The Heavens: From Film and Mythology to Conquering Myriad Realms

In the Sanhe Manor, Murong Fuxing eagerly found Lu Yao.

Meanwhile, Lu Yao was teaching Wang Yuyan the Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies Supreme Technique.

This technique is not only powerful, but it also has the effect of preserving youth, making it very suitable for women to practice.

After obtaining this technique from the Heavenly Child Granny, Lu Yao taught it to the women in the Origin Space.

"Brother Lu!"

Murong Fu walked into the courtyard and came to Lu Yao and Wang Yuyan.

"Why is my cousin here?"

Wang Yuyan let out a soft breath and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Yes, I've come to discuss some matters with Brother Lu."

Murong Fu nodded, greeted Wang Yuyan, and then looked at Lu Yao.

"Brother Murong, is something the matter?"

Lu Yao was perfectly clear about Murong Fu's purpose in coming here.

"Brother Lu, have you received the invitation to join the Western Xia army?"

Murong Fu took out a pure white invitation card, his expression showing great interest.

Upon receiving the invitation to join the heroes, Murong Fu felt the same way as the Western Xia and wanted to form an alliance with them.

After all, the Yan army is still too weak, and the slightest mistake could lead to its annihilation.

With the Western Xia as an ally, the Murong family could quickly rise to prominence and contend for supremacy.

"Of course I received this invitation to the hero's invitation. What are your thoughts, Brother Murong?"

Lu Yao took out a card identical to the one Murong Fu had and looked at Murong Fu.

Murong Fu's expression shifted slightly, and he hesitated somewhat.

"I urge Brother Lu to give up this marriage contest in Western Xia. It is too important for my Murong family. Please do me the favor."

Murong Fu cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to Lu Yao and made a very sincere request.

Murong Fu knew very well that if Lu Yao were to participate in this marriage contest, he would have absolutely no chance.

Lu Yao's martial arts skills far surpassed his own, and the Xiaoyao Sect was also extremely powerful, with experts like the Tianshan Child Granny.

If Western Xia wanted to recruit martial arts forces, Lu Yao had a much greater advantage than Murong Fu.

Hearing Lu Yao and Murong Fu's conversation, Wang Yuyan, who was standing to the side, also felt a little nervous.

After all, she was a princess of the Western Xia Kingdom, with a noble status far beyond what she could compare to. Wang Yuyan was very afraid that Lu Yao would neglect her because of this.

"Hehe, Brother Murong, don't worry, I have no interest in becoming the son-in-law of the Western Xia."

Lu Yao chuckled lightly. Although he had heard that the Princess of Yinchuan was beautiful and was the only daughter of Emperor Li Qianshun of Western Xia, he still had no interest in her whatsoever.

"Thank you, Brother Lu."

Murong Fu breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Lu Yao.

He thought that Lu Yao had given up because of his request.

Hearing Lu Yao's words, Wang Yuyan felt her heart brighten after the storm.

Lu Yao naturally noticed Wang Yuyan's little trick and chuckled inwardly.

"In that case, I'll go with you to see what kind of consort the Western Xia wants to choose."

After thinking for a moment, Lu Yao decided to go to Western Xia with Murong Fu.

After agreeing on a departure time with Murong Fu, Lu Yao came to Wang Yuyan's side.

"Was Yu Yan nervous just now?"

Lu Yao chuckled and pulled Wang Yuyan into his arms.

Wang Yuyan blushed instantly and gently punched Lu Yao.

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In just over a month, Lu Yao and his group arrived at the Western Xia Imperial Palace.

This time, the marriage proposal is without Xu Zhu, which is very different from the original story. It is no longer a scheme devised by Princess Yinchuan to find her lover.

Within the Western Xia imperial palace, heroes from the martial arts world and princes from other countries arrived one after another, creating a lively scene.

Inside a palace, people were taking their seats. Murong Fu and his retainers had already found a seat near the main seat, hoping to be closer to the princess later.

Lu Yao then took Wang Yuyan, who was dressed as a man, and they casually found a corner to sit down.

Murong Fu encountered trouble as soon as he sat down.

"Pretty boy, get out of my way, I want this position."

A burly man with several men stood in front of Murong Fu and shouted loudly.

"Where did this barbarian come from? Get out of here."

Standing next to Murong Fu was Bao Butong, who had a fiery temper and could not tolerate anything for even a moment.

"I am a prince of Tibet. Who are you?"

The Tibetan prince looked at Murong Fu with disdain, completely ignoring Bao Butong.

Murong Fu frowned. A prince of a kingdom is quite difficult to deal with, but perhaps he could make his acquaintance with him.

"My name is Murong Fu from Gusu."

Murong Fu stood up, holding a folding fan, and gracefully bowed to the Tibetan prince.

"Murong Fu? Never heard of him, get out of my way."

The Tibetan prince thought for a moment, then pulled Murong Fu aside and sat down on the ground.

Murong Fu was caught off guard and the Tibetan prince attacked him directly, pulling him back two steps before he could react.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that the Tibetan prince himself was not weak.

"you!"

Murong Fu looked annoyed, but dared not retaliate, so he had to find another place to sit.

"Tch, this Murong Fu, who's called the Southern Murong, is nothing special. What a coward."

The Tibetan prince spat, clearly knowing who Murong Fu was.

A short while later, almost all the seats in the hall were filled.

Several maids entered the main hall.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the princess has decreed that there are three trials in this marriage selection process. Those who pass the trials will be able to meet the princess."

The head maid took the seat of honor and quietly conveyed Princess Yinchuan's instructions.

"You Western Xia people are so verbose, going on and on with all this nonsense. Let's just ask the princess to come out."

The Tibetan prince looked somewhat impatient and urged him on.

"Young master, please watch your words!"

The Western Xia guards, who had come with the maid, looked at the Tibetan prince with cold expressions.

"Humph!"

The Tibetan prince snorted coldly, but said nothing more.

"Please follow me."

After the maid finished speaking, she walked out of the main hall.

The people inside the hall quickly followed.

"Yu Yan, let's go take a look too."

Lu Yao gently called to Wang Yuyan, who was standing beside him, and got up to follow.

The maid led the group into a huge cave.

"These are martial arts calligraphy and paintings collected in the palace. Please take a look. This is also the first test."

The maidservant came to the center of the cave study and said to everyone with a smile.

"Hehehe, what's so great about calligraphy and painting? If we're going to compete, let's compete on skill."

Some renowned martial arts masters dismissed this.

"These paintings and calligraphy are quite interesting, Yu Yan, don't look at them later."

Lu Yao's eyesight was exceptionally sharp; even in the dim light, he could see everything clearly.

"Yu Yan will listen to Young Master."

Although Wang Yuyan was puzzled, she nodded nonetheless.

Soon everyone began to look at the martial arts calligraphy and paintings hanging in the study.

However, a sudden change occurred.

After observing for only a short while, the true energy within the body of a master at the Acquired Realm suddenly went berserk and out of control, launching a sudden attack on those around him.

"There's something wrong with this painting and calligraphy!"

The Tibetan prince, naturally possessing considerable martial arts skills, quickly discovered the deception in the calligraphy and painting.

Lu Yao chuckled. This was Xixia kicking out those whose martial arts cultivation was insufficient.

These martial arts paintings and calligraphy works are highly deceptive, causing viewers to unconsciously follow the paths depicted in the paintings and calligraphy to circulate their internal energy.

The result was that his internal energy went berserk and became uncontrollable.