Published: March 7, 2025
Chapter One Hundred Fifty-Four: Gu Duxing Returns
Suddenly, a sinister voice said, "Chu Imperial Seat does not need disobedient people, nor does his royal highness the crown prince!" Before the words had finished, a shadow fell from the air, and a crown suddenly appeared!
This crown was surprisingly solid!
A sinister mist suddenly enveloped the area, instantly transforming into a gigantic hand that struck down fiercely towards Qu Shaobo's head.
"Master Ying..." Qu Shaobo had just begun to plead for mercy when he was crushed into a puddle of flesh under that massive hand! The incident happened so abruptly that the martial artists coming in response to Chu Yang's order were still mid-air when it was all over.
The giant hand slowly withdrew, returning to the air, transforming back into mist, while a shadow floated within it, saying, "Chu Imperial Seat, the crown prince has said that anyone who disobeys shall be killed!"
Chu Yang smiled and said, "Please tell the crown prince that I understand."
The shadow nodded amidst the mist and suddenly flew away, vanishing without a trace.
This display was a tremendous intimidation! Everyone present looked at Chu Yang with expressions of fear and trepidation.
Chu Yang let out a bitter laugh, inwardly thinking that Tie Butian had truly made a misstep this time, even overstepping the bounds. He could have handled the situation here himself, but Tie Butian's intervention, though well-intentioned, inadvertently undermined his authority.
If he had used his own method to let the people present surround and kill Qu Shaobo, the outcome would have been much better...
Entering the cell, he gazed silently at the curled-up figure inside. One of the prisoners was a death row inmate, already tortured beyond recognition; he had lost the ability to speak. According to Tie Butian's plan, this person was to impersonate Tang Xingsheng. However, Chu Yang felt it was inappropriate...
"This is the best opportunity..." Chu Yang silently assessed the eerie cell, calculating in his mind, "But... pretending here carries too much risk... How can I come up with a win-win solution?"
Furrowing his brow, he pondered for a long time. The others behind him stood quietly, not daring to breathe, fearing they would disrupt his thoughts.
"Recheck and perfect all the traps. Next time I come, if any trap is not up to standard, the one who set it can leave," Chu Yang said as he departed.
Yet, this single comment sent chills through everyone.
In the following days, Chu Yang spent his mornings busily arranging plans to capture Yin Wufa and continued to challenge himself in the afternoons. His diligent efforts began to pay off as Chu Yang's soft water strength gradually started to blend into his techniques.
Although he was still some distance from fully integrating it into his cultivation technique, it was already a significant improvement.
His martial prowess was also continuously rising. In just five or six days, he had already become a martial artist at the third stage. This kind of advancement left Mo Chengyu, a king level expert, utterly astonished!
He had never seen such rapid progress; it was simply monstrous!
Every night, Chu Yang taught Mo Qingwu how to practice her swordplay, pointing out areas for improvement before sharing stories; the two of them, one big and one small, would go from intense training one moment to affectionate closeness the next.
The effects of Chu Yang's hard work were finally showing, as in Mo Qingwu's eyes, Brother Chu Yang was becoming increasingly learned and talented...
No matter the subject, whether heavenly or earthly, ancient or modern, all the fantastical tales and love stories—Brother Chu Yang could narrate them all!
Little Qingwu now admired Brother Chu Yang more and more...
Although he had been somewhat strict with her training, Mo Qingwu, born into a noble family, understood that strength was the only capital that drew admiration! Merely being beautiful was just a beauty that brings disaster...
Thus, she held no grievances.