Hsu Fengnian stood by the lake in a daze, still maintaining the strange posture of holding spring thunder while embroidering winter.
The old God of Swords did not make a sound. After confirming that the young assassin had retreated far away, he floated down from the reeds. In martial arts cultivation, most people progressed step by step, accumulating strength before achieving success. Even if one were to sail against the current, one would fall behind if one did not advance. Li Chungang himself was an example. After reaching the peak of his swordsmanship, he encountered a series of twists and turns, causing his mind to be unstable. Not only did he cross that threshold, but he also fell into the mortal world, becoming further and further away from the realm of Earth Immortals. However, there were some geniuses who were able to improve by leaps and bounds due to great opportunities. A hundred years ago, there was Qi Xuanzhu, followed by the new Heavenly Phenomenon Wudang Sect Leader and the female Dharma King of Mount Lantuo. Most of these prodigies sought an illusory and unparalleled Heavenly Dao. If they could grasp it, they would become a dragon. If they could not grasp it, they would remain nameless for the rest of their lives and could not be judged by common sense. Geniuses who were slightly inferior, such as Wu Liuding, used battle to nurture battle and nurture their realm. His Royal Highness was generally similar to the Sword Crown of the Wu family, belonging to the category of breaking and then building. It was just that the realm of instant advancement was like a candle in a dark room. The light of a moment was fleeting and could not last forever. As for how much profound meaning one could comprehend afterwards, that would depend on one's luck and talent. Even someone as talented as Li Chungang could not escape this rut. So what if he occasionally unleashed an immortal sword strike? It was still too early. In the old God of Swords' opinion, other than the unlucky Wang Mingyin who was assassinated, among the nine top experts in the world, perhaps only Wang Xianzhi had reached the realm of Earth Immortals. Đồng Thái was probably not much different from his peak when he first came to Mount Longhu, but he was still a hair's breadth away from the realm of Earth Immortals. It seemed like a hair's breadth, but it could be a thousand li. The path of martial arts truly had no end.
Hsu Fengnian exhaled slowly. After a bloody battle where his life was hanging by a thread, he did not feel the slightest bit tired. The Grand Yellow Court was indeed wonderful beyond words. He turned around to help Wei Shuyang up. Old Daoist Mi's face was filled with guilt. Shu Xiu and Yang Qingfeng each had their own duties. Shu Xiu followed closely behind, while Yang Qingfeng stayed behind to deal with Lü Qiantang's funeral. The old Divine Swordsman stepped on the reeds and took the lead to leave, free and unfettered. Pei Nanwei was once again dazzled by the twists and turns of the day. Today's twists and turns had almost overturned the thirty years of peaceful life of this Princess Jing 'an. The old man wearing the sheepskin coat had an unparalleled swordsmanship, the hundred zhang long green snake was incomparably magnificent, the Phoenix Battalion's light cavalry did not retreat in the face of the peasant men, the two generals even more so, the green-clothed maidservant's red spear had reached perfection, risking her life to save her master. The seemingly invincible farmer was killed by a strange girl who used her hand as a knife. On the official road and among the reeds, the absurd Beiliang His Royal Highness brazenly attacked twice. How could he be the good-for-nothing foppish son that the rumors said he was? Clearly, he was very familiar with killing and repelling the enemy!
Pei Nanwei walked behind Hsu Fengnian and softly said, "I finally know why Zhao Heng did everything he could to kill you."
Seeing that Wei Shuyang was really unable to walk, Hsu Fengnian, who had gently carried the old Daoist on his back, coldly said, "Princess Pei, this prince is thinking about how to deal with you, so I advise you to speak less. Since Zhao Heng doesn't care about your life or death, I don't mind having another head on the ground. In any case, enough people have died today. Zhao Heng said that he would send nephew a thousand li away, but in the end, he sent Wang Mingyin to see me off. If nephew sends Princess Jing 'an's head back, I believe that Uncle King of Jing' an will be very touched. "
Pei Nanwei immediately kept quiet out of fear.
Hsu Fengnian's tone suddenly became gentler, but it wasn't because Princess Jing 'an deserved this treatment. Instead, he softly asked a retainer whose status was far inferior to Pei Nanwei's, "Shu Xiu, if you want to leave, I won't stop you. Moreover, I'll explain to Xu Xiao on your behalf."
Shu Xian didn't seem to have expected that the cold and shrewd His Highness the Crown Prince would say such frank and honest words. She was stunned for a moment before looking at the back of the figure whose robes were stained with dust and blood. In a soft voice, she said, "Your Highness, will there still be such a situation in the future where you have a slim chance of survival?"
Hsu Fengnian looked up at the sky and nodded, "Not necessarily. If there is, it will most likely be more dangerous than today. If you don't leave today, I won't hesitate to use you as a chess piece that I can discard at will. "
Shu Xiu made a sound of agreement. A light breeze blew past, carrying with it the faint fragrance of reeds. Shu Xiu, who loved to look beautiful, reached out to smooth out the messy hair on her forehead. She looked at the sky with His Royal Highness and smiled, "If I don't leave, will there be any benefits? Your Highness should also know that Shu Xiu is this kind of unscrupulous person. "
Unexpectedly, Hsu Fengnian stopped in his tracks and turned his head with a smile, "I already knew that you've been coveting this heir's body for a long time, but this matter, I really can't agree to it right away."
Wei Shuyang, who was seriously injured but still conscious, reached out to stroke his beard. He smiled but didn't say anything. Shu Xiu, whose secret had been exposed, blushed when she heard this. Then, she laughed until tears came out. Hsu Fengnian looked at the charming and flirtatious woman in front of him and smiled, "Shu Xiu, you're actually very beautiful, really."
Shu Xiu had the rare courage to tease, "All of Beiliang knows that His Royal Highness always speaks the truth when he's in bed."
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