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This made him even more interested in deducing these. After a few stars were fossilized to ashes, the night's work passed, and the sky grew brighter.

Zhuang Yichen opened his eyes, and at this time, the official seal suddenly vibrate, and when he went in, he saw that it was actually a message from the eldest princess.

This is naturally a tender and sweet, as well as a strong sense of concern. As for Emperor Yan's marriage, the eldest princess spontaneously ignored it, probably not wanting to increase the pressure on Zhuang Yichen.

Thinking of his next plan, Zhuang Yichen immediately replied. Some meaty words were followed by a long string of medicines, and the eldest princess accepted it without even asking Yuyuan.

Although the Yan Kingdom was weak, it was one of the Seven Kingdoms of the Human Race after all! It could be said that it had a unique advantage in collecting cultivation resources, far above the Half-Saint Family.

After all, the Seven Kingdoms of the Human Race are orthodox regimes, and they have affected too many people, and even if they are half-saints, it will be much more tiring to do these things.

"It seems that there are really many practical benefits to finding a top-notch Bai Fumei Emperor second-generation!" After Zhuang Yichen finished contacting the eldest princess, many men on the earth abandoned their wives because they hooked up with a girl from a good family, and at this time, they also had some experience in their hearts.

"It's a pity that the Wedding Dress Divine Skill can no longer be extended! Is it because this technique has reached the end of no deduction, or because my current strength is not enough, I'm afraid this can only be verified by time!" Zhuang Yichen sighed with some regret.

Cultivating the Wedding Dress Divine Skill will definitely help the restoration of the Martial Palace, especially the Demon Spirit Bead of the Coca God of War in the Divine Soul is even more effective.

But as things stand, there is still a long way to go before a full recovery is made.

Fortunately, there are still about nine months before going to the Holy Land, otherwise it would be difficult to say whether or not he would be able to obtain the Origin Martial Soul by then.

"If you can capture the Origin Martial Soul, maybe you can turn the Dantian Center into an existence that is not inferior to the Martial Palace!" Zhuang Yichen thought of this, and there was a faint joy in his heart.

Moreover, after the Origin Martial Soul is obtained, even if the situation of his own internal strength is known, he can be pushed to the side of the Origin Martial Soul.

After all, in the martial arts, the Origin Martial Spirit has always been a very mysterious existence, and many strange things have happened, and no one will pay attention to even one more.

After not eating all night, even Zhuang Yichen felt a little hungry! Of course, this hunger is not absolutely physical, but more actually mental.

For him, the kind of thinking of modern people on the earth can't be assimilated by the Shenlong Continent, so sometimes Zhuang Yichen always feels a little out of place with this world.

"Dean!" In the small cafeteria of the post house, seeing Zhuang Yichen coming in, the students automatically got up and shouted respectfully.

Zhuang Yichen nodded with a smile one by one, and then sat down beside Fang Zihong.

"How does it feel to be a Saint Qianwen Jinshi?" Zhuang Yichen said with a smile in the first sentence.

"Very good, it's like a dream! Fortunately, the student met you, the dean!" Fang Zihong stood up and saluted gratefully.

"Come on, this is the result of your own hard work, and the result of your accumulation has nothing to do with me!" Zhuang Yichen waved his hand disapprovingly, and the students all cast admiration at him.

Fang Zihong also said more, but an inaudible voice said beside Zhuang Yichen: "Zihong will not disappoint Master Zhuang!"

Zhuang Yichen nodded with a smile and didn't say anything. At this time, it is better to say more than nothing, in fact, it is more relieving.

At this time, there was a sudden obvious commotion outside the post house, and Zhuang Yichen frowned a little dissatisfied.

Soon, an official of the mission trotted over to report, and there was still a cold sweat on his head.

"Lord Wang, there are a lot of people from the family outside!" the official stammered, his expression extremely strange.

"What's going on? Could it be that the Seven Nations Academy Literary Association lost to us in the competition, and we were not convinced and came to the door to make trouble?" Chen Wenquan said dissatisfiedly on the side.

"That's not it!" the official smiled bitterly and took out a thick stack of vermilion greetings and said, "They all came to send invitations to Fang Zisong and invite him to come over!"

"Huh?" Zhuang Yichen took these prayers and took a cursory look at a few copies, either a certain prince of Qi or an elder of a big family, although this is not a very top existence in Qi country, but the weight is not light.

"It seems that Zihong, you, the Holy Former Wen Jinshi, have been favored by others, and you are ready to send charcoal in the snow!" Zhuang Yichen smiled dumbly after reading it, while the people of Yan Guo were stunned.

What the hell is this situation? In the past, the envoy of the Yan Kingdom came out to participate in the Seven Kingdoms Academy Literary Conference, and it was not to be looked at and ridiculed with contempt throughout the whole process, even if it was a big face. Not to mention that these big families with eyes above the top will look up to them.

After a burst of excitement, they finally figured out that this was a symbol of Yan's national strength and national fortune. Otherwise, no matter how talented Fang Zihong is, he may not be able to achieve an epiphany on the spot to become a saint before Wen Jinshi.

At this time, everyone involuntarily cast a fiery gaze at Fang Zihong, and looked at him with extremely deep eyes.

"Brother Zihong, if you don't see any daughter who is not very satisfied, remember to introduce it to me!" Chen Wenquan yelled first and hugged Fang Zihong.

Fang Zihong was cold, and hurriedly pushed him away and said, "You still use me to introduce you, I'm afraid that the little lady who likes you can be lined up from Jizhou to the capital!"

"Yan Nu is weak, Qi Nu is amorous, Zihong, you remember to taste each with a different flavor!" Chen Wenquan said cheekily. They didn't talk like this along the way, and at first they estimated Zhuang Yichen's identity, but later found that the young dean didn't seem to care at all, and they often watched them make a fuss like this.

Fang Zihong was made red-faced, he has always been used to self-discipline, and his face is naturally not as thick as Chen Wenquan's veteran, so he had to hurry to the door to entertain guests like fleeing.

The cafeteria burst into laughter, and Zhuang Yichen looked at these top-notch people in Yan Guowen with satisfaction. After three consecutive wins yesterday, the self-confidence of these scholars has improved significantly, and then even the strength has become a few points stronger.

In the practice of literature and Taoism, many times it pays attention to a mind and understanding, so once you have an epiphany, there are also cases where you go from a literary master to the peak of a literary hero.

There are even people who have just been promoted to Wenru for less than two years and stepped into the semi-saint position because of an epiphany, which is almost a miracle representative of the human race.

After instructing Wenju people to strengthen their cultivation and pay attention to rest, Zhuang Yichen wanted to go back to his room, but he didn't want to receive a summons from Generalissimo Li.