Chapter 1494

He He Lingchuan bowed to him: "General, do not take offense; I was just speaking off the cuff, giving a few random examples." Yuwen Yong raised his cup to take a sip of wine, blocking the smile at the corner of his mouth. Not a single word of He Xiao's was casual.

"I've seen the birthday gifts and the duel, so I'll be heading back." Qingyang put away her anger, and her surface returned to calm. It was just that this calm was like a live volcano hidden beneath the sea; no one knew when it would suddenly erupt.

She bowed to King Yao as a courtesy, saying word by word: "I wish my King a life as long as the heavens, and may every year be like this one."

Having said that, she led her subordinates and left with her head held high.

Wherever Qingyang passed, the officials hurriedly stepped aside.

The Regent's aura was truly a bit terrifying; who with eyes would dare to block her path?

Taking advantage of this brief moment of chaos, King Yao whispered to He He Lingchuan: "You were too heavy-handed."

While feeling elated and greatly satisfied, he was also a bit worried.

Struggle is a matter of intensity.

With He Yang dead, the intensity of the struggle between him and Qingyang would automatically rise to a new level.

He He Lingchuan gave a bitter smile: "He Yang was bent on taking my life; I had absolutely no way to hold back."

King Yao had witnessed the entire fight, especially how terrifying the destructive power of the small round mirror was, and knew he spoke the truth, so he could only sigh.

He Yang was single-mindedly bent on taking He Xiao's life, and his hands were full of treasures, each one with immense power. If He He Lingchuan had been careless for even a moment, he would have no chance to stand here and talk to King Yao now.

That final moment of being torn apart was even more of an accidental killing.

The Qinggong's treasure had killed a disciple of the Qinggong.

In this kind of life-or-death battle, whoever holds back is looking for death.

So King Yao didn't think too much about it; since things had reached this point, he should enjoy today's victory! In fact, he had another calculation in his heart: what was a mere He Xiao? After these matters passed, if Regent Qingyang was still unhappy, it wouldn't be too late to hand He Xiao over to her.

He Yang was killed by He Xiao, not by him, the King of Yao.

Why should a scoundrel's act done by a foreign merchant be counted against him?

In any case, He Xiao couldn't have left the Yao Nation alive anyway.

In an instant, Regent Qingyang's figure had left the Yuquan Palace.

Ten breaths later, the entire venue was still silent.

He He Lingchuan, under the gaze of everyone, slowly returned to his seat.

The look in everyone's eyes as they looked at him had changed.

Who could have imagined that an outsider merchant would be so powerful, actually capable of killing the Regent's most capable subordinate on the spot? This clearly defied common sense.

Those with more active minds would think even further:

Did King Yao know of his abilities, which was why he brought him here to deal with Qingyang, and why he indulged him in stirring up trouble in Yao Capital?

The King is wise! An old palace servant walked out from behind King Yao, coughed hard a few times to attract everyone's attention, and then said loudly: "Imperial duel, next group!"

The next group of martial artists quickly took the stage and competed earnestly.

A new round of wine and delicacies was served like flowing water, and the high-ranking officials resumed their lighthearted conversation, taking out money to place bets.

He He Lingchuan turned back and reached out to the bookmaker: "I won, money, money!"

Before the fight started, his odds were higher than He Yang's; now, besides getting back his thirty thousand taels, he had earned an extra fourteen thousand!

The crowd under the stage looked on with envy.

Beside Fan Shuang, a minor official whispered: "Sigh, the richer one is, the richer one gets!"

"Isn't that so? It's so easy for rich people to make money."

Fan Shuang glared at him: "Easy? Why don't you go up to the performance arena and try?" You'd probably be beaten until you turned yellow in one encounter! The two minor officials were too intimidated to speak again and could only offer a smile.

Fan Shuang then raised his hand to the bookmaker: "I also bet on Island Master He to win just now, where is my money?"

"Settling immediately! This is your principal." The palace servant counted out two thousand for him, and gave an extra nine hundred and thirty-three taels, "This is your winnings!"

With so many people around, Fan Shuang couldn't stuff the silver notes under his nose to smell the fragrance of money, so he could only calmly tuck them into his bosom amidst the envious looks of the two minor officials.

Listening to Island Master He is never wrong; he earned nearly a million coins so easily!

The atmosphere inside and outside the venue slowly became lively again, returning to how it was before.

The conflict between Qingyang and He Xiao was, after all, just a small interlude; the birthday star under the tree was the protagonist of today's ceremony.

Qu Ruhai raised his cup to He He Lingchuan: "This cup is to toast you for being able to retreat unscathed. You hid yourself so deeply; I misjudged you before!"

He He Lingchuan drank it all in one gulp: "I am a merchant; if it weren't for Lord He's insistent challenge, I would still prefer peace."

Jing Yuanxun also walked over with a wine cup: "Brother He is extraordinary. I was breaking into a cold sweat for you just now."

The surrounding officials came to toast one after another, each speaking more flatteringly than the last.

After Yuwen Xu finished toasting him, he walked back to his brother's side: "That Heaven-Turning Seal is truly remarkable! Just based on Brother He's performance today, he's going to become very famous."

Yuwen Yong nodded: "That is an ancient artifact that is priceless; if one really wanted to put a price on it, it would be at least two or three hundred thousand. Such a treasure has an astonishing consumption. Just for those few dozen breaths of manifestation, it probably cost twenty or thirty thousand taels."

Ancient and medieval treasures have great power, so why can most of them not be used today? Either the restrictive conditions are too many, or the energy consumption is ridiculously high.

The Qinggong is wealthy and arrogant, with magic treasures appearing one after another, yet He Xiao chose to use a magic treasure to deal with them. Today's duel was a contest of extravagance! He Xiao not only became famous in one battle, but he also used their own methods against them.

Not knowing if it was a lucky strike or intentional, the more Yuwen Yong looked at this person, the more he felt he wasn't simple.

Gu Xuan, who was on the side, interjected: "A person's name is like a tree's shadow; Brother He is now at the forefront, I'm just afraid the Regent won't let it go."

Yuwen Xu shook his head: "It was He Yang who provoked first, and it was at the King's birthday ceremony, with all the officials watching. If the Regent takes action against Brother He, the King will have to step in to protect him."

For one, He Xiao is a sharp blade, and King Yao definitely wants to use him well;

For another, He Xiao "charged into battle" for King Yao, offending Qingyang to the death. If King Yao were to sell him out in return, wouldn't the other officials feel disheartened when they saw it?

If the hearts of the people are scattered, how can King Yao lead this team? There was no lack of envy in Yuwen Xu's words: "He has firmly grasped this gold medal."

When King Yao and Qingyang arm-wrestle, most dignitaries can only be squeezed in the middle and suffer; unlike He Xiao, who found the most suitable position for himself as soon as he arrived in the Yao Nation.

Yuwen Xu replayed it for a long time, but still couldn't figure out how He Xiao managed to do it.

Just at this moment, snow suddenly began to drift from the sky again.

Pink, white, and half-pink-half-white, fluttering about, and there was a rich fragrance in the snow.

The grand spectacle of Yuquan Palace, "Yuquan Flying Snow," had begun.

Everyone reached out to the sky, cupped the falling pear blossoms, then closed their palms, closed their eyes, and prayed devoutly.

It is said that this old pear tree is quite efficacious; hurry, hurry, pray for blessings quickly.

Only King Yao frowned.