The Holy Maiden Uncovers My Coffin When I Just Become An Emperor's Corpse-Chapter 162: Appearance of the Zuowang Divine Stele!

Chapter 162: Chapter 162: Appearance of the Zuowang Divine Stele!

Yang Yan, carried in a palanquin by eight people, was sent out of the Princess Mansion, heading to the Wentian Daoist School.

About two sticks of incense later, the palanquin carried by eight people halted.

The Wentian Daoist School had arrived!

A servant lifted the curtain of the palanquin, and Yang Yan stepped out.

Standing in front of the palanquin, the scene before him entered his eyes.

This was a villa built surrounded by mountains, with a plaque on the grand gate inscribed with four large black characters: Wentian Daoist School.

These four characters, iron brush and silver hook, each character deeply embedded into the plaque, as though carved in three points deep into the wood.

Each stroke seemed to be conveying a kind of Dao Intent.

"The person who inscribed these four characters is quite remarkable!" Yang Yan thought to himself.

The grand gate was open, and with just a glance at the four characters, he had already seen the Dao Intent within.

In the four characters of Wentian Daoist School, the two strokes above the character ’Dao.’

The stroke on the right belonged to Sword Dao Intent.

"It has integrated Sword Dao into calligraphy!"

There was a sense of Literary path’s ambiance!

The flavor of Sword Dao was not intense.

But this technique was already considered quite exceptional.

Generally, those of the Dragon Transformation Realm probably couldn’t write this.

At least, it had to be someone of the Great Power Realm to inscribe it.

"Though the strokes are fully fierce, they lack a bit of a killing conception," Yang Yan thought.

Even though there were flaws, this kind of Sword Dao technique could be learned.

He aimed to integrate a myriad of Sword Dao into himself, and then stand out from them.

To explore the future path of his Sword Cultivation!

"To actually see that it lacks a bit of killing intent, young man, you have great insight." A figure appeared beside Yang Yan, dressed in a white robe, hands crossed behind his back.

A middle-aged visage appeared.

On his chin was a tuft of goatee.

"A cultivator of Sword Dao?" he slightly turned his head and asked.

"Yes."

The middle-aged man reached out to stroke his beard.

"A student of Wentian Daoist School?"

"No!"

The middle-aged man showed a gentle smile.

"I see your Sword Dao cultivation is very deep, and your understanding of Sword Dao is strong.

Join my tutelage, and I will teach you Sword Dao!" he said indifferently.

Yang Yan didn’t even glance at him and walked into the Wentian Daoist School.

Be his teacher?

This middle-aged man wasn’t qualified!

He didn’t even bother to answer him.

The goateed middle-aged man was taken aback, then shook his head.

"Young man, you have no idea how many people want me to take them as students.

Yet, you disdain me!

Truly arrogant, so conceited!"

He also moved forward, stepping inside.

"Nowadays, young people rely on their talents and abilities.

Most are like this!

Once he enters the world, he will understand.

No matter what, they can’t escape."

He chuckled here, revealing a smile.

"With your talent, it’s easy to enter the Wentian Daoist School.

By then, I will take you as my disciple.

You won’t even have the ability to refuse.

Eh!

Who would have thought I am the Vice Dean of the Wentian Daoist School!

My authority is quite significant!"

The middle-aged man laughed proudly as he entered the Wentian Daoist School.

On the square in front of the Studium of the Wentian Daoist School, many people were already standing.

They were all waiting for the Wentian Daoist School to release a hundred Zuowang Divine Steles!

To comprehend the cultivation techniques within and explore the secrets hidden inside.

Of course!

A large number of people also wished to pass the assessment of the Zuowang Divine Steles to study at the Wentian Daoist School.

After all, the Wentian Daoist School was the best Literary path Academy in the Tianyuan Dynasty.

"He’s here!" A voice came from the crowd.

"Who’s here?"

"The supporter of Brother Eighth Prince, that emperor from the Tianquan Dynasty!"

At this moment, numerous gazes were fixed on the not-too-distant figure.

Their eyes settled on the figure slowly approaching, carrying a longsword on his back.

Yang Yan!

Among the crowd, Fifth Prince Tang Feng held a book in his hands, reading attentively.

Upon hearing the sound, he, too, looked over.

"Is it him?"

Tang Feng had never seen Yang Yan, but many people knew that the supporter of Eighth Prince Tang Zhenyuan was a young man carrying a longsword.

Some people had once seen him from afar, so they recognized him.

"Is it he who angered the father so much, causing the father to cut off Brother Eighth Prince’s path to become a Crown Prince Candidate?" Eleventh Prince asked with arms crossed.

His eyes were filled with mockery.

"It’s him," the voice of Third Prince Tang Ning appeared.

He was here too!

"Third Imperial Brother!" Tang Feng saw him and bowed.

Third Prince Tang Ning waved his hand.

"Fifth Royal Brother, there’s no need for formality; today we’re all students, here to comprehend the Zuowang Divine Stele."

Tang Feng raised his head.

"Royal Brother, vast in heart and knowledgeable in etiquette, I admire.

"Then I shall address you as Senior," he continued.

"Alright," Tang Ning responded naturally.

"Third Imperial Brother, Fifth Imperial Brother, you’re being too polite.

Let’s talk about that emperor from the Dynasty," Eleventh Prince said.

He was clearly more interested in Yang Yan and didn’t care much for the princely politeness.

"Him? What’s there to talk about?

Currently, he’s nothing more than a stray dog.

Angered the father, resulting in Brother Eighth Prince forever losing the chance to compete for the Crown Prince Candidate position.

This person, in the Royal Capital, no one will look at him, nor will anyone want to get close," Tang Ning said with disdain.

"Fifth Royal Brother, what do you think?"

Fifth Prince Tang Feng nodded in agreement.

"What Third Imperial Brother said is correct, and I think he must be very anxious now.

If Father, due to dissatisfaction with him, sends people to attack his Dynasty.

Under the iron cavalry of our Tianyuan Dynasty, I am afraid his Dynasty will be vulnerable, directly shattered.

By then, he will be a monarch of a fallen nation."

"If he becomes a captive, I will have a good time toying with him.

Throw him into the Beast Fighting Arena, let him battle demon beasts," Eleventh Prince said excitedly.

Third Prince Tang Ning’s eyes flashed.

"Eleventh Royal Brother, that’s a great idea.

I see he’s now caught between a rock and a hard place, why not restrain him here.

Trap him!

Then ask Father to send troops to attack the Tianquan Dynasty, seizing the Dynasty, what do you think?"

Yang Yan had dealt with Ninth Prince and Twelfth Princess Tang Rongrong.

He had crippled both, causing Tang Ning to lose his left and right arms among his supporters.

He had long harbored hatred for Yang Yan!

When he heard Eleventh Prince’s idea at this moment, he was instantly tempted.

"Third Imperial Brother, your idea is also excellent.

I think we can!

Once we capture him, throw him into the Beast Fighting Arena.

Then go to the Father to claim credit, and be sure to count me a share.

No!

Also, count Fifth Imperial Brother a share!" Eleventh Prince said.

Third Prince Tang Ning had a full smile on his face.

"Great, alright.

Fifth Royal Brother, what do you think?

No!

Should say, Junior, what do you think?"

Fifth Prince Tang Feng put away the book in his hands.

In his eyes, helping other princes to compete for the Crown Prince Candidate position.

Was akin to opposing him!

In that case, eliminating the other party was the best outcome!

"Now that he and Brother Eighth Prince have both fallen into a low, they should be eradicated.

To prevent them from resurfacing and affecting our contention!" Fifth Prince Tang Feng said coldly.

"Alright, let’s go together."

The group walked toward Yang Yan, while Yang Yan looked at the forefront, where the goateed middle-aged man was taking out a hundred Zuowang Divine Steles.

"Finally waited for it!"