Now, news has suddenly spread that Wang Yang has become the Grand Preceptor of the Ming Dynasty.
How could this not astonish the martial arts practitioners of the Ming Dynasty?
Soon, another piece of news spread like wildfire throughout the Ming Dynasty.
Outside the capital of the Ming Dynasty, Wang Yang single-handedly shattered the armor of 6,800 men with a single sword strike!
This news once again shocked the martial arts world of the Ming Dynasty!
"Really?"
"Does Wang Yang really have that kind of strength?"
"One sword strike pierces through 6,800 armor? Is that even possible for a human?"
"Could Wang Yang have already advanced to the Land Immortal Realm?"
"Could it be that the imperial family's appointment of him as the Grand Preceptor of the Ming Dynasty is related to this matter?"
"I have to say, Wang Yang is truly a prodigy!"
"..."
In an instant, discussions about it could be heard everywhere within the Ming Dynasty.
At this juncture.
In the capital of the Ming Dynasty, Wang Yang and his entourage had left the palace and begun to tour the city.
"Young master, everyone in the taverns and teahouses of the capital is talking about you!"
Zhao Min smiled and looked at Wang Yang, her eyes full of admiration and respect.
After this trip to the capital of the Ming Dynasty, her admiration for Wang Yang had grown to an unparalleled level.
With a single sword strike, he pierced through 6,800 armored soldiers, stormed into the imperial palace, and forced the two highest-ranking officials of the Ming Dynasty to tremble and prostrate themselves at his feet.
Zhao Min found these actions utterly incomprehensible.
In addition, beauties like Zhou Zhiruo also admired and loved Wang Yang even more.
Of course, because of their different personalities, the women expressed their love for Wang Yang in very different ways.
Take Jiang Yuyan for example; she made no attempt to hide her admiration for Wang Yang.
On the contrary, Cheng Ying, Lu Wushuang and others were much more reserved in their behavior.
Hearing what Zhao Min said, Wang Yang smiled calmly and was about to reply when Jiang Yuyan suddenly interjected:
"Of course!"
"Nowadays, young master's reputation is soaring throughout the Ming Dynasty!"
"The Grand Preceptor of the Ming Dynasty!"
"This title alone is enough to make countless people look up to him."
Jiang Yuyan spoke these words with deep affection.
Seeing this, Zhao Min and the other beauties were all filled with jealousy.
After a slight pause, Zhou Zhiruo spoke:
"Yu Yan, you're not right about that."
“Even if you weren’t the Grand Preceptor of the Ming Dynasty, you would already be famous.”
"Besides, the position of Grand Preceptor of the Ming Dynasty was something the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty begged you to take."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuyan was stunned and speechless at Zhou Zhiruo's words.
Seeing this, Zhao Min quickly chimed in:
“Zhiruo is right, Young Master doesn’t need the Grand Preceptor of the Ming Dynasty to enhance his fame!”
"You...you all..."
Jiang Yuyan was stunned and couldn't say a word for a long time.
Seeing this, Zhao Min and Zhou Zhiruo felt much better.
"Young master, they're bullying me!"
After a moment of hesitation, Jiang Yuyan pouted and quickly looked at Wang Yang, hoping that he would stand up for her.
Wang Yang gave a bitter smile.
Such jealous and rivalry happens every day, and he feels helpless about it.
"Alright, alright, let's stop talking! Let's find an inn to stay in first."
After a moment of silence, Wang Yang said this, and then led everyone to get up and leave.
Soon, the group found an inn in the capital.
After they sat down in the lobby of the inn, the waiter approached them with a big smile, offering to pour tea for Wang Yang and the others.
"Don't worry, we can handle it ourselves!"
Wang Yang noticed this and said calmly.
"Hello, sir!"
The waiter responded, put down the teapot, and left on his own.
Then, Zhao Min and the others stood up at the same time, clearly intending to compete to pour water for Wang Yang.
Little did they know, Wang Yang saw this and suddenly shouted to stop them:
"Please sit down, all of you!"
Zhao Min and the others were stunned for a moment, looking at Wang Yang with confusion.
Wang Yang didn't explain, but turned his gaze and fixed it on Shangguan Haitang.
"Um?"
Shangguan Haitang was taken aback when Wang Yang suddenly looked at her like that.
Before she could even speak, Wang Yang said, "Little Begonia, why don't you pour tea and water for everyone?"
"Crunch!"
Upon hearing what Wang Yang said, Shangguan Haitang clenched her teeth, feeling quite displeased, but she dared not show it.
She knew all along the way.
If I dare to disobey Wang Yang's wishes, I will surely be punished.
Although she was unwilling, Shangguan Haitang still pretended to be hardworking and dutiful, and then got up to pour tea for everyone.
Wang Yang didn't pay any attention to this.
He had already seen through Shangguan Haitang's thoughts.
In the battle of Tahu City, he killed Zhu Wushi, the Iron-Blooded Marquis, an event that Shangguan Haitang had always resented.
Indeed, it was just as Wang Yang had thought.
Shanghai Haitang had long harbored a seed of hatred in her heart.
If she weren't so weak, she would have already taken action against Wang Yang.
"It seems I'll need to be patient if I want to tame this little vixen, Shangguan Haitang!"
Watching Shangguan Haitang pour tea and water for everyone, Wang Yang muttered to himself.
He knew in his heart that it would probably take a long time to get Shangguan Haitang to submit to him.
Before long, Shangguan Haitang poured tea for everyone and then prepared to return to her seat.
But she had only turned around and taken a few steps when Wang Yang's shout rang out:
"Little Begonia, who told you to go back?"
"My legs are a little sore, come and give me a massage!"
As he spoke, Wang Yang casually crossed his legs.
Upon hearing this, Shangguan Haitang paused, her anger rising, but she dared not speak out.
She also knew that Wang Yang's sudden request for her to serve tea and water to everyone, and to massage her feet in public, was a way to put her in a bad light.
"call!"
After a brief pause, Shangguan Haitang took a deep breath and then turned to walk towards Wang Yang.
She knelt down beside Wang Yang and began to massage his legs.
"You can use a little more force."
Wang Yang looked like he was enjoying himself.
Shangguan Haitang lowered her head, feeling not only angry but also very aggrieved.
At this moment, Jiang Yuyan suddenly spoke up:
"Young master, let me massage your shoulders!"
Without waiting for Wang Yang's reply, Jiang Yuyan got up and went behind him, starting to massage his back and shoulders.
Seeing this, Wang Yang was both amused and exasperated. His original intention was to punish Shangguan Haitang in public, as a way to teach her a lesson.
Who would have thought that Jiang Yuyan would suddenly appear out of nowhere?
Just as Wang Yang was feeling bitter and helpless, beauties like Zhao Min and Zhou Zhiruo were not to be outdone and all moved closer to him.
"Young master, let me massage your shoulders too!"
"Alliance Leader Wang, let me give you a back massage!"
"..."
Zhou Botong, Yang Guo, and the others who were standing nearby were all stunned when they saw this.
Upon seeing this, Yilin lowered her head and looked down.
For some reason, seeing the women serving Wang Yang in this way stirred a strange impulse deep within her.
She even fantasized about how wonderful it would be if she could serve Wang Yang herself.
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