm not that bad."

Zhong Yue laughed twice, and then told about the strange situation he had encountered in the past few days, which was... Every time he was about to start practicing, he felt as if there was someone standing next to him. When he was immersed in the practice, the invisible person would move, stand opposite him, and take a stance.

If he practiced boxing, that person would respond with boxing. If he practiced stick fighting, that person would respond with stick fighting. But when he practiced sword fighting, that person would disappear, but instead, there would be sword energy that seemed to be everywhere.

It has to be said that this is very weird, but Chongyue has no doubt that this is a strange phenomenon caused by Sui. If Sui has such martial arts attainments, then it really proves what Lao Zuo said, a mentally ill person knows martial arts - who can stop him.

Besides, this is actually quite good. The invisible figure is a pretty good opponent, and his moves are really refreshing. The only drawback is that this figure is still too unreal. If it were more realistic, the figure's true energy would not be so sufficient. How could he fight with me at such a high intensity for two days? I feel tired, but the figure is still like nothing happened.

However, Zhongyue could also feel that the invisible figure had been gradually fading away recently, just like a memory that had settled in his mind, and after being suddenly awakened, it was slowly forgotten in the depths.

This made Zhongyue feel very regretful, because he still couldn't figure out why the invisible figure had just casually waved his palm, but he felt that the palm print was so big that it could hold down the entire courtyard.

"Speaking of which, your sister, this time is about the time you mentioned falling asleep, right?"

It was a rare opportunity for the brother and sister to meet, but not only did they fail to resolve their confusion, but they each found themselves in more trouble. This was really unpleasant, but they still had to find a way to solve it. Zhongyue glanced at the time and decided to try to enter a dream to see if he could meet the old man in the dream.

However, when Ling activated his power and pulled Zhongyue into the dream, Zhongyue suddenly thought of something. He turned around and left the training room. When he came back, he had a sword in his hand.

This sword is no ordinary object.

This is not a compliment, but a fact. When Chongyue was still "Shuo", he used the method he had figured out to separate the Sui part and sculpted the physical body for himself. From then on, Chongyue was Chongyue, and "Shuo", as a Sui piece, was sealed in the sword.

Therefore, Zhongyue couldn't help but wonder if this was the reason why he wasn't pulled into that dream.

After completing such preparations, Zhongyue and Ling entered into a 'dream', ready to welcome the arrival of the new year.

The 'mastermind' who had triggered the Year Phase dream had just lifted his hand from the ground and dispersed the talisman that slowed down the flow of time. At the same time, a card quietly dissipated from Chen Huijie's hand. The black-capped shadow guards thought it was the little prince's talisman, but in fact...

Alas, I didn’t expect that [XXX Limited Time Trial Card] would be used at this time.

Chen Huijie complained a little in his mind. In that situation just now, he immediately thought of this prop. He first quickly went through the possible options. Unfortunately, there was no option [Ursela] that he wanted. So he could only fall back on the second choice and chose [Mostema].

At the moment the choice was made, Chen Huijie felt a strange wave gradually enveloping him, as if something was attaching to him bit by bit.

In response, Chen Huijie waited quietly without any resistance, until... he caught the breath of the pair of magic wands in the fluctuation.

Sure enough, Mostima’s limited-time trial card comes with this!