Chapter 454 Grand View Garden Faction Battle 11

"I think I had a dream. In the dream, I displayed great power and killed Madam Wang with a single stroke..."

Having been given a dose of healing medicine, Yinzhi woke up groggily and, supporting him, Suo'etu suppressed a laugh: "Maybe it wasn't a dream."

As Yinzhi's vision gradually cleared, he saw a military general standing beside him, holding a large sword and bearing the same face as him.

"Am I that handsome?"

"Cough cough..." Soetu almost lost his composure, never knowing for the first time that the eldest prince was so narcissistic.

"Wake up and take a good look."

Yinzhen couldn't help but remind him. Upon hearing this, Yinzhi shook his head, confirming that what he was seeing was not an illusion, and asked hesitantly, "What's going on? Could it be that I broke through at a critical moment and gained the ability to create clones?"

Yinzhen couldn't help but sigh, "Little Eight, give Big Brother another dose of healing medicine."

Okay.

"No, no!"

Yinzhi quickly waved his hand, not needing Suo'etu's help, stood up, and jumped around a couple of times, "I'm all better, really."

After proving himself, Yinzhi leaned closer to the military officer and, setting aside their identical appearance, noticed his bronze-brown skin. "So... he's a clay figure?"

As if triggering some mechanism, the military officer looked up at Yinzhi, and with the same face and the same tone, coldly called out, "Father!"

"Pfft, cough cough..."

Immediately, everyone present coughed and looked at the two of them with disbelief.

Yinzhi jumped back in fright and shouted, "What are you talking about! Don't yell like that, Little Eight!"

"He actually..."

Just as Yinzhi was about to explain, the military officer turned to look at him and called out again in Yinzhi's voice, "Mother."

"Hahaha..." Soetu couldn't help but burst out laughing. Facing Yinzhen's death stare, Soetu waved his hand, "I just thought of something funny."

"Don't shout!" Yinzhi's cheeks flushed red as he glared at the military officer, then turned to glare at Yinzhi. "It's all my elder brother's fault!"

"What does this have to do with me? I'm a victim too!" Yin Zhi said, feeling wronged and confused.

Yinzhi took a deep breath and explained, "He was originally a clay figure with lightning attributes that I sculpted. I asked you to drip a drop of blood so that you could establish a connection with him and draw upon the power of lightning. Who knew you would bleed so much at once!"

"I'm just worried it won't be enough."

"That's really enough!" Yinzhi said helplessly, and continued, "A drop of blood established a connection, and the blood covering his head and body caused the clay figure to undergo a transformation and gain sentience. He is now a life form composed of mud and your blood, brother."

"Huh?" Yinzhi was shocked. He looked the taciturn but stern-faced military general up and down. "Then why does he call me father?"

"Because you gave him life."

Yinzhi suddenly realized, "So he called you... because you created him."

“You could say that,” Yinzhi rubbed his temples. “I can recycle and remake all the other clay figures, but not him. Brother, he’ll follow you from now on.”

"Can!"

Yinzhi readily agreed. After all, he looked exactly like him, so who else would he follow?

That's not the point. The point is that Yinzhi was very curious: "Then the fire-breathing little figure you made before?"

"It's not the same thing! No! Those are just clay figures, recyclable clay figures!"

Yinzhi emphasized repeatedly that Yinzhen felt sorry for his younger brother. He pulled Yinzhi aside, who was explaining, and gave Yinzhi a cold look: "Brother, if you are curious, you can go out and ask again in front of Father Emperor."

"Well, I wouldn't dare. Who would dare to cricket at Father Emperor in front of him?" Yinzhi said confidently.

"So, you're all talking behind my back?"

Before the live broadcast, Kangxi suddenly asked a question, and everyone who was amused by the scene immediately became serious.

"How could that be? Your Majesty, I admire you the most." Yinreng explained calmly, looking at Kangxi with a sincere expression.

“Yes, yes,” Yin Zhi followed closely, casually adding a dig to show his sincerity, “Your subject is different from your elder brother; your elder brother is more outgoing.”

Yinqi smiled sheepishly, distancing himself from the relationship: "Your subject is often in Shou Kang Palace and doesn't have much interaction with your elder brother."

Yinzhu looked confused: "What cricket?"

Yin You, with an upright and righteous air, said: "Your subject is wholeheartedly devoted to studying."

Yinzhen and Yinzhen looked at each other with sincere expressions: "Big brother doesn't like to play with us."

In short, the main point is that, apart from Yinzhi, they are all good babies.

Kangxi glanced at the crowd and snorted, "Don't let me catch them."

Everyone smiled and exchanged glances discreetly. It was hilarious; who would give themselves away except for the eldest brother?

...

"Cough cough cough..."

Yinzhi's face was streaked with ash, and he could barely open his eyes from the smoke of the fire. While using a basin to pour water from the lake onto the fire, he couldn't help but ask loudly, "Fourth Prince, is it done yet?"

Yinzhen did not reply; at that moment, he was completely absorbed in the painting he was working on.

In the previous round, after the clay figure was brought back to life and displayed its power by killing Lady Wang with a single blow, the remaining maids and monsters were instantly weakened, which gave Yinzhen the opportunity to accumulate paint.

The eerie, ghostly green aura was absorbed into the paintbrush, and the brush handle was covered with white frost.

So when a fire suddenly broke out in Xiaoxiang Pavilion, Yinzhen thought of how to make use of the "pigment" this time.

Ghostly aura forming frost is such a common scene. Of course, Yinzhen couldn't draw a ghost; it would be time-consuming, laborious, and inefficient. So he simply drew a row of blowers.

With the final stroke completed, the tall blower, gleaming with an eerie green light, landed and began to spin rapidly, blowing not wind, but a ghostly aura and frost towards the surrounding flames.

Soon, the menacing flames were gradually eroded by the frost.

In ghost stories, when monsters appear, all light is extinguished. So how can ordinary fire compare to the eerie atmosphere of a ghost?

"It's done!"

Yinzhi and Suo'etu protected the others and quickly retreated behind the blower. Watching the flames retreat step by step, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Yinzhi shivered and laughed, "This cooling effect is truly extraordinary."

With the sudden fire extinguished and a moment of respite, Suo'etu couldn't help but ask, "This time it's fire, which makes sense according to the Five Elements, but why is it water for Madam Wang and the others? Is it because ghostly energy can frost?"

Yinzhi hesitated for a moment, then said, "Jia Baoyu has a classic saying..."

The "Mud" radar went off, and Yinzhi exclaimed incredulously, "Could it be that some kind of thing is true: girls are made of water and boys are made of mud?"

"Why is it impossible? This is the Grand View Garden of the Jia family."

After Yinzhi said that, everyone fell silent. Although it was a bit unbelievable, it was also incredibly reasonable in this context.

"What will be next if we talk about earth?"