Joy of Life: Me, the Second Prince? Summon Yuan Tiangang!

If this statement were to get out, the entire Qing Kingdom royal family, the Northern Qi royal family, and even the mysterious Dongyi City would probably laugh their heads off. But Li Chengze, upon hearing this, merely nodded slightly, showing little surprise.

With three hundred years of internal energy and the domineering power of the Heavenly Gang Technique, Yuan Tiangang was already an inhuman being. In this world where true qi is revered, in a simple contest of martial arts cultivation, a grandmaster might be able to borrow the power of heaven and earth, but Yuan Tiangang himself was a vast ocean, truly possessing the capital to stand out from the crowd.

However, Li Chengze did not become blindly complacent because of Yuan Tiangang's words, nor was he blinded by ecstasy.

He slowly turned around, his gaze passing through the window towards the distant and mysterious north—the direction of the temple.

"Invincible..." Li Chengze murmured to himself, a complex smile curving his lips.

He knew this world's true nature all too well. This wasn't some pure ancient martial arts world; it was clearly a wasteland after the destruction of a previous civilization!

The reason why the four grandmasters are so powerful is because they came into contact with the radiation energy emanating from the temple, which is a product of nuclear energy mutation.

Even more terrifying than the Grandmaster was the blind Wu Zhu, a combat robot with supercomputing abilities, an indestructible body, and laser beams from his eyes.

And there's that Barrett heavy sniper rifle hidden in the box.

"The commander-in-chief is strong, but he is still made of flesh and blood." Li Chengze thought to himself, "Three hundred years of internal energy might be enough to withstand true qi, but if he faces Wu Zhu's laser eyes, or a Barrett sniper rifle from a thousand meters away... it's hard to say."

In this "sci-fi martial arts" world, physical exorcism is often more illogical than a contest of internal strength.

"Better safe than sorry. We must not reveal our hand until we are absolutely certain of our ability to deal with the temple's high-tech products."

Thinking of this, Li Chengze took a deep breath, turned around and looked at Yuan Tiangang again, a murderous look appearing on his youthful face.

"General."

"Your subject is here."

"General, I am still young and need time to grow. Similarly, planning for the world also takes time," Li Chengze said in a deep voice. "I want you to leave the palace immediately and disappear into the streets and alleys of the land."

Yuan Tiangang nodded slightly, awaiting the next words.

A glint of light flashed in Li Chengze's eyes as he said, enunciating each word clearly, "I want you to lie low in the shadows and find people with exceptional talent and impeccable backgrounds, regardless of gender, and nurture them with care."

"Now that we've arrived in the Qing Kingdom, let the name of the 'Bad People' resound throughout this land!"

"I want the shadows of this Qing Kingdom to not only belong to the Censorate, but also to my own 'Bad People'! I want all the intelligence in the world to be in my hands!"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Tiangang's lips, hidden beneath his mask, seemed to curl slightly upwards.

"Your subject obeys."

Yuan Tiangang responded in a deep voice.

Before he finished speaking, the air inside the hall trembled slightly.

There were no unnecessary movements, not even the slightest sound.

Li Chengze only felt a blur before his eyes, and the tall, demon-like figure vanished into thin air like a ghost.

It appeared as if in a flash.

The empty bedchamber was now empty except for Li Chengze. He lay back down on the bed, pulled the covers over himself, closed his eyes, and a faint smile played on his lips.

The chess piece has been placed; now it's time to properly play the role of the five-year-old second prince and meet the demons and monsters in this deep palace.

Li Chengze lay in the soft brocade quilt, his eyes closed, but his mind was racing.

"Thirteen years old..." he silently repeated this crucial time point in his mind.

According to the original story, he was to be ordered by Emperor Qing to leave the palace and establish his own residence at the age of thirteen. To outsiders, this was an immense favor, a signal that the Second Prince was about to rival the Crown Prince. But Li Chengze knew perfectly well that it was merely Emperor Qing's way of saying that the Crown Prince, Li Chengqian, was living too comfortably and needed to unleash his vicious dog to bite the Crown Prince a few times, forcing him to grow up.

"The time I was thirteen and began my own household was the start of a nightmare, and also the time when I officially became the target of everyone's criticism."

Li Chengze tapped his fingers lightly on the edge of the bed as he continued his calculations: "Fan Xian went to the capital when he was sixteen. I'm four or five years older than him, so I should have been around twenty-one at the time."

"I'm five years old now, eight years until I can establish my own residence, and a full fifteen years until Fan Xian enters the capital and the plot truly goes wild!"

fifteen years.

For a transmigrator with a system and Yuan Tiangang, fifteen years is more than enough time to do a lot. It's enough time for him to extend the tentacles of the Bad Guys to every corner of the Qing Kingdom, and enough time for him to accumulate the power to overturn the chessboard.

"There is plenty of time, but one's own strength is the only true measure of success."

Li Chengze flipped his hand, and a round, translucent pill with a faint fragrance appeared out of thin air in his palm—the Marrow Cleansing Pill.

He looked at the pill with a determined gaze.

Although this world is abnormal, with Barrett missiles, laser eyes, and even Grandmasters mutated by radiation, the mortal body seems utterly vulnerable in the face of those advanced technological weapons.

However, martial arts remain fundamental.

Without a strong physique and sharp reflexes, even with a gun, one might be sliced ​​in two by a monster like Wu Zhu before even pulling the trigger. Moreover, to survive long in this world, one must also guard against the ever-present poisons and assassinations.

"Gurgle."

Without the slightest hesitation, Li Chengze tilted his head back and tossed the Marrow Cleansing Pill into his mouth. The pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, transforming into a warm current that flowed down his throat and straight to his dantian.

Immediately afterwards, the warm current turned scalding hot, like magma, and frantically washed over his young meridians and bones.

"Well……"

Li Chengze clenched his teeth, and veins bulged on his forehead.

pain!

The pain that goes deep into the bone marrow!

It was as if countless tiny hammers were shattering his bones and then piecing them back together; or as if countless ants were gnawing at his veins, removing the impurities bit by bit.

He gripped the bedsheets tightly, his knuckles turning white, but he remained silent. He knew this was an inevitable path to transformation. Although this body belonged to a prince, its innate talent was only considered above average. To cultivate superior martial arts, he had to go through this ordeal.

As time went by, a layer of dark, greasy impurities with a fishy smell began to slowly drain from his pores, soaking his nightgown.

Just as Li Chengze felt his body was about to fall apart and his consciousness was gradually fading, the excruciating pain finally receded like a tide, replaced by an unprecedented sense of ease and clarity.

He felt that his hearing and sense of smell had become unusually sensitive, and he could even hear the sound of falling leaves outside the window.

At that moment, light footsteps suddenly came from outside the hall, accompanied by a palace maid's respectful greeting:

"Your Highness, the Second Prince is still asleep."

"Hmm, I'll go in and check on Ze'er. The child has been sleeping for quite a while today."

A cool and intellectual voice rang out.

Li Chengze's heart skipped a beat.

It was his mother, Consort Shu!

The woman in the original work was a bookworm who seemed indifferent to worldly affairs, but in reality, she lived a life more insightful than anyone else.

"Oh no, look at me now..." Li Chengze smelled the stench emanating from his body after the marrow cleansing and thought to himself, "This is bad."

Before he could come up with a solution, the door to the bedchamber was gently pushed open.

Consort Shu, dressed in simple palace attire, carried a scroll in her hand and walked in slowly. As soon as she entered, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she took a sniff.

"What does it taste like?"

Consort Shu's gaze instantly locked onto Li Chengze on the bed. A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. She quickly walked over and lifted the curtain.

When she saw Li Chengze, covered in filth as if he had been pulled out of a mud pit, the usually composed imperial concubine dropped the scroll in her hand with a "thud" to the ground.

"Ze'er?! What happened to you?!"