My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

"Mr. Cheng."

The Minister of Rites, Jiang Fan, first performed a respectful greeting toward Cheng Zhihai.

Cheng Zhihai’s stony expression remained unchanged, his body surging with Qi, imposing no small pressure on the Minister of Rites, Jiang Fan.

Cheng Zhihai stared at the Minister of Rites, Jiang Fan, sizing him up a few times before speaking with slight surprise, "Is it you?"

The Minister of Rites, Jiang Fan, looked up slightly in confusion, looking toward Cheng Zhihai, "Mr. Cheng, what is it?"

Cheng Zhihai shook his head, not offering an explanation, his breathing slowed as he asked, "What brings you here for my Guanger?"

The Minister of Rites, Jiang Fan, answered with a smile, "Mr. Cheng, I am here by His Majesty’s command, to deliver a gift to the Princely Heir."

With that, he pulled out an exquisitely crafted sandalwood box from his sleeve and handed it to Cheng Guang.

After transferring the item to Cheng Guang.

The Minister of Rites, Jiang Fan, prepared to leave. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Cheng Zhihai called out to him, frowning slightly, "Did His Majesty not say anything else?"

The Minister of Rites, Jiang Fan, shook his head, "No."

Cheng Zhihai nodded slightly, "In that case, I appreciate you taking the trouble to make this trip specially, Jiang Fan. His Majesty really should have said something in advance if he intended to send a gift. Now that Guanger has already departed, you had to make such a trip."

The Minister of Rites, Jiang Fan, hearing this, his round face suddenly changed color, hastening to say, "Mr. Cheng, we really shouldn’t say such things. Who can fathom His Majesty’s thoughts?"

"Perhaps His Majesty simply acted on a whim and sent me to deliver a gift to the Princely Heir."

"Very well, since I have carried out what His Majesty commanded, I won’t disturb the Princely Heir or Mr. Cheng any longer."

Having said this, the Minister of Rites, Jiang Fan, bowed slightly and with one step, stood up to leave.

The figure of the Minister of Rites, Jiang Fan, swept down from the Flying Boat and disappeared from view in just a moment.

Cheng Guang watched as the figure of the Minister of Rites, Jiang Fan, gradually vanished, then his gaze returned from the distance, falling upon the wooden box in his hands, opening it for a glance. Inside was a black pearl, made of some unknown substance.

By the looks of it, it seemed quite precious.

After taking a glance, Cheng Guang closed the box and looked toward Cheng Zhihai, asking, "Dad, how come you’re here?"

Cheng Zhihai, watching the Minister of Rites, Jiang Fan, depart, felt his anxious heart gradually settle. Now hearing Cheng Guang’s question, he didn’t feel it was appropriate to voice his own suspicions.

Opting for a light smile instead, he said:

"Nothing much, I just suddenly felt like seeing you off."

Cheng Guang, hearing this, paused mid-sentence, glanced down at the scenery beneath the Flying Boat, and said, "Dad, if you keep seeing me off, we’ll be there soon."

Cheng Zhihai felt a touch of embarrassment, coughed with his hands behind his back, and then stretched out a hand, "Guanger, could I see the gift His Majesty sent?"

Cheng Guang passed the wooden box to Cheng Zhihai, while explaining:

"This is what His Majesty is sending to that person from the Taihao Sword Sect."

"It’s not for me."

Cheng Zhihai gave a slight nod, examining the wooden box. With one hand, he gently pinched the black bead, inspecting it for a moment, then after probing it with Qi for a while, he put the black pearl back down.

He sighed in relief within his heart.

At the same time,

Cheng Zhihai was somewhat puzzled by Emperor Zhou’s intentions in doing all of this.

Suddenly giving a gift to Cheng Guang and having the Minister of Rites, Jiang Fan, personally deliver it was one thing, but to even give such a precious Blackwater Bead was another.

For those who cultivate in the water-related pathways, it could be considered a treasure.

Water nourishes the skin.

Blackwater Bead.

For women, it’s even more so an invaluable treasure.

When Wu Yuemei once asked for the Blackwater Bead from Wu Shang, the Emperor of Great Zhou, even as much as Wu Shang doted on his sister Wu Yuemei, he did not part with the Blackwater Bead.

In the right hands, the Blackwater Bead becomes a cultivation treasure. Rather than being used by women for skin nourishment, it’s better to let it serve a more important purpose.

In the eyes of Emperor Zhou, cultivation is clearly more significant.

The very Blackwater Bead that Wu Yuemei asked from Emperor Zhou years ago and that Emperor Zhou was reluctant to part with was now given to Cheng Guang.

To present it to the future Wife of Crown Prince of Taihao Sword Sect.

No matter how Cheng Zhihai thought about it, he found it incredible.

But now, even with all the incredulity, Cheng Zhihai couldn’t see anything amiss.

Emperor Zhou behaved extremely well, out of concern as an uncle, giving Cheng Guang a little gift was nothing out of the ordinary.

At most, it was a bit rushed, and the timing was off, that’s all.

Cheng Zhihai placed the Blackwater Bead back into the sandalwood box, slowly exhaled and said, "Alright, this is a good item. If you give it to that child from Taihao Sword Sect, they’ll probably be very pleased."

"You keep it safe, so as not to waste His Majesty’s good intentions."

"I’m heading back now, if there’s anything, contact me."

Seeing that they were nearing Taihao Sword Sect, Cheng Zhihai was already planning his return.

Cheng Guang listened to Cheng Zhihai’s words, looked into the distance for a moment, and could already see a peak that resembled Heavenly Gate amidst the mountains from afar.

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Rising into the clouds, standing amidst the mountains, it seemed like an Immortal Realm of the mortal world.

That Heavenly Gate, amidst the clouds, clothed in a layer of golden glow from the radiant sun, took on a sort of divine aura, as if it was the Southern Heavenly Gate of Heavenly Court.

This Tianmen Mountain was precisely where Taihao Sword Sect was located.

Cheng Guang nodded and said, "Then go ahead, Dad, I don’t think there’ll be any accidents along the way."

Cheng Zhihai nodded slightly and stood up to leave.