[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn":3,"chapter-thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-47":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Thirteen Years as King of the Great Song, I Learned I Was the Dragon",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2271742,4437,"Chapter 47","thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-47",47,"\u003Cp>It was evening when he left Tianlong Temple; a warm breeze brushed past, fragrant flowers and grass filled the air, and Zhao Ti walked home beneath the fading sunset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After returning to the inn and eating a little, he began his cultivation; the Illusion Yin Qi enveloped heaven and earth within his body, covering the Sunflower Qi, which hid in a corner, daring not to stir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Illusion Yin Qi was so tyrannical, Zhao Ti thought inwardly; it seemed the version Kunlun practiced during the Yitian era was not the complete one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seas turn to mulberry fields, war rages endlessly—many martial arts grow more fragmented with each transmission, and some vanish entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After completing one great cycle of his cultivation, he felt his internal strength had increased further; seven days remained until Jiumozhi ’s promised arrival, and he should be able to reach the fifth level of Illusion Yin Finger Technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the fifth level of Illusion Yin Finger, the Zhongchong point on the finger opens; then, besides the Shaoshang point, he could also unleash Qi from Zhongchong to harm others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Days passed swiftly; at dawn that day, he achieved the fifth level of Illusion Yin Finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti raised his hand and struck the beam; two light, eerie sounds rang out, and two small holes pierced the beam, deeper than an inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After resting, he washed, ate breakfast, then took Zhou Dong and Su Yuan for a stroll through the city; according to schedule, Jiumozhi  would arrive in two days, and the monks of Tianlong Temple were now intensifying their training—best not to disturb them yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wandered through Dali City, arriving at Wuwei Temple, which was bustling with activity; no one knew what festival it was, but the number of pilgrims far exceeded the usual—men and women, families with children, elderly and toddlers, laughing and playing, a riot of noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Zhao Ti saw a slender black-clad figure standing beneath a tree near the temple gate, standing cold and still amid the bustling crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked over and smiled: “Miss Mu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Wanjing’s eyes, dark as polished lacquer, studied him for a long moment: “Young Master Zhao truly keeps his word.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti heard her voice hollow, unlike its usual soft melody; he guessed Qin Hongmian must have returned and likely joined Gan Baobao in confronting Duan Zhengchun—perhaps she already knew her true origins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Duan Yanqing’s original plan, now unworkable—two of the Four Evils were gone; whether Duan Yanqing still remained in Wanchou Valley was uncertain, and Mu Wanjing’s previous timeline with him had long since been erased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled faintly: “Of course I keep my word.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Wanjing’s eyelashes dipped slightly: “How is the Black Rose?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti said: “Well-fed and strong; I didn’t bring her out today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Wanjing looked at him: “I’ll go with you to get the horse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti looked up at the sky: “The day is clear and bright; why rush? Come with me, Miss Mu, let’s stroll around Dali and enjoy its scenery—the horse can wait.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Wanjing said nothing; Zhao Ti turned and walked into Wuwei Temple, and after a few silent breaths, she followed behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wandered through Wuwei Temple, then visited the city’s famous sights; by afternoon, Mu Wanjing said: “I must return.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti said: “It’s still early—why so eager?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Wanjing said: “I told my master I’d be out briefly; I’ve been gone too long—she might come looking for me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti nodded; he knew Qin Hongmian’s nature well: “Then let’s meet again here tomorrow at Wuwei Temple.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Wanjing said: “Then I won’t take the horse today.” With that, she turned and left northward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, as soon as Zhao Ti arrived at Wuwei Temple, he saw Mu Wanjing hurrying toward him from afar: “Young Master Zhao, where’s the horse?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti smiled: “Didn’t we agree to stroll first, then take the horse?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Wanjing shook her head: “I’m leaving Dali immediately—keep the horse. Ride it yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti frowned: “Why leave so suddenly? What’s the hurry? Taking the horse won’t take long.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Wanjing whispered: “When I returned yesterday, my master scolded me. She’s packed and ready to leave the city and return to the mountains—I slipped out to see you and tell you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti thought: “I won’t stay in Dali long either—the Black Rose will ride with me. If you want to reclaim her later, you’ll have to go to Dongjing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dongjing?” Mu Wanjing’s eyes grew distant: “You really meant it when you said your home is in Dongjing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti said: “Why lie? Dongjing isn’t far—it’s not some distant horizon. You’ve been to Jiangnan; why not Dongjing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mu Wanjing fell silent for a moment, then opened her mouth—when suddenly she spotted two women approaching through the crowd, and panicked: “My master’s coming—Dongjing… we’ll talk about Dongjing later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti saw two women in martial attire scanning the crowd from afar—he guessed one was Qin Hongmian, the other Gan Baobao; Mu Wanjing spoke to them briefly, then all three vanished into the throng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused thoughtfully, then turned: “Let’s go back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Dong and Su Yuan agreed; the three returned to the inn. Zhao Ti checked on the Black Rose in the courtyard—after days cooped up, the horse pawed the ground the moment she saw him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti walked over and stroked her head: “Your mistress has matters to attend—so you’ll ride with me for now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The horse seemed to understand, nuzzling her head into his arm; Zhao Ti patted her a few times, then smiled and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Early the next morning, Zhao Ti arrived at Tianlong Temple; he had barely exchanged a few words with Benyin when a young novice entered: “Abbot, the state lord has arrived.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Benyin blinked, looking at Zhao Ti: “Young Master Zhao, our state lord’s visit—do you know why? Would you care to meet him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti wondered why Duan Zhengming had come to Tianlong Temple: “No harm in seeing him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The novice stepped out, then returned with two men; the leader was a tall, bearded man in black robes, with a refined, handsome face; behind him was a youth, his face flushed red and yellow, his expression terribly unwell—it was Duan Yu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Zhengming entered, clasped his hands in greeting; though Tianlong Temple was a royal temple, it was still a Buddhist monastery—no imperial or familial hierarchy applied; they met as equals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Yu spotted Zhao Ti at once, his face brightening: “Young Master Zhao? You said we’d meet again—and so we have!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti studied his unstable aura and frowned: “What happened to you, Young Master Duan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Yu said: “You don’t know—I was delivering a letter to a place called Wanchou Valley when I was attacked by a disabled villain who spoke with abdominal voice—he injured my Eight Extraordinary Meridians. Luckily, my household guards arrived; otherwise, he’d have tortured me to death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti nodded; it wasn’t the original poisoning—it was Duan Yanqing who struck him. Clearly, the meridian damage was severe, hence Duan Zhengming brought him to Tianlong Temple for healing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Zhengming, seeing they knew each other, said: “Master Benyin, this gentleman is…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Benyin quickly introduced Zhao Ti’s identity; Duan Zhengming listened, thought for a moment, then his expression changed drastically: “Are you the Prince of Yan of Great Song?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti had not used a false name; as King of Dali, Duan Zhengming, inheriting his predecessor’s desire to become a vassal of Great Song, had memorized the names of the recent Song imperial clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ti smiled: “Your Majesty has keen eyes—but this must remain secret.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duan Zhengming composed himself: “I know a little of Song court protocol—I was impolite.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside them, Benyin stared, then gave a wry smile; he had suspected Zhao Ti’s high status, but never imagined he was a Song prince: “Young Master Zhao, this…”\u003C\u002Fp>",1312,"2026-06-19T22:30:31.989Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","fa70ee4fbe2be4918725088c9fa94195d8e49d8857c40e2b53d34a91b79b2e6e","thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-48","thirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-chapter-46",270,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthirteen-years-as-king-of-the-great-song-i-learn-cover.jpg"]