You said it was a useless body, yet you punched a saint to pieces?

Chapter 43 A Country Bumpkin Enters the City

Jubao Pavilion, a commercial behemoth spanning numerous regions, has its tentacles reaching every corner of the world. Its influence is deeply entrenched and its foundation unfathomable. Even the Great Zhou Dynasty, which governs hundreds of millions of miles of territory, must show it respect.

Although this branch pavilion of Zhenbei Royal City is only one of its many branches, it still occupies the most prosperous central area of ​​the royal city.

The long street was teeming with people.

Wang Dao walked in the middle with a dark face. To his left was Ji Mingyue, who was dressed in a moon-white palace gown and exuded nobility, and to his right was Wang Qingyue, who was as aloof as a fairy and dressed in a white dress.

This trio, like two dazzling pearls flanking an inconspicuous rock, instantly drew all the attention of the entire street.

"That's Princess Ji Mingyue of the Great Zhou Dynasty! Heavens! To actually see such a peerless beauty today, I can die without regret!"

"Who is that fairy in white beside her? Her aura is so pure and ethereal, she's in no way inferior to the Princess, she's practically a goddess descended from the moon palace!"

"I've never seen her before. Could she be a holy maiden from some reclusive sect?"

Although the surrounding chatter was deliberately kept low, it kept getting into the ears of the three of them like mosquitoes and flies.

Those admiring and adoring gazes lingered on the two stunning beauties, but the moment they fell on Wang Dao, they instantly took on a different meaning.

"Who is that boy? Caught between two fairies, he's simply an eyesore!"

"Ha, he's obviously a lackey or some spoiled brat. Look at his shifty eyes. He's just lucky to be able to carry the shoes for these two fairies."

"It's like a beautiful flower planted next to... no, it's more like a weed growing next to a beautiful flower—it's such an eyesore, such a eyesore!"

The veins on Wang Dao's forehead were throbbing, and his once handsome face was now as black as the bottom of a pot.

"These blind fools! What do you mean by shifty-eyed? I'm nothing but extraordinary heroism! What do you mean by foxtail grass? I'm nothing but green leaves setting off a red flower!"

"Pfft."

Ji Mingyue covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her beautiful eyes curving into crescents. She turned her head and said to Wang Qingyue, who stood calmly beside her:

"Qingyue, listen to this, the eyes of the masses are discerning."

"It seems that in everyone's eyes, our Seventh Young Master is just destined to be someone who carries bags."

A faint smile appeared on Wang Qingyue's beautiful face. She nodded slightly, her voice clear and melodious:

"Sister Mingyue is right, Seventh Brother really should reflect on his own demeanor."

"you……"

Wang Dao's lips twitched. He wanted to retort, but found that the two women were on the same side and their fighting power was too strong. He could only turn his head to the side in frustration.

As they spoke, the three of them arrived at the entrance of Jubaoge.

The magnificent building before us is constructed entirely of a mixture of reddish-gold stardust, which reflects a dazzling luster under the sunlight.

The nine-story pavilion soars into the sky, each floor adorned with carved beams and painted rafters, and hung with exquisite spirit jade wind chimes capable of gathering spiritual energy.

A visible aura of precious light shot into the sky, dyeing the clouds above with seven colors.

In front of the pavilion, a constant stream of carriages and horses passed by, all dressed in fine robes, and the noise was deafening.

"Tsk tsk, they're really rich and powerful." Wang Dao looked up at the golden plaque with the words "Jubaoge" written in a flamboyant style and couldn't help but sigh, "This grandeur, just from the outside, is even more impressive than our Zhenbei Prince's Mansion."

"This Jubao Pavilion has truly taken business to the extreme."

Just as Wang Dao was feeling sentimental, a gentle and refined voice suddenly interrupted.

"I never expected to meet Her Highness the Princess here. What a coincidence!"

A young man dressed in a blue brocade robe, with a jade pendant at his waist and a folding fan in his hand, walked gracefully toward Ji Mingyue with what he considered to be dashing and debonair steps.

Ji Mingyue slightly raised her beautiful eyes, her expression still cold, and her tone indifferent: "Now that the winds of change have gathered in the Ten Thousand Mountains, this Zhenbei Royal City is already a mixed bag, and it is not surprising to encounter anyone."

This aloof attitude made Wu Dongqing's expression stiffen slightly, but he was clearly a man of principle. He turned his gaze and, when he caught sight of the aloof and ethereal Wang Qingyue beside him, a look of amazement flashed involuntarily in his eyes.

Then, his gaze, which carried a hint of scrutiny and superiority, finally landed on Wang Dao, who seemed the most ordinary.

"This young man looks unfamiliar. If you are not familiar with Jubaoge, I can show you around."

Wu Dongqing's lips curled into a smile that seemed warm but was actually contemptuous, as he lightly waved his folding fan.

"My name is Wu Dongqing. I studied at the Jixia Academy. The stewards here have to give me some face."

These words sounded polite, but they were actually barbed. It was clear that they regarded Wang Dao as an uncultured bumpkin who had never seen the world, and wanted to use Wang Dao as a stepping stone to show off in front of the two beauties.

"Pfft."

Wang Qingyue couldn't help but laugh. Her smile was like ice and snow melting away, and a hundred flowers blooming, instantly leaving countless onlookers stunned.

She mischievously stretched out her jade-like finger and gently patted Wang Dao's shoulder, saying in a serious tone, "Little Qi, look, there's a great philanthropist here."

"You absolutely mustn't miss this opportunity, otherwise once you're inside, you'll be completely lost, and no one will be there to show you, a country bumpkin, around the Treasure Pavilion."

Wang Dao's face darkened, and he slightly raised his eyelids, a dangerous glint flashing in his deep eyes.

I was just venting all the frustration I'd accumulated along the way, and this guy actually came crawling in looking for a beating.

He stared at Wu Dongqing, a sinister smile slowly spreading across his lips, and sneered mercilessly:

"If you want to show off in front of women, you should know your own worth first."

"The Jixia Academy's influence doesn't even extend here. Trying to act all high and mighty in front of me? Who do you think you are?"

These words immediately caused an uproar among those around them.

"Who is this kid? How dare he speak to Young Master Wu like that!"

"Arrogant! Young Master Wu is a distinguished student of the Jixia Academy, and his Confucian and Taoist spirit has already reached a high level. This brat probably doesn't even know the meaning of death!"

Wu Dongqing's face instantly darkened, and he slammed his folding fan shut, about to lash out, when Ji Mingyue's pleasant voice drifted over.

She winked at Wang Dao, then added with a half-smile, "Seventh Young Master, be careful what you say. This Young Master Wu is a prodigy from the Jixia Academy, with profound knowledge."

"oh--"

Wang Dao drew out his words, his face showing an even more smug and contemptuous expression:

"I used to think that Jixia Academy was some kind of sacred place, but now it seems that it is full of people who treat others differently based on their status. It's true that seeing it is not as good as hearing about it."

"You—! You rude brat!" Wu Dongqing's face turned ashen with rage, his chest heaving violently, and his spiritual energy surged subtly.

"Hahaha! My royal sister, you've finally decided to come out for a stroll!"

Just as tensions were about to rise, a hearty laugh, full of energy, boomed out like thunder.

The crowd parted like a tide, and a tall, imposing man strode in.

He was dressed in a black robe with dragon patterns, his sword-like eyebrows slanted upwards into his temples, and his eyes were as deep as an abyss. Every gesture he made exuded the aura of a king who commanded respect without anger.

"The First Prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Ji Xuankong!"

Ji Xuankong ignored Wu Dongqing's grim expression, his aggressive gaze sweeping over everyone else and locking onto Wang Dao. His eyes flashed with a sharp light as he laughed loudly:

"This must be the seventh son of the Prince of Zhenbei, who broke the curse of his useless body!"

"Seeing is believing; with such vigor and inner strength, truly the bearing of a dragon!"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room twitched their lips in disbelief, and Wu Dongqing's mind was racing.

"This country bumpkin is the son of the Prince of Zhenbei?!"