My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Looking at Cheng Guang, who had transformed into the Iron Shell Turtle, Zhao Jin felt a wave of helplessness wash over him.

His Qi burst forth from within him.

All of the attacks landed on Cheng Guang's body.

Yet they sank into the vast ocean, failing to stir even the slightest ripple!

Zhao Jin struggled for hardly a moment before he already wanted to beg for mercy.

Seeing the Devil Beast before him, Zhao Jin, with the intention to say something, had just parted his lips.

When Cheng Guang's arms gave a forceful squeeze.

The words leaping from Zhao Jin's throat all turned into meaningless "Ugh!!"

Cheng Guang looked down at Zhao Jin, whom he held in his embrace, his expression unchanging. When he saw Zhao Jin's resistance waning, he raised his eyes to the inverted green porcelain bowl suspended in the sky above.

"Zhao Jin."

A husky, raw voice emanated from Cheng Guang's throat.

Zhao Jin looked at Cheng Guang with effort, being held in his arms and pressed underneath him, he found even breathing to be extremely difficult.

"Zhao Jin, you might as well remove this magical restraint, you have no chance left now," Cheng Guang said, his gaze locked on the green porcelain bowl above the sky.

Zhao Jin's pale face turned even uglier upon hearing Cheng Guang's words.

"Princely Heir, that's impossible," Zhao Jin refused without a second thought, shaking his head directly.

As long as he didn't remove the magical restraints, he could live a bit longer.

But once he removed the magical restraints, and the people outside noticed what had happened here, his fate would be sealed with death.

Emperor Zhou could never tolerate his existence.

Cheng Guang looked down at Zhao Jin and, knowing what he was thinking, his lips curled slightly. A grim smile appeared on his stiff turtle face.

"Zhao Jin, I know what you're thinking. Rest assured, I won't kill you," Cheng Guang spoke.

"As long as you obey, I won't kill you. I might even help you obtain a reward from Emperor Zhou."

Cheng Guang set forth a condition.

Zhao Jin, on the other hand, was bewildered.

Not kill me?

I came here to assassinate you, Princely Heir.

And you, Princely Heir, would still spare me?

Zhao Jin's eyes fixed on Cheng Guang, his gaze flickering, lost in thought.

Seeing Zhao Jin's hesitation, Cheng Guang ran out of patience and said directly, "Even if you don't remove these restraints, they probably won't last much longer, right?"

"They will be shattered sooner rather than later."

"Whether you release the restraints or not, you're fated to die."

"But, if you decide to cooperate with me, I can spare your life for now."

Hearing such words from Cheng Guang, Zhao Jin's complexion fluctuated unpredictably.

Although he didn't know why Cheng Guang, the revered Town-Nation Duke's Heir, had suddenly turned into such a Devil Beast.

Yet.

Zhao Jin couldn't deny that, at the moment, he was completely powerless against Cheng Guang, the esteemed Town-Nation Duke's Heir.

It seemed that his only way out was to cooperate with Cheng Guang, to work together with him, the Town-Nation Duke's Heir.

Zhao Jin's cold eyes stared at Cheng Guang as he took a deep breath.

"Princely Heir, how do you want me to obey?" asked Zhao Jin.

Cheng Guang smiled and said, "Zhao Jin, we both just want to survive, that's all."

"You came here to assassinate me, and failing that, your death is certain."

"Even if you had killed me, if this matter were to come to light, you would still be cast out by His Majesty, to be the scapegoat, sentenced to death immediately."

"But if you collaborate with me, you don't have to die, and maybe you'll even gain His Majesty's reward afterward."

Zhao Jin's eyes focused intently, he took a deep breath but did not immediately respond to Cheng Guang.

Though Zhao Jin couldn't guess what Cheng Guang wanted him to do,

He understood clearly.

Once he agreed to Cheng Guang's terms, to work with him,

He would be bound to Cheng Guang's fate.

If Cheng Guang wanted him to live, he would live.

If he wished him dead, he would die.

Without any room for resistance.

If His Majesty ever discovered this later on, he would still face death.

It was a risk of great magnitude.

And yet...

If he didn't cooperate with Cheng Guang, the Town-Nation Duke's Heir, he feared he wouldn't last much longer.

As Zhao Jin pondered this, a bitter smile appeared on his lips, his hands fell limply, and he closed his eyes in despair.

"Princely Heir, please let me go," Zhao Jin said, which was essentially an acceptance.

Cheng Guang smiled for a moment and then released Zhao Jin.

Zhao Jin stepped back several paces from Cheng Guang's body, eyeing Cheng Guang warily.

Cheng Guang's smile remained.

A wave of eerie light flashed across his body.

Where the immense Iron Shell Turtle stood, now vanished, replaced by an incomparably handsome and elegant noble young master.
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He made no move but continued to watch Zhao Jin unhurriedly,

Seemingly unafraid that Zhao would pull any more tricks.

Zhao Jin shook his head with a wry smile, not saying much more. His gaze fell on the green porcelain bowl in the sky, he extended one hand, and a rainbow light shot from his palm.

After the green porcelain bowl flickered a few beams of light, it shrank slowly, coming to rest in the palm of Zhao Jin.

As the green porcelain bowl diminished in size, the magical restraints around them also began to dissipate.

The sounds of clouds, the wind, all the noises flooded his ears.

The birds that had been crouching on the eaves of the Flying Boat perked up upon sensing something, gave a joyous cry, shaking their wings as they flew away.

Zhao Jin held the green porcelain bowl in his hand, his expression complex, his heart ashen. He looked at Cheng Guang not far away, feeling the urge to just die.

In the beginning,

He thought dealing with Cheng Guang, the respected Town-Nation Duke's Heir, was a sure bet.

Who would have imagined that it would backfire this badly?

Not only did he fail to kill the Princely Heir Cheng Guang, but he was also now at the mercy of Cheng Guang, the Town-Nation Duke's Heir.