Chapter 024: Laughing Proudly at Kings and Nobles

In Yuchi Zhenjin's view, humans are merely bodies of flesh and blood; even if they have cultivated hard skills, they are still bodies of flesh and blood.

And Tiger Wing could slice through iron as if it were mud, its sharpness unmatched.

He had once wielded Tiger Wing and, in a single breath, cleaved through more than a dozen long swords, knowing full well its sharpness.

Therefore, in Yuchi Zhenjin's eyes, as long as he had Tiger Wing, Wang Bo was nothing. This was also why, even though Yuchi Zhenjin clearly knew Wang Bo was impervious to blades and spears, he still did not take him seriously.

Because of his blade—because Tiger Wing gave Yuchi Zhenjin immense confidence.

He knew that those who had trained in hard skills were formidable, but no matter how formidable, they were still human, and the sharpness of Tiger Wings was enough to drive any practitioner of hard skills to despair.

Before Tiger Wing, anyone who practices hard martial arts is like a sheet of paper.

Even though Yuchi Zhenjin knew that the instruments of torture at the Court of Judicial Review were useless against Wang Bo, he did not care.

The instruments of torture at the Court of Judicial Review work well enough against ordinary people, but they are useless against those who practice hard martial arts.

Moreover, instruments of torture are merely tools for tormenting people; how could they compare to Tiger Wings?

Therefore, from the Dali Temple to the imperial palace, Yuchi Zhenjin had always believed he was tolerating Wang Bo. If not for his own patience, Wang Bo would likely have been hacked to death by him long ago.

But now, Yuchi Zhenjin finally realized.

He had underestimated Wang Bo.

His hard-style skill had long since transcended the human realm; even a divine weapon like Tiger Wing was useless before Wang Bo.

The Tiger Wing was indeed sharp, able to slice through iron as if it were mud, but Wang Bo's body was even harder than steel.

For a moment, Yuchi Zhenjin's hair stood on end. If even Tiger Wing could not harm Wang Bo, then what could possibly stop him? If Wang Bo were to go berserk here, who could prevent him from harming the Empress?

If Wang Bo truly harmed the Empress, then wouldn't he, Yuchi Zhenjin, be guilty of an unforgivable crime?

"Enough!"

Just then, Wu Zetian, seated upright on the dragon throne, let out a sharp rebuke, "You dare to engage in violence within the imperial study—do you still have any regard for me?!"

Yuchi Zhenjin trembled in fright and immediately knelt prostrate on the ground.

Your subject is terrified. I momentarily committed a grave error, resorting to violence before the imperial presence. I beg Your Majesty's forgiveness.

Wang Bo looked at Wu Zetian, whose face was both awe-inspiring and alluring, tugged at his clothes, which were covered in sword cuts, and said, “Your Majesty, find me some clothes. Wearing these tattered rags is uncomfortable.”

Wu Zetian opened her phoenix eyes, full of majesty; an ordinary person would likely have been scared out of their wits.

But Wang Bo didn't care in the slightest.

"Someone come, bring a garment for Master Wang to change into," she said in a deep voice, her tone somewhat displeased. For someone who completely disregarded her, it was impossible for Wu Zetian not to feel anger in her heart.

However, having just witnessed Yuchi Zhenjin's attack, she also understood something.

Wang Bo is indeed formidable.

Even Hu Yi could not harm the opponent in the slightest, which is enough to prove this man's strength.

Thus Wu Zetian had no choice but to suppress the anger in her heart and yield somewhat to Wang Bo for the time being.

Because she was well aware that within this imperial study, no one could stop this man, and she understood all too well how precious her own person was—it was not worth getting angry over a brute.

Several palace maids came forward and led Wang Bo away. In a side hall, they presented him with a set of sumptuous clothes.

Wang Bo glanced at it a few times, then helplessly spread his arms, letting the palace maids help him change clothes.

After all, ancient clothing is rather complicated to put on.

For a moment, Wang Bo truly didn't know how to put them on.

At home, it was always Liu'er and Yu'er who helped Wang Bo change clothes. This time in the palace, the only ones Wang Bo could rely on were these palace maids.

Before long, after changing clothes, Wang Bo, in front of all the palace maids, took a full-length mirror out of his four-dimensional pocket and set it on the ground. He stood before the mirror, gazing at himself in ancient attire.

Two words: magnificent!

The fabric chosen for the imperial garments was absolutely the finest, and on Wang Bo they looked exceptionally grand.

As for whether his charm had improved, Wang Bo wasn't too sure.

Just as Wang Bo was observing himself in the mirror, several palace maids stared incredulously at the full-length mirror, feeling they had witnessed something utterly unbelievable.

In modern times, a full-length mirror isn't worth much.

But in ancient times, this was a priceless treasure.

What kind of mirror was used in the Tang Dynasty? Anyone with a bit of common sense knows it was the bronze mirror!

The clarity of a bronze mirror is like a little demon, capable of tormenting a person to the point of ecstasy and death. This was Wang Bo's most direct impression, so when he looked in a mirror, he absolutely would not use a bronze one.

Because it could not reflect Wang Bo's true appearance at all.

Only a mirror made with modern craftsmanship can clearly reveal a person's radiance.

The palace maids had never seen such a modern craftwork, especially the scenery reflected in the mirror, which was as clear as what the naked eye sees, frighteningly distinct.

Compared to bronze mirrors, they are simply not on the same level.

In ancient times, such a priceless treasure would be worth a string of cities. So they crowded around Wang Bo, each eager to catch a glimpse.

Wang Bo straightened his clothes and hat before the mirror, then put the mirror away again.

Although such a mirror meant nothing to Wang Bo, and he had over a hundred more in his four-dimensional pocket, he would not give them away for nothing.

After all, such an item was far too precious in ancient times.

After Wang Bo took back the mirror, the palace maids felt a sense of loss, but dared not say anything, so they had to lead Wang Bo back to the imperial study.

And Wang Bo also noticed that within the imperial study, several breathing sounds had appeared.

These breaths were faint and elusive, hidden in the shadows.

Wang Bo couldn't help but laugh. Obviously, these people must be the so-called imperial experts. Their purpose for being here is self-evident: to protect Wu Zetian.

It seems that even the emperor and empress are quite afraid of death.

Wang Bo acted as if he had noticed nothing, stepped forward, and cupped his hands in salute: "This commoner Wang Bo pays his respects to the Empress."

"Insolent!" Yuchi Zhenjin rebuked him: "Wang Bo, you are but a commoner. Why do you not kneel before the Empress?"

"Probably because I have no regard for the law," Wang Bo thought for a moment, then replied.

Yuchi Zhenjin: ...

Wu Zetian: ...

Palace Maid: ……

Lian Nishang couldn't help but glance at Wang Bo several times, thinking that he truly had no taboos. Such a person, she mused, was either a fool or, as he himself claimed, truly invincible under heaven, his learning sufficient to laugh proudly at kings and nobles.

Yuchi Zhenjin was so furious his lungs were about to burst; his five fingers clenched into a fist, making cracking sounds, and his handsome face flushed bright red, just like his head of crimson hair.

It was especially evident that he was truly infuriated.

But Wang Bo was truly not the least bit nervous; he simply enjoyed watching the other party's expression of desperately wanting to kill him yet being powerless to do so.