Chương 11: Chapter 11: Zhongtian Arctic Ziwei Emperor
"Ziwei Palace?" Yu Xiaogang furrowed his brows, involuntarily glancing at the Ziwei Barrier-Breaking Pill in Zhou Chen's hand.
There seemed to be an inherent connection between the two, but he couldn't fathom it no matter how hard he tried.
Yu Xiaogang was, of course, unaware that "Ziwei" is a term in the mythology of the Great Xia, representing the Ziwei Imperial Star. In ancient Great Xia, mortals with the fate of the Ziwei Star were considered emperors. In the prehistoric heavenly court, the Ziwei Imperial Star symbolized the celestial sub-sovereign second only to the Jade Emperor, the Zhongtian Arctic Ziwei Emperor!
The Ziwei Emperor governs the celestial scriptures and earthly laws, the sun, moon, and stars, and is the lord of all stars.
Zhou Chen named his force Ziwei Palace to liken himself to the Ziwei Imperial Star, a reflection of his astonishing ambition and spirit!
Now, seeing Yu Xiaogang still somewhat hesitant, Zhou Chen raised an eyebrow and reminded him, "It's time to make a decision."
"I... agree." Yu Xiaogang hesitated for a moment before finally nodding in agreement.
"Very well, then I, on behalf of my family and Ziwei Palace, make this gentleman's agreement with you."
Zhou Chen's fair face was tense, his expression serious, revealing nothing of the fact that the so-called hidden family was entirely a fabrication, and that Ziwei Palace currently consisted of just him alone.
Well, now it's two people.
"Here's the pill, keep it safe."
Zhou Chen handed the pill to Yu Xiaogang without hesitation.
Receiving the Ziwei Barrier-Breaking Pill, Yu Xiaogang became excited. His hope of turning his life around rested on this pill!
"I plan to return to my quarters right away and take this pill," Yu Xiaogang said, his excitement palpable.
Zhou Chen smiled and nodded, "You should; after all, the longer you wait, the more dreams you'll have."
"Alright, as long as the pill is effective, my life belongs to your family," Yu Xiaogang said gratefully, clasping his fists toward Zhou Chen before quickly heading toward the dormitory.
As Yu Xiaogang left, Zhou Chen breathed a sigh of relief.
It wasn't easy; to pull the wool over people's eyes, he had to use the psychology he learned on Earth to fabricate a nonexistent hidden family, using the guise of a powerful background to intimidate Yu Xiaogang into submission...
It's tough being me!
Ah, this six-year-old body is too inconvenient; I need to grow up quickly!
Sighing, Zhou Chen was about to leave Notting Academy when he suddenly heard the sounds of commotion and fighting from a small grove behind him.
Among the noises... was Tang San's voice.
Indeed, wherever the protagonist goes, conflict follows.
With a mental gripe, Zhou Chen moved lightly, covering a hundred meters in a few breaths, and soon arrived at the grove.
In the center of the grove, two groups of people were yelling and shoving each other, tensions high.
On one side were a dozen or so plainly dressed youths, some even wearing patched clothing, clearly the working students from the original story.
Opposite them were over twenty nobly dressed students.
Tang San stood at the forefront of the working students.
Having just enrolled, he had already used his Tang Sect techniques to intimidate the working students, becoming their leader.
Of course, what caught Zhou Chen's attention most was a lively little girl.
The little girl's pretty face was rosy, her hair braided into a scorpion braid, wearing a pink dress, and a bunny-ear headband, showing no hint that she was a rabbit spirit who had cultivated into human form from a 100,000-year soul beast.
"Xiao Wu..."
Zhou Chen murmured.
Facing Tang San and Xiao Wu, the leading noble student, dressed in luxury, stood tall and handsome.
With disdain, he looked down on the two, saying coldly, "You little brats, dare to meddle in my affairs? Do you know my father is the Lord of Notting City?"
"Hah, if your dad is the city lord, then my dad is a Titled Douluo!" Tang San sneered, not believing Xiao Chenyu's words at all.
"Trying to scare people with your family background? Are you scared?" Xiao Wu also seemed ready for a fight.
"Haha, am I afraid?"
Xiao Chenyu laughed nonchalantly, "If anyone should be afraid, it's Wang Sheng! Wang Sheng, you're an eleven-year-old fifth-year student hiding behind two six-year-old first-years, how pathetic."
Hearing this, a burly youth among the working students, with a few scars on his face, lowered his head in shame.
He was Wang Sheng, eleven years old, with the martial spirit of a Battle Tiger, at level nine soul power, the strongest among the working students.
He had just been cornered and beaten by Xiao Chenyu's group, saved only by the timely arrival of Tang San and Xiao Wu.
"Xiao Chenyu, are you going to fight or not?" Xiao Wu was clearly growing impatient.
"Fight! I'll accompany you to the end! Which one of you wants to go?" Xiao Chenyu replied coldly.
"I will."
Tang San stepped forward, his expression slightly serious.
Using his Purple Demon Eyes, he had assessed Xiao Chenyu's aura and found that Xiao Chenyu's soul power surpassed his, likely at the level of a formal soul master.
"Wait."
At this moment, a voice suddenly rang out.
Everyone turned toward the sound to see a young boy in a purple brocade robe, impossibly handsome, strolling over leisurely.
"Brother Chen!"
Seeing Zhou Chen appear, Tang San immediately ran over, leaving Xiao Chenyu standing there awkwardly.
"Haven't seen you for a while, and you're already the boss."
Zhou Chen teased Tang San before turning to Xiao Chenyu, with a stern expression, "You look about twelve, and you're challenging a six-year-old child to a duel. Have you no shame?"
"Of course, I'm not ashamed."
Xiao Chenyu sneered, "What, you want to stand up for them?"
Hearing this, Zhou Chen said nothing further. With this kind of juvenile delinquent, actions spoke louder than words.
"Speak up, kid. Are you scared... Holy crap!!"
Halfway through his taunt, Xiao Chenyu fell silent.
Because from Zhou Chen's feet, a golden soul ring had begun to rise!
"A hundred-year soul ring."
Xiao Chenyu was shocked, and the people around him gasped, eyes wide in astonishment as they looked at Zhou Chen.
The inexperienced elementary students naturally couldn't recognize a million-year god-level soul ring. They assumed it was simply a hundred-year soul ring with a deeper yellow hue, leaning toward gold.
Seeing the onlookers gasping, Zhou Chen frowned slightly and said to Tang San, "Xiao San, have them step back to avoid accidental injuries."
With these words, without Tang San needing to persuade them, everyone retreated over ten meters, leaving only Zhou Chen and Xiao Chenyu standing in a large clearing.
"Xiao Chenyu, is it? I'll give you a chance, don't let me down."
Zhou Chen stood with his hands behind his back, speaking in a calm tone, "I won't use my martial spirit or any soul skills. If you can withstand the pressure of my soul power for three minutes, you win!"
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