The Holy Maiden Uncovers My Coffin When I Just Become An Emperor’s Corpse
Chapter 119: Just Because Your Father is the Primordial Emperor?

Chapter 119: Chapter 119: Just Because Your Father is the Primordial Emperor?

A voice came from afar, as a young man in a red robe slowly walked over from the sky.

The red robe on him was tattered, and he looked utterly exhausted, disheveled.

Yet, a smile hung on his face, making him appear quite amiable.

This was the Eighth Prince of the Royal Family who had just been suppressed by the Thunder Tribulation Heavenly Might, lying lifeless on the ground!

The brother of Tang Qingqing, Tang Zhenxuan!

He had come here with the intention of befriending Yang Yan!

The reason he had not changed out of his tattered red robe was not due to a lack of desire to do so.

It was because his storage bag had already shattered under the Thunder Tribulation Heavenly Might, leaving nothing inside.

Otherwise, as a prince, how could he willingly appear in his most disheveled state before others?

But, to not miss the opportunity to befriend Yang Yan, he had no choice but to appear in this disheveled state.

"Who are you?"

The arrival of Tang Zhenyuan drew the attention of Zhan Tianyi, Zhan Wuchang, Chen Yuan, Ling Hu Chongtian, Li Wan Hua, and others.

The question was asked by Ling Hu Chongtian, who looked wary.

Anyone new arriving would always be met with such wariness!

Tang Zhenyuan noticed the vigilance of Li Wan Hua and the others and couldn’t help but smile as he raised his hands.

"Fellow geniuses, I am Tang Zhenyuan, the eighth son of the Primordial Emperor of the Emperor Dynasty," he stated his name and status.

A Royal Family descendant!

Everyone exchanged glances!

They knew there was an imperial princess within Divine City, yet now, another royal prince had appeared.

But they quickly remembered, in the inn,

that the imperial princess once mentioned her brother was in Divine City.

If he came, he could easily crush everyone.

Thinking about it now, it matched.

The brother mentioned by the imperial princess was evidently the Tang Zhenyuan before them!

"What are you doing here?" Li Wan Hua unceremoniously asked.

He, along with Ling Hu Chongtian, Zhan Tianyi, and Zhan Wuchang, surrounded Yang Yan at the center.

One reason was to protect Yang Yan, and the second was that Leng Bi Yue, Xue Ni Chang, and Chu Mei’er were helping Yang Yan get dressed.

Tang Zhenyuan lightly coughed.

"Fellow geniuses, I mean no harm. I am here only to meet and befriend you geniuses," he said politely.

Zhan Tianyi coldly snorted.

"Leave here quickly. We do not wish to befriend you."

They did not care about being direct sons of the royal family.

Considering their status, family, and the sect forces behind them,

They might seem slightly less illustrious compared to the royal family but were absolutely fearless of them.

Tang Zhenyuan was not angry at being rejected.

He understood the nature of geniuses and prodigies.

Having arrogance and self-importance was quite normal.

"Fellow geniuses, I am indeed the Eighth Prince, the son of the Primordial Emperor!"

He repeated his introduction once more.

"I am not flaunting my status, but I want to inform you all.

With this status, I also humble myself to come and befriend you all.

It truly shows I recognize the talents of you geniuses and want to treat you sincerely.

Moreover!

I did not come to befriend you for nothing; I also brought an opportunity.

If you choose to befriend me, I am willing to share it with you all.

Of course!

Most importantly, among you, there is one genius carrying a Divine Sword.

I hope he can become my sworn brother.

After it’s all over, we’ll all be like brothers.

In the future, you can accompany me to enter the Emperor Dynasty and meet my father.

I can mention you in front of my father to elevate your positions and titles.

By then, we’ll rise to higher statuses and reach the peak together!"

Tang Zhenyuan narrated calmly, believing that he had offered quite generous terms.

"They would surely befriend me!"

He was filled with confidence!

The crowd was not very pleased in their hearts.

Even though Tang Zhenyuan repeatedly claimed he was not flaunting,

his every word mentioned the Primordial Emperor and his own status.

As if his coming to befriend Yang Yan and them was gracing Yang Yan, and them with favor.

"Are you serious?" Li Wan Hua asked.

Tang Zhenyuan crossed his hands behind his back.

"Yes, I am serious. I genuinely wish to befriend you geniuses!"

Ling Hu Chongtian couldn’t help but laugh aloud.

"That Tang Zhenyuan, the Royal Family’s Eighth Prince, right?"

"Yes, it’s me!"

"Do you know my master’s talents and status?

Just because your father is the Primordial Emperor, you want to become sworn brothers with my master?" Ling Hu Chongtian asked coldly.

He genuinely couldn’t fathom how this person was daydreaming despite it being nighttime.

Tang Zhenyuan’s face darkened slightly.

"I know your master’s talents are high and his status surely wouldn’t be low either.

But the gap between me and your master shouldn’t be significant.

Even if I’m a bit inferior in talent compared to him.

But in terms of status, I’m a prince of the Emperor Dynasty; my father is the Primordial Emperor, which can compensate.

Being sworn brothers with him seems quite fitting," he explained.

"Fellow geniuses, this is a great opportunity!

To waste such a chance for nothing, next time there won’t be such a good opportunity again."

He said loftily.

Ling Hu Chongtian sneered coldly.

"Your talents are a bit inferior to my master’s?

You really know how to flatter yourself!

You are a cultivator of the previous generation, barely at the perfect stage of the Four Extremes Secret Realm!

Not to mention the master, even among us present,

each of us has advanced to the same level as you. You’re not even as good as us.

Compared to my master, you are way off.

Being well-matched with my master?

Should I say you’re thick-faced or thick-skinned?"

He and Li Wan Hua, Kong Xuan, and Ao Tian had consumed flat peaches.

While extending their lifespans by five hundred years, they had also repeatedly advanced their cultivation levels,

reaching the perfect stage of the Four Extremes Secret Realm!

Especially Ao Tian, who had progressed swiftly,

being just one step away from reaching the Other Shore.

The Tang Zhenyuan before them was not as skilled as they were.

How could he possibly be on equal footing with Yang Yan?

Tang Zhenyuan furrowed his brows.

"A cultivator of the previous generation? Could it be you..."

He scanned everyone.

"You are, Little Sword God Ao Tian?"

He noticed a somewhat familiar face among the crowd.

He had seen the talents of his generation.

From the generation after him, he had only heard of one person.

Little Sword God Ao Tian!

The top sword cultivator from within Dongzhou!

The person ranked first on the Human List!

He had once seen the other’s portrait in the Imperial City.

Previously, he only focused on Yang Yan, but now upon seeing everyone clearly, he recognized him.

"It’s me," Ao Tian responded calmly.

Tang Zhenyuan gasped sharply, initially believing that Yang Yan and the others were geniuses of his generation.

Today he just barely broke through to the Four Extremes Secret Realm, reaching the third and fourth levels.

It was fine to call each other brothers if they were of the same generation.

However, the opponents were geniuses of the following generation, now sharing the same cultivation level as him.

Moreover, when breaking through, they generated a terrifying heavenly tribulation.

They were simply extraordinarily gifted!

Within the same generation, they were already unparalleled, catching up with the talents of his generation in cultivation.

Such individuals had talents hundreds of times superior to his.

What did he have to call them brothers?

Just because he had a Primordial Emperor father?

"I overstepped!" Tang Zhenyuan blushed. "Fellow geniuses, it’s my mistake.

Apologies for the disturbance!

I’ll take my leave now!"

He slowly retreated, intending to escape.

It was truly embarrassing!

"Wait a minute, you mentioned earlier about sharing an opportunity with us.

Since you’re already here, and since you’ve already wasted our time,

you can leave!

But leave the opportunity with us!" Li Wan Hua said.

His figure flashed, blocking Tang Zhenyuan’s way.

Tang Zhenyuan halted his steps, his expression changing slightly.

"Fellow geniuses, I carry royal blood, I possess the True Dragon Blood in me!

I am a royal prince!

The eighth son of the Primordial Emperor!

Do you want to seize my opportunity without weighing your own strength against mine?

And the forces backing you, are they able to offend our Emperor Dynasty?" he said in a focused tone.

As soon as he finished, several figures surrounded him.

"You’ve said this much, so we certainly can’t let you leave now."