CHAPTER 342: CHAPTER 342: THE GOOD DAYS ARE STILL AHEAD

"You need to understand that the higher the grade, the greater the gap between each grade, especially among the Upper Three Grades, where each level is like an abyss."

"And a Supreme Grandmaster is a mythical figure above the First Grade."

"With your peak Fourth Grade strength, even if you were born with steel bones, Yue King could crush you with a finger."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Haomiao pursed his lips but did not argue.

His current basic attributes were roughly at the golden high rank, still far from the peak.

And the super-grade Child of Destiny is an existence from which even dominance would retreat. According to reality’s energy levels, estimated to be at the [Abyss] level.

With his current strength, facing such a monster blessed by the Heavenly Dao Will, even if he used unconventional forces and all his trump cards, he would likely be suppressed.

After all, he had only been in this world for over half a year and had not yet had time to fully develop.

While in the First Layer Heaven Illusion Realm, he indulged for four or five years before gradually growing to the point where he could contend with the Child of Destiny.

Theoretically, the upper limit of the Second Layer Heaven is far higher than the First Layer Heaven, so he also needs more time to step by step return to the peak...

Thinking of this, Zhu Haomiao couldn’t help but snort coldly, with a faint purple golden glow flashing in his eyes.

Just wait until this Little Zhuzhu develops a few more years, what Supreme Grandmaster, nothing but chickens and dogs!

On the other side, seeing the young man’s arrogant gaze, Yin Tianze vaguely felt the inconceivable arrogance and confidence within his heart!

"I am not yet robust, but when I am, there shall be changes!"

Even if he is not a match for Yue King now, he will soon surpass him!

This utterly unfounded and laughable confidence was strangely without any sense of discord, making Yin Tianze even feel that it was only natural!

As if this black-clothed youth before him was born to stand at the pinnacle of this world, wielding supreme authority, ruling over the life and death of all beings...

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[Royal Martial Academy] · Scripture Pavilion

After using Diao Chan and a sumptuous lunch to appease the sulking Zhao Nuo, Zhu Haomiao found a dozen or so secret manuals and rapidly read through them at a glance.

There was a flashing of purple gold divine light in his eyes, as countless complete cultivation technique structures shattered in his mind, breaking into small law fragments.

Then, under the completion by the Authority of [Pride], the law fragments filled in the skeleton of basic force like flesh and blood, gradually evolving into a complete cultivation technique structure.

After a long time, Zhu Haomiao closed the book and gave a long sigh.

Completing the basic force was much more difficult than he expected!

50% completion and 100% completion is not a straightforward doubling but rather tenfold, or even dozens of times more!

It’s like countless puzzle fragments mixed together; the further you go, the harder it is to find the correct pieces!

The only slightly easier way is to collect the world’s most profound Supreme Divine Skills!

The more top-tier the cultivation technique, the higher the value of its law fragments, the more versatile it is, and can prevent getting stuck on the last 1% predicament.

Rubbing his chin, Zhu Haomiao’s thoughts churned as he suddenly felt a strange sensation on his body.

Turning his head, he saw a little girl stroking his clothes curiously.

Although she hadn’t touched his skin, he could oddly feel the warm and soft sensation of Zhao Nuo’s white tender hand.

It was as if the black clothes on him had become a part of his skin...

"Brother, what fabric is this? It’s cool and beautiful. I’ve never seen it before!"

Seeing the little girl’s curious eyes, Zhu Haomiao pondered for a few seconds and shrugged.

"This is an Innate Divine Object, the only one in the world. Of course, you haven’t seen it."

Not believing the boy’s exaggerated words, Zhao Nuo thought he was teasing her again and rolled her eyes at him irritably.

"I’m already nine years old! I’m not a little kid anymore!"

"Okay, okay, you’re not a kid!"

Laughing softly, he rubbed the little girl’s head, wearing a fatherly indulgent smile.

Feeling the boy’s attitude of coaxing a child, Zhao Nuo was even more sulky, pouting her mouth as if it could hang an oil bottle.

"So, you’re here after all."

At this moment, a cool voice rang in his ear, and Zhu Haomiao turned his head to glance back, teasing with a light chuckle.

"Sister Ke Jun, what a surprise guest. How come you have time to visit us today for a play?"

Upon hearing this, Yin Kejun shot him a frosty glare: "Do you not have any sense of why I’m cautiously keeping my distance?"

"I know, you’re afraid of the Third Prince ’misunderstanding.’ But I’ve already told you; you’re just worrying unnecessarily."

Looking at the young man’s lighthearted and provocative manner, Yin Kejun slightly furrowed her brows.

"You’re too optimistic, the Third Prince isn’t someone with a broad heart..."

Hearing this, Zhao Nuo on the side nodded in agreement: "Sister Ke Jun is right, Brother is indeed vengeful, and recently his temper has gotten more irritable."

"Hmm? Irritable, what’s up with him?"

"Uh... it seems about a month ago, Duke Ning fell gravely ill, reportedly angered to spitting blood by someone. Brother came back to smash everything in the palace and even executed a few eunuchs."

Zhu Haomiao: "..."

A month ago?

Couldn’t be because of the small gift I sent before I fell into deep sleep?

And then he wanted revenge but couldn’t find the person...

No way? Really, no way?

Already broken? Is his mental resilience really that weak?

This is just the beginning. I haven’t even started exerting my strength!

Good days await you!

Rubbing his chin, the young man chuckled to himself. Seeing his manner, Zhao Nuo suddenly had a flash of inspiration and stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Could it be... you were the one who angered Duke Ning to spitting blood?!"

Zhu Haomiao gave the little girl an astonished look, not expecting her senses to be so sharp.

Catching the young man’s reaction, Zhao Nuo became even more flustered, almost on the verge of tears.

"Brother, what exactly did you do?"

"Nothing much, just sent Duke Ning a few heads and reminded him to pay attention to his sleep quality, telling him not to sleep too deeply..."

Zhu Haomiao shrugged, smiling indifferently.

"....."

"....."

The two girls, one big and one small, fell into a deathly silence before finally screaming in unison.

"How could you dare?!!"

Annoyed by their loudness, Zhu Haomiao dug at his ears and glared at them.

"Quiet down, we’re in a library."

Ignoring the boy’s strange choice of words, the two girls bit their silver teeth, glaring at him with anger and concern.

Knowing they were worried about him, Zhu Haomiao sighed helplessly.

"I told you guys not to overthink; it’s really not a big deal."

"You’ve already made a mortal enemy with Duke Ning Mansion! And that’s not a big deal?"

Faced with Yin Kejun’s furious and anxious questioning, Zhu Haomiao disdainfully pouted, raised his palm, and lightly slapped it on the table.

"Just a mere Duke Ning Mansion, easily obliterated with a flip of the hand."