Chapter 2: No Longer Pure

Soft moonlight pierced through the dense cracks, filtering into the room and shining on Xiao Tian's astonished face.

"This..." It wasn't that Xiao Tian wasn't calm, but rather that the changes in his own body were too terrifying.

The tea he casually spat out had riddled the wall like a beehive.

This strength was a bit excessive.

Xiao Tian quickly calmed his mind and gently moved his body where he stood.

No grand movements, just flexing his joints, controlling his muscles, regulating his breathing, and sensing his internal organs.

As the only Martial Grandmaster (武道宗师, Wǔdào Zōngshī) on Earth who cultivated both internal and external arts, doing this was not difficult.

"This feeling is indeed very strange," Xiao Tian grew increasingly surprised, as he could feel his body changing every moment.

His body was like it was starving, devouring an unknown power voraciously.

Muscles and bones, internal organs, all were constantly strengthening and improving, seemingly without end.

"Wangcai, can you detect my current state?" Xiao Tian thought to himself.

[Respected Master, you are a super high-dimensional being, and my detection capabilities for you are limited.]

[Please see...]

[Respected Master: Xiao Tian]

[Realm: None]

[Attributes: Unknown]

[Bloodline: Earthling, Descendant of Yan Huang, Descendant of the Dragon]

[Earthling: Master comes from the super high-dimensional Earth plane. After breaking the shackles, the upper limit is unknown and difficult to observe.]

[Descendant of Yan Huang: Master can ignore any rules and laws, and has a suppressive ability over any bloodline or physique.]

[Descendant of the Dragon: Master has absolute suppression over any beast-type creature.]

"Limited reference value, huh," Xiao Tian muttered, looking at the system panel.

But one thing was certain: as an Earthling coming to this world, it was like an ordinary person going to the land of Lilliput.

A true dimensionality reduction attack!

Feeling his body still rapidly growing stronger, Xiao Tian became increasingly interested in himself.

The Prince’s Palace had been temporarily converted; most of it was previously used by Empress Zi Ruoyan.

Among them was a Martial Training Ground (演武场, Yǎnwǔchǎng) where she honed her martial skills.

In the Martial Training Ground, all kinds of weapons (兵刃, Bīngrèn) were readily available.

As for weapons being disadvantageous in the Imperial Palace?

Although Xiao Tian didn't know much about this Empress, he knew she was the Great Yan Dynasty's (大炎皇朝, Dàyán Huángcháo) number one expert.

The attendants and palace maids in this palace couldn't even lift the weapons she used for cultivation.

Yet, from the weapon rack forged from refined steel, a heavy battle saber was effortlessly picked up by Xiao Tian.

Then...

Crack!

Looking at the saber hilt shattered on the ground, Xiao Tian frowned, "This Empress is too lax in managing her subordinates; the shoddy work is outrageous."

[Respected Master, Spirit Artifacts (灵器, Língqì) are divided into nine ranks, and each rank is further divided into four grades: low, mid, high, and supreme.]

[This is a supreme-grade Rank 6 Spirit Artifact battle saber; its quality is considered top-tier even in the Great Yan Dynasty.]

Xiao Tian's expression froze. So, it was because he used too much strength?

He once again looked at a longsword beside him, extended two fingers, and carefully picked it up with a pinch.

Fortunately, there was no one around at the moment; if the palace attendants saw this, their eyeballs would surely pop out in shock.

A Spirit Artifact longsword that required twenty people to lift with effort, Xiao Tian actually picked up with a pinch?

And he was holding the sword like this, still worried about breaking it.

After familiarizing himself with his strength again, Xiao Tian slowly tried holding the hilt and gently swayed it.

"Good sword!" Xiao Tian observed carefully and praised.

Compared to alloy weapons on Earth, this sword could be called a divine weapon.

Xiao Tian had another doubt in his heart and asked, "Wangcai, why is this sword better than Earth's weapons?"

[Respected Master, if Earth's weapons came to this world, they would be as incredibly powerful as you.]

Xiao Tian understood; to compare, they had to be in the same environment.

Swish!

The next moment, Xiao Tian suddenly swung the sword backhand and slashed at his own palm.

The sharp blade made Xiao Tian's skin indent slightly but could not advance an inch further, not even breaking the skin.

He lifted the sword, and there wasn't even a mark on his palm.

"Invulnerable to blades and spears, huh," Xiao Tian marveled, while suddenly widening his eyes and thrusting the sword backhand towards his own eyeball.

Clang!

A crisp collision sound rang out, and the sword tip bounced back from Xiao Tian's eyeball.

Swish, swish, swish!

Xiao Tian once again wielded the longsword in his hand, stabbing towards his ears, nose, and throat, even down his mouth.

From start to finish, without blinking an eye, he tested himself all over.

"I never thought that as an Earthling, I would be this terrifying!" Xiao Tian sheathed his sword and stood, holding the blade horizontally before his eyes.

Just now, he had already controlled his strength, only using one-thousandth of it.

But this longsword was full of cracks; he feared that if he used any more force, it would shatter into pieces.

Xiao Tian casually tossed it, and the longsword accurately landed in the weapon rack.

He already roughly understood that there were probably few weapons in this world that could withstand his strength.

Unless it was those items that also came from the super high-dimensional Earth, the equipment he had with him when he was summoned.

But...

Xiao Tian shook his head; weapons and such things, he would no longer use.

Killing, he would no longer touch.

Honestly being a gigolo (吃软饭, chī ruǎnfàn) and a leisurely Prince (亲王, Qīnwáng) enjoying life.

Isn't that great?

Returning to the converted Prince’s Palace, Xiao Tian collapsed onto the soft, large bed and faintly smelled a delicate fragrance.

Comfortable!

"Finally, I can try what I've always dreamed of," Xiao Tian said with a self-deprecating tone, lying there lazily.

On Earth, ever since he gained consciousness, in that assassin organization, Xiao Tian had never slept a single peaceful night!

As the strongest individual combatant on Earth, a good night's sleep was a luxury for him; how ironic.

Now, he could finally truly get a good night's sleep.

"Speaking of this Slave Ring (奴隶之环, Núlì zhī Huán)..." Xiao Tian suddenly raised his hand, looking at the talisman band shimmering with faint light, and, as if possessed, pulled at it with his hand.

Snap!

Empress Zi Ruoyan, the Great Yan Dynasty's number one expert, had been helpless against the Slave Ring, yet Xiao Tian easily tore it off.

[Master possesses the Descendant of Yan Huang bloodline and will not be bound by such rules.]

"Is that so?" Xiao Tian looked at the broken Slave Ring in his hand and tentatively tried to put it back on.

The halo reconnected, restoring to its original state.

Xiao Tian tore it off again, then put it back on.

Heh~

Just playing around!

After fiddling with it for a while, Xiao Tian, finding it uninteresting, fell asleep with a faint smile on his lips and a satisfied expression.

He seemed to be looking forward to the wonderful days ahead.

***

Imperial Study.

The Empress put down the memorial in her hand, her willow-like brows slightly furrowed.

"Was it an illusion?" She had just noticed the connection between herself and Xiao Tian appearing and disappearing very frequently.

After careful sensing, she found that the connection with Xiao Tian was still there, so Zi Ruoyan no longer paid attention and continued to handle state affairs.

Late at night.

Zi Ruoyan gently rubbed her forehead, feeling a bit of a headache.

"The current situation is too chaotic," Zi Ruoyan stretched lazily, pulling at her robes and revealing her astonishingly perfect figure.

She left the Imperial Study; it was time for her to rest.

***

The next day, early morning.

Xiao Tian turned over, drowsily, as if he had touched something.

When he slowly opened his eyes, he saw an exquisitely beautiful face right before him.

The morning light shone on the other person, and under the hazy glow, it made one feel dizzy and enchanted.

But Xiao Tian's face was pale.

"I... I'm no longer pure..."

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