Chapter 68

After all, when traveling abroad, identity is self-made; saying a few more lies matters not.

Li Musheng narrowed his eyes, while Shangguan Qingqing, having come to her senses, stared at him with a face full of astonishment.

She had heard today about Emperor Yuanwu acknowledging the Eighth Imperial Prince, but what concerned her even more was another matter:

"Are you truly the number one under heaven? Yet how could I forget that the number one under heaven universally recognized by the Jianghu seems to be the True Martial Sword Armor, one of the Three Great Wu Shen under heaven, atop the Great Wall guarding the northern barbarian wastes."

Hearing this, Li Musheng stroked his chin:

"I know; that person indeed has a rather large reputation."

Speaking thus, he spread his hands and said:

"It is merely that I, this person, do not love empty fame, and besides, the place where he resides is too far; I am too lazy to go. Of course, perhaps I will meet him in the future."

Upon hearing these words, Shangguan Qingqing's heroic face immediately showed a serious expression, and she nodded in extreme agreement.

Judging from the strength Li Musheng had just displayed, it was truly astonishing.

The Tianhedao Sect is also counted among the top Jianghu forces in Qingzhou; naturally, she had seen many disciples with supreme talent in the Dao of the Blade and profound cultivation in the Martial Realm.

However, not a single one could be compared to Li Musheng!

Although Shangguan Qingqing did not know exactly how high Li Musheng's Martial Realm cultivation was?

But if the future number one under heaven is not the number one under heaven, then who is?

Therefore, she felt that what Li Musheng said was truly without a single flaw.

At this moment, Shangguan Qingqing suddenly felt a stir in her heart; her gaze burned as she looked at Li Musheng and asked with great excitement:

"Your Highness Eighth Imperial Prince, you just said you seemingly also have the title of Little Li Flying Dagger; could it be that you are also skilled with the blade?"

Li Musheng, seeing Shangguan Qingqing seemingly trending toward becoming a little fangirl, waved his hand lightly and said modestly:

"When I was an apprentice in a martial arts school, spear, sword, and staff were all basic skills one must learn, so I have also done considerable research on the Dao of the Blade; it can be said to be passable."

Hearing this, Shangguan Qingqing's gaze immediately became even more fiery; for her, a dedicated blade user from the Tianhedao Sect, hearing such words was simply too intimate.

She even fantasized in her heart: could it be that finally, the Dao of the Blade is about to produce a number one under heaven?

At this time, Li Musheng did not continue chatting with her but suddenly turned back to look.

By now, Cang Yin Yue had climbed out of the white bone pit; her eye sockets were slightly red, as if she had just shed tears and cried.

"Finished?"

Li Musheng looked at the other party; seeing Cang Yin Yue nod with very low spirits, he immediately walked to the edge of the pit and stopped.

Zhu Fenglan and the old woman were already headless; as for the other five, including Marquis Marquis Cangyuan Hou, they still had a breath of life.

Clearly, after avenging her mother and elder brother, Cang Yin Yue's spirit was already exhausted, and she had not continued to act against the others.

"You do not intend to kill that father of yours?"

Li Musheng turned back and asked; Cang Yin Yue's gaze was somewhat conflicted, but in the end, she shook her head:

"He was seduced by people from the Corpse God Sect, after which his temperament changed drastically. Although he was previously sycophantic and cowardly, he would not have done such inhuman things. Even back then, when that wicked woman tried to kill me, he tried every means to save me."

Speaking thus, Cang Yin Yue paused and said:

"Of course, he secretly committed many evil deeds and is completely deserving of death; I suggest handing him and the remaining others over to the Six Fan Gate for disposal."

Hearing this, Li Musheng showed a thoughtful expression on his face but said nothing.

Cang Yin Yue looked up at him; her face became somewhat serious as she said:

"Moreover, I learned from that wicked woman's mouth that these bones before us are all young girls killed in recent years by the Noble Consort Ji in the palace for cultivating the Blood-Returning to Origin Great Art."

"This matter involves a Noble Consort in the palace and the Taiyin Yuan Sect; we should try our best not to get involved."

Li Musheng frowned slightly but shook his head and said:

"Since they are all people who deserve to die, there is no need to keep them waiting for the Six Fan Gate to dispose of them; it is better to kill them all to avoid complications."

As soon as the words fell, the five people in the pit, including Marquis Marquis Cangyuan Hou, and the corpses of the old woman and Zhu Fenglan seemed to be crushed by a terrifying massive force; immediately, their bodies suddenly exploded, turning into a pool of bloody mud.

Seeing this, Cang Yin Yue's body trembled slightly.

She looked at the corpse-water that Marquis Marquis Cangyuan Hou had become; a trace of sorrow finally flashed in her eyes.

Li Musheng withdrew his gaze from the pit, looked at Cang Yin Yue once, and explained:

"Naturally, I cannot let Miss Cang be the one to kill her father; therefore, it is more appropriate for me to do the deed."

Hearing this, Cang Yin Yue took a deep breath and nodded gently.

She turned her head to look at Li Musheng.

Unknowingly, she had already become somewhat immune to his terrifying Martial Realm strength, which was silent and untraceable like a antelope hanging its horns.

At this moment, she had truly realized that her previous guesses and speculations about Li Musheng were actually completely meaningless.

With the means and strength the other party had displayed, one could no longer view him from the perspective of an ordinary person.

Thinking of this, Cang Yin Yue sighed deeply and lowered her head.

She originally thought that being in the Great Li Capital and the Secret Intelligence Bureau, whether in reality or in intelligence dossiers, she had already witnessed too many people with absolute talent.

But only now did she understand: what could those people amount to in front of the Seventh Imperial Prince she brought back from Shun'an City? They were simply not worth mentioning!

"Miss Cang, what are you thinking about?"

Li Musheng, looking at the suddenly silent Cang Yin Yue, raised an eyebrow:

"Could it be that because I killed Marquis Marquis Cangyuan Hou, you are thinking more and more about it and feeling uncomfortable, planning to take revenge on me?"

Hearing this, Cang Yin Yue's eyelids jumped violently, but seemingly fearing Li Musheng would misunderstand, she immediately explained:

"He was a person who deserved to die; this result is what he deserved for his crimes; naturally, I will not blame you."

Speaking thus, she remained silent for a while, then looked up at Li Musheng with a melancholy air:

"I am just thinking that I fear cultivating for a lifetime and still finding it difficult to reach the Martial Realm cultivation you have achieved in over ten years; suddenly, I feel a deep sense of powerlessness and inferiority."

Hearing this, Shangguan Qingqing, who had been standing by as a silent spectator, suddenly jumped out.

She patted Cang Yin Yue's shoulder; her heroic face showed a grave and earnest expression as she advised:

"How can we compare to His Highness the Eighth Imperial Prince? He is the number one under heaven; we are not even on the same level."

"Sister, you must think this way: although we cannot match him, we are certainly stronger and more formidable than most others. Does thinking this make you feel better?"

Hearing this, Cang Cang Yin Yue turned to look at Shangguan Qingqing. After pondering for a moment, her eyes brightened slightly.

Li Musheng merely chuckled.

This is probably what is called 'not enough to compare with those above, but more than enough compared to those below.'

However, he had no intention of mocking. Instead, he slowly turned his head to look in the direction of the Dalu Imperial Palace.

(End of this chapter)