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Chapter 143

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Ling Xiaozui's strike was extremely sinister.

Once he activated his high-level mystical Qi, it would trigger the counterattack of the sword wounds that had accumulated in his body and explode within him. This was equivalent to adding a huge restriction to himself!

From then on, he could no longer utilize power that surpassed the eighth peak!

The mischievousness of the strike made He Hanqing grit his teeth.

Ling Xiaozui had definitely done it on purpose!

He clearly knew who he was, but he still made a move. He wanted to put him in danger!

But could he tell the truth? Once he revealed the truth, he would be the one who would be exposed. Ling Xiaozui had come for He Hanqing, not Supreme Lord Spring Frost!

He could only swallow the humiliation and change of events!

At the most secluded corner of the Residence of He, the ground had been lifted. The nine people who had been imprisoned within, who had no room to escape, were now freed.

At this moment, he was rolling and crawling to escape. Although his body was weak, his desire to live was strong.

The moment they saw He Hanqing, all nine of them revealed expressions of extreme hatred.

A few of the guards in the Residence of He had just recovered from the shock. Seeing that the situation had changed, they wanted to stop the nine people and interrogate them.

He Hanqing sucked in a deep breath, a sinister glint flashing across his eyes. He sighed dejectedly and waved his hand, saying, "Let them go!"

This was yet another trap.

It was a more ruthless trap set by Ling Xiaozui. Ling Xiaozui looked like he had left, but He Hanqing was aware that he had not really left.

He had released the restraints on these people but did not rescue them directly, leaving them here to escape on their own.

What was the meaning of this?

If he were to silence these people again, Ling Xiaozui would definitely appear immediately to save them.

Moreover, he would have a reason to kill him then!

Therefore, even though these people knew some of his secrets, he couldn't kill them to silence them!

He even had to protect them carefully and ensure that nothing happened to them. Otherwise, Ling Xiaozui would still come to question him.

He Hanqing was extremely frustrated about this, but he could do nothing about it.

His mystical Qi was sealed and his body was severely injured. The Spectral Path of the Soul and the Abyss Path of Flesh were techniques that he could not use before he recovered.

"Ling Xiaozui! You and I … cannot exist under the same sky! "

He Hanqing spat out another mouthful of blood and stood up shakily. However, he staggered and almost fell.

The nine remaining soldiers glanced at the He Residence with hatred, then silently supported each other as they walked out. There were countless guards in the He Residence, but no one came out to stop them.

Finally, the nine of them supported each other and walked out of the He Residence's main gate. Then, they disappeared into the crowd …

Those who were fated to witness this scene could not help but wonder if what Ling Xiaozui had said was true. Had Old He, a loyal official of Yutang, really done something despicable? Were the nine cripples not proof of that?



Ling Xiaozui had left!

Cirrus House's business was booming.

Moreover, the customers who came and went seemed to be of a higher quality …

Each and every one of them was immaculately dressed, elegant, gentle, and polite. Their smiles were amiable.

Although the original guests would not do anything particularly out of line, they would occasionally grope the passing maids. But now, all of them were well-behaved, even more obedient than children in class. There was not even a situation where they spoke in a loud voice.



The fourth prince had become famous!

Ling Xiaozui had been here and had done such a great deed. What the fourth prince had done had earned everyone's admiration – to be able to send five hundred soldiers to capture Ling Xiaozui and label him as a fugitive!

He was truly an oddball.

Everyone felt an inexplicable urge to laugh when they talked about this matter. How did such a blunder appear?

The crown prince and the other princes were even more delighted at his misfortune.

"I've been relying on this joke of the fourth prince to survive these two years …" said one of the princes.



Yun Yang stretched his body and lay in the pond of his home. A sense of contentment rose within him.

Yun Yang could clearly feel that every cell in his body was cheering in joy. Finally, he was in the water. He hadn't specifically trained to swim before, but at this moment, he naturally felt that there was no barrier between him and the water around him, and he was completely one with it.

He was even more at ease than a fish.

Even when he buried his head in the water, there was no sense of suffocation; it was as if his skin could breathe and there was nothing to worry about.

Yun Yang began to imagine what it would be like if he were to cultivate his fourth brother's Water Spirit Conjuration.

As he pondered, he could not help anticipating it.

However, what he needed to do now was to improve the Fog of Cloud Conjuration, Mystique Wind Conjuration, and Fiery Charm before cultivating the Art of Crimson Devil and Thunder Crash Conjuration to the same level.

There was nothing else to be said.

Yun Yang understood the principle of not biting off more than he could chew.

Although he was already greedy and could not chew off more than he could chew.



The fourth prince came to the Residence of Yun to apologize but he turned back halfway. Ling Xiaozui had already left, what was the use of apologizing?

However, Yun Yang had become mysterious from then on.

Ling Xiaozui had been a guest at his residence and it was said that they had had a pleasant conversation.

Ling Xiaozui had promised to play and fish at the Thousand Feet Lake with Yun Yang, calling each other brother and becoming like old friends …

Young Master Yun Yang was indeed remarkable!

"I thought that Young Master Yun Yang was only a popinjay but it seems that he isn't."

"Seems like what? Of course, he can't be a popinjay. How can a mere popinjay be friends with Ling Xiaozui? "

"That makes sense. Young Master Yun must be someone with great wisdom, hiding in the mortal world to train himself with worldly emotions. I'm guessing that Young Master Yun must be an unparalleled expert as well! "

"As the saying goes, dragons befriend dragons and phoenixes befriend phoenixes. How can Ling Xiaozui's friends be ordinary?"

"Not only is Young Master Yun handsome, he's also skillful and has an earth-shattering cultivation base. He's so elegant too … Oh, I'm speechless … How can a person be so perfect and captivating?"

"Wake up, brother. You're a man. Even if you like him, would he like you?"

"…"

No matter what, Cirrus House's Yun Zuiyue would be safe with Ling Xiaozui's arrival. Young Master Yun Yang, too, would make a name for himself.

Along the way, there would be many who would smile at him in a flattering manner.

A few days passed and the situation was unprecedentedly peaceful.

During this period of time, Yun Yang went into closed-door cultivation. Whether it was the invitation from Cirrus House or other noble families, or the visit of the four noble young masters, he rejected all of them.

He cultivated in silence.

Since the day Chen San had brought the nine remaining soldiers to the Residence of Yun to express his gratitude, Yun Yang could temporarily be at ease about the Spectral Path of Soul and Abyss Path of Flesh. Now, however, Eunuch Mi was deep in the palace and Old He and He Hanqing were still not people he could handle, despite being severely injured.

There were no other clues.

Naturally, Yun Yang placed all his focus on improving his ability.

Old Marshal Qiu Jianhan sent someone to ask about it and did not come again. Instead, it was Tie Zheng who came a few times to leave a message for Marquis Yun – take care of my son for me.

Marshal Tie ran back and forth but he did not see Yun Yang.

Yun Yang's diligence in cultivation during this period of time had reached an insane level.

It was because a brewing storm was already on its way and was about to descend.

It was less than a month away from Tie Zheng's wedding.

Some of the generals from various countries who had set off earlier had already entered Yutang's territory.

The famed generals from various countries had gathered in Tiantang City. How could it be quiet when these people were together?

By then, there would be a storm.

Yun Yang's diligent cultivation was to prepare himself to face all of this!

Finally, the fifteenth of September arrived.

Yun Yang had come out of his closed-door cultivation because he had no choice but to do so today.

There was someone who had been waiting for him in the Residence of Yun for three days.

This person's identity was unique.

Very unique!

"Oh, isn't this Sister Lingxiu? How does Sister Lingxiu have the time to visit my humble residence? Your presence brings light to my humble abode, it's my honor! "Yun Yang greeted her with a friendly smile.

In front of him, a young girl in a tight outfit sat upright.

This young girl was dressed in black, and although she wasn't an outstanding beauty, she was extremely delicate and pretty. Her entire body carried a bone-chilling aura, like a snow lotus in a world of ice and snow, icy cold that seeped into one's bones, elegant and beautiful.

She was tall and slender, exuding an indescribable aura of heroism. She had a pair of sharp brows that were rarely seen on a woman's face. Although she was a woman, just by sitting there, she gave off the aura of a great general who wielded authority and commanded thousands of soldiers and horses.

A murderous aura naturally flowed between his brows, making him look extremely awe-inspiring.

Shangguan Lingxiu.

This was a person that Yun Yang could not afford to ignore nor disrespect.

Shangguan Lingxiu was only twenty years old, only half a year older than Yun Yang. However, her family background was one that all the Empire of Yutang's subjects would revere.

The Shangguan Family of Generals!

The stars in the night worshipped the Big Dipper, the generals of the world respected the Shangguan!

The three brothers of Shangguan Lingxiu's great-grandfather had once dominated the battlefield, invincible. The three brothers had even served as the Empire of Yutang's East, West, and West marshals respectively. The brothers had three marshals and the father and son had ten generals.

Back then, the Shangguan Family alone had supported the entire Board of Yutang's military!

However, these three old generals, without exception, all died on the battlefield in their twilight years, and their corpses were buried on the battlefield. The youngest one was already fifty-eight years old when he perished on the battlefield.

After that, the nine brothers of Shangguan Lingxiu's grandfather's generation had perished in the eastern border, one after another.

When it came to Shangguan Lingxiu's father's generation, the Shangguan Family had even more men, a total of thirty-six uncles and brothers. They were known as the Shangguan Thirty-Six Tiangang Tiger Generals. However, all of them had perished on the battlefield during the Empire of Yutang's foreign wars.

When thirteen of them had perished, they had yet to marry!

Shangguan Lingxiu was the youngest girl in the Shangguan Family. She had two older brothers and twenty-eight cousins who had perished on the battlefield in the war of resistance against the foreign invasion five years ago. None of the men had survived!

No matter what kind of war the Shangguan Family had been through, not a single member of the Shangguan Family had surrendered. Not a single one of them had escaped.

They had all been killed in the war against the foreign enemies.

The Shangguan Family's blood had been splattered all over the Empire of Yutang!

Now, the Shangguan Family of Generals, which had once prospered and intimidated the world, was left with a family of widows and orphans. Among the younger generation, there was only Shangguan Lingxiu, a lady, and six children who were only nine and four years old.

They were all Shangguan Lingxiu's nephews. The youngest one was even a posthumous child.

His Majesty the emperor had once written, "A family of loyal martyrs, the Shangguan Family of Generals."

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