[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber":3,"chapter-my-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber-my-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber-chapter-90":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","My Life as a Rising Force in the Red Chamber",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2310888,4515,"Chapter 90: Stepping on the Wind to Seize the Blade (Seek Collection, Seek Follows!)","my-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber-chapter-90",90,"\u003Cp>In Rongqing Hall, Jia Mu waited a long time without seeing Yuanyang bring anyone over, and grew puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Wang Ziteng noticed his son Wang Yi had vanished, and his face darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where has Yier gone!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just now, Wang Ziteng and Lady Wang had been chatting with Jia Mu; no one had noticed Wang Yi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Wang, seeing her brother’s expression change, immediately called a young maid at the door to ask; the girl said she had seen the young cousin following Yuanyang outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ziteng silently cursed—this reckless son of his was surely about to cause trouble, to avenge his mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He recalled that his son had gone out today wearing a sword; he hadn’t thought much of it, since the boy loved martial arts and always carried blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, the thought sent a chill down his spine: though Jia Cong was a bastard born of a courtesan, he was still a legitimate Jia family descendant—if someone died, the Jia and Wang families would be locked in bitter enmity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point, he no longer cared to conceal his alarm; he only wanted to rush over and prevent disaster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dealing with a weak, bookish fool—how hard could it be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Cong saw the youth emerge from behind the rockery, hand on his sword hilt, speaking with brutal hostility, eyes full of malice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yi, surprised that Jia Cong charged straight at him, then sneered—You’re asking for death; don’t blame me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Jia Cong rushed toward him, Wang Yi reached out a large hand to seize his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Son of General Wang! Jia Cong glanced at the sword at his waist, eyes narrowing slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Mu and Lady Wang both jumped at the news—could Wang Yi be going after Jia Cong because of yesterday’s incident in Rongqing Hall?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Third Young Master detests this matter most; now, provoked by the young cousin’s words, he’s acting without restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Third Young Master is a scholar; the young cousin is a martial practitioner—this is like an egg striking a stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yi comes from a military family; he’s been training since childhood—if he beats Jia Cong, both families will lose face, and he’s carrying a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuanyang’s heart lurched—yesterday in Rongqing Hall, that Wang Zhangshi had insulted the Third Young Master’s mother, and he had punished her severely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Mu and Lady Wang dared not imagine further—if Jia Cong were harmed, given Jia Zheng’s high regard for him, the Jia and Wang families would become mortal enemies!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, if Father scolds me, I’ll say the brat struck first. Heh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grandmother, Yier has surely followed the maid to find Cong-ge. This disobedient son is reckless—I fear he’ll offend Cong-ge. I’m going to check.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a shadow flashed beside him—he saw Third Young Master Jia Cong charging forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a few years older than Jia Cong, taller and stronger; if he seized Jia Cong’s chest, he could easily throw him down, breaking bones and shattering tendons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You bastard born of a courtesan, how dare you show off before me? Yesterday you humiliated my mother—today you’ll taste pain!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re General Wang’s son, yet this is the Jia family’s inner courtyard—shouting like this is your Wang family’s upbringing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw Jia Cong’s speed was startlingly fast, as if riding the wind, and felt a flicker of surprise—but he didn’t take it seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d trained since age ten under his father’s personal guards, learning battlefield combat techniques—not empty showmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Wang Yi call Jia Cong a “courtesan’s bastard,” Yuanyang’s face turned pale—this young cousin had spoken so vilely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet just as his hand closed on Jia Cong’s chest, the figure before him vanished in a blur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could react, a metallic sound rang from his waist—his sword had been swiftly drawn by Jia Cong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yi’s soul nearly fled—wasn’t this boy just a helpless scholar? How could he move so unnaturally?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time he spun around, Jia Cong had glided behind him, the gleaming blade resting against his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Years ago, Qu Hongxiu had used this move against a black-clad brute under Zhou Junxing’s command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, charge straight at the opponent; when his technique is spent, slide swiftly to the side and strike unexpectedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Hongxiu had used this move to plunge his curved blade into the black-clad brute’s waist and kill him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Cong now used the same technique—but drew Wang Yi’s own sword from his waist, reaching the same end by a different path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Hongxiu’s martial arts excelled in assassination and stealth—his moves were unpredictable, uncanny, the finest killing techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black-clad brute under Zhou Junxing was a seasoned martial artist—he died beneath the blade; how much less could Wang Yi, who’d learned only crude battlefield skills from common soldiers, stand a chance?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Wang Ziteng held the post of Military Governor of the Capital Garrison, he was no true martial man by origin, and his martial skill was mediocre.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man who taught Wang Yi martial arts was no renowned master—just an old veteran soldier who’d seen battle; these men were ordinary, and could only pass on battlefield experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such methods had some use on the battlefield, relying on personal ferocity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against Qu Hongxiu’s ghostly, elusive killing techniques, they were utterly defenseless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Cong recalled Wang Yi’s insolent words, his anger rising—he raised the long blade and slammed its flat edge hard against Wang Yi’s right cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yi screamed, his entire face swelling red and bruised; he howled in agony, then Jia Cong kicked him in the knee, sending him crashing to his knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Wang Yi could steady himself, the flat of the blade struck his left cheek again—then the blade swiftly returned to his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire motion flowed like water—drawing the blade, striking the face, returning it—all lightning-fast, leaving Wang Yi no chance to resist or escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Hongxiu had been an excellent teacher; for two years he had carefully instructed Jia Cong, who was quick-witted and diligent—his skills had now reached mastery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Against true masters he might still struggle, but against Wang Yi, a second-rate amateur, it was pure domination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ziteng had the Jia family’s maids lead him ahead, running forward, while Jia Mu, Lady Wang, Jia She, and others lagged behind, hurrying after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind them trailed a crowd of maids and old women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, even Jia She didn’t want Jia Cong harmed—not because he cared for the son, but because if something happened now, the Jia and Wang families would be unable to recover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ziteng heard several screams ahead, his face turning ashen—he shouted: “You wretched boy, stop at once!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ziteng assumed Jia Cong had already fallen to Wang Yi’s brutality—his position as Commander of Nine Provinces was now lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Zheng regarded Jia Cong as the Jia family’s literary brilliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his own son injured him, they’d be forced into bitter enmity with the Wang family—how could I have raised such an ungrateful beast!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he arrived, he saw a scene beyond belief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ziteng knew his son’s worth—he’d never liked books; over the years, he’d trained with his father’s personal guards and learned much martial skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even compared to elite soldiers of the Capital Garrison, he could hold his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bookish fool like Jia Cong had no chance against his son—he’d only feared his son might strike too hard and make things irreparable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d never imagined this scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His own son knelt on the ground, his face swollen like a pig’s head, while Jia Cong stood coldly behind him, a gleaming steel blade resting against his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t his son harming Jia Cong—it was Jia Cong who had thoroughly punished him, his life now in the other’s hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What in the world had happened? Wasn’t he just a helpless scholar? Where did he get such skill—how could he overpower my son?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Jia Mu, Lady Wang, and others arrived, stunned by the sight—this was the opposite of what they’d feared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could Jia Cong have beaten Wang Yi? He’s just a scholar—where did he get such ability?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Mu saw Jia Cong’s icy expression, the bright steel blade pressed to Wang Yi’s neck, Wang Ziteng’s son a ruined mess—her heart chilled with dread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lady Wang, seeing her nephew in this state, didn’t care for the reasons—she naturally sided with her brother’s son, and instantly hated Jia Cong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Mu snapped: “You wretched brat, what are you doing now? Put down that blade!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ziteng’s face was dark with fury; he stared at his bruised, swollen son, a flicker of killing intent in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1440,"2026-06-20T12:19:54.434Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c8148979929732f27856c044919b8a254ce133976490d251bcb8255c702e68bc","my-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber-chapter-91","my-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber-chapter-89",920,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-rising-force-in-the-red-chamber-cover.jpg"]