Keyboard Immortal - Chapter 2775

   Fireworks couldn’t help but nudge Zu’an with her shoulder: “Could it be the Little Dragon Girl you mentioned? From your description, she’s the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world.”

    Zu’an replied irritably, “Little Dragon Girl is indeed beautiful, but how old is she now? Even with the best anti-aging techniques, she wouldn’t drive a Mongol prince so crazy.”

    Having witnessed Huang Rong’s youth fade with her own eyes, he knew Little Dragon Girl wasn’t young anymore.

    “Then who is this stunning beauty they’re talking about?” Fireworks couldn’t help but ask curiously.

    “I don’t know either.” Zu’an was somewhat dazed. At the beginning of “The Return of the Condor Heroes,” Huo Du led his experts to Chongyang Palace to propose marriage to Little Dragon Girl. He never expected that decades later, a Mongol prince would come to Zhongnan Mountain looking for a stunning woman.

    Although he knew this was a trial world, and many things in it were fictional, he was still filled with emotion.

    “I’m getting curious about that woman. Just how beautiful must she be to make a prince of a country act like this?” Fireworks suddenly had a thought. “Do you think it could be Tingxue or Isabella?”

    Tingxue’s beauty is undeniable, and Isabella is also very pretty. Besides, what if that Mongolian prince is a lolicon?

    “Let’s go take a look.” Zuan was also looking forward to it. It would be wonderful if he could reunite with the two women.

    The two quickly went up Zhongnan Mountain. Along the way, they saw the buildings covered in moss, and the occasional Quanzhen disciples they saw all looked listless. Zuan thought to himself that the Quanzhen Sect, once the most powerful sect in the world, had finally declined.

    In the past, the Quanzhen Sect fought against the Mongols, but now those Mongol soldiers swaggered around Chongyang Palace, and the Quanzhen disciples seemed used to it.

    Obviously, Zhongnan Mountain was now within the territory of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty and could no longer withstand the pressure, so it completely surrendered to the Mongols.

    “The doctrines of the Quanzhen School are somewhat close to the path of cultivation, so its founder must have been a remarkable figure. It’s a pity this world lacks spiritual energy; his cultivation methods are more of a figment of imagination, quite different from reality.” Yan Hua, being a discerning individual, could make this judgment from just a few words overheard by the disciples practicing martial arts and studying classics along the way. “

    In this world, Wang Chongyang is indeed powerful, the only one whom the other Five Greats truly acknowledge as the number one in the world,” Zu An replied in a deep voice.

    “So he’s the Central Divine you mentioned. He’s certainly got some skill,” Yan Hua commented, but only to the extent of “some skill,” not quite worthy of her approval.

    The two concealed their presence, following the Mongol soldiers, and soon arrived at the back mountain of the Quanzhen School.

    Yan Hua’s expression became somewhat strange: “I remember you told me that the Ancient Tomb Sect seems to be located in the back mountain of the Quanzhen School?”

    “It seems so.” Zu An’s expression was equally intriguing. The two had come to find the Xuan Tie Sword to deal with the Mongols, and here happened to be a group of Mongols—what a coincidence!

    In the distance, a group of Mongol warriors could be seen surrounding a richly dressed young man, shouting something towards a hillside. They were boasting about their master’s nobility and asking the young woman to come out and meet them.

    “They seem to be saying this prince is the current Mongol Khan’s most favored son, the future crown prince?” Fireworks quickly grasped the key point.

    Zu’an nodded: “It seems the other party is Kublai Khan’s son, Prince Yan, Zhenjin.”

    The previous Mongol Khan, Möngke, died in battle, and Kublai Khan became the new Mongol Khan. Zhenjin is the legitimate son of the Empress, and all indications suggest he is the most likely successor to the throne.

    It’s just unexpected that such a person would travel south to Chongyang Palace to find some stunning beauty?

    With his status, what kind of beauty couldn’t he find in this world?

    Fireworks, however, was somewhat excited: “If we can capture this guy, won’t we be able to lift the siege of Xiangyang? Then we won’t have to carry out that damned ‘Heavenly Sword and Dragon Saber Plan’?”

    To be honest, she was also a little apprehensive about the God of Death’s trial, keenly sensing that the “Heavenly Sword and Dragon Saber Plan” definitely had some huge pitfalls waiting for them, so it would be best to avoid following that predetermined route.

    Zu An frowned: “Given his status, he must be surrounded by many experts. We must not act rashly.”

    He had already sensed several powerful figures around the prince, but unfortunately, his spiritual senses were too suppressed in this world, making it impossible to judge their true strength from such a distance.

    “Heh, you’re such a hesitant man. Stay here and watch me.” Fireworks sneered and appeared.

    Zu An was too late to stop her, and at the same time, he was curious about what she was planning.

    He saw that she didn’t rush over recklessly, but instead walked towards them with ease.

    Her swaying gait was graceful; though her appearance was sweet, she exuded endless charm, reminiscent of the alluring Theodora he had seen in the Dreamland.

    Zaun secretly admired her; her words weren’t mere boasting. She could indeed portray women of various styles, a skill honed over many years.

    Sure enough, the Mongol warriors were initially startled upon seeing her, instinctively reaching for their weapons. However, upon seeing a beautiful woman, they relaxed, allowing her to approach.

    “Who is this young lady looking for?” finally a middle-aged Taoist priest from the Quanzhen Sect couldn’t help but ask. This was Quanzhen Sect’s territory; if the True Gold Prince were to meet with misfortune here, it would be a catastrophic disaster for the sect.

    Judging from his attire, he was likely a high-ranking member of the Quanzhen Sect, probably of the Zhi generation. Zu’an had introduced some names earlier, but Yan Hua was too lazy to remember them: “What do you mean, ‘Who am I looking for’? Weren’t you looking for me? Now that I’m here, shouldn’t you be explaining your purpose?”

    The crowd exchanged bewildered glances. They had accompanied the prince to find a stunningly beautiful woman…

    but upon seeing her, they suddenly realized she truly deserved the title of “stunning beauty.

    ” At this moment, the Mongolian prince was indeed attracted to her, and couldn’t help but exclaim, “Indeed, as rumored

    , she possesses unparalleled beauty…” Many people around him had strange expressions. The woman before them seemed quite different in temperament from the one the prince had initially sought. However, the prince had been somewhat irritated because that woman hadn’t responded, so this replacement wasn’t bad.

    Seeing the Mongolian prince approaching with a joyful expression, Yan Hua smiled even more broadly. Although there were indeed several powerful figures nearby, she was absolutely confident she could subdue him if he took three more steps closer, leaving those experts helpless.

    Just then, a Mongolian warrior suddenly started speaking in Mongolian. Even Prince Zhenjin stopped in his tracks, and a skilled warrior quickly shielded him, looking at her with fear: “You’re the girl who was taken hostage when Möngke Khan died!” Yan

    Hua was completely bewildered; she didn’t understand why she had suddenly revealed a weakness.

    Zu An secretly covered his face, never expecting that there would be a Mongolian veteran who had participated in the Battle of Xiangyang here. Back then, Guo Xiang was tied to the high platform as a hostage; with her appearance, anyone who had seen her would find it hard not to recognize her, especially considering the momentous event of Möngke Khan being killed by a flying rock.

    “Is this the woman that the Golden Wheel Monk wanted to take as his last disciple? Her potential is indeed extraordinary. Why not become my disciple and study the Tantric Bliss-Zen Dharma together?” A middle-aged lama in a red robe took a step forward, his aura already locked onto Yan Hua.