Chapter 3: A Chance Encounter with the Imperial Prince

Chapter 3: A Chance Encounter with the Imperial Prince

Guuuuu...

Wang Si's stomach rumbled in protest. But he still hadn't reached Skyfight City.

To conserve his energy, he could only sit down by a tree at the side of the road.

Damn it, Ghost Douluo was so unreliable! He had just left him there and didn't even tell him which way to go.

Originally, their plan was to leave him a day's journey away, but Ghost Douluo hadn't given him any directions.

Wang Si had simply followed the direction of a horseshoe print on the road, but after walking for a long time, he still hadn't seen Skyfight City. Instead, the trees were becoming denser.

Only then did Wang Si realize that he had gone in the wrong direction. Helplessly, he could only turn back.

However, Wang Si didn't have much food with him. He had the game system, yes, and he also had backpack space.

But after his martial soul had awakened, he had been brought directly to the Martial Soul Palace, and then to this place.

During this time, he hadn't had any opportunity to replenish his supplies. He hadn't even reached the place where he had fallen, and he was already starving.

"I can't possibly be the first time-traveler to starve to death, can I? That would be too pathetic."

Wang Si thought to himself.

Before, at the Martial Soul Palace, although he hadn't received the subsidy, he hadn't had to worry about food or clothing.

But now, as far as the eye could see, there was only some grass.

When he was really too hungry, Wang Si sat down under a tree and started pulling out some of the grass that looked juicier.

Hmm?

It tasted pretty good. Although the flavor was off, the texture was somewhat similar to leeks!

More importantly, it replenished his energy.

After checking his panel, he confirmed that eating this grass really did restore his energy and hydration, and then he no longer hesitated.

As long as it provided energy, who cared about anything else!

............

In the carriage, Xue Qinghe held a book that recorded the history of the empire, and was reviewing his lessons.

But his mind wasn't really on the book.

Every now and then, he would let his martial soul possess him, and then secretly release his first soul skill.

Eight or nine-year-old children were at the age where they were curious about new things.

The elderly man who served as Xue Qinghe's guard sat opposite the young prince, and turned a blind eye to these small actions of his.

The fact that the First Prince was reading a book on their journey back was already quite surprising to him. As for whether the First Prince was actually learning anything, he didn't care at all.

However, he would still need to give an explanation to Snow Night Emperor, as this time the First Prince had stayed out quite a long time.

Just as the old man was thinking about how to find an excuse, he frowned.

There were other people on the road from Skyfight City to the Royal Soul Hunting Ground?

The first time he sensed someone, the old man immediately released the aura of his Douluo level soul power.

The entire convoy stopped immediately upon feeling the old man's aura.

Xue Qinghe, who had been lost in thought holding the book, also came to his senses and looked at the old man in surprise.

"Snow Grandpa, what's wrong?"

The old man frowned and raised his hand to signal for the First Prince to stay in the carriage and not move.

Getting out of the carriage, the old man immediately saw a small figure lurking suspiciously under a tree in the distance.

The old man frowned and pointed in that direction, giving orders to the soldiers around him who had weak perception.

"Bring that guy over there!"

A squad leader led a team of horses and men directly toward the direction the old man was pointing.

Soon they brought back a dirty, terrified-looking child.

The first time the old man saw the child, he frowned.

Looking at the dirt on his clothes and trousers and his grimy hands, the old man didn't sense any trace of training on this little guy.

"Who are you, what were you just doing, and what is your purpose in ambushing here?"

The squad leader who had been riding a horse saw that the "assassin" was still in a daze, and in a fit of anger, he kicked the boy in the back.

The first thing the old man noticed when he touched Wang Si was the tingling sensation of his soul power, which seemed to be at a critical point.

When he felt the boy's bones to guess his age, the old man's eyebrows twitched in surprise.

This guy was only six years old.

Six years old, the age when one's martial soul should awaken.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?"

The old man asked in a deep voice.

Guuuu~

The only response was the growling of a hungry stomach. The old man placed a hand on Wang Si's abdomen, sensed something, and raised an eyebrow.

Looking again at the dirt on his clothes and the grass stains on his fingers, the old man forcefully pried open Wang Si's mouth to take a look.

The old man was surprised by what he saw—there were only plant fiber remnants in the boy's mouth.

Aside from the remnants in the boy's mouth, the old man also noticed his somewhat pale face.

"Bring some food and water here."

The old man had been so focused on the boy's clothes and hands that he had forgotten to check his complexion.

It was clear that he had been starving for a long time. Regardless of his identity, they had to let him fill his stomach first.

............

Xue Qinghe stared in amazement at the boy in front of him who had just devoured three steaks, four loaves of bread, and five bowls of soup.

"Hey, don't you feel stuffed from eating so much?"

Wang Si, who was in the middle of chewing a mouthful of beef, immediately tried to swallow it upon hearing this.

However, he had bitten off more than he could chew and started choking. Xue Qinghe quickly pushed a bowl of soup towards the hungry boy.

"Take your time, no need to rush to answer my question."

To ensure that this apparent reincarnation of a starving ghost could eat properly, Xue Qinghe turned to the elderly Soul Douluo who was responsible for his protection.

The old man simply frowned as he watched the little guy continue to gobble down his food, shaking his head gently.

"Young Master, I think this might not be enough for him."

The old man shared his opinion.

Wang Si, who was in the middle of drinking his soup, eagerly nodded his head upon hearing the old man's words. Xue Qinghe opened his mouth, a bit incredulous.

"You... make some more!"

Xue Qinghe ordered the soldiers who were cooking. At the same time, seeing how the boy was finishing bowl after bowl of rice, Xue Qinghe also felt a bit hungry.

He simply served himself a bowl from the pot.

The soldiers making the food paled when they saw the First Prince about to drink the soup they had made.

"Pri-Prince! If you want to eat, we'll make some separately for you. This so-so..."

Seeing the soldiers trying to stop him, Xue Qinghe narrowed his eyes dangerously.

While he had a good reputation in the Skyfight Empire for being kind and reasonable, it was easy to forget that he was also a royal.

The old man quietly watched as the First Prince sat down with a bowl of bone broth and this little guy, offering no comment.

Royal children, aside from basic etiquette, more or less possessed some skills in dealing with people.

At the same time, the old man didn't stop the First Prince from interacting with this little guy.

With a simple assessment, the old man could confirm that the little guy's target wasn't the First Prince.

As for how he knew, well... let's just say that when the First Prince offered him the bowl of soup, the boy's attention was entirely on the soup.

It was as if the soup was more attractive than the First Prince himself.

Of course, there could always be exceptions. What if this six-year-old was more cunning than a hundred-year-old like himself, possessing an acting skill that even he couldn't see through?

(End of Chapter)

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