Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

Hu Mei’Er’s lips curled slightly in the elegant room, feeling quite good. In his view, whether it is Chen Hong or Chen Mo, they are definitely not Wu Chang’an’s match.

Wu Chang’an, born into a prestigious family, had access to excellent resources from a young age, practiced the best Cultivation Techniques and Martial Arts, used the finest Treasures, and was guided by renowned masters. On the other hand, Chen Hong and Chen Mo were merely common farmers by birth, inherently weaker from childhood, naturally at a disadvantage in a fight.

Since the incident where Chen Hong groped her to the matter of the Nan Zhou Treasure, Hu Mei’Er had developed considerable enmity towards him, and now giving Chen Hong a bit of a lesson in this matter made Hu Mei’Er feel quite content.

She thought this as she looked through the window of the elegant room towards the man in the adjacent room, her red lips slightly pursed and gleaming with vibrant radiance: ”Sister, there’s a good show to watch.”

Clearly, she was speaking to Xiao Yunxi.

Xiao Yunxi calmly smiled, then said to Wu Lu: ”What is Chang’an’s current strength level?”

Wu Lu respectfully responded: ”Reporting to the Empress Dowager, he just entered Second Grade recently.”

”Second Grade...” Xiao Yunxi murmured, then said, ”Well, that matches Fujin quite well.”

Wu Lu, experienced in officialdom, quickly said: ”For Chang’an to receive the favor of the Empress Dowager and marry Her Highness Empress Fu Mao, it is his honor.”

”Mother, your child does not like him.” Upon hearing this, Zhao Fujin grumbled unhappily nearby.

Xiao Yunxi promptly scolded, ”You haven’t even left the Imperial Palace a few times. What do you know about liking someone?”

Afterward, she explained to Wu Lu, saying that children do not understand such matters.

Zhao Fujin’s previous actions increasingly worried Xiao Yunxi, thus arranging this marriage was undoubtedly the best solution.

Wu Lu naturally expressed understanding.

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Below, none of the contestants showed Chen Mo any respect.

Truthfully, he had no outstanding performance in the first three rounds.

How could he be Wu Chang’an’s match? They wished to hear Chen Mo forfeit, to avoid the pain on stage.

Wu Chang’an thought the same, waiting for Chen Mo to admit defeat, thus he didn’t rush onto the stage.

But to everyone’s surprise, Chen Mo actually jumped directly onto the stage.

This slightly startled everyone.

But soon, smiles appeared on their faces, for there was a good show to watch.

Li Weiqiu was also momentarily stunned.

Based on Chen Mo’s performance in the third round, shouldn’t he be admitting defeat at this moment?

Wu Chang’an also got onto the stage, took a glance around, and chose a long spear. An inch longer gives an inch more strength; he always preferred long weapons, then stood opposite Chen Mo on the stage: ”It’s your turn!”

Chen Mo didn’t even spare a glance and just shook his head.

”Don’t have a suitable weapon?” Wu Chang’an asked.

”Swords and blades are blind; it’s better not to use weapons.” Chen Mo replied.

His words caused a stir at the scene.

”Swords and blades are blind; isn’t he implying that using weapons might harm Wu Chang’an?”

”No way, that’s too arrogant.”

”Could it be that he knows he’s bound to lose and thus wants to garner attention by this means...”

”No weapons?” In the elegant room, Zhao Chong’s eyes showed a bit of surprise.

”This Chen Hong’s younger brother truly doesn’t know his limits!” Hu Mei’Er ridiculed.

”In a match, just stop at a touch; truly injuring someone wouldn’t be good.” Zhao Fujin remarked.

Wu Lu’s expression showed some movement. This kid—was he merely young and arrogant, or did he genuinely have a chance of winning?

On the stage.

Listening to Chen Mo, Wu Chang’an’s lips twitched slightly. He sensed from Chen Mo’s words that Chen Mo was underestimating him. His brow furrowed, and a touch of anger arose within him, but in the eyes of the crowd, he maintained a calm demeanor, raising his hand in salute:

”Brother Chen is right; since that’s the case, I too won’t use weapons.”

Saying this, he lightly tossed the long spear in his hand towards the weapon rack beside him, and it landed steadily on the rack.

”Brother Chen, please enlighten me.” Wu Chang’an followed up.

Chen Mo returned the salute, moved his feet, and his True Qi surged, resembling a fierce tiger as he pounced towards Wu Chang’an.

”Innate?!” Feeling Chen Mo’s aura, the audience was shocked.

On the stands, many Innate Martial Artists had flashes of brilliance in their eyes, perceiving the aura, but found it extremely violent.

”Innate, and Chen Hong’s younger brother is Innate too?!” Zhao Chong sprang up, feeling somewhat incredulous.

Even Xiao Yunqi couldn’t remain seated anymore.

Because this aura was entirely different from Chen Hong’s—was he truly his younger brother?!

Hu Mei’Er’s smile vanished, contemplated for a moment, then suddenly said, ”Your Majesty, why not invite Chen Hong over to talk? His younger brother has indeed given us quite a surprise.”

After speaking, there was commotion outside the elegant room, and then a eunuch entered, reporting: ”Your Majesty, Empress Dowager... General Chen Hong said he’s feeling unwell and has gone back to rest.”

”How coincidental.” Hu Mei’Er remarked.

”Since he has gone to rest, sister, don’t bother him. Just focus on watching the competition.” Xiao Yunxi said.

Hu Mei’Er didn’t say more, convinced in her heart that there was definitely some trick between Chen Hong and Chen Mo.

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On the field.

The contestants who had passed the rounds were all astonished by the aura Chen Mo burst forth.

Unexpectedly, this kid was really a master hiding strength, really well-hidden.

Li Weiqiu was simply dumbstruck.

The Innate Martial Artist disguised himself this way.

Seeing Chen Mo rushing in momentum, Wu Chang’an was somewhat frightened.

Truthfully, Chen Mo’s contrast was too great.

But being an Innate Martial Artist, he quickly reacted and chose not to evade but to confront head-on, as he had great confidence in his own strength.

The two threw punches simultaneously.

Bang!

Their fists collided, emitting a dull sound.

The force transmitted from the fists quickly changed Wu Chang’an’s expression. His body retreated several steps, bracing against the edge of the stage railing.

”Well—”

The spectators were mostly ordinary folks who didn’t particularly favor either Wu Chang’an or Chen Mo. This kind of hard confrontation between men naturally sparked enthusiastic cheers.

”Such violent True Qi.” Li Weiqiu stood watching below the stage, his mind somewhat shaken.

As Chen Mo landed a hit, he rushed towards Wu Chang’an again.

Chen Mo knew many people would doubt his identity, so he had to display strength superior to the visible performance of ”Chen Hong,” which would naturally break the skepticism.

And the reason for being low-key in the first three rounds, and now being aggressive in this round.

Was because this contrast could attract more attention.

Chen Mo desired to reclaim his true identity, naturally not presenting himself as a weakling but appearing as a strong figure.

Thus, after ”Chen Hong’s” death, it would facilitate his takeover of the Chen Mansion and ”Chen Hong’s” duties.