Darming Capital, Prince Xiaoming's residence.
Zhu Houwei was lying on his side on the Arhat bed. Behind him was a maid holding a fan, and at his feet was a maid massaging his legs.
In the hall, the dancers danced to the music, and their graceful dance moves were soul-stirring.
The faint ambergris fragrance in the air was refreshing.
He stretched out his hand and took a grape from the Tibetan tribute.
The chilled grapes were cool and refreshing, and the flesh was elastic.
"Phew…This is life…"
The grapes that he had just taken out from the ice cellar were a little icy, and he could not help but gasp.
Feeling the rare comfort of summer, Zhu Houwei was more and more satisfied with being able to transmigrate to this world.
Before he transmigrated, he was a social animal who enjoyed good karma. How could he have such enjoyment?
The servant girl's small hands were as soft as agar-gel, cold and cool as she pressed them on the soles of her feet. In her previous life, she would have to spend 298 yuan to enjoy them.
If he had any other ideas, even if the price was doubled, the other party might just roll his eyes and scold him.
Unlike now, he could enjoy it as long as he lay down. That pair of almond-shaped eyes of the servant girl seemed to be able to seduce his soul.
Zhu Houwei moved his fingers, and the two maids behind him immediately fanned themselves.
The herbal tea that was used to relieve the summer heat was also quickly replaced with a new one.
The current life was something that Zhu Houwei could not even dream of in his previous life.
Although he was satisfied with his life, Zhu Houwei was not without a sense of crisis.
The identity he had transmigrated to was the younger brother of the current Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Houzhao.
Because the old Emperor Ming Xiaozong only had two sons in his life, the relationship between the two brothers was especially good.
His brother Zhu Houzhao had become the emperor, and as his younger brother, he did not fight for it.
After being conferred the title of Prince Xiaoming, he did not go to the vassal state but instead hung around in the capital.
This was naturally Zhu Houwei's intention. He did not have the intention to work hard.
If anything happened, it would be good to let Big Brother take care of it.
When he had just transmigrated, he had just come out of his mother's womb.
He had thought that he was the Great Ming Dynasty in history.
Only when he could read the Four Books and Five Classics and listen to Shaofu's idle chatter did he know.
This world actually had Qin, Sui, Song, Li Yang, and many other empires standing side by side. There were also many small countries mixed in.
Those dynasties in history actually existed here in the form of empires.
The first time he heard this news, Zhu Houwei almost had a mental breakdown.
He could accept traveling back to the past, but his little heart could not take it when he traveled to such a strange world.
It wasn't until Zhu Houwei was five years old and went to the residence of his Imperial Uncle Zhu Budian for the first time that he realized what world he had transmigrated to.
He saw someone who could fly in the air, his palms blazing with fire.
There were even people who could create avatars and kill enemies with flying swords.
Look at these things, are they things that humans do!
This was a world where martial arts dominated.
Zhu Houwei was five years old that year and did not know much about the other dynasties.
However, he still had some understanding of Great Ming's martial arts forces.
Especially in the capital.
Whether it was the Guarding Dragon Mountain Villa, the Second East and West Depots, or the Embroidered Uniform Guards, there were many martial arts experts.
Beyond the capital, there were also the Shifting Flower Palace, the Five Mountain Sword Sect, Shaolin, Wudang, and so on.
This was only in the Great Ming. In the Nine Provinces, there were as many martial arts forces as carps crossing the river, extremely chaotic.
In such a world, Zhu Houwei once thought that he might not live to adulthood. Perhaps one day, a Night Walker would sneak into the palace and kill him with one palm.
Under this inexplicable pressure, Zhu Houwei successfully awakened his transmigration benefit, the Spiritual Creation Pearl.
The Creation Spiritual Pearl was a name that Zhu Houwei had given himself.
Its true form was the black dot on its chest when it was born.
He had originally thought that it was a birthmark, but as he grew older, this mark slowly turned into a spiritual pearl.
After continuous exploration and research, Zhu Houwei discovered the magical use of this spiritual pearl.
This spiritual pearl could actually simplify the difficulty of cultivating martial arts techniques.
For example, the first martial arts technique he cultivated was the Heavenly Dipper Boy Technique.
When he was five years old, he felt that he was weak, so he went straight to the inner palace arsenal to find the secret manual of the Tiangang Boy Technique to cultivate.
Reality told him that as a transmigrator, he was not some rare martial arts genius.
After practicing the cultivation technique, the progress was not satisfactory. Moreover, he found the side effects of the cultivation technique in the cracks of the secret manual.
At this moment, Zhu Houwei finally realized that this Tiangang Boy Technique actually required one to not break through the body before reaching the Great Ascension realm.
Just as he was speechless, the spiritual pearl in his chest that had transmigrated with him suddenly felt a chill.
Zhu Houwei, who was practicing the Boy Technique, realized that this chill was like a stream flowing through his body with his breathing.
With every breath, he could feel the improvement of the Heavenly Dipper Boy Technique. From then on, Zhu Houwei discovered the magic of the spiritual pearl on his chest.
This spiritual pearl could allow him to circulate his Qi with every breath.
Every move he made was tempering his body.
Not only that, but the spiritual pearl could also assist in deducing martial arts techniques.
He had once found a book on the Scorching Sun Palm in the inner palace's arsenal.
He originally wanted to broaden his knowledge. After all, a martial arts secret manual like the Scorching Sun Palm sounded like a common item.
He had only practiced it briefly and had mastered the Scorching Sun Palm.
Unexpectedly, just when he thought that he had reached the end of his cultivation of the Scorching Sun Palm, the Spiritual Pearl in front of his chest suddenly lit up, further improving his cultivation of the Scorching Sun Palm.
This step was like the difference between heaven and earth. Originally, his palm was accompanied by a hot wind. After the Spiritual Pearl's deduction and strengthening, his palm was like the nine suns in the sky, burning extremely fiercely.
It could split rocks and burn mountains, boil water and boil lakes!
This time, Zhu Houwei understood another use of the Spiritual Pearl.
That was to be able to deduce a martial art that still had potential to the extreme.
After that, Zhu Houwei seemed to be cheating. In fact, he was cheating.
Because of his identity, he could enter and exit the internal arsenal at will.
There were many martial arts in the world. Even if there were not many top-notch martial arts in the internal arsenal, he could still find some martial arts techniques with potential to break through again with the spiritual pearl.
Today, Zhu Houwei's Tiangang Boy Technique had already reached the Mahayana stage. He had also made another breakthrough with the help of the spiritual pearl, reaching the realm of endless genuine Qi without leaking. This was an effect that the original Tiangang Boy Technique did not have.
He had also practiced many other martial arts techniques, and he had used some mysterious methods.
However, he had done all of this in secret, and even his big brother, Zhu Houzhao, had not noticed.
At this moment, Zhu Houwei seemed to be enjoying himself lazily, but in fact, the true qi in his body was endless, nourishing his internal organs at all times.
At a certain moment, Zhu Houwei's eyes were filled with divine light as his gaze stopped on the feet of the leading dancer not far away.
It wasn't that he was still lustful, but that he could feel the aura of internal energy from this dancer.
He was a warrior, and his cultivation was not bad. In the outside world, he could be considered a first-class expert.
" Barefoot, Heavenly Devil's Vital Energy. She must be Huanhuan from Yin Weed Sect. Interesting, interesting…"
Even if the Heavenly Demon Genuine Qi in the dancer's body was hidden completely, it still could not escape his eyes.
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