You said it was a useless body, yet you punched a saint to pieces?

Chapter 11 People from the Palace

In the past, if you could earn one source point a day, you were considered lucky, and sometimes it would take several days to accumulate one.

The reason for this is that the system's judgment is extremely strict, requiring 100% mental and physical commitment to be effective.

This state of extreme focus consumes an astonishing amount of energy and spirit. In addition, his physical foundation is too weak. If he had forced himself to practice more in the past, it would not only have been useless, but would have also damaged his very essence.

After performing the "Giant Spirit Carrying the Mountain Fist" once, he would often have to lie in bed for several days to recover.

"But now, the roles have reversed."

Wang Dao stood in the center of the vast martial arts arena in Nanyuan, paved with a single piece of blue granite, picked up a fiery red Yuan Yang Pill, and swallowed it.

"boom!"

As soon as the pill entered his stomach, its violent medicinal power instantly transformed into a torrent of heat, like lava bursting its banks and washing over his parched meridians.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Dao began his stance in this extremely luxurious private martial arts arena.

This time, he did not drive away the servants who were peeking out from the far end of the corridor.

Now that they have taken over the South Garden, a symbol of status, and become the owners of this luxurious mansion, there is no need to hide it as before.

He wanted to show these snobs what exactly made this newly appointed Lord of Nanyuan so special that he was allowed to move in.

"The Giant Spirit Moves the Mountain!"

Wang Dao roared, his body swaying like a fully drawn bow, his spine trembling wildly, and crimson-gold blood gushing out, causing the expensive spirit wood decorations around him to vibrate and hum.

Each punch he threw was accompanied by a muffled whooshing sound, as if an ancient giant spirit had possessed him and was about to move the ancient sacred mountain in front of him.

The servants who had initially been there to watch the spectacle were now staring wide-eyed in horror at the boy in the center of the room, who was emanating white steam and resembled a ferocious humanoid beast.

The violent aura displayed by this seventh young master was even more terrifying than that of those fierce generals who had fought on the battlefield for many years.

The medicinal power of one Yuan Yang Pill was enough to support Wang Dao in performing the "Giant Spirit Carrying the Mountain Fist" ten times without getting tired, until the vast life essence was completely devoured by every inch of his greedy muscles, and only then did he slowly stop.

[Source Point +1] [Source Point +1]...

Looking at the 10 source points neatly added to the panel, Wang Dao wiped the sweat from his face, looked around at the spacious and luxurious courtyard, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

"Is this what a human life should be like? Is this the happiness of a pay-to-win player?"

In the following period, Wang Dao began a crazy point-farming mode in Nanyuan.

He planned to make the most of the remaining nine days and completely transform the bottle of pills into real source points.

However, on the morning of the third day, just as Wang Dao was about to swallow the third Yuan Yang Pill, a maid dressed in emerald green hurried through the ornate courtyards and came to the front of the training ground, where she bowed respectfully.

"Seventh Young Master, the Princess Consort requests your presence in the council hall immediately."

Wang Dao paused, put the pill back into the bottle, stroked his slightly stubbled chin, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

"Is Zheng Wanqing looking for me?"

This princess usually keeps to herself and rarely goes out. She just gave me a very expensive gift a few days ago. I don't think this is some kind of trap.

"Lead the way."

Wang Dao casually draped a brocade robe over his shoulders and strode after the maid toward the council hall.

On the white jade corridor leading to the council hall, Wang Dao sidled up to the maid in green, a harmless smile plastered on his face.

"Good sister, just give me a hint: is the Princess's urgent search for me a blessing or a curse?"

The maid's ears went weak at the sound of "good sister." In the past, she would never have paid any attention to this good-for-nothing young master, but now that Wang Dao's aura was at its zenith, she dared not be negligent.

She looked around and lowered her voice, saying, "Seventh Young Master, this servant dares not say anything more, but I heard... that someone from the palace has come."

"Moreover, the Prince has also sent a trusted general back, who seems to have brought you something extraordinary."

"The palace? And that cheap... cough, Father?"

A glint flashed in Wang Dao's eyes. Although he didn't stop walking, his mind was racing with calculations.

The person who came from the palace represented the emperor who resided in the highest hall of the temple.

That old man wouldn't act without a reason; he must have something on his mind. But since he's sent someone, it can't be anything bad on the surface.

As for the father who has been stationed on the frontier for many years, sending someone to deliver things at this time is most likely because he has heard rumors and wants to use resources to test his own situation, or perhaps also wants to make up for his so-called fatherly love.

"Whether it's the Human Emperor or the Prince of Zhenbei, they're both top-tier tycoons..."

The thought of the benefits he was about to receive instantly brought a smile to Wang Dao's face, as bright as a wild chrysanthemum blooming in autumn, with an indescribable lewdness about it.

"Hehe, as long as the money is right, I'll definitely be at the right position... no, I mean, at the right attitude."

The maid in green, who was walking ahead, secretly glanced at Wang Dao's expression, which was even somewhat infatuated, and couldn't help but shudder, muttering to herself.

"Has this Seventh Young Master damaged his brain from cultivation? He seems a bit off..."

After passing through numerous courtyards, the magnificent council hall came into view.

The atmosphere in the hall was solemn. At the head of the table, Princess Zheng Wanqing, dressed in a bright red peony and gold phoenix robe, was talking with two guests.

On the left is a man dressed in a black official robe with silver cloud patterns, with a serious expression and a sinister, murderous aura. On the right is a man clad in heavy armor, like an iron tower, exuding a strong battlefield aura.

Seeing Wang Dao step into the hall, Zheng Wanqing's beautiful eyes lit up. She immediately stood up, not putting on any airs of a stepmother, but instead quickly walked down, affectionately took Wang Dao's hand, and introduced him to the two people:

"This is my seventh son, the king."

Then, she looked at Wang Dao and said gently, "Dao'er, this is Lord Ye Changfeng from the Imperial City's Jingxian Division, who has come here specifically with His Majesty's decree. This is General Pang Long, the Tiger Might General under your father's command."

"Greetings, Lord Ye; greetings, General Pang." Wang Dao readily complied, bowing respectfully with a posture that was neither humble nor arrogant.

Ye Changfeng sized up Wang Dao, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He quickly composed himself, stepped forward, and said loudly:

"The king receives the imperial decree."

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, martial prowess flourished, and the Emperor ruled the world based on this principle. Therefore, the elaborate kneeling ceremony was not practiced; a simple bow was sufficient.

Wang Dao and Zheng Wanqing, among others, all bowed slightly.

"By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: Wang Dao, son of the Prince of Zhenbei, though in adversity, has not lost his lofty ambitions. He is a late bloomer, and he has risen from the ashes. I am very pleased."

"He is hereby specially granted a purple dragon-patterned pendant to help him concentrate and calm his mind, and a thousand-year-old blood ginseng as a reward."

"So be it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Changfeng waved his sleeve.

A purple light and a blood-red light appeared out of thin air.

The purple light dissipated, transforming into a purple jade pendant carved with exquisite dragon patterns. Its entire body was filled with a misty purple aura, and just one glance at it made one feel clear-headed.

The blood-red light was actually an old ginseng root, its entire body as red as blood and its roots like dragons. As soon as it appeared, an intensely fragrant medicinal aroma filled the entire hall, making people's blood boil.

"nice one!"

Wang Dao was overjoyed, but on the surface he wore an expression of deep gratitude. He accepted the treasure with both hands and exclaimed, "Your Majesty, I thank you for your great kindness!"

Seeing that Wang Dao was so sensible, Ye Changfeng nodded in satisfaction and said meaningfully:

"The Seventh Young Master is exceptionally talented and has a promising future."

"His Majesty has high hopes for you; do not fail to live up to this imperial favor."

After saying that, Ye Changfeng didn't linger. He cupped his hands in greeting to Zheng Wanqing, then turned and left, feeling relieved that his mission was accomplished.

Looking at the two dazzling treasures, Wang Dao's mind started calculating again.

"The Purple Dragon Pattern Pendant comes with a concentration effect, which will further improve the efficiency of farming source points in the future."

"As for this thousand-year-old blood ginseng..."

He licked his lips. If he swallowed this thing, it would probably push his source energy to its limit.