Chapter 273: Chapter 273

Zhao Letian's words once again silenced everyone.

Taking three Life Extension Pills could increase lifespan by eighteen years.

Zhao Letian offered nine Life Extension Pills, enough to let three people each extend their lifespan by eighteen years.

Or alternatively, allow nine people to each extend their lifespan by ten years.

Even to the Royal Family, this was an enormous treasure, and to other powers, it was beyond measure, far surpassing the congratulatory gifts offered by other Prince Consort candidates.

At this moment, no one dared to call Zhao Letian's gift meager anymore.

The faces of Wanyan Zheng and others were all ashen, clouded with a frosty gloom, and their gazes towards Zhao Letian were filled with burning jealousy.

Even Ao Tian, who had offered the Guardian Clan's Sacred Beast, now furrowed his brows.

Although the value of a King-level demon beast was incalculable, it meant little to the Monarch; what the Monarch needed now were treasures that could extend life. In this regard, his gift could not compare with Zhao Letian's.

"Life-extending elixirs have long been lost to time. If he managed to come upon one by sheer luck, it would be against all odds, but how could he possibly produce so many elixirs?"

Baru's expression also became very grave; he no longer dared to take Zhao Letian lightly. This chapter first appeared on *.

His promise to the Monarch was only to help find a way to extend life and longevity; whether it could be fulfilled was still uncertain.

Yet Zhao Letian's gift directly addressed the Monarch's issue regarding lifespan.

In comparison, Baru's promise seemed trivial and powerless.

"This guy, indeed, did not disappoint me, his gift is truly astounding."

Murong Zhan's heart eased, and his eyes revealed a hint of pleasant surprise.

Simultaneously, the Princess's knitted brows also relaxed, and her beautiful eyes reflected a sense of relief.

Zhao Letian's ability to produce such precious elixirs was proof enough of his sincerity, and it was no injustice to the Princess's sentiments towards him.

At the same time, the gazes of those King-level Experts quietly revealed a fiery intensity.

Elixirs that could lengthen lifespan were also extremely precious to them; if one day they faced the same situation as the Monarch, then such an elixir would become their lifeline.

However, the elixirs Zhao Letian presented were congratulatory gifts for the Monarch, and they dared not harbor any improper thoughts.

"Eighteen years? Nine Life Extension Pills? Good, very good. Zhao Zilong, is it? Come with me. The final candidate for Prince Consort will be determined after the end of the Imperial Secret Realm. Everyone else, continue the celebration. Wan'er, come with me too."

Monarch Murong Shengxiong got up, his face wearing a joyful smile, his voice tinged with excitement.

If it were only ten years, he did not have much confidence to advance his cultivation further, but with eighteen years, he had more than a seventy percent chance to enhance his cultivation and gain a longer lifespan. How could he not be excited?

After speaking, he took Zhao Letian and the Princess, and they flew towards the depths of the Royal Palace.

Seeing this, the faces of the other Prince Consort candidates all turned very ugly.

Although the Monarch had not formally announced the result of the assessment, his actions conveyed to everyone who the ultimate winner was.

At this moment, everyone understood very clearly, Zhao Letian, who was taken away by the Monarch, had won the assessment.

They, born of prestigious noble families with vast backgrounds, geniuses with immense support, ultimately lost to a humble youth without any background to speak of, from a small place—an utmost humiliation.

They will never forget the humiliation of today, and they will surely return it to Zhao Letian twofold in the future.

"That direction? It's the Royal Harem. He was actually invited by the Monarch to the Royal Harem, and even accompanying the Princess, damn it."

Meng Yi gazed at the vanishing silhouettes of Zhao Letian and the others, his brow furrowing, his eyes filled with jealous rage.

The Royal Harem, for men, is a forbidden territory, where no man other than the Monarch can enter at will.

Even Meng Yi, the adopted son of the Monarch, has never set foot in the Royal Harem. Zhao Letian being invited into the Royal Harem by the Monarch is a supreme honor, naturally evoking intense jealousy in Meng Yi.

What's more, even though Meng Yi is not a candidate for Prince Consort, he has always harbored affection for the Princess, to whom he has no blood relation.

Watching Zhao Letian becoming increasingly likely to be the final choice for Prince Consort, Meng Yi feels an agonizing pain in his heart, wishing he could kill all the candidates, including Zhao Letian, if possible.

"Hmph, it's just an assessment. Since the Monarch said the final results will only be announced after the Imperial Secret Realm event ends, one can see the Monarch's emphasis on that realm. That is the most crucial assessment. Whoever performs admirably in the Imperial Secret Realm, winning honor and benefits for the Monarch and Gray Wolf Kingdom, only they will qualify to become the final Prince Consort candidate."

While the other Prince Consort candidates were disheartened, Baru suddenly snorted with indifference.

He still believed that securing the position of final Prince Consort candidate was inevitable, confident in his own strength. He was determined to be the most shining talent among the candidates in the Imperial Secret Realm. Only he was worthy of the Princess.

"The Imperial Secret Realm? Yes, there is still a chance."

Wanyan Zheng and the others' eyes lit up, reigniting their hopes.

They too were extremely confident in their own abilities. Even Wanyan Zheng, the weakest among them, did not believe he was inferior to Zhao Letian.

As long as they stand out in the Imperial Secret Realm and surpass everyone else, they still have a chance to compete for the final Prince Consort selection.

"Baru, I would like to duel with you."

Just then, Yanmoluo, dressed as a Fan Monk, suddenly brought his hands together and approached the towering Baru, saying so with spirited battle intention in his eyes and the aura of the Demon Buddha surging around him.

Everyone's expressions shifted, and they curiously looked over.

Yanmoluo was an incredibly mysterious prodigy, rarely showing his capability in front of others. Yet, those who knew him were aware that his strength was terrifying, not at all weaker than Meng Yi and Hua Qianyang—perhaps even stronger.

"Fighting you, I'll go all out. It's very possible I won't control my strength and end up killing you accidentally. Do you still dare to fight me?"

Baru looked down at Yanmoluo with disdain in his eyes, speaking coldly.

As the strongest existence beneath the Sect Martial Realm, Baru never took anyone in the True Martial Realm seriously, including Yanmoluo and the others.

"What is there to fear in death? If this monk does not even have the courage to battle you, then there's no point in continuing on this martial path."

Yanmoluo replied with a faint smile, showing no sign of fear.

"Very well, follow me."

Baru said indifferently, then proceeded to perform the Floating Step, soaring into the sky without the aid of any Spiritual Artifact, akin to a Sect Martial Realm expert.

Yanmoluo's expression remained calm. He too soared up into the sky and rapidly followed.

"Let's go, let's see this."

The other Prince Consort candidates leapt up one by one, catching up to them.