Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

Chapter 374 Princess Pingyang: Stop! Please stop fighting! (Seeking monthly votes! Seeking follow-up subscriptions!)
As a disciple of Qinglong Temple, Heng Hui naturally possesses cultivation, but to this day, he is only a newly promoted ninth-rank novice monk in the Buddhist system, so his combat strength is quite ordinary.

On the other hand, although the son of the Marquis of Pingyuan was usually an idle and good-for-nothing playboy, he was born into a noble family and had no shortage of cultivation techniques, secret manuals and cultivation resources. With the help of a lot of resources, he managed to build up his cultivation to the Qi Refining Realm of the eighth rank of martial artist.

As a result, the difference in cultivation level between the two sides was huge. In addition, Heng Hui was caught off guard and was severely injured on the spot. He fell more than ten meters away like a kite with a broken string, spitting out blood.

"Monk!!"

Seeing her beloved in such a miserable state, Princess Pingyang turned pale with fright and instinctively rushed to his side after letting out a cry.

But before she could take two steps, her wrist was suddenly tightened as the eldest son of the Marquis of Pingyuan reached out and grabbed her.

Princess Pingyang has never cultivated, so how could she break free from the control of an eighth-rank martial artist?

Her heart was filled with panic, but she outwardly feigned anger and shouted angrily at the son of the Earl of Pingyuan:

"Huang Tao! What exactly are you trying to do? Why did you attack the monk?!"

"Heh, a toad trying to eat swan meat, shouldn't it be taught a lesson?!"

The son of the Earl of Pingyuan, named Huang Tao, chuckled and looked at Princess Pingyang with a hint of greed and malice.

"Haha! Young Master is right. A lowly bald monk who wants to climb the social ladder is already courting death."

Just then, a mocking voice came from the woods ahead.

Following the sound, two figures approached. Like the eldest son of the Earl of Pingyuan, they were also dressed in fine clothes, clearly indicating that they came from extraordinary backgrounds.

At the same time, Princess Pingyang saw the two men's faces clearly, and her pupils suddenly contracted.

Zhang Yi, son of Zhang Feng, Vice Minister of War, and Sun Peng, son of Sun Mingzhong, Supervising Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue.

Princess Pingyang knew the two of them, but not because they had any personal relationship. Rather, it was because their fathers and Prince Yu's father were at odds in the court and were considered political enemies. So she had been paying attention to the two of them before, but she never expected to meet them under such circumstances today.

Thinking of this, she finally realized something, and looked sharply at the son of the Marquis of Pingyuan, saying in disbelief, "Huang Tao, you betrayed me!"

"Betrayal? What makes you say that? I left the capital with the princess as agreed, and I never promised anything about what would happen afterward."

The son of the Earl of Pingyuan curled his lips into a sarcastic smile, then, ignoring Princess Pingyang's struggles, he dragged her directly in front of Zhang Yi and his companion, and asked with a smile, "Brother Zhang, what should we do next?"

"doing what?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yi, known among the second-generation rich kids in the capital for his lustful nature, let out a meaningful laugh. Then, he stared at Princess Pingyang's beautiful face and clicked his tongue in admiration.

"As expected of a prince or princess, although she is not as beautiful as the eldest princess or the princess of Lin'an, she is still a rare beauty."

As fate would have it, this young master has slept with many women—beautiful courtesans, young ladies from humble backgrounds, and even some officials' wives and concubines—but I've never tasted the pleasures of royalty. Today, with this rare opportunity, I'll make up for that regret!

After saying that, he reached out and touched Princess Pingyang's chest.

“Ahhhh——!!”

With a roar, Heng Hui, who had been lying on the ground coughing up blood, suddenly found strength and charged at Zhang Yi, knocking him to the ground.

Upon seeing this, Young Master Sun and the eldest son of Earl Pingyuan were initially stunned, but then they stepped forward in a fit of rage and pulled Heng Hui off Zhang Yi.

Immediately afterwards, the three martial artists, whose average cultivation level was eighth grade, began to punch and kick Heng Hui together. Their moves were ruthless and infused with their own energy, clearly aimed at killing him.

"Stop! Stop hitting her!!" Seeing Heng Hui beaten to a bloody pulp, barely breathing, Princess Pingyang couldn't care less about escaping and rushed forward to stop them. However, she was violently pushed to the ground by the son of the Earl of Pingyuan and could only cry and beg Zhang Yi and the other two to stop.

To be honest, it's just that it wasn't raining, otherwise this scene could have been turned into a meme.

"Damn bald monk! How dare you touch me with your filthy hands! I'm going to beat you to death today!!"

A hail of fists rained down on Heng Hui. As Zhang Yi punched her, he gritted his teeth and cursed angrily, clearly furious about being tackled earlier.

Seemingly feeling that using only his fists wasn't powerful enough, he glanced around and spotted a stone about the size of a washbasin not far away. He immediately went over, picked it up, and was about to smash it against Heng Hui's head.

buzzing-

Just then, a strange buzzing sound rang out in the air.

Everyone present was stunned for a moment, then stared in disbelief at what they saw. Suddenly, sparks appeared in mid-air, forming a circle in a strange way. At the same time, a scene completely different from the surrounding environment gradually appeared before their eyes.

Moreover, a tall and slender figure appeared opposite the spark circle.

Dressed in the black uniform of a night watchman, with a silver disc on his chest, who else could it be but Wu Xian?

"Hmm? It seems I'm a bit late."

Wu Xian stepped out of the spark circle, looked at the mangled figure on the ground and the palace-dressed girl crying in the distance, her face streaked with tears, and nodded slightly.
"It's alright, it's not too late."

"You, you're the night watchman, Silver Gong... Wu Muzhi?!"

Upon recognizing the person, Zhang Yi's heart skipped a beat. He quickly dropped the stone in his hand, took several steps back, and his forehead was already covered in sticky, cold sweat.

The Wu Muzhi he mentioned was naturally Wu Xian.

The name "Muzhi" was given to Wu Xian by Wei Yuan a few years ago when he came of age. It means "to be admired" and is very close to the original meaning of his name. Therefore, he often uses it as a self-reference in public.

As for why Zhang Yi knew about him...

Isn't that obvious? Do you really think Wu Xian wasted all those years he spent traveling through time?

Whether it was his reputation as a master of poetry or his status as Wei Yuan's confidant, it was destined that he could not keep a low profile in this world. He would occasionally come up with something novel that would attract public attention.

Especially for those sons of high-ranking officials and nobles, Wu Xian was the kind of "other people's child" that their parents often mentioned to belittle them.

Zhang Yi was one of them, which is why he was easily recognized.

Because of this, he had some understanding of Wu Xian's strength. He knew that Wu Xian had become a Silver Luo and that his strength had already reached the sixth rank of martial artist. He was far beyond what the three of them could contend with, and he couldn't help but feel apprehensive.

"Oh, who do we have here? It's the son of the Vice Minister of War!"

Wu Xian glanced at Zhang Yi with a half-smile, then turned his gaze to the other two.

"And there's Huang Tao, the eldest son of the Marquis of Pingyuan, and Sun Peng, the son of the Supervising Secretary of the Ministry of Revenue... The three of you are really bold enough to kidnap Princess Pingyang and even try to do something indecent to her. Do you have a death wish and want to have your whole family executed?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

I flipped through the original work, and it didn't mention what the Earl of Pingyuan and Young Master Sun's names were, so I came up with my own. The Earl of Pingyuan's eldest son is my brother's name, so I hope he won't be angry (laughs).
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