My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Wu Mengde spoke, and the generals beside him couldn't help but lower their heads.

They dared not reply.

They feared that Wu Mengde, impatient at this moment and unable to vent his anger on Mr. Zhou, would unleash it upon them instead.

Fortunately, Wu Mengde managed to keep his composure. Although there was anger in his heart, he did not do anything outrageous.

He simply gazed quietly at the distant Flying Boat of the Town-Nation Duke's Heir from Great Zhou.

He remained silent.

This attitude allowed the generals around Wu Mengde to breathe a sigh of relief.

......

Aboard the Flying Boat.

Cheng Guang noted that Zhou Qingxu was glancing at something out of the corner of his eye, and followed Zhou Qingxu's gaze.

Quickly.

Cheng Guang saw the figure of Wu Ling.

Behind Wu Ling, a vast army was assembled.

Dense shadows loomed, and their might shook the heavens.

"That was quite fast," Cheng Guang muttered to himself, slightly surprised by Wu Ling's speed.

Cheng Guang had thought that Wu Ling and her troops, even with the best Exotic Beast mounts, would need several moments to reach Hundred Mile City.

But.

He had just arrived at Hundred Mile City, and not long after.

Wu Ling had led her people there.

It seemed that Wu Ling had indeed sped up.

Cheng Guang glanced at Wu Ling below and did not continue to pay attention to her. Instead, he turned his gaze back to Zhou Qingxu.

Zhou Qingxu, however, had not recovered so quickly. He observed Wu Ling intently for a while, his brows involuntarily knitting slightly before he turned to look at Cheng Guang.

"Town-Nation Duke's Heir, I originally thought that my plan this time would not encounter any mishaps,"

"But unexpectedly, there really was a surprise."

"Not one surprise, but two, which indeed caught me off guard," Zhou Qingxu said.

Listening to Zhou Qingxu, Cheng Guang's brows furrowed again. He didn't quite understand what Zhou Qingxu was talking about.

What surprise?

If it was about Cheng Guang himself, he could understand, but what about Wu Ling? How was she a surprise?

Could it be Wu Ling leading the army?

Thinking this, Cheng Guang couldn't help but glance again in the direction of Wu Ling, then said, "For you, though, these don't seem like much of a surprise, do they?"

"With your methods, combined with the military strength of Great Yuan, pushing through Great Zhou wouldn't be much of a problem."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qingxu chuckled lightly and did not directly respond to Cheng Guang. Instead, he asked, "I am quite curious about the Town-Nation Duke's Heir, your cultivation feels very strange to me."

"It bears some aura of a Sky-Man yet is not a Sky-Man, clearly not a Sky-Man, but the foundation seems deeper than the average Sky-Man's, perhaps even deeper than mine."

"What exactly is going on? Who has infused such cultivation into you?" Zhou Qingxu asked, voicing the doubts he had in his heart.

Cheng Guang shook his head and replied, "I just came across some fortunes."

Zhou Qingxu was half right.

It was indeed akin to infusion, but not from someone else.

It was from the Heavenly Dao.

Zhou Qingxu murmured, "Fortunes."

"I felt earlier that a Secret Realm had appeared near the Great Zhou Capital, and the aura emanating from it attracted many Sky-Men,"

"I was delayed and did not go."

"I didn't expect that by doing so, I avoided a calamity."

"The fortune you mentioned, could it be from that Secret Realm?" Zhou Qingxu asked.

Cheng Guang nodded again.

At this, Zhou Qingxu's eyes flashed slightly, and he sized up Cheng Guang with inevitable desire in his gaze.

It appeared as if he had taken a liking to Cheng Guang.

This liking was not of the romantic kind.

It was merely interest in the fortune Cheng Guang had acquired.

The expression in Zhou Qingxu's eyes was not concealed in the slightest; it was revealed as if he didn't care if Cheng Guang knew about his intentions.

Cheng Guang, facing the look in Zhou Qingxu's eyes, did not change his expression.

He just slightly paused while lifting his teacup, then looked at Zhou Qingxu and smiled, saying,

"What's the matter? Mr. Zhou, do you want to make a move on me to see what fortune allowed my cultivation to change so significantly?"

Zhou Qingxu nodded frankly and said very candidly,

"The fortune that could allow you, the Princely Heir, to ascend to such a realm in such a short time, is truly not simple."

"If it were not for my extraordinary talent and slightly older age, I probably wouldn't be able to touch the Princely Heir."

With that, Zhou Qingxu paused for a moment, smiling lightly, "Of course, if you, the Princely Heir, are willing to hand over the fortune, I can still spare you."

"I know there are no other strong individuals around you. If you think that with your half-baked Sky-Man cultivation, you can make me back off, that's really quite naive," he said.

Cheng Guang couldn't help asking, "Aren't you afraid that the fortune on me, once used, will be of no use?"

Zhou Qingxu slowly finished the tea in his cup, then stood up and said indifferently, "I'm not afraid, nor do I care."

"I just want to understand what that fortune is."

"It is a particularly precious existence for you, but for me, perhaps not so much," Zhou Qingxu spoke softly, standing up completely, and calmly stared at Cheng Guang from not too far away.

He raised his hand slightly.

"I'll let you make the first move, so you can't say that I bullied you."

Cheng Guang, seeing Zhou Qingxu in this state, wasn't too surprised.

He didn't stand up.