If the other party was really a descendant of Duke Jiu, even though Zhao Fengchen was an Imperial Army commander and had the backing of the Zhao Clan, he wouldn't dare to act recklessly.
What was more troublesome was that these scions of nobility didn't lack money at all. Furthermore, they were extremely willful and couldn't be judged by common sense.
It was possible for the scions of nobility to reject a bid of forty thousand gold taels just like what happened in the day.
Zhao Fengchen wasn't confident that the other party would sell the sword to him!
The bearded subordinate had followed Zhao Fengchen for many years, so how could he not know what Zhao Fengchen was thinking? In fact, the news that he had found was even more serious than what Zhao Fengchen knew.
That person was a famous profligate scion in the capital. Not only was he willful, he was also rebellious and liked to go against his family. There was a high chance that such a person would reject Lord Zhao's request.
"Lord, this isn't good. Even though Duke Jiu is famous, we can't act recklessly. However, this matter isn't completely hopeless. "
The bearded subordinate from the Imperial Army suddenly said.
"Oh?"
A gleam flashed across Zhao Fengchen's eyes. "What do you mean?"
"I had my brothers investigate the matter, and by chance, I found out that that lad has an uncle who is serving in our Imperial Army. He's a minor guard at the northern gate. Even though we can't act recklessly on the matter regarding the sword, if lord were to meet that 'uncle' of the Wang Clan, it might be better than going to the Wang Clan personally. "
The bearded subordinate of the Imperial Army offered his advice.
This time, Zhao Fengchen was truly surprised. There were four gates in the royal palace. The north, south, east, west, and west, was where the Son of Heaven resided. Since the Son of Heaven resided in the north, who would dare to reside above him? Thus, even though it was known as the northern gate, it was usually closed.
The minor guard there was actually the lowest position in the Imperial Army, as well as the most insignificant one. Zhao Fengchen didn't expect that the son-in-law of Duke Jiu would be serving in such a place.
"It probably has something to do with the Yao Clan."
Zhao Fengchen thought. The Imperial Army was the personal guard of the Son of Heaven. Even though the Yao Clan was of high status, there was a limit to how far they could reach in the Imperial Army.
Zhao Fengchen guessed that given the Wang Clan's Old Master's style, there was a high chance that the capability of that 'uncle' of his was limited.
However, this had nothing to do with him.
As these thoughts flashed across Zhao Fengchen's mind, an idea formed in his mind. Pushing away the teacup before him, Zhao Fengchen stood up and walked out.
Hualala!
While Zhao Fengchen was leaving the room, countless pigeons were flapping their wings in the dark night, flying out of the capital in every direction.
"Investigate! Investigate! Investigate! "
"It's impossible for such a big thing to go unnoticed!"
"In the capital, there's nothing that can be hidden from the swordsmithing clans. If the sword didn't belong to them, then it could only belong to someone else. Deep in the mountains, wild in the mountains, small villages, small towns, all of you! "
"This is my best chance to surpass the great swordsmithing clans."
"As long as we can find the origin of those treasured swords, we can become the number one swordsmithing clan in the world!"
…
Countless messages were sent in all directions by carrier pigeons. No one believed that the sword and saber in Wang Chong's hand appeared out of thin air. The greatest surprise of participating in the sword duel gamble at the Bluebottle Pavilion was that even the great swordsmithing clans didn't know of the origin of the sword.
The swordsmithing industry was inextricably linked, and the forging of a sword involved many aspects. There were ores, swordsmithing masters, furnaces, coal … No one believed that they wouldn't be able to find the slightest trace of the origin of the sword.
As long as they could find the origin of the sword, the sword in Wang Chong's hand wouldn't be important anymore. To many of the local powers that had been suppressed by the great swordsmithing clans in the capital, this was the best chance to surpass them!
…
Peng peng peng!
Early in the morning, before the sun had even risen, the sound of punches could be heard from the backyard of the Wang Family Residence.
Dressed in a gray cultivation technique robe with a belt tied around his waist, Wang Chong was practicing his punches in the courtyard. With the crisis in the clan resolved and the matter regarding the Hyderabad ores settled, Wang Chong's heart, which had been hanging in the air, slowly settled down. Now, he could finally focus on martial arts.
Peng peng peng!
Wang Chong executed the Celestial Steps and his fists would either tremble or explode, exerting a tremendous force. The air around him surged, producing a sound reminiscent of a tidal wave.
Three chi away, potted plants as thick as a child's arm trembled from the impact of his punches.
The cultivation of 'Herculean Punch' required one to focus all of one's strength. Only when the air around one's body and footsteps were moving like tidal waves could one be considered to have grasped the essence of the technique.
Wang Chong spent a long time before he finally managed to stretch his meridians and muscles to adapt to the might of the Herculean Punch.
"It's about time!"
Wang Chong thought.
The reason why Wang Chong chose to cultivate the Herculean Punch while cultivating the Dragon Bone Art wasn't just because of the might of this fist technique, allowing him to exert strength several times that of his own.
More importantly, once he cultivated it to the point where the air around his body was surging, producing a sound reminiscent of a tidal wave, he would be able to utilize the intent of the Herculean Punch to stimulate his blood and qi, speeding up the cultivation of the Dragon Bone Art.
These two factors complemented each other!
Wang Chong had unintentionally discovered this trick.
Weng!
Closing his eyes, Wang Chong's blood began to surge. Like tidal waves, it flowed through his meridians and blood vessels. Along with the flow of his blood, Wang Chong could feel a weak and refreshing Origin Energy seeping into his body.
Passing through his blood and meridians, the Origin Energy finally seeped into Wang Chong's bones and marrow.
Under the effects of this energy, Wang Chong could clearly feel that the rate at which he cultivated the Dragon Bone Art had increased significantly.
Peng!
A thought flashed through Wang Chong's mind and he abruptly punched out. Without using any special moves, Wang Chong simply executed the ordinary 'Herculean Punch'. Paired with the Dragon Bone Art, he began to cultivate in the backyard of the Wang Family Residence.
Time slowly passed, and with no one to disturb him, Wang Chong quickly entered a trance-like state.
After an unknown period of time —
"Hu!"
Wang Chong exhaled deeply. Beads of sweat rolled down his body and even his clothes were drenched. In this cultivation, Wang Chong could feel that his strength had grown significantly.
"My conjecture is correct. Using the Herculean Punch together with the Dragon Bone Art can indeed speed up the cultivation of the Dragon Bone Art."
Wang Chong thought.
This cultivation was clearly much faster than usual. It was equivalent to two days' worth of cultivation. This was the effect of the Herculean Punch. However, the cultivation of the Herculean Punch was extremely taxing on one's stamina.
From last night till now, Wang Chong felt that it was about time.
"I should return to my room to wash my face first. Mother and little sister should be awake by now."
Exhaling deeply, Wang Chong retracted his cultivation. Picking up a towel hanging on a nearby tree branch, he wiped the sweat off his face and walked back to his room. When he passed by a fake mountain, Wang Chong suddenly thought of something and threw a punch.
"Boom!"
Wang Chong's heavy punch struck the fake mountain, and with a loud boom, the fake mountain shattered into countless pieces.
"Not bad! To be able to shatter a mountain with a single punch, the might of this punch is already sufficient to deal with an Origin Energy Tier 6 or Tier 7 expert! "
Wang Chong smiled and nodded his head in satisfaction.
This was the effect!
Given his current cultivation realm, it was impossible for him to split open a fake mountain like this. However, through the might of the Herculean Punch, he was able to create a might comparable to an Origin Energy Tier 6 or Tier 7 expert.
"The time I have spent cultivating is still too short. I should be able to reach even higher realms in the future."
Wang Chong chuckled in his heart.
Everything about the Herculean Punch was good, but when it wasn't strong enough, it would still hurt badly. Wang Chong flung his sore palms and quickly returned to his room.
The matter at the Bluebottle Pavilion hadn't erupted yet. At the very least, it was still calm on the surface. Thus, despite the huge commotion yesterday, the Wang Family Residence was still peaceful.
Wang Chong hurriedly washed up, ate his breakfast, and left the residence alone.
"Next, it's time to carry out that matter!"
A thought flashed across Wang Chong's mind as he stood on the streets.
In his previous life, the Tang dynasty had countless brilliant marshals and great generals. However, these people were like shooting stars, falling one after another in that huge upheaval, disappearing into the darkness of history.
And of all these generals, there was one that left Wang Chong the most regretful. His name was So Jung-son.
In this world, there were many things that were different from Wang Chong's memories, and So Jung-son was one of them.
He was an elder of three dynasties, an important official, and one of the legendary marshals under Wang Chong of the Tang dynasty. Fifty years ago, this name was like the sun in the sky, and he wielded unparalleled influence in the military.
But now, his name had almost been forgotten by the people. In the Tang dynasty, many people thought that he had died a long time ago. This was because he was much older than Wang Chong's grandfather.
By the time Wang Chong's grandfather and the old master of the Yao Clan ascended to power, he had already retired. And now, even Wang Chong's grandfather was addressed as Duke Jiu. From this, one could imagine how old that person was!
The reason why Wang Chong remembered him was because several years later, when the upheaval arrived and thousands of foreign cavalry swarmed into the capital, he was the one who single-handedly stopped the foreign cavalry, buying time for the civilians in the capital to evacuate.
However, it was a pity that he had overexerted his potential and died in the capital.
Buried together with him was the unparalleled martial art that was reputed to be the most lethal in the Tang dynasty!
Wang Chong could still remember what one of those dying seniors had said to him when he was in danger and accepted the imparting of energy to him of the few surviving seniors.
"Although you have obtained our lifetime's martial arts, it's a pity that So Jung-son's unique skill has become extinct! If the old man wasn't so stubborn, perhaps everything would be different. But now … you can only rely on yourself! "
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