Chapter 87: Dimensional Strike on the Wuxia World

"My young Prince is still young and inevitably a bit headstrong. If he has offended you, I apologize on his behalf. I hope you can show mercy where possible."

The lama reacted quickly; realizing the enemy was invincible, he immediately softened his stance.

Fear was one thing.

But the lama knew clearly that if anything happened to the young Prince here, he and Liang Ziweng would be the first to perish.

He cupped his hands in a salute, but his hands looked like Doraemon's, a bizarre sight that made the onlookers burst into laughter.

Young Prince? Chu Yang glanced at the old man named Liang Ziweng beside him, and suddenly realized something. He asked, "Are you Master Lingzhi?"

The lama's face lit up with joy, and he hurriedly replied, "That is indeed me!"

"The one on the ground is Wanyan Kang, the young Prince of the Zhao Prince's Mansion, and the only son of Prince Zhao, Wanyan Honglie. Since you know my name, you should also know Prince Zhao."

Chu Yang smiled and nodded. "So it is Prince Zhao. What a coincidence; I was just planning to pay a visit..."

Master Lingzhi and Liang Ziweng exchanged smiles, both seeing the joy in each other's eyes.

Although the young Prince was injured, they were bringing back a top-tier master of hard-body techniques. They figured that with Prince Zhao's magnanimity, not only would he not punish them, he might even reward them both.

Liang Ziweng cupped his hands and laughed, "It really is a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple—we are all family and didn't recognize each other. So it turns out you also want to serve Prince Zhao and work for the Great Jin Empire."

Wanyan Kang, lying on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief; he had almost thought he would die here.

But he hadn't relaxed for long before Chu Yang's next words made his heart jump into his throat.

"Old man, you seem to have misunderstood. I am going to the Zhao Prince's Mansion because my friend was abducted into your mansion. I am going there to demand his release."

Chu Yang sneered, "You two go back and inform Wanyan Honglie to bring my friend out. Otherwise, he might end up without an heir today."

Wanyan Kang trembled all over.

Liang Ziweng hurriedly helped the injured Wanyan Kang up, while Master Lingzhi hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth and choosing to stand in front of them to protect them.

"May I ask for the name of your friend? Once I return to the mansion, I will definitely have your friend brought out safe and sound."

Wanyan Kang's face was pale, and his voice was much weaker than before.

Chu Yang glanced at him and said, "My friend's surname is Huang; he is a little beggar."

Once these words were spoken, Wanyan Kang and the others looked at each other in dismay, not knowing how to respond for a moment.

A little beggar? How could the dignified Zhao Prince's Mansion abduct a beggar?

Wanyan Kang forced an ugly smile. "Are you not pulling our legs..."

Chu Yang replied with a smirk, "If I really wanted to pull your legs, wouldn't it be more fun to hang the three of you from a tree for a few days and nights?"

Master Lingzhi and Liang Ziweng shuddered; Chu Yang's tone did not sound like he was joking.

Wanyan Kang took a deep breath and cupped his hands. "Please wait a moment. Once I return, even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I will find your friend and bring him before you."

Chu Yang shook his head. "I didn't say you could leave."

Wanyan Kang's smiling face froze, and the atmosphere became awkward.

Wanyan Kang, Master Lingzhi, and Liang Ziweng moved their feet slowly, forming a pincer formation, seemingly intending to put up a fight.

Suddenly.

Noisy sounds erupted from the surroundings, followed by the sound of uniform footsteps that made the ground tremble slightly.

The commoners who were watching the spectacle quickly stood to the sides of the road, leaving a wide path.

An army approached from not far away, and in the center of the formation was a magnificent red sedan chair, which stopped before Wanyan Kang and the others in no time.

"Kang'er, what are you doing?"

A woman's voice came from the sedan chair; it was soft and sweet, with the distinct characteristics of a woman from the south.

Wanyan Kang slowly walked to the sedan chair and whispered in a grievance-filled tone that he had been bullied, hoping to mobilize the army to deal with Chu Yang.

The woman in the sedan chair was Wanyan Kang's biological mother, Bao Xiruo.

She knew Wanyan Kang's character very well and knew that it was likely he who had caused the trouble, so no matter what Wanyan Kang said, she did not agree.

Bao Xiruo had always felt disgust for her status as a Princess, let alone using the Jin army to bully others; that was already beyond her bottom line.

Wanyan Kang saw that he couldn't persuade his mother, so he gave up the idea of using the army, but the appearance of the army still gave him a fair amount of confidence.

His attitude toward Chu Yang changed from before, and he recovered his usual arrogance, sneering, "Just now I respected your martial arts because I appreciated talent, which is why I was so polite to you. You, however, do not know what is good for you, being so arrogant and domineering."

"Now I give you two choices: either get lost immediately, or wait to be dragged back to the Prince's Mansion!"

Chu Yang stared at Wanyan Kang with the eyes one would use for a mentally challenged person and said, "I am a bit stingy, so I will only give you one choice: stay here obediently and have someone bring my friend over."

Wanyan Kang narrowed his eyes, and killing intent gradually appeared in them.

Bao Xiruo in the sedan chair heard the conversation between the two and hurriedly called out to Wanyan Kang.

Once he approached, she whispered to ask about the ins and outs of the matter.

Wanyan Kang had no choice but to explain the reason why Chu Yang was blocking him.

Bao Xiruo was also puzzled after hearing it; how could the massive Prince's Mansion abduct a little beggar?

Bao Xiruo said hesitantly, "Kang'er, that person is afraid that he is targeting you..."

Wanyan Kang noticed that his mother's thinking had changed, and he became excited, hurriedly saying, "That person relies on his high martial arts to hold me hostage; he is mostly likely trying to use me to threaten Father. All that talk about a beggar friend is just made up!"

"Such a thief must be captured and handed over to Father for disposal!"

Bao Xiruo gently lifted the curtain and looked at Chu Yang, who was dressed as a scholar. After a slight hesitation, she nodded and said, "You may capture him, but do not harm his life. Once we return to the mansion, we will determine right from wrong."

Wanyan Kang was a bit dissatisfied, but he still agreed not to harm Chu Yang's life, knowing his mother was kind-hearted.

Having received Bao Xiruo's permission, Wanyan Kang gave a look to the guard captain on the side, who understood immediately and led a large group of soldiers to surround Chu Yang without a word.

The commoners around saw this formation and immediately scattered like birds and beasts, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.

The bald monk who had been shouting "Who else?!" on the stage was also scared out of his wits and ran away in a flash.

Mu Nianci, dressed in red, didn't even look at him; she had been staring at Chu Yang since just now.

"Father, you were right, that scholar who looks so refined really is a master!"

Mu Nianci exclaimed:

"He actually crushed the copper cymbals in the big lama's hands with his bare hands."

"Looking at how young he is, he shouldn't be more than a few years older than me, yet he possesses such powerful hard-body martial arts!"

Yang Tiexin, who was using the alias "Mu Yi," didn't hear a word his daughter was saying; his attention had long been drawn to that large red sedan chair.

Inside it was the voice he had been dreaming of.

That gentle and soft voice, like a wind chime, pulled Yang Tiexin's thoughts back to Niu Family Village eighteen years ago.

The stage flickered and turned into the warm little home in his memory.

"Tie-ge."

His gentle and virtuous wife stood vividly before him, smiling lightly.

In the moment his fingers touched his wife's face, everything around him became like a dream or illusion, shattering into pieces.

The home was gone! His wife, his child, his sworn brother Guo Xiaotian, his sister-in-law Li Ping—everyone was gone! Yang Tiexin, whose consciousness returned to reality, had blood-red eyes, bulging veins, and looked like he had gone mad.

He stared fixedly at that sedan chair.

Yang Tiexin wanted to know who exactly was sitting behind that curtain!

In Mu Nianci's terrified gaze, Yang Tiexin picked up the long spear from the weapon rack and jumped off the stage without hesitation. He didn't even explain a word to Mu Nianci before charging out alone.

Only after Yang Tiexin had charged out did Mu Nianci shout, "Father, don't!"

Yang Tiexin, who had fallen into madness, could no longer hear Mu Nianci's call; he only wanted to see the wife he had been longing for day and night.

Even if there was a mountain of blades and a sea of fire ahead, he would charge through it! Because the guard captain had mobilized most of the Jin soldiers to surround Chu Yang, only a small squad of Jin soldiers stood in Yang Tiexin's way.

The Yang Family Spear technique was broad and open, a spear technique honed on the battlefield; it was more adept at dealing with military formations than with martial arts masters.

Even though Yang Tiexin's body was not what it used to be, dealing with a few Jin soldiers was still a piece of cake.

In an instant, he had pierced through the weak military formation in front of him and charged to within fifty paces of the sedan chair.

Only Wanyan Kang stood in front of Yang Tiexin!

Yang Tiexin's actions also completely enraged Wanyan Kang, whose eyes were filled with chilling killing intent.

He had been beaten up by Chu Yang today, which was already humiliating enough.

Now, even this lowly commoner who performed for a living dared to make a move on him.

Burning with rage, Wanyan Kang channeled his internal energy, his five fingers turning into claws, and then a sinister and terrifying aura quietly permeated the air.

He wanted to use the "Nine Yin Bone-Claw" to crush the skull of the middle-aged man in front of him.

At this moment, the Master Monk Lingzhi and Liang Ziweng both made their moves, intercepting Yang Tiexin.

If the young Prince was injured, Wanyan Honglie would likely let them off the hook! But if anything happened to the Princess, they would definitely die.

Lingzhi Master's hands were wrapped in copper cymbals, unable to perform his unique skills like the Great Handprint or Poison Sand Palm, so his martial arts were greatly diminished, and he couldn't kill Yang Tiexin! Therefore, Liang Ziweng became the main force against Yang Tiexin, suppressing him with the Great Grappling Hand with the assistance of Lingzhi Master.

If it weren't for Yang Tiexin falling into madness and using a life-for-an-injury fighting style, he would likely have been captured by the two of them already.

While the three were locked in a fierce battle, Mu Nianci also chased after them.

Although she didn't know why her father would be like this, she only had one thought in her heart: to help Yang Tiexin fight the enemy.

Unfortunately, Mu Nianci's martial arts were even worse than Yang Tiexin's, and she couldn't even break through the Jin soldiers' defensive line, being trapped dead in the distance.

She could only watch as Yang Tiexin was beaten by Liang Ziweng and Lingzhi Master until he vomited blood repeatedly.

"Someone, save my father!"

Mu Nianci prayed bitterly in her heart while fighting the Jin soldiers.

On the other side, under the command of the guard captain, more soldiers launched an attack on Chu Yang.

The guard captain knew Chu Yang was a hard-body master, so he had the soldiers hold long spears and attack from different angles, wanting to find Chu Yang's vital point.

Hard-body masters who are impervious to blades and spears are rare, but every one of them has a vital point; once that point is broken, the martial arts they accumulated for a lifetime are gone.

Facing the countless spear tips stabbing at him, Chu Yang watched coldly, unmoved.

Nowadays, his Armament Haki could not be easily broken by ordinary weapons, let alone ordinary weapons—even Shanks's sword, 【Gryphon】, could not easily pierce it.

The spear tips shattered the moment they touched Chu Yang's long robe.

Dozens of long spears broke simultaneously, a scene with great visual impact; the Jin soldiers held the spear shafts that no longer had spearheads, looking just like they were holding fire pokers.

The combat quality of the Jin soldiers was quite good; when the weapons of the front-row spearmen were destroyed, they immediately retreated and changed formation, letting the rear spearmen continue the attack.

Wave after wave, the long spears fell like raindrops on every part of Chu Yang's body.

As long as a military formation is running, it is like a ruthless killing machine that never stops.

That is the case under normal circumstances.

But after seven or eight rounds of attacks, the Jin soldiers stopped moving. All the long spears in their hands had turned into fire pokers.

And the ground was littered with broken spearheads...

The Jin soldiers froze, and the guard captain and Wanyan Kang behind them also froze.

Wanyan Kang's face flushed red, and it took him a long time to spit out, "What kind of evil art is this?!"

Chu Yang looked at him with a smirk. "You will know in a moment."

Wanyan Kang's head was buzzing; he was truly scared. From birth until now, he had never been this afraid.

Ignoring his mother's instructions, he shouted hysterically, "All of you, charge! Use your fists to hit him, use your teeth to bite him, you must kill him!"

The Jin soldiers threw away the bald spear shafts and charged forward with red eyes!

The young Prince was angry; if they couldn't kill this scholar today, then they would be the ones to die tomorrow.

Chu Yang shook his head, and his Conqueror's Haki erupted completely; a golden storm invisible to the naked eye swept across the surroundings.

Just like throwing a stone into a calm lake, the ripples of Conqueror's Haki continued to spread.

The scene of the Jin soldiers charging bravely came to an abrupt halt, as if someone had forcibly pressed the pause button.

The military formation of nearly a thousand people stood motionless, instantly falling silent.

This bizarre scene made Wanyan Kang's scalp tingle, and all the hair on his body stood on end.

Thud!!! A Jin soldier closest to Chu Yang suddenly fell, hitting the ground straight, and then the other Jin soldiers fell one after another like dominoes.

A large area of Jin soldiers fell densely on the ground, a shocking scene! Wanyan Kang, seeing this, opened his mouth wide, feeling a strong sense of suffocation.

The abilities Chu Yang displayed had already transcended the scope of what he could understand.

It wasn't just Wanyan Kang who was afraid; Lingzhi Master and Liang Ziweng, who were besieging Yang Tiexin, were also scared out of their wits by the shocking scene.

As a result, they were caught by the severely injured Yang Tiexin, who stabbed them both in their vital points with two consecutive spear thrusts!

Lingzhi Master and Liang Ziweng both let out miserable wails and collapsed to the ground.

Looking at the unconscious Jin soldiers around and his father who had made a desperate counterattack, Mu Nianci was dumbfounded.

Could it be that God really heard my plea? Chu Yang walked slowly toward Wanyan Kang; when he passed by Mu Nianci, she asked belatedly, "Did you do this?"

Chu Yang nodded and suddenly stopped, looking at the beautiful girl in red before him.

A martial arts contest for marriage.

Wanyan Kang had also appeared.

Then she must be Mu Nianci.

Mu Nianci felt shy under Chu Yang's direct gaze, a blush rising on her beautiful face, and she couldn't help but lower her head and avoid Chu Yang's eyes.

"Miss Mu, aren't you going to check on your father?"

Seeing Mu Nianci fidgeting in front of him, Chu Yang asked in confusion.

Mu Nianci exclaimed, her face turning even redder, and she ran toward Yang Tiexin without looking back. The latter was sitting on the side of the road due to his severe injuries, just like Lingzhi Master and the others.

Even so, Yang Tiexin's gaze remained fixed on that red sedan chair.

Mu Nianci supported Yang Tiexin and asked about his injuries with concern, but Yang Tiexin pushed Mu Nianci away.

"Nianci, don't worry about me. Go over there and lift the curtain of that sedan chair; let me see who is inside."

Mu Nianci looked at her father in great confusion; he had suffered such severe injuries, so why was he still concerned about who was sitting in a sedan chair? "Go quickly!"

Yang Tiexin shouted excitedly, only to vomit a mouthful of hot blood.

Seeing this, Mu Nianci didn't dare to delay and hurriedly ran to the sedan chair.

Wanyan Kang suddenly appeared, blocking her path. Just as he was about to make a move, a sharp pain came from his wrist.

He looked up and found that Chu Yang was already standing beside him, gripping his wrist.

Wanyan Kang was sweating profusely from the pain! Remembering the scene of being lifted and smashed into the ground earlier, he didn't dare to move.

Bao Xiruo in the sedan chair didn't know what was happening outside; she only felt that the surroundings had suddenly become unusually quiet.

Feeling uneasy, she lifted the curtain and poked half her head out, calling out to Wanyan Kang softly.

"Kang'er, how is the situation?"

Bao Xiruo received no response; Wanyan Kang was in too much pain to speak at this moment.

Then, Mu Nianci walked quickly to the sedan chair and lifted the curtain, revealing the figure inside.

She froze.

Sitting in the sedan chair was a very beautiful woman, whose temperament and appearance were the best Mu Nianci had ever seen in her life.

"So beautiful!"

Suddenly, this was the only thought in Mu Nianci's mind.

What was the relationship between such a beautiful woman and Father? Why did Father insist on seeing her face? Mu Nianci turned to look at Yang Tiexin.

Yang Tiexin tried hard to stretch his neck, wanting to see the face of the person in the sedan chair clearly.

It was a face almost identical to the one from eighteen years ago, as if time had never left a mark on her face.

Yang Tiexin watched in a daze, tears sliding down involuntarily.

"Xiruo..."

This middle-aged man, weathered by hardship, had a very small voice, whether it was because he had no strength due to his injuries or because he felt ashamed of his current state and didn't dare to call her name loudly.

Bao Xiruo was wearing luxurious and magnificent clothing, her complexion and appearance like that of a girl in her prime, and one could tell at a glance that she was living very well now.

In a trance, Yang Tiexin suddenly thought that Bao Xiruo was now the Princess in the mouths of the Jin soldiers.

"She is a Princess; how could she be a Princess?"

Yang Tiexin muttered to himself, lost and dejected, his entire spirit seemingly drained away.

After the curtain was completely lifted, Bao Xiruo saw that all the Jin soldiers around had fallen to the ground, and then saw her son being restrained, and was terrified.

Although afraid, the instinct of a mother still made Bao Xiruo walk out of the sedan chair tremblingly.

Bao Xiruo said softly, "My son is ignorant and has offended you, sir. Please be magnanimous and do not harm my son; I apologize to you on his behalf." Seeing her mother bowing and apologizing for him made Wanyan Kang's heart flare with anger.

He didn't know where he got the courage, but he roared at Chu Yang, "Evil thief, if you have the ability, kill me! If I die here today, don't even think about walking out of Yanjing City."

"Now you're acting tough?" Chu Yang sneered and tapped his foot lightly; the stone slab under his feet shattered instantly, and the ground collapsed three feet deep out of thin air.

Wanyan Kang gasped, and reason instantly overcame anger, so he lowered his head and said sincerely, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

"Tsk tsk." Chu Yang looked at him with contempt, then released his wrist and pointed at the High Monk Lingzhi and Liang Ziweng. "Aren't you going back to the Zhao Prince's Mansion? Since the two of them can't move, you can just go back."

Wanyan Kang opened his eyes wide, surprised and a little incredulous.

Chu Yang pointed at Bao Xiruo and said, "However, as a substitute, she must stay."

Wanyan Kang's face turned pale.

Chu Yang patted him on the shoulder and said meaningfully, "I see your features are pale and your crown is black; it is the face of a lonely star of destiny..."

Wanyan Kang gritted his teeth and said, "Sir, rest assured, I will definitely bring your friend back unharmed."

Chu Yang smiled and said, "You have already made similar promises twice. Remember, things do not happen a third time."

Wanyan Kang nodded, turned, and walked to Bao Xiruo's ear to whisper a few words, then left.

It wasn't until Wanyan Kang was out of sight that Bao Xiruo began to secretly observe the scholar-dressed man in front of her.

She suddenly realized that what Chu Yang said might be true.

The current Zhao Prince's Mansion was a mix of good and bad people, gathering many martial arts figures; perhaps someone really had taken his friend away...

However, why would such a powerful master be friends with a beggar? Bao Xiruo frowned, unable to figure it out.

She didn't notice that Yang Tiexin on the side was still staring at her in a daze.

Chu Yang glanced at Yang Tiexin and shook his head secretly; this man's brain seemed to be sick. His wife, who had been lost for eighteen years, was right in front of him, yet he didn't say a word.

He had originally thought that Yang Tiexin would recognize his wife immediately, but it seemed this guy was a bit inferior and didn't dare to go up and recognize her.

"This spirit is far worse than Wanyan Honglie's. It's fortunate that Bao Xiruo values love and righteousness, otherwise she would have kicked you out long ago."

Chu Yang sighed helplessly.

Mu Nianci noticed Yang Tiexin's abnormality.

She could almost conclude that there must be some kind of relationship between the two.

Seeing her father being timid, Mu Nianci had no choice but to gather her own courage, walk up to Bao Xiruo, and ask, "You are the Princess, right?"

Bao Xiruo looked at the little girl who had plucked her out of the sedan chair and nodded.

Mu Nianci said again, "My father seems to know you."

Bao Xiruo asked in confusion, "Who is your father?"

Mu Nianci pointed to Yang Tiexin not far away, and Bao Xiruo looked in the direction she pointed.

A middle-aged man with a miserable and weathered face came into view. Bao Xiruo looked for a while and shook her head. "I don't know your father; you must have recognized the wrong person."

Her voice was weak, but it fell into Yang Tiexin's ears like a thunderclap, and everything in front of him seemed to be spinning.

Mu Nianci didn't expect to get such an answer and became at a loss.

Chu Yang couldn't stand it anymore and walked straight to Bao Xiruo, saying, "That man's surname is Yang, his name is Tiexin; you should know him."

After hearing the name Yang Tiexin, Bao Xiruo's body trembled violently! She turned back to look at the very unfamiliar middle-aged man; that face was far from the Yang Tiexin in her memory, and could even be said to be completely unrelated.

"Impossible, Tie-ge died long ago..."

Recalling her husband, Bao Xiruo's emotions became very agitated; her voice was very resolute because for eighteen years, she had always thought so.

Yang Tiexin was dead! However, Chu Yang just asked one more question, directly shattering her psychological defense.

"You say Yang Tiexin is dead, but have you ever seen Yang Tiexin's corpse?"

The faint words fell into Bao Xiruo's heart, no different from a thunderclap on a clear day.

"I haven't seen Tie-ge's remains, but..."

Bao Xiruo stopped speaking there; she slowly raised her head and looked at the middle-aged man.

And at this moment, Yang Tiexin was also looking at her affectionately.

After being poked through that layer of window paper by Chu Yang without warning, he no longer dodged.

A face may change due to time and hardship.

But the look in one's eyes when loving someone will not change.

After feeling Yang Tiexin's gaze, Bao Xiruo's heart was completely shaken; she asked with a trembling voice, "Are you really Brother Tie?"

Yang Tiexin struggled on the ground, wanting to stand up, but his body wouldn't listen to him.

Mu Nianci saw this and hurriedly walked to her father's side, helping him up.

Yang Tiexin took a few deep breaths and said, "Nianci, help me pick up the spear."

Mu Nianci obediently picked up the spear and sent it to her father's hand.

The long spear that was usually as easy to use as an arm became extremely heavy in the hands of Yang Tiexin, who had lost too much blood.

He wanted to perform the Yang Family Spear, but as soon as he made the starting move, the entire spear slipped from his hand, clattering to the ground. Yang Tiexin only felt the world go black, dizzy and unable to stand.

Mu Nianci hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

Bao Xiruo saw this and felt a strange heartache, a look of worry appearing on her face.

Chu Yang knew that Yang Tiexin had suffered such severe injuries because he had fought a fierce battle with Master Lingzhi and Liang Ziweng earlier.

Liang Ziweng's martial arts were not weak; at the very least, Guo Jing and Huang Rong before they learned the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms couldn't beat him, and Master Lingzhi's strength was even above Liang Ziweng's.

Being able to persist until now after fighting these two people could already be considered an explosion of Yang Tiexin's potential.

Chu Yang walked to Yang Tiexin's side, reached out and pressed on the other's shoulder, and then transmitted some life energy into the other's body.

Chu Yang, who had been a "support" in many worlds, was very familiar with this.

With a warm current surging into his body, Yang Tiexin's pain was instantly relieved, and his expression relaxed a lot.

A few seconds later, Yang Tiexin's physical condition improved immediately; his pale complexion gradually became rosy, and it was clear that the lost blood and energy had been replenished.

Although the symptoms of the hidden illnesses left behind earlier were still there, he was much more spirited, even in a better state than before he was injured.

Mu Nianci watched from the side as her father's face improved bit by bit, and she was so excited she couldn't speak.

Yang Tiexin, feeling his whole body clear, looked at Chu Yang with a complex expression. This young scholar not only could state his identity in one breath, but his methods were mysterious; he couldn't possibly be an ordinary person!

The distracting thoughts flashed by, and Yang Tiexin cupped his hands toward Chu Yang, saying gratefully, "Thank you, sir, for saving my life. Mu... Yang Tiexin will never forget it. May I ask for your name, sir?"

"Chu Yang." After replying, Chu Yang reminded him, "You still have something to do."

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Chu. Once I have fulfilled my wish, I will come to talk with you again." After saying that, Yang Tiexin carried his spear and walked toward Bao Xiruo.

The cold wind whistled.

Yang Tiexin looked at Bao Xiruo affectionately, then began to perform the Yang Family Spear; the moves were broad and open, possessing the momentum to sweep away thousands of troops.

This set of spear techniques was so familiar in Bao Xiruo's eyes.

Eighteen years ago, she could see her husband performing the same spear techniques almost every day.

Memories like a tidal wave surged, instantly drowning Bao Xiruo; her tears could no longer be suppressed and burst forth.

She could finally be sure that this middle-aged man who made her feel like a stranger was the husband she had been longing for day and night—Yang Tiexin!

"Tie-ge!!!"

The soft and sweet voice, at this moment, carried a sobbing tone, echoing in Yang Tiexin's ears, making him unable to hold the long spear in his hand any longer.

The two who had reunited after a long separation hugged tightly, pouring out their respective experiences over the years.

The scene was touching, but it still made Chu Yang feel a bit awkward. He touched his nose and turned his head, only to see Mu Nianci in a dumbfounded and trance-like state.

The impact of this scene was too strong, and it had stunned the child; after all, the person her father was hugging at this moment was a Princess.

Chu Yang felt this girl was quite cute and couldn't help but want to tease her, so he used a critical tone, shook his head, and said, "Senior Yang is worthy of being a man of passion; he says hug and he hugs, and the one he's hugging is someone else's wife! I admire you!"

Mu Nianci immediately glared at Chu Yang, then felt it was inappropriate, and hurriedly changed back to a gentle expression, whispering, "Mr. Chu, don't tease my father. You know my father's real name, so you should also know the reason for the matter..."

Speaking of this, Mu Nianci suddenly realized that Chu Yang was teasing her on purpose, and her face turned red.

Chu Yang exclaimed in wonder, "In just a few breaths, Miss Mu has changed four or five expressions. If you were to perform in a play, you would definitely be a famous actor of a generation."

The blush on Mu Nianci's face immediately spread, and her ears and neck also turned red.

Chu Yang smiled knowingly; this girl in red was truly cute, just like Xiao Huang—that guy would sometimes show this expression too.

Cute, silly, and a bit tsundere...

Not good.

Chu Yang's face changed suddenly, as if facing a great enemy, and he sat upright immediately, repeating to himself over and over, "I am a straight man, I like mature women, I like lolis, I like JK, I like black silk..."

Mu Nianci looked blank, completely unable to understand what Chu Yang was saying, but she always felt that this Mr. Chu seemed to be in a great hurry.

After chanting for a long time, Chu Yang looked at Mu Nianci's beautiful appearance and heaven-defying long legs.

Stirring.

Very good!

Only then did Chu Yang breathe a sigh of relief!

On the other side, Yang Tiexin and Bao Xiruo, who had finished pouring out their hearts, walked over while supporting each other.

Yang Tiexin cupped his hands and said, "That my wife and I can recognize each other today is all thanks to Mr. Chu. In the future, if Mr. Chu has any request, Yang will not hesitate even if it means death."

Chu Yang waved his hand with a smile. "No need for that."

The two sides chatted for a few sentences, and halfway through, Yang Tiexin stopped speaking several times, and finally couldn't help but ask, "I know Mr. Chu is omnipotent, but I am still very curious how Mr. Chu knew my real name."

Chu Yang smacked his lips, thinking that this person was really not sensible, asking a savior for the bottom line; sure enough, in terms of being a person, Wanyan Honglie was better than him.

Chu Yang stretched out his hand, and his fingers pinched rapidly, the speed so fast that they left afterimages, making the other three dizzy.

"My family has been fortune-telling for generations."

Chu Yang's fortune-telling method looked very professional; at the very least, Yang Tiexin couldn't see any flaws, and he immediately showed an admiring expression, nodding. "Mr. Chu really has a family heritage..."

He even believed this? Chu Yang couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Mu Nianci asked curiously, "Father, what is the relationship between you and this... lady?"

Yang Tiexin then recounted what happened eighteen years ago.

Mu Nianci suddenly realized, and the look she gave Bao Xiruo became complicated.

As a woman herself, she could completely empathize with Bao Xiruo's experience.

Mu Nianci just wanted to say something, but her expression suddenly became awkward.

Bao Xiruo, however, grabbed Mu Nianci's hand at this moment and said gently, "Since you are Tie-ge's adopted daughter, you are naturally my adopted daughter. If you are willing, why not call me Mother?"

Mu Nianci's eyes turned red; she had never called anyone "Mother" since she was a child.

"Mother..."

Mu Nianci whispered, and the gentle appearance made Bao Xiruo very fond of her, immediately beaming with joy, grabbing Mu Nianci's hand and rubbing it.

"What should we do next?"

Mu Nianci asked with a red face.

Yang Tiexin and Bao Xiruo looked at each other, their faces full of hesitation.

First of all, they wanted to run away and live the second half of their lives anonymously; on the other hand, they still wanted to see their son—or rather, Yang Tiexin wanted to recognize his son.

Bao Xiruo sighed and said, "I understand Kang'er's character. If he returns to the Prince's Mansion this time, he will definitely request Prince Zhao to mobilize the army, and Prince Zhao will definitely agree for my sake. It will be very dangerous for us to continue staying here."

"It is best to leave first, and find an opportunity to explain the reason to Kang'er later."

Hearing this, Yang Tiexin hesitated for a moment and nodded slowly.

Mu Nianci saw that her father agreed to leave, so she turned to look at Chu Yang and asked, "Mr. Chu, are you coming with us?"

When she said this, she was very hopeful in her heart that Chu Yang would nod.

However...

Chu Yang shook his head without hesitation. "I am still waiting for that young Prince to bring my friend over, so I cannot leave yet."

Yang Tiexin persuaded, "Mr. Chu has high martial arts, the best I have ever seen in my life, but if the Zhao Prince's Mansion mobilizes the army, it won't be a thousand or a hundred people, but tens of thousands of Jin soldiers!"

"'The Jurchens do not exceed ten thousand, and if they exceed ten thousand, they are invincible'—this sentence is definitely not a lie. Sir, please do not act willfully. With your martial arts, you can find an opportunity to sneak into the Prince's Mansion secretly and rescue your friend when they are unprepared."

Mu Nianci nodded repeatedly on the side; she was also shocked when she heard Chu Yang say he wanted to stay.

Bao Xiruo also followed suit to persuade him.

Who knew that Chu Yang still shook his head; he didn't explain too much, just found a place to sit down, closed his eyes to rest, and waited silently for Wanyan Kang to return.

Seeing that persuasion was fruitless, Yang Tiexin was silent for a while, then turned to look at Bao Xiruo. "Xiruo, Mr. Chu saved my life; I cannot just walk away like this. I'm sorry..."

Bao Xiruo didn't complain, but smiled gently. "All along, what I have been most proud of is your character. From childhood to adulthood, I have always told Kang'er that you are a great hero who values love and righteousness, so I will not blame you."

Seeing that both parents intended to stay, Mu Nianci said anxiously, "Father, Mother, you have finally managed to meet after all this time; you cannot stay here. You go, I will stay and help Mr. Chu."

Yang Tiexin shook his head and laughed. "Your martial arts were taught by me; I know very well how much you are worth. If you stay, you will only distract Mr. Chu."

Father and daughter argued endlessly.

Chu Yang felt it was a bit noisy; in fact, it didn't matter whether they left or not. The saying that the Jurchens were invincible if they exceeded ten thousand had no deterrent effect on him.

Not to mention that in front of Conqueror's Haki, these soldiers were like paper; even if it were a contest of firepower, he wouldn't be afraid at all.

The "Second Mizukage" Hozuki Gengetsu's "Steam Imp" was a battlefield killer; in this era without mushroom bombs, a group of ancient people couldn't handle this bug-level "strategic weapon" no matter how hard they tried.

If that kid Wanyan Kang didn't have eyes and didn't bring the person out, but instead led a large number of Jin soldiers over, then don't blame him for not talking about martial arts; he would give them some unforgettable memories then.

At the same time, Wanyan Kang dragged his injured body back to the Zhao Prince's Mansion, throwing the entire mansion into chaos.

The young Prince was injured, and the Princess was held hostage; this was something the servants wouldn't even dare to think about on a normal day.

After Wanyan Honglie learned the news, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan and decided to mobilize the army in the capacity of a Prince to capture the thief and protect the Princess's safety.

But he was stopped by Wanyan Kang.

Chu Yang had underestimated the shadow he had left in Wanyan Kang's heart; the latter could no longer muster any courage to be his enemy.

"Father, that scholar has extremely high martial arts, the best I have ever seen, and what he asks for is not a difficult matter. We don't need to fight him head-on."

Wanyan Kang looked at Wanyan Honglie, who was pacing back and forth in the hall, and kept persuading him.

"Kang'er, my dignified Zhao Prince's Mansion, how could I abduct a little beggar?"

Wanyan Honglie waved his sleeves, laughing and crying.

"People in the Zhao Prince's Mansion naturally wouldn't act like this, but what if it was those strange people you recruited, Father? They were originally the dregs of the martial arts world; it wouldn't be strange for them to do anything."

Wanyan Kang's words made Wanyan Honglie fall into deep thought; it was undeniable that his words made sense.

Those people, although respectful to their father and son on weekdays, acted arrogantly and domineeringly outside, doing many outrageous things, causing the commoners to complain; Wanyan Honglie had heard of this long ago.

Wanyan Kang continued, "Father, why not gather those masters and ask them?"

The matter was urgent, and the Princess was still in the hands of the thief, so Wanyan Honglie couldn't think too much; he immediately had those masters summoned to the front hall.

Half an hour later.

Peng Lianhu, Sha Tongtian, and a handsome young man in white appeared in the front hall.

In addition, there were some miscellaneous martial arts figures.

Wanyan Honglie explained the situation and then asked, "I would like to ask everyone here, have you abducted anyone into the Zhao Prince's Mansion for personal grievances?"

Peng Lianhu and Sha Tongtian were shocked, both thinking of Guo Jing.

That young man in white also frowned.

Everyone remained silent.

Wanyan Honglie's tone gradually became heavier, and he said coldly, "This concerns the Princess's safety. If anyone knows and doesn't report it, don't blame me for settling accounts later."

Peng Lianhu and Sha Tongtian looked at each other, and the latter gritted his teeth and stepped forward, saying, "I captured someone a while ago and he is being held in the mansion's dungeon. I don't know if it's the person the Prince is looking for."

Wanyan Honglie narrowed his eyes and asked, "What is that person's name?"

Sha Tongtian replied, "The Prince has heard of that person's name; it is Guo Jing, who disrupted our plans in Mongolia."

Wanyan Honglie looked at Wanyan Kang, who shook his head and said, "His missing brother's surname is Huang, not Guo; it shouldn't be him."

The young man in white's face changed when he heard this.

Wanyan Kang noticed his expression and frowned, "Ouyang Ke, did you capture someone into the mansion too?"

Ouyang Ke, dressed in white, nodded. "The person I captured is surnamed Huang, but it is a girl."

Wanyan Honglie sighed long. "One surname is wrong, one gender is wrong; what should be done?"

Wanyan Kang gritted his teeth. "Bring both of them over and let him choose!"

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