"The talent of His Highness the Eighth Prince is indeed amazing. If you practice hard, you will be expected to reach the level of a first-class weapon refiner within five years." Zoren said in admiration.

The Eight Prince showed a more proud look on her face.

Zhang Ruochen and Shan Xiangling walked over.

"Chiyun Sect, Shan Xiangling, pay homage to Zuon's weapon refiner. This is the letter my father gave you!" Shan Xiangling took out a letter and handed it to him.

Zon started calling the letter. After reading the content of the letter, he looked Shan Xiangling and said, "Your father mentioned in the letter that your mental power has reached the sixteenth level?"

Shan Xiangling nodded and said, "That's right!"

Zon folded the letter again and said, "Your father, Master Chiyun, and I, are old friends. Since you have talent, I will naturally accept your disciples. From today on, you will be my 19th disciple."

Shan Xiangling was delighted, and hurriedly bowed and said, "Students greet the teacher!"

"It's so great! Junior sister, I am also a disciple of Zon's weapon refiner now. In the future, we can practice our mental power together, learn inscriptions and weapon refining!" The Eighth Prince said happily.

Shan Xiangling directly ignored the Eighth Prince, looked at Zhang Ruochen, introduced to Zoen, and said, "Teacher, this is the ninth prince of Yunwu County. He wants to ask you some knowledge about inscriptions!"

Zon stared at Zhang Ruochen and said, "There are two rules for accepting disciples. I have over 20 years old, but I will not accept them; my mental power has not reached the twelfth level, but I will not accept them. If I cannot meet the standards, even a prince is not qualified to become my disciple." The chapter on "Yu Yan Ge's intoxicated heart" has been uploaded.

The Eighth Prince smiled sarcastically. In his opinion, Zhang Ruochen's martial arts talent is indeed very high, but his talent in mental power may not be comparable to him.

Zhang Ruochen looked at Zoen and said, "Your Excellency has misunderstood! I am not here to become a disciple, but I just want to ask some knowledge about inscriptions."

When the other warriors saw Zoen, they all acted respectfully, which made him accustomed to the feeling of being arrogant. However, Zhang Ruochen spoke to him with his back straight, which naturally made Zoen quite unhappy.

Zhang Ruochen was not arrogant, but just wanted to communicate with Zoen with an equal attitude. In terms of spiritual cultivation, Zhang Ruochen was even more powerful than Zoen, so there was no need to look up to him.

Zon snorted coldly and said, "I am so ambitious! If you want to carve an inscription, you must first cultivate your mental power. The higher the mental power, the higher the success rate of carving an inscription. If your mental power is not even level 15, it is absolutely impossible to successfully carve the inscription."

"Young man, have your mental power reached the fifteenth level?"

Zhang Ruochen asked: "What do you mean is that as long as my mental power reaches the fifteenth level, can I ask you about inscriptions?"

"Gen! The mental power reaches the fifteenth level, and it is only worthy of being my disciple. If you want to exchange inscription knowledge with me on an equal footing, unless your mental power reaches the twentyth level." Zorn said proudly.

If you reach the twentyth level of mental power, you can usually become a second-grade weapon refiner.

After reaching the fifteenth level, it is very difficult to improve the first level of mental power. It is difficult to cultivate to the twenty level. Otherwise, second-grade weapon refiners would not be so rare, and even the entire Chiyun Sect could not recruit one.

"Are you level 20? I'll give it a try."

Zhang Ruochen stared at the divine test stone not far away, walked directly over, and gently pressed his palm on the surface of the divine test stone.

"Level 20? He has never cultivated his mental power before. How could he reach the level 20?" The corners of the Eighth Prince's mouth curled up slightly, with a sneer.

Zon said: "What a madman! Even a talented genius with extraordinary power can't cultivate his spirit to the twenty level before he was twenty."

Shan Xiangling showed a curious look. She believed that Zhang Ruochen should not do something unsure!

Is his mental power really so outrageous?

Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes and continuously injected his mental power into the God-Testing Stone.

"Wow"

On the surface of the divine stone, circles of light patterns immediately appeared.

One circle of light patterns, two circles of light patterns, three circles of light patterns...

Each light pattern represents the first-level mental power.

When the number of light patterns on the divine stone reached twenty circles, Zorn was so shocked that his chin fell to the ground, stunned, looking at Zhang Ruochen as if he was looking at a monster.

"Impossible, Impossible..." The Eight Prince's face turned pale, and he kept chanting in his mouth, completely unable to believe what he saw in front of him.

Shan Xiangling was also very shocked and stared at Zhang Ruochen, with a rippling radiant light in her beautiful eyes.

When twenty circles of light patterns appeared on the divine test stone, Zhang Ruochen stopped releasing his mental power and took back his palm.

Zon could see that Zhang Ruochen had some reservations, and his mental strength was definitely more than 20 levels.

His attitude changed by 180 degrees. He immediately met him and said with a smile: "It turns out that His Highness Ninth Prince is actually a strong mental power. I offended him so much just now. Please don't be surprised by His Highness Ninth Prince."

At the age of sixteen, his mental power can reach the twenty or above, and his future achievements are definitely not something that ordinary people can imagine. Maybe he still needs Zhang Ruochen's guidance in the future, so he immediately changed his attitude and took the initiative to show kindness to Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen said: "I just want to ask the master for some knowledge about inscriptions and techniques for portraying inscriptions!"

"No problem! Your Highness Ninth Prince, please come with me. Let's go to a secluded place to exchange spiritual power and knowledge on inscriptions together." Zorn said with a smile.

Zhang Ruochen nodded and walked towards a hall of the Mingwen Guild with Zoen. Shan Xiangling immediately followed.

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Walking out of the Inscription Guild, the Eighth Prince's face was gloomy and he was extremely angry.

"It's so hateful! Zhang Ruochen, who was a useless person, used to slap him, and he didn't dare to fight back. Now he actually rode on my head. How could his talent be so high? How could it be?"

The Eighth Prince gritted his teeth in hatred, and suddenly saw an ancient carriage parked outside the Mingwen Guild.

That was Zhang Ruochen's car!

At this moment, Yun'er was sitting on the seat of the chariot of the ancient Lingma carriage, quietly waiting for Zhang Ruochen, looking towards the Mingwen Guild from time to time.

Seeing the Eight Prince coming, Yun'er's face showed a look of fear and immediately saluted, saying, "Greetings to His Highness the Eight Prince!"

The Eighth Prince said with a cold face: "I want to go back to the palace and send me back."

Yun'er's face showed a look of dismay and said in fear: "But...but this is His Highness's carriage..."

"Bang!"

The Eighth Prince slapped out and beat Yun'er three meters away.

Yun'er's face was swollen and congested, and a five-finger mark immediately popped up, and she kept vomiting blood in her mouth, her head was dizzy, her chin was dislocated, and she felt like she wanted to die.

The Eighth Prince stepped on Yun'er's body and said with a ferocious face: "The Ninth Prince is a prince. Isn't this prince not a prince? You are just a maid and dare to disobey my orders? Do you believe this prince's words and you can turn your parents into blood food for wild beasts and turn you into the lowest-priced prostitute? Humph!"

After saying this, the Eighth Prince shook his sleeves and boarded the Ancient Lingma Carriage and shouted: "Why don't you drive quickly? If you offend me, I will make you worse than death."

Yun'er was very frightened. She was just a maid. The Eighth Prince needed only one word to destroy her family.

She stood up with difficulty, endured the pain on her face, sat on the ancient carriage of Lingma, drove the carriage towards the direction of the palace.

The Eighth Prince sat in the ancient car, clasping his hands tightly, with a gloomy look in his eyes, "Zhang Ruochen, you must have obtained some amazing treasure, otherwise, it would not have been possible to become so powerful in just three months."

"I still have a chance. As long as I control Concubine Lin and threaten him with Concubine Lin's life, he will definitely hand over the treasure obediently. As long as I get that treasure, my cultivation will also improve by leaps and bounds and become a martial arts master."

"When I become a martial arts master, the first person to die is Zhang Ruochen. And that bitch Shan Xiangling, then I will turn you into a toy under my prince's crotch. Haha!"

At night, pedestrians are becoming less and less.

Two men in black stood on the roof next to the street, staring at the ancient chariot of the ant horse passing by from below.

"That's the Ninth Prince's car?" One of the tall and thin men in black said gloomyly.

On his back, he was carrying an iron wire bow and ten thunder arrows, and his whole body emitted a cold murderous aura.

Another short and fat man in black sneered, "It must be him. Look at the palace maid who drove the car, exactly the same portrait as the portrait Miss Han gave us, it was the maid next to Prince Ninth. Prince Ninth is in the car at this moment."

"Gaga! It's so exciting to assassinate a prince! As long as you complete this mission, Miss Han will definitely give us a generous reward."
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