Chapter 16: Could it be that I've cultivated incorrectly?

An insider? What insider?

Yang Jun listened to Xiao Feng's words, slightly startled.

Meanwhile, his brow instantly furrowed.

The word 'insider' sounds touching, but in reality these three words could be deadly.

Hold on, according to the original plot, I should already be dead by now, so it's impossible for me to get involved with Yun Fengyue.

It seems this is also due to my appearance, thereby causing changes in events here.

But no matter how beautiful the Elder Princess is, she's like a poisonous mushroom—you can admire her but absolutely cannot eat her, otherwise the consequences are obvious.

Actually, even if I had that intention, I couldn't achieve it.

Whether it's Yun Fengyun or Zhou Tian, they've probably already got me firmly in their sights.

Any disturbance, and either of them could strike and reduce me to dust.

"Xiao Feng, I appreciate the Elder Princess's feelings, but you should hurry back and report with these things."

Yang Jun gave a slight smile and spoke.

"Feelings received? Take the things back?"

Xiao Feng heard Yang Jun's words and was slightly startled.

"Just take the things back and faithfully convey my words to the Elder Princess."

Yang Jun made up his mind; since he couldn't have any involvement with the Elder Princess, it's best to keep things clear and simple between them.

After saying that, Yang Jun turned and left, not giving Xiao Feng any time to respond; rather than waste time here, he might as well go find Leng Qingyue.

Xiao Feng was very resentful; the Elder Princess sent me here, but the meaning still isn't clear.

But Yang Jun actually ignores me so completely.

The most surprising is Deng Jian; this Xiao Feng is quite impressive—young, from the Elder Princess's mansion, and bearing an innate noble air.

Given the heir apparent's usual habits, he should be pulling little hands, touching waists, kissing little lips, taking advantage.

Right, the heir apparent has grown up!

The old prince's passing isn't entirely bad; at least now, because of these things, we can see the heir apparent's change.

Xiao Feng was sent by Deng Jian to outside the prince's mansion, but she still felt unwilling.

"Steward Deng, my lord sincerely wishes to ally with the heir apparent, so why does the heir apparent keep people at arm's length?"

Xiao Feng asked Deng Jian; regarding this matter, she still wanted to get to the bottom of it, at least to have something to report to her master.

"Miss Xiao Feng, this is a misunderstanding on your part about my heir apparent."

"Misunderstanding?"

"Yes, I believe Miss Xiao Feng also understands that since the old prince's passing, the Prince Pingxi's mansion has become a target, stared down by everyone."

"The heir apparent does this because he fears implicating the Elder Princess, worrying that his actions might bring trouble upon her."

"Although they're just gifts, if the heir apparent accepts them, to those with ulterior motives it would look like proof of his alliance with the Elder Princess, misleading her."

Deng Jian's explanation made Xiao Feng's eyes light up, and she nodded repeatedly.

Upon careful thought, isn't that exactly the case?

"I understand; I must properly explain things to the Elder Princess—this heir apparent is worth befriending."

Xiao Feng beamed with joy, yet also felt a surge of emotion.

It seems I'm shallow; compared to the heir apparent and his ilk, I'm really too inexperienced, not even understanding how to interact like this.

Deng Jian also gave a slight smile and let out a gentle sigh.

Now, at the Prince Pingxi's mansion, everything must be done with extreme caution; balance is essential.

……

In the dungeon, Yang Jun walked in.

At this moment, he was still thinking about what just happened.

【Getting involved with someone like the Elder Princess Yun Fengyue, am I just asking for death?】

【Forget it, forget it; nobody can afford to provoke them; I'm a small fry, I just want to preserve my life—is that okay?】

Yang Jun actually also wore a resentful look at this moment.

Such a situation would leave anyone thoroughly dissatisfied.

And Leng Qingyue, who was lying there, immediately woke up; there's no way—who made her able to hear Yang Jun's inner thoughts?

However, when Leng Qingyue opened her eyes wide and sat up, Yang Jun had already seen her earlier appearance.

"What are you doing? Do you even know your status? You're my prisoner, yet you come here to sleep? Aren't you being too disrespectful?"

Yang Jun stepped forward, shouting a rebuke; as he shouted, he simultaneously swung his right hand.

With a crisp slap, a sharp blow landed on Leng Qingyue's cheek.

"Bastard, rascal, petty villain, you—why did you hit me?"

Leng Qingyue was dazed and very dissatisfied.

Such a thing was absolutely unacceptable to her.

"Dragon Nurturing Divine Technique, I have already cultivated it."

Yang Jun looked at Leng Qingyue and spoke.

"You've cultivated it, so why hit me?"

Leng Qingyue furrowed her brows, laughing and crying at once.

However, she felt disdain inside.

"You've cultivated it? So what?"

"Do you really think such a technique can be easily cultivated?"

Oh, sorry, I couldn't stop my hand in time.

By the way, is there anything hard about cultivating this technique? Also, when did you turn sixteen?

Yang Jun frowned; at present the Pingxi Prince's Mansion is stormy and uncertain, and if I don't quickly become strong, I will surely encounter great trouble.

That being the case, to possess the Ziyang Holy Body as early as possible is the best.

What a coincidence, I just turned sixteen today, but how's your cultivation going?

You keep asking, is it that you can't cultivate?

Let me tell you, the Dragon Nurturing Divine Technique is not that easy to cultivate.

Even my little junior brother, who is acclaimed as a genius, took ten days to reach the first level.

You've only been at it this short time, and you already want to achieve what result?

Leng Qingyue smiled, and even while speaking, she still carried a hint of contempt.

Furthermore, under these circumstances, she kept shaking her head, using this manner to express her disagreement.

【What? Zhou Tian also took ten days?】

【Could it be that I really cultivated wrong? How do I feel like I've already entered the first layer?】

【No way, how long has it been? Just one night.】

【My talent couldn't possibly be said to be greater than that so-called heaven's chosen protagonist Zhou Tian, could it?】

【Or maybe I cultivated wrong myself?】

Yang Jun, facing this, stared wide-eyed for a moment.

Regarding such a matter, he really didn't dare to imagine too much.

If cultivation goes wrong, wouldn't it cause deviation into demonic possession?

As for such a matter, Yang Jun also had his own thoughts.

According to the original book's plot, the Heir of Prince Pingxi, Yang Jun, had already died long ago.

So, as for whether this kind of technique is suitable or not, there's no way to know.

Above, only a head was sticking out.