Chapter 88

The group waited in the hall for a while, and the Prince's guards soon brought in a man and a woman.

The man was none other than Guo Jing.

He was pale, his clothes were in tatters, and he looked extremely haggard, like a total beggar.

This recent time in prison had not been easy for Guo Jing; although Sha Tongtian had held back due to certain reservations, he had still suffered quite a bit.

Going without meals was already a common occurrence.

Compared to Guo Jing, the girl's treatment was much better; there wasn't a speck of dirt on her, and she was full of spirit with a rosy complexion—it was less like she had been captured and brought to the Prince's residence and more like she had come as a guest.

Ouyang Ke was also very polite to her, saying in a gentle voice, "Miss Huang, I must ask you to come with us in a moment."

This posturing lecher before her made Huang Rong feel disgusted, and she said with disdain, "Ouyang Ke, not only did you poison me, but you also kidnapped me to this place. If my father finds out, he will surely make you suffer a fate worse than death."

Ouyang Ke chuckled, "Miss Huang, you speak too harshly. I was merely worried that you might be in danger alone, which is why I resorted to this desperate measure to bring you to the Prince's residence. I believe Island Master Huang will understand my intentions."

"Rest assured, I have already written to inform my uncle. Before Island Master Huang finds you, my uncle Ouyang Feng will arrive here first to wait for him, and at that time, I shall propose marriage to Island Master Huang."

"Pah!" Huang Rong wrinkled her delicate nose and said dismissively, "You want me to marry you? Keep dreaming! When the time comes, I will definitely have my father kill you."

Ouyang Ke stopped arguing with Huang Rong; if it weren't for the Golden Silk Soft Armor she wore and his fear of offending Huang Yaoshi, he would have already had his way with this little girl.

Wanyan Honglie heard their conversation, turned to look at Ouyang Ke, and frowned, "This young lady's background seems quite extraordinary..."

Ouyang Ke cupped his hands and said, "Reporting to Your Highness, this Miss Huang is the only daughter of Peach Blossom Island's master, Huang Yaoshi. Her status is indeed extraordinary."

Wanyan Honglie did not speak, but instead gave Ouyang Ke a deep look.

Ouyang Ke understood and smiled, "Your Highness need not worry about angering Island Master Huang. After all, my uncle is a grandmaster of equal renown, and if I succeed in my proposal, the Zhao Prince's residence might simultaneously possess two grandmaster-level experts as guest retainers."

Upon hearing this, Wanyan Honglie could not help but laugh out loud, "Then I shall congratulate Young Master Ouyang in advance on getting what you wish for."

The other experts looked at Ouyang Ke with envy; some people are born winners.

No matter the era, nothing beats having a powerful father!

Subsequently, at Wanyan Honglie's command, a large number of Jin soldiers began to assemble outside the Zhao Prince's residence; he even mobilized the garrison troops of Yanjing City.

In the blink of an eye, nearly ten thousand Jin soldiers had formed their ranks.

Seeing this, Wanyan Kang wanted to say something, but when he saw the expression on Wanyan Honglie's face, he knew his father had already made up his mind.

Although Wanyan Honglie treated Wanyan Kang as his own flesh and blood, he still found it hard to believe that anyone in the world could easily defeat a military formation of nearly a thousand Jin soldiers; even a grandmaster might not be that formidable.

Wanyan Honglie felt that his son had been scared out of his wits, which was why he was spouting such nonsense.

But regardless, the other party was likely a top-tier martial arts expert, and given Wanyan Honglie's character, it was best not to make an enemy of them if possible.

However...

If these two were not the people the scholar was looking for, Wanyan Honglie could not guarantee that the other party wouldn't vent their anger on the Zhao Prince's residence. A major battle would likely be unavoidable, so the necessary preparations had to be made.

He wanted to see just how formidable this scholar, whom Wanyan Kang described as so godlike, really was. Surrounded by the mighty army, the group immediately headed toward Chu Yang's location.

Huang Rong and Guo Jing were both surrounded by Jin soldiers. Although they didn't know where they were going, neither dared to act rashly. An annoyed Huang Rong glanced at the silly-looking boy beside her, tilted her head, and whispered, "Hey, big guy, how did you get captured by them and brought to the Zhao Prince's residence?"

Guo Jing replied in a muffled voice, "They falsely accused me of murder."

Huang Rong became interested, revealing her two canine teeth in excitement, and asked:

"Murder? Who did you kill?"

"I didn't kill anyone." Guo Jing indignantly recounted the whole story from beginning to end.

He clearly explained the entire process, from his encounter with Hou Tonghai and the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River, the ensuing battle, to accidentally dragging Chu Yang into it, and Chu Yang killing Hou Tonghai and the others while framing him for it.

Perhaps because he felt so stifled, Guo Jing's dull brain seemed to have been enlightened.

He didn't stumble once in the middle, telling it all in one breath.

After hearing this, Huang Rong's pretty little face scrunched up. She thought this person was truly unlucky, but then she felt that those who are pitiable must have something hateful about them.

Huang Rong asked, "That person framing you is certainly detestable, but have you ever thought that if he were truly an ordinary person with no strength to truss a chicken, he might have already died in the chaotic battle between you and your enemies?"

It was he who implicated someone else first; the fact that the other party only killed Hou Tonghai and the others without dealing him a lethal blow already showed a clear distinction between gratitude and grudges.

Guo Jing lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

Huang Rong found this silly boy quite interesting; he was actually reflecting on it. If it were her, she would likely just think the person who got dragged into it had bad luck.

She patted Guo Jing on the shoulder and said with a grin, "We can be considered companions in adversity now, which counts for at least half a friend. If I ever meet that guy, I'll definitely help you kick his butt hard."

Huang Rong, with skin like congealed fat and bright eyes and white teeth, looked like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting when she smiled, leaving him mesmerized before he even realized it.

Guo Jing's gaze reminded Huang Rong of Ouyang Ke. She frowned slightly, turned her head away, and ignored him, then began to admire the scenery along the street on her own, without the slightest feeling of being a captive.

Ouyang Ke, traveling with Wanyan Honglie, noticed the two chatting and laughing, and the flames of jealousy flared up instantly; his expression turned sinister.

No matter how he looked at it, Guo Jing was an eyesore.

As the army passed, the streets were deserted; every household kept their doors tightly shut, and adults hid behind their doors, observing the Jin soldiers through the cracks.

Children were pulled into inner rooms, their mouths tightly covered, not daring to make a sound.

Ancient soldiers and bandits were often separated by only a single thought.

After passing through several streets, the group vaguely saw the stage for the martial arts marriage competition.

At this moment, Guo Jing's emotions suddenly became agitated because he saw a familiar figure—the very person who had caused him to experience his imprisonment.

He pointed at the figure ahead, turned to Huang Rong, and said, "Miss Huang, that's the guy I was telling you about!"

Huang Rong stood on tiptoe to look, and the figure she had been longing for day and night came into view. An expression of disbelief immediately appeared on her face.

This was followed by uncontrollable joy. Recalling her experiences during this time, her eyes gradually misted over.

On the other side, Guo Jing was still foolishly saying, "Miss Huang, you just said you'd help me kick..."

Huang Rong turned her head abruptly and glared fiercely at Guo Jing, giving him a fright. Without another word, she kicked him right in the butt.

"You shameless rascal, trying to shift the blame!"

Guo Jing was kicked flying by Huang Rong and sat on the ground, his eyes dazed. He didn't understand; Miss Huang had just called him half a friend, so how did things change in the blink of an eye?

This kick had actually landed on his own butt...

Guo Jing felt aggrieved, wanting to cry but having no tears.

His masters were right; a woman's mind is indeed the most complex thing in the world.

Seeing Guo Jing get kicked, Ouyang Ke, who had been jealous just a moment ago, couldn't help but slap the table and applaud, laughing loudly, "Well kicked, Miss Huang! I also think this brat doesn't look like a good person."

Huang Rong sneered, "Just wait, you'll be the one getting kicked next."

Ouyang Ke: "..."

Wanyan Honglie looked around, searching for Bao Xiruo's figure.

The next second.

Wanyan Honglie's eyes were about to split with rage.

He saw Bao Xiruo.

But she was clinging affectionately to a middle-aged man, even using a silk handkerchief to wipe the dirt from the man's face.

Bao Xiruo's face was overflowing with happiness—an expression Wanyan Honglie had never seen in eighteen years.

The scene was so stimulating that Wanyan Honglie trembled all over, nearly falling from his warhorse.

"Father!"

Wanyan Kang reached out in time to steady Wanyan Honglie's arm.

"I'm fine."

Wanyan Honglie took a deep breath and steadied his emotions.

Wanyan Kang looked suspiciously at his father, only to see his eyes were blood-red, like a man-eating wolf.

Wanyan Kang was greatly shocked.

"Young Prince, is that the Princess?"

Ouyang Ke glanced from afar, saw the exact same scene, and pointed forward in shock.

Wanyan Kang looked in the direction Ouyang Ke was pointing and immediately flew into a rage, "Damn dog thief, how dare you insult my mother like this!"

While cursing "Die, dog thief," he used his lightness skill to charge toward Yang Tiexin.

In his anger, Wanyan Kang even ignored Chu Yang's presence.

Chu Yang silently extended a foot and tripped the charging Wanyan Kang, who went flying and tumbled until he landed right in front of Yang Tiexin and Bao Xiruo.

Kneeling on both knees.

Looking at that posture, one would think he was some dutiful son paying respects to his father on his birthday.

Chu Yang nodded, "The young man is quite filial."

Yang Tiexin also had a flattered expression and hurriedly reached out to help Wanyan Kang up, muttering, "Although you and I haven't met for eighteen years, your filial heart truly brings comfort to this father."

Wanyan Kang was so angry his hair stood on end; he pulled a dagger from his robes and stabbed it toward Yang Tiexin's chest.

In a flash, Chu Yang used wandless magic to cast a Disarming Charm at the dagger in Wanyan Kang's hand. Suddenly, the dagger flew out of his hand and dropped to the ground nearby.

Wanyan Kang looked at his empty hand, suddenly doubting his life.

And Yang Tiexin, seeing his son actually wanted to stab him, immediately said with a broken heart, "Kang'er, I am your father!"

Wanyan Kang was so angry his veins were bulging, and he cursed, "I'm your grandfather!"

"Are we counting generations separately?" Chu Yang turned to look at Mu Nianci and clicked his tongue in wonder, "Your family's hierarchy is quite messy..."

Mu Nianci: "..."

Bao Xiruo stepped forward to hug Wanyan Kang, her eyes filled with tears as she said, "Kang'er, he really is your father."

Hearing his mother say this herself, Wanyan Kang was struck as if by lightning and froze completely.

Seeing his wife and child of eighteen years preparing to place a cuckold's hat on his head, Wanyan Honglie could no longer sit still.

He ordered a large number of Jin soldiers to surround Chu Yang and the others.

Interrupting what Bao Xiruo was about to say next.

Chu Yang looked at the surrounding Jin soldiers; this scene had happened just half an incense stick of time ago—it was unusually familiar.

"Sure enough, the only lesson humans can learn from history is that humans cannot learn any lessons from history."

Chu Yang shook his head helplessly.

Unlike Wanyan Kang, Wanyan Honglie did not rashly order the Jin soldiers to attack; instead, surrounded by a group of martial arts experts, he rode his horse to Chu Yang's front.

Guo Jing and Huang Rong were also brought over.

"Presumably, you are the expert Kang'er spoke of. Today, I will give you some face; you used my wife and child as leverage, and I will not hold it against you. I have brought the people you wanted, so please give me some face as well."

Wanyan Honglie rode his tall horse, and his words were polite enough, though his voice was icy cold.

Ouyang Ke first pushed Guo Jing out from the crowd.

Seeing him, Chu Yang couldn't help but be a bit surprised; he hadn't expected this guy to be locked in the Zhao Prince's residence, nor had he expected them to meet here.

Recognition aside, Chu Yang had no intention of saving him from fire and water, so he shook his head, "It's not him."

Ouyang Ke's expression tightened, and he subconsciously looked at Huang Rong.

A look of hesitation flashed across Wanyan Honglie's face.

Ever since Ouyang Ke explained Huang Rong's background, his desire not to hand her over had grown stronger.

If things could develop as Ouyang Ke said, with West Poison Ouyang Feng and East Heretic Huang Yaoshi becoming in-laws, and both being used by the Zhao Prince's residence, it would be most advantageous for him.

"Would you like to take another careful look? Besides him, my Zhao Prince's residence has no other outsiders!"

Wanyan Honglie said, putting on a show.

"Would the Prince like to think about it carefully? If the Zhao Prince's residence cannot produce a second person besides him, then I'm afraid the Prince will find it very difficult to walk out of this street today..."

Chu Yang stood with one hand behind his back and the other on his abdomen, smiling politely.

Once these words were spoken, the atmosphere between the two sides immediately became murderous.

Being threatened in front of so many people, even if Wanyan Honglie had a good temperament, he was furious at this moment.

Meanwhile, Huang Rong in the crowd didn't know Chu Yang was looking for her. She stared blankly at the former tutor confronting the army of thousands all by himself, his momentum not losing out in the slightest.

"This guy Chu is actually an expert? He dared to hide such a big thing from me. I'll definitely make him pay when we get back!"

Huang Rong was full of jealousy and angrily clenched her small fists.

Just at this moment.

"How dare you be so rude, you madman!"

Peng Lianhu and Sha Tongtian flew up simultaneously, attacking Chu Yang! They didn't believe for a second that the Chu Yang Wanyan Kang described was that formidable.

Peng Lianhu's weapon was a pair of iron judge pens, while Sha Tongtian's weapon was a dark, gleaming iron oar.

Neither of their weapons were mainstream, making them easy to recognize.

Peng Lianhu and Sha Tongtian attacked in tandem, one using the judge pens to strike at Chu Yang's lower body, while the other used the iron oar to sweep at Chu Yang's neck.

"Clearly two murderous bandits, yet you take on names like 'Thousand-Hand Man-Butcher' and 'Ghost Gate Dragon King.' It's truly like gilding a dung bucket."

Chu Yang sneered. His Observation Haki had long since predicted their attack paths. He reached out, grabbed the iron oar and the judge pens, and with a slight exertion, snapped their prized weapons in two.

Then, Chu Yang kicked them both, sending them flying back to the front of Wanyan Honglie's horse.

Peng Lianhu and Sha Tongtian's chest bones shattered, and they vomited blood simultaneously, clearly on the verge of death.

In just a single encounter, two of the Zhao Prince's residence's so-called five great experts were severely injured by Chu Yang.

Looking at the dying Peng Lianhu and Sha Tongtian, Wanyan Honglie's heart skipped a beat.

He really is an expert!

Wanyan Honglie took a deep breath, cupped his hands, and said, "May I ask for your honorable name?"

Chu Yang replied indifferently, "My surname is Chu."

Wanyan Honglie kept searching his memory for any expert in the martial arts world with the surname Chu who was also this young; such a person could not be a nobody.

But after thinking for a long time, he had no clue.

Thirsting for talent, Wanyan Honglie took the initiative to lower his posture. He dismounted, ignoring his guards' attempts to stop him, walked out of the military formation, and asked loudly, "May I ask where you are employed, Mr. Chu?"

Chu Yang curled his lip and bluffed, "358th Regiment..."

"Ah?" Wanyan Honglie was a bit confused; he had never heard of any 358th Regiment.

The clever Huang Rong knew immediately that Chu Yang was teasing this Jin Prince and couldn't help but laugh out loud. Her laughter was particularly conspicuous in the silent army.

Chu Yang heard the laughter, and he was certain it was Xiao Huang's voice.

He had told Xiao Huang about the *Drawing Sword* reference when they were in the small Southern Song town, and she particularly liked the line, "When two armies meet on a narrow path, the brave one wins."

Confirming that Xiao Huang was here, Chu Yang felt much more relaxed; he had been afraid that after making such a big scene, it would all be in vain.

"Prince Zhao, you keep saying there are no other outsiders in the Zhao Prince's residence, yet just now, I clearly heard a friend's laughter."

"You are a dignified Prince, yet you lie at your age?"

Chu Yang looked at Wanyan Honglie with disdain.

Wanyan Honglie coughed twice, knowing he was in the wrong, and could only signal Ouyang Ke to release Huang Rong.

Ouyang Ke also felt a bit insecure. He was confident he could defeat the other four experts, but he couldn't do what Chu Yang did—taking out Peng Lianhu and Sha Tongtian in a single round while facing two opponents.

Adding in the now-deceased Lingzhi Shangren and Liang Ziwen, he was the only one left of the former five great experts.

In urban street fighting, the military formation couldn't fully utilize its advantages.

Without experts to assist, and with Chu Yang holding both the timing and the terrain, Ouyang Ke felt he might really be able to withstand the Jin soldiers.

"I'll take a step back for now. When my uncle arrives, I'll ask him to deal with this scholar."

Ouyang Ke was still calculating in his heart when Huang Rong stepped out of the military formation. Even when he realized it, he didn't dare to stop her.

Chu Yang waited for a while, but instead of the little beggar from his memory, he saw a pretty, cute, and graceful young girl—though she looked somewhat familiar.

"Holy crap!"

Chu Yang gasped, then pointed angrily at Wanyan Honglie and cursed, "You old bastard, you have quite the perverted hobby, actually making my brother dress in women's clothes! Brother, I'm sorry, I came late. They didn't do anything weird to you, did they..."

Being inexplicably cursed at in front of so many Jin soldiers.

The aggrieved Wanyan Honglie's face turned red, and he nearly had a cerebral hemorrhage.

Huang Rong stomped her feet in anger, regretting that she shouldn't have joked with Chu Yang; the other party had already firmly believed in his heart that she was a boy with a different orientation.

The key issue was that Chu Yang had seen too many boys on the internet who dressed up better than girls, so he subconsciously took her for a cross-dresser.

"I'm a girl!" Huang Rong shouted, both shy and angry.

"I said I don't discriminate..." Chu Yang paused for a moment and asked blankly, "Are you talking about the physiological level or the psychological level?"

Only Huang Rong understood the terms Chu Yang used. She bit her lip, her face flushed red, and said, "Physiological level..."

Now it was Chu Yang's turn to be caught off guard.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to ease the awkward atmosphere.

Just a moment ago he was calling her brother, and now, in the blink of an eye, brother became sister. It was so sudden...

Chu Yang felt this plot was a bit familiar; had he seen it somewhere before? Huang Rong walked to the middle of the road, not forgetting to push Guo Jing, whispering, "What are you standing there for? Come with me! Do you want to go back to the Prince's dungeon?"

Guo Jing then foolishly walked to Chu Yang's side with Huang Rong.

Angry as she was, Huang Rong still naturally leaned against Chu Yang, but the latter quietly moved a small step away.

Huang Rong had sharp eyes and noticed Chu Yang's movement. Her originally cute little face instantly turned ferocious, and she said indignantly, "Little Chu, what do you mean by that?!"

Chu Yang glanced at her and said sheepishly, "You're too close to me; I'm not used to it."

Huang Rong gritted her teeth and said, "When we were in Southern Song, you hugged my shoulders, touched my head, pinched my cheeks, put your arm around my neck, patted my... and now you tell me you're not used to it?"

Chu Yang said righteously, "It's different; back then you were my brother."

Huang Rong looked at him coldly, "And now?"

Chu Yang said sincerely, "We're all good sisters!"

Huang Rong looked Chu Yang up and down with a murderous gaze. Chu Yang coughed, slapped his right hand with his left, and scolded, "Look at you being naughty, now you've caused trouble!"

Huang Rong sighed softly; she suddenly felt her head ache.

"But then again, why did you bring this thing back?" Chu Yang asked, pointing at the dazed Guo Jing.

"That Ouyang Ke's look at Guo Jing just now wasn't right. If this kid goes back, something will definitely happen. It's better to save his life; consider it accumulating merit for yourself," Huang Rong replied.

Guo Jing?

Chu Yang looked in surprise at the silly kid who had almost gotten him killed.

He was actually Guo Jing!

"How could he be..."

Chu Yang was just about to retort when he suddenly had a second thought—Guo Jing was indeed a fool.

Huang Rong thought Chu Yang was still angry, so she put on a cute smile and said softly, "Oh, Big Brother Chu, I know this fool caused you trouble, but with your skills, isn't dealing with small characters like Hou Tonghai and the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River a piece of cake?"

"You should be the bigger person and not hold a grudge against a small person..."

Chu Yang hurriedly waved his hand, "Wait, let me sort this out."

Guo Jing, Hou Tonghai, the Four Ghosts of the Yellow River, and a cross-dressing Xiao Huang—the plot was becoming more and more familiar.

Chu Yang hesitated, "What is your full name?"

Huang Rong tilted her head and said, "My name is Huang Rong. Didn't I tell you?"

Chu Yang closed his eyes and took a deep breath. *I woke up from a deathbed illness, and Guo Jing is actually me! Damn it, I actually hijacked Guo Jing's role. When I watched TV before, I always thought Guo Jing was brain-damaged for mistaking such a beautiful girl for a brother. *

*Good heavens, now the brain damage has transferred to me... *

Chu Yang and Huang Rong were chatting enthusiastically, leaving Wanyan Honglie aside in front of nearly ten thousand Jin soldiers, which made the latter very embarrassed.

Wanyan Honglie had to speak up to interrupt their conversation, "Mr. Chu, I have already given you the people you wanted. May I ask if you can return my wife and child?"

Chu Yang nodded, "Prince Zhao, rest assured. I am a person who values credibility most; no problem."

Yang Tiexin and his wife behind them trembled violently upon hearing this.

Their complexions turned pale, and they looked at Chu Yang in disbelief.

Mu Nianci stared at Chu Yang, furious.

Her foster parents had stayed behind to help him regardless of the danger, only to receive this kind of reward.

She gritted her teeth and cursed at Chu Yang, "Shameless villain!"

At her curse, Huang Rong was not happy. She bared her little canine teeth and said angrily, "Who are you scolding? Be careful or I'll sew your mouth shut!"

Mu Nianci snorted coldly, not taking Huang Rong seriously.

Huang Rong narrowed her eyes and looked Mu Nianci up and down.

The grudge between the two sides seemed to have been formed at this moment.

On the other side.

Receiving Chu Yang's affirmative answer, Wanyan Honglie was instantly overjoyed. He laughed, "Mr. Chu is truly a hero; a word once spoken cannot be overtaken by a team of four horses."

Chu Yang nodded with satisfaction, turned around, and smiled at Huang Rong, "Although this old bastard is a pervert, his eye for people is not bad."

Wanyan Honglie: "..."

Huang Rong whispered a reminder, "Don't forget those 'gilded dung bucket' experts of his."

Chu Yang immediately stopped smiling and shook his head, "Just pretend I didn't say what I just said."

Wanyan Honglie's mouth twitched, and his breathing became much more rapid.

If he didn't leave quickly, he would be angered to death by this man surnamed Chu.

And that stinky girl surnamed Huang!

"Xiruo, bring Kang'er back quickly. I will pretend today's events never happened!"

In order to win back his wife, the anxious Wanyan Honglie said in a tone that was almost pleading.

However...

Bao Xiruo shook her head firmly.

At this moment, she still did not know that the tragedy at Niu Village eighteen years ago was orchestrated by Wanyan Honglie, and she still felt a bit of guilt toward him.

After all, for so many years, Wanyan Honglie had pampered her to the extreme, never taking a concubine for eighteen years, and even knowing Wanyan Kang was not his own son, he still treated him as his own, allowing her to enjoy wealth and glory.

Whether in material or emotional terms, Wanyan Honglie had not failed this mother and son.

Therefore, Bao Xiruo's eyes were full of apology as she slowly shook her head and said, "Prince, you have always known that I was thinking of my husband who passed away eighteen years ago, which is why you built a Niu Village for me in the vast Prince's residence."

"Now that I know my husband did not pass away, I must leave with him. I hope the Prince can fulfill our wish as a couple."

Every word of Bao Xiruo was like a knife, stabbing fiercely into Wanyan Honglie's heart.

Wanyan Honglie's eyes widened in anger, "How can you be so sure he is your husband? Yang Tiexin died eighteen years ago!"

Bao Xiruo, with a sorrowful expression, said firmly, "He is my husband; I recognize every part of him!"

Hearing this, Wanyan Honglie, consumed by anger, actually vomited blood and fell backward. Ouyang Ke was quick-witted and supported his back.

Chu Yang looked at Bao Xiruo and exclaimed, "She's a ruthless person."

At this time, the stunned Wanyan Kang finally came to his senses, got up, grabbed Bao Xiruo's arm, and said in a deep voice, "I am the Young Prince of the Jin Kingdom, and my father is Prince Zhao Wanyan Honglie. I don't know any Yang Tiexin, and my name is not Yang Kang."

His tone became increasingly cold, "Mother, you must have been deceived by this person. How could someone who died eighteen years ago appear safe and sound today?"

Bao Xiruo looked at her son in disbelief; at this moment, Wanyan Kang was so strange in her eyes.

Wanyan Kang kept rambling, not noticing his mother's expression at all.

Until a loud slap landed on his face.

*Smack!!! * Wanyan Kang covered his face, looking at his mother in shock. For eighteen years, his mother had never dealt him such a heavy blow.

Yang Tiexin and Wanyan Honglie were also very shocked; they both understood Bao Xiruo's character well. If she hadn't been angry to the extreme, she would never have done this.

After this slap, Wanyan Kang became completely quiet.

At the same time, Bao Xiruo took a few steps forward, looking directly at Wanyan Honglie, "Prince Zhao, Bao Xiruo cannot repay the kindness of these eighteen years, but if you want to break up our couple, I would rather die than comply!"

Wanyan Honglie's gaze was gloomy as he whispered, "My patience is limited. If you continue like this, everyone here will be buried with you!"

Chu Yang asked back with a dissatisfied expression, "Everyone?"

Wanyan Honglie's eyelids twitched.

Oh no!

Forgot this disaster star was still here.

A fake, awkward smile appeared on Wanyan Honglie's mouth, "Mr. Chu is naturally not included. However, since you have already found your soulmate, can you leave now? What follows is my family business."

The phrase "soulmate" caused Huang Rong's fair, tender face to blush.

Chu Yang smiled, "Tsk tsk, is it against the law to walk slowly?"

Wanyan Honglie felt like he was having a heart attack and decided not to bother with Chu Yang anymore, directly ordering the Jin soldiers to surround Yang Tiexin.

The Jin soldiers were like a flood, but when they passed Chu Yang, they naturally detoured around him, as if they had encountered a reef.

"Kang'er, so what if you aren't my biological son? As long as I acknowledge you as my son for one day, you will always be the Young Prince of the Jin Kingdom, Wanyan Kang!"

Wanyan Honglie mounted his horse and said loudly, "Kang'er, bring your mother back!"

Wanyan Kang's body shook, and his eyes regained their luster. In fact, what hit him hardest wasn't becoming Yang Tiexin's son, but that he couldn't be Wanyan Honglie's son.

Looking at the increasing number of Jin soldiers, Yang Tiexin held his long spear, shielding his wife and daughter behind him.

"Kang'er!"

Yang Tiexin shouted, attempting to awaken Wanyan Kang's conscience.

Who knew that this shout would instead provoke Wanyan Kang's anger, and the latter attacked directly.

The two immediately staged a battle between father and son.

Bao Xiruo felt heartbroken at the sight.

In terms of martial arts, Yang Tiexin was no match for Wanyan Kang at all.

Chu Yang did not intervene to stop Wanyan Kang this time, but Guo Jing beside him was restless.

"What are you doing?"

Chu Yang rolled his eyes at him.

"Chu... Big Brother, this Uncle Yang might be an old friend of my parents; I cannot stand by and watch."

Dull as he was, Guo Jing always remembered what his mother Li Ping had told him about the relationship between the Guo and Yang families, and he had come to the Central Plains from Mongolia this time to complete the martial arts competition with Wanyan Kang.

Chu Yang nodded, "Then go ahead. If anything happens to you, I'll help collect your corpse."

Guo Jing cupped his hands, "Thank you, Big Brother Chu!"

Chu Yang paused.

No way, he's thanking me for that?

After saying this, Guo Jing leaped and killed toward Wanyan Kang. Unfortunately, Guo Jing hadn't had the chance to drink snake blood, so his martial arts were still the same. Far from helping, he was beaten by Wanyan Kang until he vomited blood in just a few moves.

Huang Rong whispered in Chu Yang's ear, "Little Chu, when are you going to intervene? If you keep playing around, something will really go wrong."

Chu Yang asked strangely, "What makes you so sure I will intervene?"

Huang Rong said with disdain, "Come on, who in the ten miles and eight villages doesn't know you, the great philanthropist Chu? All the beggars in the city are fed until they're plump and fat by you..."

Chu Yang said, "Goodwill and principles are two different things. My principle is that one cannot go back on their word."

While they were talking, both Yang Tiexin and Guo Jing were subdued by Wanyan Kang, but neither was in life-threatening danger.

At the critical moment, he still didn't dare to strike the man who might be his biological father.

Bao Xiruo breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next moment, Wanyan Kang grabbed her hand and dragged her toward Wanyan Honglie.

Yang Tiexin's desperate cries and Bao Xiruo's tear-filled face could not move Wanyan Kang's heart of stone.

Just as Wanyan Honglie was triumphantly about to take Bao Xiruo away.

Chu Yang suddenly asked, "May I ask Prince Zhao, is the agreement between you and me settled?"

Wanyan Honglie laughed, "I have taken my wife and child away; the agreement between me and you is naturally fulfilled and completely settled."

Huang Rong seemed to have guessed what Chu Yang wanted to say in advance and suddenly giggled.

"Since it's settled, what Chu is about to do next has nothing to do with the previous agreement," Chu Yang smiled slightly.

A bad premonition suddenly arose in Wanyan Honglie's heart.

Chu Yang brushed his sleeves, looking polite, and then spoke.

"This is a robbery! Hand over your wife and child to me!"

A dignified Prince of the Jin Kingdom was being teased again and again by an unknown scholar today. Even if Wanyan Honglie knew how to endure and weigh options, and had a large capacity for tolerance, he was now annoyed and furious.

This is intolerable! "I thirst for talent and respect you as a man of virtue, which is why I have retreated in every way. Have you forgotten that this is Yanjing City, the Jin Kingdom!"

Wanyan Honglie shouted angrily, and a large number of Jin soldiers swarmed up, surrounding Chu Yang and the others tightly.

Unlike the all-melee soldiers from before, Wanyan Honglie brought many archers to the rear, while the front row was composed of a combination of sword-and-shield soldiers and spearmen.

This was the most common battlefield formation.

So many Jin soldiers made Huang Rong, who had just been laughing her head off, nervous. She held Chu Yang's arm tightly and whispered, "Little Chu, are you really sure you can deal with them?"

Chu Yang rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Now you know fear? Just a moment ago, you were the one laughing the loudest."

Huang Rong was very dissatisfied with Chu Yang's attitude and pouted, glaring at him angrily.

Yang Tiexin, Mu Nianci, and Guo Jing also walked to Chu Yang's side immediately.

Seeing the targets gathered together, Wanyan Honglie didn't let the melee soldiers go up to test Chu Yang's strength, but decisively ordered, "Fire arrows!"

A flash of appreciation crossed Chu Yang's eyes. This man was worthy of being an ambitious hero who had experienced many battles; he didn't give him any chance and chose the safest way to end this battle.

All archers fired at the same time.

*Whoosh~ whoosh~ whoosh~* The black mass of arrows was like a curtain of rain.

Seeing this, Bao Xiruo had already fainted from crying on Wanyan Honglie's horse.

Wanyan Kang mounted his horse but kept his head down, not daring to look at where the arrows were falling. He secretly glanced at Yang Tiexin from the corner of his eye, his hands gripping the reins trembling slightly, his face pale.

The sound of the arrows breaking through the air reached Huang Rong's ears clearly. Even if she wanted to use her light-body technique to escape now, it was too late. She could only close her eyes, her hands still gripping Chu Yang's clothes tightly.

Yang Tiexin, Mu Nianci, and Guo Jing also showed despair, their bodies trembling involuntarily.

Yang Tiexin looked at Bao Xiruo with deep affection one last time.

Everyone thought Chu Yang and the others would die.

At the critical moment, Wanyan Honglie suddenly saw Chu Yang put his hands together and clap lightly. Instantly, thick trees and vines rose from the ground.

These trees formed a solid defensive barrier, successfully blocking all the rain-like arrows.

Everyone was unharmed.

After a brief moment of stagnation, the expressions on Yang Tiexin and the others' faces changed from despair to ecstasy!

At the same time, Wanyan Honglie and nearly ten thousand elite Jin soldiers were left with the same terrified faces! Wanyan Honglie shouted, "This is not martial arts, this is sorcery! This person... is a demon!"

Wanyan Kang was so scared that his liver and gallbladder were split; he fell off his horse and tumbled heavily to the ground.

Ouyang Ke's face was bloodless, his legs weak. He no longer had any thoughts of asking his uncle Ouyang Feng to help him settle the score.

Forget about it!

He just wanted to run away now and never encounter Chu Yang again in this life! The unknown fear was the most severe, especially when such godlike abilities were displayed in front of the ancients, which was a nearly devastating blow to their psychological level.

Most of the Jin soldiers instantly lost their will to fight and subconsciously retreated, their eyes filled with awe as they looked at Chu Yang.

Whether the scholar in front of them was a demon or an immortal, in short, he was not a mortal.

Since he was not a mortal, how could we flesh-and-blood beings win?

This was the real thought of most Jin soldiers at this moment.

Chu Yang glanced at Huang Rong, who was hugging him with all her might, and couldn't help but tease, "Wake up, open your eyes, we've arrived at the underworld!"

Hearing the word "underworld," Huang Rong was scared out of her wits. She hurriedly opened her eyes and looked at Chu Yang, asking, "We're here so fast? Why don't I feel anything?"

Chu Yang asked strangely, "What kind of feeling do you want? Being pierced by ten thousand arrows before death?"

Hearing the words "pierced by ten thousand arrows," Huang Rong's scalp went numb.

She suddenly felt as if her body had been pierced with countless thumb-sized holes by arrows.

She pouted, tears dripping down, "I'm only 15 years old; there are so many fun, delicious, and beautiful things I haven't had a chance to try yet."

Chu Yang stroked her head and comforted, "It's okay, just be careful in your next life."

Huang Rong couldn't hold it anymore and burst into tears.

Chu Yang laughed from ear to ear.

"Miss Huang, Big Brother Chu is joking with you; we're not dead."

Guo Jing foolishly leaned over to explain.

"Ah?"

Huang Rong stopped, looked around, and realized she had been teased by Chu Yang. She had been too nervous just now and accidentally fell for it.

Huang Rong, who prided herself on being clever, couldn't imagine that one day she would be fooled by such a clumsy little trick.

She immediately glared at Chu Yang with indignation.

Chu Yang didn't want to touch her bad side, so he turned around first and then walked slowly toward Wanyan Honglie.

Every step he took, the army in front retreated a step in unison.

Wanyan Honglie knew that retreating like this was not a solution, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "Mr. Chu, the conflict between you and me is all because of your soulmate, but she wasn't kidnapped into the residence by me. Every debt has its debtor; why force me so hard?"

Ouyang Ke cursed silently. Wanyan Honglie's words were clearly meant to distance himself and let him take the blame.

Therefore, he flew up without hesitation and used his light-body technique to run along the rooftops.

"Big Brother Chu, catch him! I still have the poison he gave me on me!"

Huang Rong couldn't care about being angry and reminded Chu Yang anxiously.

If it were just ordinary poison, Huang Rong could solve it herself, but Ouyang Ke used a poison carefully prepared by West Poison Ouyang Feng, and only he had the antidote.

Hearing this, Chu Yang also flew up.

Ouyang Ke's light-body technique was exquisite, personally taught by Ouyang Feng, which Wanyan Honglie had witnessed and praised.

But compared to Chu Yang, he was as slow as a drifting hot air balloon.

Chu Yang flew past Ouyang Ke with a *whoosh*, like a fighter jet with the throttle wide open.

"What just passed by?"

Ouyang Ke looked blank.

Before he could react, he was kicked back from the roof by Chu Yang. When he landed, everyone around heard a clear sound of bone cracking from his body.

The severe pain from his waist made Ouyang Ke almost faint.

Gradually, his lower body became numb.

Huang Rong walked over and scolded, "Ouyang Ke, hand over the antidote!"

Ouyang Ke didn't dare to delay; he hurriedly found a bottle of pills from his pocket and handed it to Huang Rong.

Huang Rong took the pills, but who knew that the next second, she would kick Ouyang Ke's waist fiercely.

"I said I was going to give you a kick!"

(End of chapter)