The atmosphere remained tense.
Ji Ran had been taunting verbally but had not made a move. She wanted this farce to be seen as an invitation for Chu Xianning to spar rather than her directly attacking Chu Xianning within the Northern Region Imperial City. Otherwise, the matter would escalate from a personal feud between two individuals to a conflict between the Eastern and Northern Regions.
However, Chu Xianning did not accept the challenge, acting like a turtle hiding its head. She stood quietly, gazing at Ji Ran with her icy eyes, which seemed to hold a hint of mockery.
“My Master is known throughout the realm for her purity and chastity. You, on the other hand, are like a slut who has been ridden by thousands, your body reeks to the point of overflowing with a fishy smell. I don’t know how many men’s foul-smelling things you consumed last night, your mouth is so stinky it’s almost drifting over.”
Jiang Huai said this while fanning the air in front of him, acting as if he couldn’t bear the smell.
“Are all of you in the Northern Region filled with maggots in your brains? The previous princes also died due to their own stupidity and ignorance. As expected, the previous generation was mentally retarded and feeble-minded, and the next generation is also mentally retarded and feeble-minded. Dog-headed creatures can only give birth to more dog-headed creatures. No wonder they are short-lived.”
“Why are you glaring like that? Can’t breathe? Why are you trembling? Oh, wait, looking at your fishy-smelling body, you really are like a bitch dog. It’s understandable that you’d get excited after being cursed a few times. What, you want to attack me? I am a participant in this Five Regions Grand Competition. If you dare to attack me, you’ll be breaking the rules. Do you want to instigate a war between the two regions? Don’t you think about whether you, a prince without real power, have the qualifications? Even if your Emperor herself came, if she doesn’t apologize today, you will die here.”
Ji Ran had tried to interject several times but was controlled by Jiang Huai’s rapid speech, rendering her unable to utter a single word. The atmosphere, which had been somewhat solemn, became subtly tense again with the uncontrollable laughter from Luo Yueguan and Su Qingyi.
“I have already humiliated you this much, yet you only dare to stand there trembling with anger and dare not attack me. It’s quite amusing. What’s the point of being at the Eighth Level of Mahayana? You’re still like a turtle, only daring to shrink your little head into your shell. What is the sword in your hand for? You even dare to casually humiliate me, a mere Seventh Realm Fourth Level cultivator. Or perhaps these few words have awakened the subservience in your bones, and you can’t wait to kneel down? Speechless?”
“Shut up!”
Unexpectedly, this sentence did not come from Ji Ran but from a young man in magnificent robes who emerged from the crowd. He looked slightly older than Jiang Huai, and the python robe he wore was somewhat familiar to Jiang Huai. This was the attire of a Northern Region prince. Jiang Huai immediately looked at him and sneered, “Which prince of the Northern Region are you?”
“I am Crown Prince Ji Huan!”
“What a coincidence,” Jiang Huai suddenly chuckled, looking at Ji Huan. “Your elders are afraid of provoking a war and dare not attack me, but we are of the same generation. If we were to spar, it would be reasonable. Do you want to apologize for her previous remarks, or do you want to have a sword discussion with me and then be beaten into a pig’s head?”
Ji Qingxuan glanced at Jiang Huai at that moment and couldn’t help but curl her lips.
She was accustomed to Jiang Huai’s gentlemanly demeanor. Seeing him now, acting like a scoundrel with a hint of wickedness, was something she rarely witnessed. Although his words were unpleasant, he had not lost his reason due to anger. He had cornered Ji Ran, knowing she couldn’t attack him within the rules. As for Ji Huan, perhaps in Ji Ran’s eyes, he had arrived at the right time, but unfortunately, in Jiang Huai’s eyes, that was also the case.
If you can’t fight the old, you can start with the young.
Ji Huan’s expression turned extremely cold. A black longsword appeared in his hand, its blade ignited with red lotus evil fire. Instantly, his cultivation level was revealed, Eighth Level of Mahayana, for all to see.
“Don’t say I’m bullying you. Since your tongue is so sharp, when I carve it out, I hope you can still speak as clearly as you do now.”
“Within three moves, if I don’t cut off your tongue, I’ll twist my head off for you, how about that?” Jiang Huai’s eyeballs became incredibly sharp in an instant. The spiritual energy within his body boiled. The biting cold transformed into a domain. He did not reveal his bloodline true form, but his bloodline power was already boiling within his body, and his aura began to soar. The next moment, Ji Huan suddenly saw a world full of wind and snow, and Jiang Huai’s figure disappeared within it.
When he activated his soul perception, he suddenly realized that in this sudden icy and snowy world, every snowflake seemed to be Jiang Huai’s figure. He couldn’t discern him. He tried to sense the trajectory of the wind, but even the wind’s trajectory was wrong. The moment he came back to his senses, Jiang Huai had already struck his lower abdomen with his first sword. Although spirits gathered in his body, blocking the power of this sword, Ji Huan’s face turned incredibly pale in an instant, his features contorted.
In the next moment, countless wind and snow seemed to transform into his figure. Streaks of sword light flashed around Ji Huan. Each sword strike made his senses blur. For a moment of stiffness, the next sword strike arrived. The countless sword lights shattered his spiritual energy shield. Even though he had ignited his sea of Qi and attempted to counter, he was powerless, as if he were a toy being wantonly humiliated.
At the end of this move, Ji Huan was suddenly stunned. He suddenly guessed the trajectory of Jiang Huai’s next sword strike. It was precisely at this moment that Jiang Huai’s left fist struck his jaw. This punch seemed to possess the power to shatter mountains, causing his entire jaw to fracture. Jiang Huai’s sword blade then moved, a flick of his wrist.
When Jiang Huai retreated, his sword tip was dripping with half of a tongue. He silently stared at the other man, “Three moves.”
Ji Huan’s screams echoed through the entire street in an instant.
Jiang Huai also heard the system’s completion notification. Three high-level Experience Scrolls had been obtained.
He rarely had opportunities to show off in front of others, but it seemed the system always sent him missions. However, most of the time, the rewards were completely free because he never fought battles he wasn’t sure of winning. These three moves had actually consumed sixty percent of his spiritual energy, but it was enough. With that final sword strike, he could have taken Ji Huan’s life, or at the very least, severely wounded him to the brink of death.
“Ignorant junior, you are seeking death!”
At this moment, Crown Prince Ji Huan’s tongue tip had been severed by Jiang Huai. Ji Ran naturally couldn’t just stand by. With almost a single step, she stepped forward, attempting to attack. Luo Yueguan, who was already prepared, had not even made a move to protect Jiang Huai yet when a figure in a white robe stood firmly in front of Jiang Huai.
“Retreat.”
Ji Nianchen said calmly.
Jiang Huai sheathed his sword, stretched leisurely, and said softly, “Thank you for your assistance, Senior Ji.”
This was, of course, the reason Jiang Huai dared to be so reckless and fearless. As soon as he arrived at the scene, Jiang Huai had requested Ji Qingxuan to call her father for help, in exchange for him obediently being at the bottom next time, with his hands tied up by Ji Qingxuan, not allowed to grab Ji Qingxuan’s waist and press down.
“Ji Nianchen!” Ji Ran, who had been forced back by this sword strike, roared, “This has nothing to do with you! Why do you have to interfere?!”
Ji Nianchen said calmly, “Since I am here today, you cannot make a move.”
“Do you really think my Northern Region has no one?!”
In almost an instant, streams of light flew from within the Northern Region Imperial City. A host of Northern Region princes and consecrated masters stood beside Ji Ran. They formed Daoist magic and constructed a spirit array, their terrifying demonic energy seeming to darken the sky.
The group of people’s brows were all cold, their killing intent palpable.
Ji Nianchen’s expression did not show any signs of seriousness. He simply said calmly, “Perhaps if you had informed the Demon Empress who you intended to attack today, you might have had a chance to beg for mercy earlier and survive. Otherwise, the Demon Empress herself would not forgive you lightly.”
Ji Nianchen had personally witnessed the senior named Jiang Zhi in action. He had also overheard the warning Jiang Zhi gave to the Demon Empress of the Northern Region. Now, in this farce, Ji Ran was the pitiful one who was kept in the dark.
Unfortunately, it seemed that Ji Ran, blinded by anger, had not heard Ji Nianchen’s somewhat unreasonable words. With the princes arrayed beside her, she naturally felt confident. “Is the Central Province going to fall out with my Northern Region because of the Eastern Region? Today, I will make the cries of this junior from the Eastern Region echo throughout the entire Northern Region Imperial City!”
The Northern Region prince Ji Huan, who had been holding his sword moments ago, was now covering his lips, blood dripping from between his fingers. He looked even more pitiful, as if Jiang Huai were the villain.
Ji Nianchen suddenly found it somewhat amusing and couldn’t help but chuckle. But a moment later, sensing two more auras, he was slightly taken aback.
Two more streams of light descended from afar, transforming into human forms upon landing. They stood on either side of Jiang Huai. This time, Jiang Huai was slightly surprised. He looked at Bai Jin, clad in a black palace dress, and Su Qiang, in a white long dress.
Two Ninth Realm Monster Cultivators, the rulers of the Monster Clan, stood beside Jiang Huai.
Bai Jin raised her eyes, her crimson vertical pupils filled with chilling killing intent. “Who dares to lay a hand on my son-in-law?”
Su Qiang thought for a moment, then repeated like a recording device, “He is also my son-in-law.”
Su Qingyi, on the side, didn’t blush at all. She wagged her fox tail, contemplating whether this meant Jiang Huai owed her another favor and she could pester Jiang Huai into making delicious food again.
This time, it was Ji Nianchen who wore a strange expression.
Ji Qingxuan was also surprised. She had indeed expected this guy to be good at seducing women, but who would have thought he had already seduced the two eldest princesses of the Monster Clan? Now that these two Ninth Realm mothers-in-law were standing beside him, who would dare to harm him even slightly?
This time, it was Jiang Huai who scratched his head.
“I’m in the right, but why does it look like I’m bullying people with my power now?”
Before Jiang Huai could even say anything, the world suddenly changed. The originally demonic energy-filled sky was now completely devoid of spiritual energy. The originally clear blue sky was suddenly covered by dark clouds, with lightning and thunder within the layers of clouds. In the distance, a sky-obscuring silver dragon, carrying countless bolts of lightning, descended upon the world.
Finally, she transformed into a human form, wearing a black and white maid dress. She unexpectedly crashed into Jiang Huai’s arms, her bare feet with white silk stockings wrapping around his waist, like a pendant.
Jun Anshui’s slender, youthful arms wrapped around Jiang Huai’s neck, her cheek gently rubbing against his neck. Her voice was soft, “Little brother.”
Jiang Huai was dazed. “Why are you here too?”
“Mmm, there’s nothing going on with the Dragon Clan for now… Elder Sister Jiang Zhi said long ago you would be in the Northern Region for the Five Regions Grand Competition, so I came. Why are there so many people here?”
“Mmm… they want to fight me,” Jiang Huai said, pointing his hand at Ji Ran and her group.
Jun Anshui got down from Jiang Huai’s embrace, but the next moment, electricity flashed in her pupils. From her petite loli figure, an aura exploded, causing everyone present to hold their breath.
The Sixth Level of Ninth Realm cultivator alive in this world left no one any room for doubt. Everyone could guess the identity of the person before them.
The current Dragon Emperor, Jun Anshui.
