I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 142 - 140 Emperor

Chapter 142: Chapter 140 Emperor

The next day.

At dawn, in the top-floor gymnasium of the Lingxiao Palace spanning three hundred square meters, central air conditioning kept the room temperature steady at 25 degrees Celsius. The walls flickered with electronic flame screensavers while the sound system embedded in the floor and walls played sharp white noise.

Zhao Ling sat cross-legged, facing east, her upper body bare and her lower body clad in tight-fitting sports leggings that reached her thighs, her feet bare.

Her back muscles had a complex contour, with bundles of muscles intertwined among which coiled a blue dragon, sprawling across both scapulae, its head raised toward her left shoulder and its tail whipping toward her right.

On her protruding spine, six injection holes were faintly visible...

Zhao Ling took a deep breath, accumulating energy in her upper body, which lifted her posture; her abs tensed, then bulged into a small sphere. Three seconds later, she exhaled steadily, and her firm abdomen deflated.

This was repeated for five minutes. Outside the window, the decorative lanterns hanging from the eaves swayed lightly in the winter morning breeze. When the first rays of the morning sun shone on the lanterns, Zhao Ling opened her eyes.

She picked up a white ribbon from the side, tied it around her chest, turning the folds into four bunches. Then, with her calves exerting force, she slowly and steadily stood up and walked towards the punching bag.

Zhao Ling adjusted her stance, shifting her entire body weight onto her left heel, then slowly lifting her right leg into a vertical split.

Next, bending her right leg, rotating from the thigh, her face filled with a murderous expression.

In an instant, her waist, hips, and thigh powered up, propelling her right calf like a bullet—bang—the back of her right foot and shin bone viciously struck the heavy bag.

After a successful strike, the bag swayed; she quickly retracted her foot, then launched another attack, the speed of her swings leaving blurred after-images that joined into a single fan shape. She kicked eight times in succession, her instep turning slightly red, but for Zhao Ling, this was merely a warm-up.

Then, her eyes emitted a greenish-blue glow, and her sclera turned black.

"Storm and Stress!"

As if enveloped in a layer of light, her body shimmered with a faint green outline.

Her right leg continued to exert force, but this time, even faster. Barely touching the bag with the first strike, the second and third followed immediately, striking almost simultaneously.

The continuous kicks from her right foot unleashed waves of greenish-blue energy. In just three seconds, the bag suffered countless kicks, flew off the suspension for over ten meters, and crashed onto the wooden floor with a loud clang.

The bag burst open, spilling not sand but irregularly-shaped iron lumps the size of basketballs.

Zhao Ling retracted her right foot, her calf and instep slightly reddened, but essentially unharmed.

The green light faded; she took a deep breath, calming her aura, allowing the energy waves to dissipate in the morning light.

She looked out the window; it was already broad daylight, the sun always rose fast.

A tall, icy female secretary approached timely with a warm towel, saying:

"Your Majesty, you have five hours until the summoning of Wei Tianyang. Would you like to cancel today’s duels and prepare instead?"

Zhao Ling smiled, taking the towel but wiping her secretary’s cheek with it, saying, "I haven’t even sweated yet. Tell the eighteen strongmen to come as usual. I’ve been in a foul mood lately—whether it’s beating or getting beaten, it all feels good."

The female secretary patted her sleeves, bowed, and said, "Understood."

Then, she took the towel and pulled out her phone to start arranging the routine morning fight training.

At 10 a.m.

The TV in Wei Tianyang’s room suddenly turned on, startling him. The screen showed a tall, icy woman in a dark red business suit.

She adjusted her glasses on the bridge of her nose and said to the camera, "Wei Tianyang, it seems you’re already up."

"Who are you?" Wei Tianyang was a bit annoyed; this room looked more like a cell.

"I am the Emperor’s confidential secretary. I arrange all the private and official matters for the Emperor. You do not need to know my name, just call me Confidential Secretary," the Confidential Secretary said.

Wei Tianyang saw that the secretary had a cold demeanor and ample figure, undoubtedly an object of leisure for the Emperor, though whether she’s from a noble family or a public servant was uncertain.

"Where’s Zhao Ling?" Wei Tianyang asked.

Zhao Ling was the Commander of the Emperor’s Inner Guards; he had always assumed she would be the one accompanying the Emperor.

"She has urgent matters to attend to... Someone will pick you up at 11:30 to meet the Emperor at Lingxiao Palace. We have prepared appropriate clothes for you. Get ready now," the confidential secretary said.

"Can I bring Yaha with me?" Wei Tianyang asked.

The confidential secretary shook his head and said, "This is only about you. She is safe in her room, don’t worry, this is Yin Country, not Chicken Snake Country."

As soon as he had finished speaking, the TV screen automatically turned off.

Wei Tianyang shook his head and walked to the window, gazing at the scenery outside.

With a brief glimpse last night, he saw three distinctly different Yin Countries.

Here was a jungle of power, where heads of various departments surrounded and tested him, everything at his beck and call.

Here was Heaven on Earth, free from any worries about safety, filled with consumerism and hedonism.

Here was also a harsh land where people struggled numbly, where bullying among peers was prevalent for those who scrounged cans and ran stalls for schooling.

And this was still in the prosperous Yin Capital.

Yin Country was vast; on the map, it occupied a third of the East Continent, leaving the remaining parts divided among over two hundred nations of the southwest territories of the continent...

What were other places like? Wei Tianyang did not know.

Lunch was a bit earlier than yesterday, but it wasn’t served by the waitress from last night.

"Where is the girl from last night?" Wei Tianyang asked casually.

"Little Butterfly? She was inadequate yesterday, monitored for speaking out of turn and harboring inappropriate thoughts, and has been stripped of her civil servant status and sent back home overnight," the new waitress said expressionlessly.

Wei Tianyang fell silent.

After breakfast, several waitresses brought him clothes, a beautifully tailored dark blue Yin-style ceremonial dress. The hem reached his knees, and the collar covered his neck completely. It had shoulder pads that made his shoulders look particularly wide, a tapered waist, matched with slim-fit trousers and cloth shoes, making him look impeccably shaped.

However, Wei Tianyang did not know when his waist size had been scanned...

Everything was ready, and several members of the Yin Country Inner Guard waited respectfully at the door. As he left the building, they clapped their sleeves and said in unison, "Please, Wei Tianyang, proceed to meet the Holy Emperor!"

This made him feel both embarrassed and nervous, inevitably starting to imagine what the Emperor would look like.

The Inner Guards led Wei Tianyang to the elevator and took him to the top floor of the Jade Pavilion. On the helipad extending from a tripod-shaped structure, a military helicopter was ready. They took the helicopter and within minutes, they flew to the airspace above Lingxiao Palace.

He once again saw the black Dragon Shedding on the roof of Lingxiao Palace, causing a subtle turmoil inside him.

The helicopter slowly descended, landing in the landscaped courtyard of Lingxiao Palace, the green lake waters parted by the breeze. The confidential secretary who had appeared on TV was already waiting at the helipad.

Wei Tianyang alighted from the helicopter, and the confidential secretary stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said, "Please follow me."

The two of them walked along the red corridor towards the six-story main building of Lingxiao Palace. Along the way, Inner Guards lined both sides of the corridor, slightly bowing their heads in silence.

Wei Tianyang understood that though they appeared to be saluting, in reality, they were protecting the Emperor, in case he made any sudden, aggressive moves.

The grand hall was resplendent with opulence, the red carpet stretching from the doorway through the vast room, which appeared both luxurious and eerily empty. However, upon ascending the stairs and turning into the corridor on the second floor, he could see Inner Guards, waitresses, and some people he had never met, all standing in front of a set of double doors.

These people were significant, for he recognized the senior monks who had greeted him on the high-speed train, among others, many middle-aged men and women, all dressed exquisitely, all giving him friendly glances and smiles.

Perhaps, in this short corridor of just over twenty meters, half of Yin Country’s power players were gathered.

"The Emperor is inside," the confidential secretary stopped in front of the door.

Wei Tianyang stood there, looking back at the group of people, inundated with emotions.

Power wielders were not all the same.

The Emperor’s presence subtly exerted an inexplicable pressure on him, far removed from the likes of Li Fei, who could not be compared.

"Go ahead, Wei Tianyang, your conversation with the Emperor might change the future of this world," the confidential secretary said.

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