My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

He was struck away by the very entity he had summoned.

He had no idea in which direction it had flown.

He had no idea whether it was alive or dead at this moment.

Thinking of this, Wu Mengde closed his eyes in anguish, too ashamed to say anything.

After staring at Wu Mengde in shock for a moment, Wu Ling's bright eyes once again fell upon Cheng Guang, the surprise and contemplation on her face uncontrollably emerging.

She hesitated for a moment.

Unable to restrain herself, Wu Ling asked, "Princely Heir, have you truly become a Sky-Man now?"

Wu Ling had just seen it.

During the battle between Zhou Qingxu and Deng, Cheng Guang had only made a slight move and managed to protect the entire Hundred Mile City in an instant.

Such ability was difficult to attribute to any powerhouse beneath a Sky-Man.

Cheng Guang, faced with Wu Ling's question, didn't explain much but merely shook his head before diverting the topic.

"Now, you could say that I have made a move, right?"

Upon hearing Cheng Guang's words, Wu Ling slightly froze, flashing eyes resting on Cheng Guang, her red lips slightly pursed.

Wu Ling knew that Cheng Guang was referencing her previous question about how he would make a move.

At that time, Wu Ling herself had no idea what level of cultivation Cheng Guang possessed, nor what capabilities he had.

She naturally didn't believe Cheng Guang would make a move.

But now,

Wu Ling felt as though Cheng Guang had just slapped her in the face.

"This..." Wu Ling's stunningly pale complexion flushed slightly, and then she gave a small nod in agreement.

"Indeed, you have made your move."

After Wu Ling spoke, she took a deep breath, looked at Cheng Guang with gratitude, bowed slightly and said, "I owe you my thanks for this time, Princely Heir."

"Had you not acted, relying solely on the methods of that Great Yuan Sky-Man, no one in Great Zhou besides Duke Zhen would have been able to handle him."

"Once Hundred Mile City had fallen into Great Yuan's hands, who knows what would have happened next. Our entire Great Zhou Dynasty might have been trampled under Great Yuan's iron hooves."

At this point in her speech,

in Wu Ling's eyes, a trace of fear flickered.

As Cheng Guang faced Wu Ling's gratitude, his expression remained unchanged, simply nodding calmly and looking down at Wu Mengde, he spoke slowly:

"Have you finished? If you're done, then go down."

"I'm about to return."

Cheng Guang began to dismiss her without a shred of mercy.

The smile on Wu Ling's face slightly stiffened; she was clueless as to how she had offended Cheng Guang, making him so unwilling to associate with her now.

Wu Ling's lips couldn't help but pout.

"All the soldiers in Hundred Mile City are grateful to you, Princely Heir. Won't you go and meet them?"

"Besides, this time, Princely Heir, you've done a great service. The Court will discuss merits and bestow rewards upon you. If you come down with me, the officials in charge of recording merits can certainly add this to your account..."

Hearing Wu Ling's words, Cheng Guang glanced at her but did not respond.

Seeing Cheng Guang's placid face, Wu Ling's voice grew lower and lower as she spoke,

her tone brimming with uncertainty.

Because Wu Ling realized,

for Cheng Guang, the Town-Nation Duke's Heir, the soldiers' gratitude might be somewhat important, but the Court's discussion of merits and rewards held no appeal for him whatsoever.

After all, what could the Court offer to Cheng Guang, the Duke of the State's Heir, that would be of value to him?

Essentially nothing.

When it came to the wealthy Duke Zhen's Mansion, there was nothing left for the Court to reward.

And it was in that moment,

Wu Ling finally understood why her father, the Emperor, had made a move against Cheng Guang, the Duke of the State's Heir.

Because as long as the Emperor was alive, he could suppress Cheng Guang, suppress Cheng Zhihai, suppress Cheng Shiyuan, suppress Duke Zhen's Mansion.

But,

once Wu Shang, Emperor Zhou, her father, was no longer around,

there would be no one left within the borders of Great Zhou who could suppress Duke Zhen's Mansion.

Just like this time,

when Great Yuan attacked,

all of Great Zhou was hoping for Duke Zhen to take action.

Yet, Duke Zhen had not taken action.

Whether it was due to external circumstances holding him back, or perhaps he simply did not wish to intervene,

one thing could be proven.

That was, the current Great Zhou Dynasty, without Emperor Zhou,

was far too dependent on Duke Zhen.

Far too reliant on Duke Zhen's Mansion.

If Duke Zhen's Mansion were to lead an army in rebellion,

it was likely that seven to eight out of ten regions within Great Zhou would not wait to be attacked by Duke Zhen's forces; they would willingly throw themselves into the arms of Duke Zhen's Mansion.

This was what truly made Wu Ling's scalp tingle.

Thinking this far, Wu Ling took a deep breath and, struggling to contain the complex thoughts in her heart, she said to Cheng Guang:

"Princely Heir, no matter what you think, I must thank you."

"Without you, just by myself, or merely with the strong ones of Great Zhou that I led, we would not have been enough to deal with them."

Cheng Guang nodded slightly.

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he still hadn't received the system's task completion notification.

This caused a flicker of doubt in Cheng Guang's heart.

Could it be that the system had a bug?

Normally, the system would have already indicated that the task was complete by now.

But there was no such notification.

It was all very strange indeed.

Cheng Guang slowly ground his foot on Wu Mengde's cheek, his gaze coldly fixed on the man.

He thought to himself, why not just crush him to death?

For the present Cheng Guang, a task reward, while not utterly worthless, could certainly be considered nothing out of the ordinary.