"The talent of His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince is indeed amazing. If you practice hard, you can reach the level of a first-grade craftsman within five years." Zon said in admiration.
A more smug look appeared on Hachioji's face.
Zhang Ruochen and Shan Xiangling walked over.
"Scarlet Cloud Sect, Shan Xiangling, I pay my respects to Mr. Zuoen Artifact Refiner. This is a letter from my father!" Shan Xiangling took out a letter and handed it to him.
Zon opened the letter, and after reading the contents of the letter, he looked at Shan Xiangling again and said, "Your father mentioned in the letter that your spiritual power has reached the sixteenth level?"
Shan Xiangling nodded and said, "That's right!"
Zon refolded the letter and said: "Your father, Sect Master Chiyun, and I are old friends. Since you are talented, I will naturally accept your disciple. From today on, you will be my first disciple." Nineteen disciples."
Shan Xiangling was overjoyed, and hurriedly bowed and said, "Students pay respects to the teacher!"
"It's really great! Junior sister, I'm also a disciple of Zon's weapon refiner. From now on, we can cultivate spiritual power together, learn inscription patterns and weapon refinement!" Hachioji said happily.
Shan Xiangling ignored the Eighth Prince, looked at Zhang Ruochen, introduced to Zuo En, and said, "Teacher, this is the Ninth Prince of Yunwu County. He wants to ask you some knowledge about the inscription patterns!"
Zuo En stared at Zhang Ruochen, and said: "I have two rules for accepting disciples. If you are over 20 years old, you will not be accepted; if your mental strength has not reached the twelfth level, you will not be accepted. If you do not meet the standard, even a prince will not accept it." You are not qualified to be my disciple."
The Eighth Prince smiled sarcastically. In his opinion, Zhang Ruochen's talent in martial arts is indeed very high, but his talent in mental power may not be as good as him.
Zhang Ruochen looked at Zuo En and said, "Your Excellency, you misunderstood! I'm not here to apprentice, but I just want to ask some knowledge about inscription patterns."
When the other warriors saw Zon, they all showed respect and respect, which made him used to the feeling of superiority. But Zhang Ruochen spoke to him straight up, which naturally displeased Zon.
Zhang Ruochen was not arrogant, but just wanted to communicate with Zon in an equal manner. Zhang Ruochen is even stronger than Zon in the cultivation of spiritual power, so there is no need to look up to him.
Zon snorted coldly, and said: "So ambitious! If you want to carve inscriptions, you must first cultivate your spiritual power. The higher your spiritual power, the higher the success rate of engraving inscriptions. If your spiritual power is even lower than the fifteenth level Without it, it is absolutely impossible to successfully engrave the inscription pattern."
"Young man, has your spiritual power reached the fifteenth level?"
Zhang Ruochen asked: "You mean, as long as my spiritual power reaches the fifteenth level, I can ask you about the inscription pattern?"
"Hmm! If you have reached the fifteenth level of spiritual power, you are only qualified to be my disciple. If you want to share the knowledge of inscriptions on an equal footing with me, unless your spiritual power reaches the twentieth level." Zon said proudly.
If the mental strength reaches the twentieth rank, one can generally become a second-rank refiner.
After reaching the fifteenth level, it is very difficult to raise one level of mental strength, and it is as difficult as climbing to the sky if you want to cultivate to the twentieth level. Otherwise, second-grade craftsmen would not be so rare, and even the entire Scarlet Cloud Sect couldn't recruit one.
"Twenty steps? I'll give it a try."
Zhang Ruochen stared at the God-testing stone not far away, walked over directly, and gently pressed his palm on the surface of the God-testing stone.
"Twenty? He has never cultivated spiritual power, how could he reach the twentieth?" The corners of the eighth prince's mouth turned up slightly, with a sneer.
Zon said: "What a lunatic! Even a gifted spiritual genius, it is impossible to cultivate the spirit to the twentieth level before the age of twenty."
Shan Xiangling showed a somewhat curious look, she believed that Zhang Ruochen would not do anything he was not sure about!
Could it be that his spiritual power is really so against the sky?
Zhang Ruochen closed his eyes and poured his mental power into the God-testing Stone.
"Wow—"
When measuring the surface of the divine stone, circles of light patterns immediately appeared.
One circle of light streaks, two circles of light streaks, three circles of light streaks...
Each streak of light represents a level of spiritual power.
When the number of light patterns on the God Stone reached 20 circles, Zon was so shocked that his jaw dropped to the ground, he was dumbfounded, and looked at Zhang Ruochen like a monster.
"Impossible, impossible..." The eighth prince's face was pale, and he kept chanting, completely unable to believe what he saw.
Shan Xiangling was also very shocked, staring at Zhang Ruochen, her beautiful eyes shone with brilliance.
When twenty circles of light patterns appeared on the God-testing stone, Zhang Ruochen stopped releasing his mental power and retracted his palm.
Zuo En could see that Zhang Ruochen had reservations, his mental strength definitely exceeded the twentieth rank.
His attitude changed a hundred and eighty degrees, and he immediately went up to meet him, and said with a smile, "It turns out that His Highness the Ninth Prince is actually a man with strong spiritual power. I have offended you just now, so please don't be offended by His Highness the Ninth Prince."
At only sixteen years old, his mental power can reach the twentieth rank, and his future achievements are definitely beyond the imagination of ordinary people. Maybe he still needs Zhang Ruochen's advice in the future, so he immediately changed his attitude and took the initiative to show his favor to Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen said: "I just want to ask the master some knowledge about the inscription pattern and the technique of carving the inscription pattern!"
"No problem! Your Highness Ninth Prince, please come with me. Let's go to a secluded place to exchange knowledge on spiritual power and inscriptions." Zon said with a smile.
Zhang Ruochen nodded, and walked towards a hall of the Inscription Pattern Guild together with Zon. Shan Xiangling followed immediately.
...
Coming out of the Inscription Pattern Guild, the Eighth Prince's face was gloomy, and his heart was extremely angry.
"It's really disgusting! That trash Zhang Ruochen, I slapped him before, but he didn't dare to fight back. Now he's actually riding on my head. How could he be so talented? How could it be possible?"
The Eighth Prince gritted his teeth with hatred, and suddenly saw an ancient antelope horse parked outside the Inscription Run Guild.
That's Zhang Ruochen's car!
At this moment, Yun'er was sitting on the shaft of the antelope horse, quietly waiting for Zhang Ruochen, looking in the direction of the Inscription Pattern Guild from time to time.
Seeing the Eighth Prince approaching, Yun'er showed a look of fear on her face, and immediately saluted, saying, "Meet Your Highness the Eighth Prince!"
The eighth prince said with a cold face, "This prince is going back to the palace, take me back."
Yun'er's face showed distress, and she said with some fear: "But...but this is the car of His Royal Highness Ninth Prince..."
"Snapped!"
The Eighth Prince slapped Yun'er and sent Yun'er flying three meters away.
Yun'er's face was swollen and bloodshot from the beating, and a five-finger imprint immediately appeared, and she kept vomiting blood, her head was dizzy, her jaw was dislocated, and she felt like she was about to die.
The eighth prince stepped on Yuner's body, and said with a ferocious face: "The ninth prince is a prince, isn't this prince a prince? You are just a maidservant, and you dare to disobey this prince's order? Believe it or not The blood food that can turn your parents into beasts, and turn you into the cheapest whore? Hmph!"
After saying this, the Eighth Prince flicked his sleeves, boarded the ancient antelope chariot, and shouted: "Why don't you drive faster? You have offended this prince, and this prince will make your life worse than death."
Yun'er was very terrified, she was just a maid, and the Eighth Prince only needed one word to destroy her family.
She stood up with difficulty, endured the pain on her face, sat on the ancient antelope carriage, and drove the ancient carriage towards the direction of the palace.
The Eighth Prince sat in the ancient car, holding his hands tightly, with a gloomy look in his eyes, "Zhang Ruochen, you must have obtained some great treasure, otherwise, it would be impossible 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 that treasure obediently. As long as I get that treasure, my cultivation base can also advance by leaps and bounds and become a martial artist." Master."
"When I become a strong martial artist, Zhang Ruochen will be the first person to die. And that bitch Shan Xiangling, when the time comes, I will make you a plaything for the prince. Haha!"
On the streets at night, there are fewer and fewer pedestrians.
Two men in black stood on the roof next to the street, staring at the ancient antelope carriage passing below.
"Is that the Ninth Prince's car?" One of the tall and thin men in black asked gloomyly.
On his back, he carried an iron wire bow and ten thunder arrows, and his whole body exuded a cold murderous aura.
Another short, fat man in black sneered, "It must be him. You see, the palace lady driving the car is exactly the same as the portrait Miss Han gave us. She is the maid beside the Ninth Prince. At this moment, the Ninth Prince is in the car middle."
"Quack! Assassinating a prince is so exciting! As long as we complete this mission, Miss Han will definitely reward us generously."
The tall and thin man in black drew out a Thunder Arrow, put it on the bowstring, and aimed it at the ancient antelope chariot!