Chapter 266: Chapter 266

Zhao Letian and others, as candidates for the Prince Consort, held a status far from ordinary, not mixed with common people in the square, but stood atop the tower of the Royal Palace.

However, they were only standing at the edge of the tower, a lot of space was left empty in the middle that even they were not qualified to occupy with seats.

At this moment, only the Princess, sitting next to the principal seat in the center, no one else occupied any of the other seats.

Suddenly, the crowd looked up toward the sky, seeing a middle-aged man dressed in white robes, with a refined appearance and a warm smile, treading the air as if walking on an invisible path.

And behind him followed a robust youth in black clothing.

"Murong Zhan? To be able to make this guy honestly follow behind him, that white-robed middle-aged man must be Scholar King, right?"

Zhao Letian recognized the black-clothed youth at a glance, surveying the white-robed middle-aged man and thinking to himself.

That white-robed middle-aged man seemed very ordinary, like a frail scholar, his body radiating no detectable aura. However, his every gesture and step contained an incredibly profound rhythm of the Way, clearly, his cultivation had reached a terrifying level, inconceivable to Zhao Letian.

"It's the Scholar King Murong Yunxuan."

"Lord Scholar King is a high-standing King-level Expert, rarely seen in public, only the Monarch's birthday could warrant his personal presence."

The crowd discussed animatedly, their eyes on Scholar King Murong Yunxuan filled with reverence.

King-level Experts have almost reached the pinnacle of martial arts in Gray Wolf Kingdom, legendary figures that people can only look up to, truly unparalleled experts, worthy of everyone's utmost reverence and worship.

"Wan'er, how is King Brother's health?"

Murong Yunxuan, along with Murong Zhan, came directly to the tower of the Royal Palace, looking at the Princess in a white long dress and a veil, and gently smiled.

"Thank you for your concern, Uncle King. Father is in good health, but, as you know, his lifespan is nearing its end, it's not suitable for him to move around; he is currently resting in the palace and will come later. Please take a seat first, Uncle King."

The Princess stood up very politely and spoke, her tone carrying a hint of sadness.

The King of Gray Wolf, her father, was nearing the end of his life, and she felt extremely pained and powerless.

A hint of sadness flashed in Murong Yunxuan's eyes, then he nodded and sat down on another seat below the main one, while Murong Zhan stood behind him. For a s^m^oot-he.r r&e$a+d-i@ng ex#p*eri&en!ce.,^ vi.sit M^V&^L+E@MPYR.$

The King of Gray Wolf, being the brother of Scholar King, watching his brother's remaining days dwindling, naturally felt very distressed.

"Wan'er? So the Princess's name is Murong Wan'er."

Zhao Letian, standing not too far away, heard their conversation and firmly remembered this name.

"Somebody else is coming!"

The crowd in the square once again became agitated, looking up into the sky.

This time, they saw a sturdy old man in animal skins, with a rugged face and disheveled hair, walking barefoot with large strides.

This person, unlike Scholar King, did not purposely conceal his aura; the natural aura emanating from him was like the vast ocean, boundless and unfathomable, making everyone in the square feel a deep-rooted tremor and fear in their souls, convinced that if he intended to strike, a single slap might leave few survivors in the entire square.

"This fellow, having already become the Dean, is still so carefree."

Scholar King Murong Yunxuan, seeing the man approaching, shook his head and smiled helplessly.

"It's the Vice Dean of Holy Spirit Academy."

"It's said that Holy Spirit Academy has two deans, one principal and one vice. Both are King-level Experts, usually as elusive as dragons, their heads seen but not their tails, even most of the students at Holy Spirit Academy have never seen them."

People were discussing.

"Vice Dean? Another King-level Expert."

Zhao Letian's gaze sharpened as he closely observed the elder dressed in animal hide.

The administration of Holy Spirit Academy was very lax, or it would be better to say, extremely liberal and open; not to mention the Dean himself, he had never even seen regular school instructors on a daily basis.

"Haha, little brother, you've arrived quite early."

The Vice Dean of Holy Spirit Academy landed on the Royal Palace tower and looked towards Prince Murong Yunxuan with a hearty laugh.

"Are you kidding me? The Monarch is my elder brother, how could I not come early to his birthday celebration? Have a seat, let's chat at our leisure."

Prince Murong Yunxuan shook his head with a smile.

The Vice Dean of Holy Spirit Academy nodded and then sat next to Murong Yunxuan.

"Big brother, where's the Dean, why hasn't he come?"

Murong Yunxuan suddenly asked.

"Sigh, isn't it the same situation as with our Great Monarch? My elder brother's life span is also nearly depleted. Recently, he has been searching everywhere for Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures that can prolong life, truly unable to be here himself. Thus, he had me represent him to convey birthday wishes to the Great Monarch."

The Vice Dean of Holy Spirit Academy sighed.

"Again, life span. When it's mentioned, it really is quite sad. We, as Martial Artists, despite possessing skills that reach the heavens and pierce the earth, still cannot escape the ravages of time. Perhaps, only when one truly reaches the peak of martial arts, might one's life span match the heavens and achieve immortality."

Murong Yunxuan remarked emotionally.

"Yes, no matter how strong you are or how gifted, as long as you haven't reached the peak of martial arts, there will eventually come a day when your life span is exhausted. By then, all efforts will be in vain, ultimately becoming just a mound of yellow earth."

The Vice Dean of Holy Spirit Academy shook his head helplessly.

Zhao Letian heard their conversation and couldn't help but frown, a thoughtful expression appearing in his eyes.

"Look quickly, someone else has arrived."

At this moment, the crowd grew noisy again.

Looking up, they saw two people casually walking through the air, both radiating the terrifying aura of King-level Experts.

One of them was clad in golden armor, with a robust and imposing figure, graying hair and beard, exuding an aura of inherent dignity characteristic of someone long accustomed to power.

Following behind this person was a young girl, none other than Murong Qian, who had previously had disputes with Zhao Letian.

The other individual was dressed in a purple robe, carrying an air of suave elegance. Behind him likewise followed someone, none other than Yu Wenhui.

"They are Prince Murong Batian and the Family Head of the Yu family, Yu Wende."

People immediately recognized the two King-level Experts who had just arrived.

"Prince Murong Batian? Yu Wende?"

Seeing these two arrive, Zhao Letian's expression turned somewhat sour, given his past conflicts with these two families.