Chapter 71: Excellent Tactics

「Zhou Tian, did you not hear This Palace's words, or do you intend to defy This Palace? 」

Yun Xuanmo gave a cold snort; now, not only is he helping Yang Jun, but even more, it's Zhou Tian's current attitude.

I am, after all, an imperial prince!

The Fifth Imperial Prince beloved by the Emperor of Great Xia!

Zhou Tian, you bastard, do you really think that just because you made a splash today, you're something extraordinary and can flaunt your might before my eyes?

Yun Xuanmo was displeased with Zhou Tian's attitude, gave a cold snort, and a hint of chill flashed.

The dignity of the imperial nobility also surged forth at this moment.

「Your servant Zhou Tian respectfully follows Your Highness's order! 」

Zhou Tian hurriedly responded, for now is not the time when his wings are fully grown; the Yun family's world is still something he dare not provoke.

When the day comes that I control everything, I will let the Yun imperial household see just what it will be like to be trampled under my feet!

……

Yang Jun had Yun Xuanmo tidy up the aftermath, while he himself sprinted all the way toward the inn.

Along the way, he gripped the crimson blood sword, feeling very satisfied.

With the holy sword in hand, the world is mine.

Although the holy sword is now split in two, this demonic red makes Yang Jun very fond of it.

Furthermore, when holding the blood sword, he constantly feels a spiritual connection with it; his inner thoughts often can strive to merge with it.

Given time, pointing and striking wherever he wishes, enhancing his strength will no longer be merely a dream.

Yang Jun rushed all the way, yet did not discover Mo Qingyan.

He also felt a bit nervous about this.

Mo Qingyan came from this direction; her target is most likely Yun Xiyue.

After all, Zhou Tian's status is such that the imperial princess 'went missing,' and even Yun Xuanmo came out to search; for Zhou Tian to gather some information this way is also quite possible.

Yang Jun tightened his grip on the blood sword in his hand; this is the Overlord Sword, so it naturally ought to have an overbearing aura.

As for the King's Sword that Zhou Tian obtained, this bastard still has some luck, always basking in the protagonist's halo, which is why he could so easily obtain all this.

However, it's nothing; now that I have a weapon, safety is much more assured.

Yang Jun rushed toward his room; the outside matters have been settled.

What needs to be done now is to take Yun Xiyue, this Sixth Princess, and then hurry away from this place of right and wrong; that is the most important.

Otherwise, it will only cause more trouble and create even greater problems.

I merely want to survive and develop; naturally, I need to gather more chips so as not to always be at others' mercy.

Now, Yun Xiyue in my hands is a flaw that is extremely easy for others to seize.

Yang Jun returned to the door; in an instant, his heart turned cold, and he gripped the blood sword tighter.

The medicinal powder scattered before leaving the door is now completely dispersed.

Someone has already rushed into the room!

Yang Jun raised his eyebrows, blood sword in hand, pushed open the door, and walked in.

But when Yang Jun entered the room, he also let out a long sigh.

Yun Xiyue was still there, sitting on the bed with a bored look.

「Yang Jun, did you succeed? Is this the holy sword? 」

Upon seeing Yang Jun, Yun Xiyue's face lit with excitement as she rose to her feet.

While speaking, she fixed her gaze even more tightly on the holy sword in Yang Jun's hand.

「Yes, I succeeded, I obtained the holy sword. 」

Yang Jun smiled, yet in one motion he pressed Yun Xiyue down.

「Holy sword, is it like this? 」

Yun Xiyue wore a curious expression, reaching out while speaking to touch the holy sword.

But as soon as her hand moved, Yang Jun pressed it down again.

Yang Jun acted quickly, leaning forward and lowering his head to kiss.

Yun Xiyue, caught off guard, had her lovely red lips seized by Yang Jun in a kiss, and instantly there was saliva splashing.

「You, what are you doing? 」

Yun Xiyue wore a look of surprise, lifting her head to stare at Yang Jun.

As she began to speak, her body shrank back, displaying an unmistakable guard.

「What are you doing? What do you mean by 'what are you doing'? We're an old married couple; what's a kiss? 」

「Now that I have the holy sword in hand and have succeeded, shouldn't you celebrate with me? 」

Yang Jun gave a hehe smile, his face full of wantonness.

Immediately after, Yang Jun exerted force with both hands; Yun Xiyue, unable to defend, was pushed and fell backward.

「Yang Jun, what are you saying? 」

「What are you saying? Now is not the time for talk; it's time for action. Since we've succeeded, let's celebrate using your body. 」

Yang Jun became even more wanton, drawing out his voice and speaking repeatedly.

While speaking, he lowered his head and opened his mouth to kiss Yun Xiyue's lips repeatedly.

「Yang Jun, let me go! 」

Yun Xiyue's pretty face flushed crimson; in her angry tone, her eyes already held fury.

「What are you doing? At a time like this, how can you just say stop and stop? 」

「Because, because my imperial elder brother has come; his arrival is not good. 」

Huh? Your Imperial Elder Brother has come, you also know that?

Yang Jun wore a lecherous smile, deliberately retorting.

While speaking, his hand didn't stop, making Yun Xiyue ashamed and angry; her originally crimson pretty face now appeared even redder.

Moreover, she also discovered that her body felt somewhat off; that feeling made her feel extraordinarily strange, both shy and embarrassed, and even a hint of anticipation.

I, I only heard the commotion outside, heard someone call Imperial Elder Brother.

Yun Xiyue seemed to have finally found a reason; while speaking, she exerted force with both hands, pushing Yang Jun away.

Yang Jun, let's not stay here; let's go back and talk later; now show me the Holy Sword.

However, at this moment Yang Jun's movements became even faster; one hand moved accordingly, instantly pinning both of Yun Xiyue's hands.

What's there to panic about? I've succeeded now; as husband and wife, we should properly celebrate, shouldn't we?

Yang Jun spoke, looking at Yun Xiyue's alluring face before him, without the slightest hesitation or pause, immediately lowering his head again to kiss her.

Don't be like this; celebrating—how should we celebrate?

Yun Xiyue tried to stop him again, but at this moment the killing intent in her eyes grew stronger.

Between husband and wife, what else is there to say? Come on, let's properly celebrate.

Yang Jun spoke, being impolite; his mouth moved first, and his hand followed, rising up.

Yun Xiyue was furious beyond restraint, wishing to strike Yang Jun down with a single sword strike, seize the Holy Sword, and flee.

However, as she thought that, the expression on Yun Xiyue's lovely, cute cheek changed once again.

Mo Qingyan's appearance flashed across Yun Xiyue's cheek.

That was close; fortunately I managed to steady myself.

Mo Qingyan's heart was shocked; she had come here ahead of time, her greatest purpose being to deal with Yang Jun, so as to seize the Holy Sword from his hand.

Who would have expected, Yang Jun is actually so shameless!