197: Beat up the princess

Actually, Yang Lingchen hadn't run very far; after walking for a distance, he entered the haotian jade space.

At this moment, Yang Lingchen sat cross-legged; there was still a small portion of energy in his body that hadn't been completely refined.

The space was quiet and silent, with only the sound of Yang Lingchen's steady breathing.

Yang Lingchen kept his eyes tightly shut, his mind immersed in that not-yet-fully-tamed energy within his body, doing his best to guide it and make it merge into his own Meridians and Dantian.

In the blink of an eye, two more days passed, and under Yang Lingchen's continuous refinement, his cultivation level finally achieved a Breakthrough to the Divine Origin Realm Fourth Layer Peak.

At the moment of the Breakthrough, a powerful Aura fluctuated around Yang Lingchen's body, light shining brightly, as if the entire space was shaking because of it.

After the Breakthrough, Yang Lingchen left the haotian jade space and then rushed all the way toward the Great Yan Academy.

Now that his cultivation level had achieved a Breakthrough to the Divine Origin Realm Fourth Layer Peak, within the Divine Origin Realm, Yang Lingchen could already be considered an invincible existence.

The only thing he was currently wary of was that Eighth Prince Murong Xuan; if that guy found out he was at the Great Yan Academy, he would definitely find a way to cause trouble for him.

However, within the Great Yan Academy, Yang Lingchen wasn't worried; after all, the Great Yan Academy and the Great Yan Dynasty were powers of the same level.

Returning to the Great Yan Academy, Yang Lingchen went directly to the Merit Hall and turned in the two tasks he had accepted.

"Senior, I wonder if the academy has any shaping grass for exchange?" Yang Lingchen asked, a hint of expectation in his eyes.

"shaping grass? No!"

Yuwen Cheng shook his head and asked, "What do you want shaping grass for?"

Yuwen Cheng's gaze sized up Yang Lingchen with a bit of curiosity.

"It's nothing, just for Alchemy. Does Senior know where I can find shaping grass?" Yang Lingchen asked, his expression appearing somewhat urgent.

Yuwen Cheng thought for a moment and said in a deep voice, "shaping grass is a very precious Spiritual Plant. It's rumored that shaping grass only exists in the place where the Phoenix Clan lives!" Yuwen Cheng's voice was low and solemn.

"Is there any other way to get it then?"

Although Yang Lingchen would eventually go to the Phoenix Clan, he was afraid Ling'er wouldn't be able to wait that long. Yang Lingchen's brow furrowed, his eyes full of worry.

"Is the shaping grass very important to you?" Yuwen Cheng asked, a bit more concern in his gaze.

Yang Lingchen said, "Extremely important!" His tone was incomparably firm.

Yuwen Cheng pondered for a moment and said, "If you want to get shaping grass, it's not like there's no way." Yuwen Cheng's gaze became profound.

Yang Lingchen asked, "What's the way?" His eyes instantly lit up, staring intently at Yuwen Cheng.

"As long as you enter the top three of the Great Yan war god ranking, you will get a chance to join the Phoenix Clan. At that time, you'll have the chance to come into contact with the shaping grass!" Yuwen Cheng said, a hint of encouragement in his voice.

Yang Lingchen frowned and asked, "The Great Yan war god ranking, when is it?" He began calculating the time in his mind.

Yuwen Cheng said, "There's less than two months left!"

Yuwen Cheng's expression also became serious.

"Two months?"

Yang Lingchen frowned and said, "What's the strength of the top three in previous war god rankings?" Yang Lingchen's expression became solemn; he knew this would be a difficult challenge.

"At least Divine Void Realm Third Layer!" Yuwen Cheng spoke, a hint of worry in his voice.

"Senior, what are the rules of the war god ranking?" Yang Lingchen asked, his eyes filled with a desire to understand the rules.

"The rules are actually very simple. There are two rounds in total: the first round is the Great Yan Secret Realm, and the second round is the war god ranking placement battle," Yuwen Cheng said, explaining the rules in detail to Yang Lingchen.

"Thank you for informing me, Senior. This Junior will take his leave!"

Yang Lingchen cupped his fists and left the Merit Hall.

At this moment, he had already made up his mind; for the war god ranking in two months, no matter what, he would give it his all, because Ling'er didn't have much time left.

Just then, a series of shrill screams came from nearby. Out of curiosity, Yang Lingchen walked over.

He saw a crowd of onlookers gathered ahead, layers deep, surrounding the center so tightly that not even water could leak through. And that shrill wailing came from the middle of the crowd.

Yang Lingchen pushed through the crowd and saw at a glance that Liu Xueying was swinging a thick club, frantically whipping a youth at the Divine Origin Realm Fifth Layer. Before long, that youth was beaten to the ground by her.

"Bang bang bang...!"

Every one of Liu Xueying's strikes carried full force, as if she wanted to vent all the anger in her heart.

"You dog, why don't you take a look at yourself in a puddle of piss! How dare you harass This Young Lady? If I don't whip you to death today, This Young Lady's surname isn't Liu!"

Liu Xueying's stunning face showed a hint of coldness. She swung the club and gave him another round of frantic whipping, turning him into a pig's head in no time. The youth's face was black and blue, swollen beyond recognition.

"Holy crap, this Tiger Girl is way too brutal!" Yang Lingchen shook his head as he watched, secretly marveling at Liu Xueying's fieriness.

"How bold, to dare to beat a member of the Imperial Family."

Just then, a graceful figure flew in from the distance. This was a young girl wearing a pale blue satin dress, with an enchanting figure and heavy, gaudy makeup on her face.

This heavily made-up girl moved like a bolt of lightning, striking a palm toward Liu Xueying.

Liu Xueying reacted immediately, swinging the club in her hand to meet it head-on.

"Boom...!"

The huge gap in strength caused Liu Xueying to be blown back a dozen steps, stopping just in front of Yang Lingchen before she could barely steady herself.

"Miss Xueying, your situation seems a bit unfavorable!"

Yang Lingchen laughed, a hint of teasing in his tone.

"None of your business!"

Liu Xueying rolled her eyes at Yang Lingchen, her gaze full of stubbornness.

"Hey! Still talking tough. Fine, you continue, I'm just here to watch the show."

Yang Lingchen laughed, crossing his arms over his chest, looking like it had nothing to do with him.

"Stinky girl, you're so bold to dare to beat a member of the Imperial Family. Now, kneel down for This Princess!"

The heavily made-up girl looked cold and proud, staring coldly at Liu Xueying, her gaze filled with high-and-mighty arrogance.

"This Young Lady doesn't care if you're imperial or not. Since he dared to harass This Young Lady, it's already good enough that I didn't cripple him."

Liu Xueying was also unwilling to show weakness, her eyes coldly staring at the heavily made-up girl, her body emitting an unyielding Aura.

"Death-seeking bitch, how dare you talk back to This Princess!"

A cold light flashed in the heavily made-up girl's eyes, and then she struck another palm. The palm force carried an invisible wave of air, blasting toward Liu Xueying.

Liu Xueying's figure flickered, and a battle sword suddenly appeared in her hand as she slashed toward the heavily made-up girl.

Because the heavily made-up girl's strength had reached the Divine Origin Realm Eighth Layer, even though Liu Xueying used a battle sword, she was still being suppressed and beaten by the heavily made-up girl.

"Bang...!" Within a few rounds, Liu Xueying was sent flying by a palm from the heavily made-up girl.

After blowing Liu Xueying away, the heavily made-up girl still refused to stop. Her jade hands turned from palms into claws, clawing toward Liu Xueying's world-toppling face.

If this hit, Liu Xueying would definitely be disfigured on the spot.

"Holy crap, this old hag is really ruthless!"

Yang Lingchen knew he couldn't just keep watching; after all, Liu Xueying could be considered an acquaintance, plus he already had no good feelings toward the Imperial Family.

Just as the heavily made-up girl's claw was about to touch Liu Xueying's pretty face, Yang Lingchen's figure flashed, instantly grabbing the heavily made-up girl's wrist. At the same time, with a jolt, he directly knocked her back seven or eight meters.

"Stinky brat, how dare you act against This Princess! Now kneel down for This Princess immediately, otherwise This Princess will exterminate your nine generations!"

The heavily made-up girl's gaze was chilly, looking at Yang Lingchen like a poisonous snake, her voice sharp and piercing.

"Idiot!"

A cold smile curled at the corner of Yang Lingchen's mouth, and then he looked at Liu Xueying: "Miss Xueying, can you still walk?"

Yang Lingchen's tone carried a hint of teasing.

"Of course I can walk!"

Liu Xueying said through gritted teeth. She tried hard to stand up, but her body was a bit shaky.

"Fine! Then why aren't you leaving? Waiting to be bitten by a mad dog?"

Yang Lingchen spoke, his gaze sweeping over the heavily made-up girl.

"Pfft...!"

Liu Xueying burst into laughter, and the fullness of her chest trembled slightly.

"Gulp...!" Yang Lingchen involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Seeing Yang Lingchen staring there, Liu Xueying's face immediately turned red, and she scolded, "What are you looking at! scoundrel!"

"Seeking death!"

Seeing that the two of them completely ignored her, the heavily made-up girl was instantly enraged. Her battle sword unsheathed, carrying a chilling Aura as she slashed toward Yang Lingchen.

"scoundrel, be careful!" Liu Xueying hurriedly reminded him.

Yang Lingchen's face instantly turned cold. The heaven-reaching staff in his hand was suddenly swung out, carrying an invisible Protective Aura, as if it was going to tear the air apart, smashing toward the heavily made-up girl.

"Bang...!"

After one strike, the heavily made-up girl was directly blown away by Yang Lingchen, and the battle sword in her hand also flew out.

"I've seen many who are ugly, but this is the first time I've seen someone so ugly and so bitchy." Yang Lingchen gave the heavily made-up girl a cold glance, his eyes full of disdain.

"Stinky brat, you wait! This Princess will definitely exterminate your entire clan!"

The heavily made-up girl's gaze was full of malice as she looked at Yang Lingchen, her voice full of threats.

"You bitch, you really don't know what's good for you!"

Yang Lingchen's eyes turned sharp, his figure suddenly flashed out, and in an instant, dozens of slaps were delivered, directly turning the heavily made-up girl into a pig's head!

"Are you satisfied now?"

Yang Lingchen's eyes were full of anger; he didn't care at all about the other party's status as a princess.

Since he had already offended one Eighth Prince, Yang Lingchen didn't mind offending one more princess.

Liu Xueying, who was on the side, looked completely bewildered, her heart filled with shock: "Is this guy even a man? Such a beautiful woman was actually beaten into a pig's head by him! This is way too brutal!"

Liu Xueying's eyes widened as she looked at Yang Lingchen, as if she didn't recognize him.

"Holy crap, Alchemist Yang is way too fierce!"

"Yeah! This is Princess Qing of the Great Yan Dynasty!"

"But I support Alchemist Yang in spirit. This Princess Qing usually acts so arrogant; she deserves to be beaten!"

"Shh! Keep your voice down, do you want to die?"

At this moment, the crowd of onlookers was dumbfounded; they really didn't want to believe that Yang Lingchen actually dared to beat the princess like this.

"Silly girl, why aren't you leaving? Are you waiting for her to find someone for revenge?" Yang Lingchen looked at Liu Xueying and said, his tone somewhat urgent.

"I'm a bit unable to walk! Take me to the Alchemy Institute!" Liu Xueying had been quite badly injured just now, and walking was indeed a bit difficult; her voice carried a hint of weakness.

"You should have said so earlier!" Yang Lingchen grabbed Liu Xueying and held her, then flew toward the Alchemy Institute.

"Ahhh...! scoundrel, get your wandering hands off me!" Liu Xueying scolded angrily, her face full of shame and indignation.