Loyal Heart Roaming the Skies

Book 2: Chapter 47: Mountains, rivers, and streams

Ding.

A very faint sound.

In terms of hearing, the sound tore through the darkness in terms of vision.

It seemed as if nothing had happened on the high platform, only Jiang Wang and Jiang Wuyong stood facing each other, their swords pointed at each other.

The tips of their swords met, their longing gazes met the beauty's waist.

They only clashed once, and it was so gentle.

But.

A huge wave suddenly surged, like a gust of wind blowing, causing those with weaker cultivation below to stagger.

Jiang Wang and Jiang Wuyong both retreated.

Obviously, he did not expect Jiang Wang to be able to withstand his palm that covered the sky with purple qi, and also resist his swordsmanship from the Great Qi Imperial Family.

But as he retreated, purple qi appeared in his eyes.

The supreme technique he cultivated from the Great Qi Imperial Family was the Supreme Purple Wei Heavenly Canon.

Swordsmanship, tactics, dao arts, and eye techniques... it encompassed everything, surpassing all sects.

He had almost no weaknesses, which was why he looked down on the so-called Heavenly Treasury winners.

However, Jiang Wang only retreated half a step and spat out a mouthful of blood, forcibly stopping his retreat at the cost of injury.

Above his white hair, thorny shadows emerged.

Thorns grew densely, blocking the way forward.

A sharp pain surged, but Jiang Wang's eyes became clearer.

The Crown of Thorny Thorns!

The effect was that the power of the next dao art would be amplified.

He had high expectations for Jiang Wuyong's strength. When he swung the sword of the sun, moon, and stars, he was already prepared for this dao art.

Stopping the retreat with an injury was, of course, to seize the opportunity.

As the Crown of Thorny Thorns appeared, three flames bloomed in front of Jiang Wuyong in succession.

In his purple eyes, he clearly sensed that the one in the middle was more powerful than the others.

His purple eyes focused, and the core of that flame had already been driven away from elemental power and dissipated into nothingness.

Then, the beauty's waist flashed and easily cut apart the other two flames.

But in the next instant, his hair stood on end!

Because Jiang Wang was attacking with his sword!

He came from a small city in the Zhuang Kingdom.

He walked out of a dead domain that had fallen into the netherworld.

An eighteen-year-old youth, traveling alone through the nations, crossing mountains and rivers, tempering his sword and heart.

Every day, he gave it his all.

Every step was taken to become stronger.

This sword represented the mountains, rivers, and streams he had passed through on his journey of thousands of miles.

It was the reason why he became Jiang Wang, the culmination of his experiences.

The Sword of Mountains, Rivers, and Streams!

Jiang Wuyong wanted to avoid the edge, but he found that he couldn't avoid it at all.

This sword was too vast.

He struggled to parry with his sword, but the beauty's waist was gently pushed aside.

This sword was too heavy.

As if the heavens and earth were merging, mountains and rivers were toppling, and rivers were surging.

Jiang Wuyong frantically searched for a solution, searching his mind for those strange and powerful techniques.

However, he was frozen in place and couldn't move.

The tip of the longing gaze's sword was aimed at his brow.

As long as it moved forward slightly, everything he had would turn to smoke.

He lost!

The high platform was silent, and there was dead silence below.

The fourteenth prince of the Great Qi Imperial Family, the ninth son of the current emperor, actually lost to an opponent of the same realm in a duel?

So far, only Wang Yiwu, a disciple of the military god Jiang Mengxiong, had created such a record in public.

And he was facing an even more powerful opponent, the ninth prince Jiang Wuxie.

But who was Wang Yiwu? He was praised by the military god Jiang Mengxiong as the number one genius in the world. So it was within everyone's acceptance that he defeated a member of the imperial family.

How could this Jiang Wang compare to him?

The crowd looked at each other in astonishment, speechless.

Lian Luyue's family elder, Lian Luyue, widened his eyes in disbelief.

The gaze of the clan leader, Lian Zhuping, changed, and suddenly he felt that the wonderful cooperation they had envisioned before might not be so appropriate.

Apart from Chong Xuansheng, perhaps no one could have imagined this outcome.

Jiang Wang pointed his sword at Jiang Wuyong and said, "The reason why I agreed to fight you was just to tell you that the treasures of the world should not be possessed by the virtuous. That is just a disguise for seizing by force. The treasures of the world should belong to whoever they belong to.

Virtue should not be defined by you.

Might is not virtue.

Might is might, virtue is virtue.

Your oppression and seizing of love with force is without virtue.

Your provocation has ended in defeat, and you have also lost your might.

The Great Qi Imperial Family is noble, but you have neither virtue nor might.

What I see is the shame of the Great Qi Imperial Family!"

The sword did not enter, but these words were more powerful than the sword.

To avoid further humiliation, Jiang Wuyong dared not move and could only grit his teeth and say, "The victor is king, the loser is a bandit. Say whatever you want!"

Seeing that his courage was nothing more than this, Jiang Wang smiled faintly and sheathed his sword.

"Do you even deserve the surname Jiang?"

Regardless of how humiliated Jiang Wuyong was, Chong Xuansheng had already reached out his fat hand to the middle-aged man, like a grim reaper urging him on, "Hurry up! Honor the bet!"

When the fat hand almost hit his face, Chong Xuansheng took out two jade sticks and a box of ten thousand yuan stones and put them in the fat hand.

Chong Xuansheng first checked the jade sticks, then opened the box and counted them carefully, confirming that they were ten genuine ten thousand yuan stones.

Then he laughed heartily, "Welcome to gamble again next time!"

...

Under the strange gazes of the crowd, the sedan bearers lifted the sedan chair again and hurriedly left with the fourteenth prince.

It wasn't until they were far away from the crowd that Jiang Wuyong's complexion finally eased.

To lose in front of everyone and be called the shame of the Great Qi Imperial Family was simply a great humiliation!

And the series of negative consequences that followed were losses that he had to consider.

He was filled with anger and didn't know who to vent it on for a moment.

At this moment, away from the crowd, Jiang Wuyong finally let go of some of his concerns and couldn't help but grit his teeth in anger, "If it weren't for Father's favoritism, he wouldn't pass on the two strongest parts of the Supreme Purple Wei Heavenly Canon to me. Why did I end up like this today?"

He angrily pounded the armrest of his chair.

"If I had been allowed to cultivate even one part, Jiang Wang, who is nothing, would have been easily defeated. I wouldn't have suffered such humiliation!"

"Your Highness, please calm down." The eunuch said solemnly, "Only the Crown Prince can cultivate the two parts of the Supreme Purple Wei Heavenly Canon."

"Don't use empty words to scare me!" Jiang Wuyong became even angrier, "Then how did my third sister, ninth brother, and eleventh brother cultivate them?"

The eunuch hesitated and said, "They...""It's nothing more than the power of the maternal family! My Jiang Imperial Dynasty will sooner or later fall into the hands of these relatives by marriage!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the ten bearers carrying the palanquin suddenly stiffened, unconsciously opening their mouths. Blood gushed out, forming ten streams of blood, which shot into the palanquin.

Each of the Grand Eunuch's fingers was connected to a stream of blood. He clenched his ten fingers, and the blood streams instantly disappeared.

The ten bearers, along with the palanquin, crashed to the ground.

Inside the palanquin, the Grand Eunuch remained motionless.

But Jiang Wuyong's face turned very ugly.

"Your Highness," the Grand Eunuch said in a deep voice, "Have you ever thought about the impact these words would have on you if they were to spread?"

"Two years ago, the Ninth Prince was defeated by Wang Yiwu. Given His Highness's usual impulsiveness, have you ever heard of him losing control like this?"

"Temporary setbacks are not to be feared. In this struggle for succession, are you afraid of falling further behind? Today's humiliation may not be an opportunity for you to hold your head high in the future. At least the other princes will relax their vigilance towards you and no longer regard you as a competitor."

"But if you can't even control this bit of emotion and keep misspeaking, we might as well leave the capital early and live a life of leisure and wealth. This way, we can avoid the day when this old servant has to accompany you in death on the streets. It would also provide a way out for the hundreds of people in the palace!"

Jiang Wuyong tightly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had calmed down.

"I understand!"