City God Festival, Princess Qingping

Returning to the Xunyang Marquis Manor, Jiang Wang immediately took out the Golden Elixir left by his father, which had a particularly significant effect in healing injuries.

After telling Xiaoyu to go back to her room to rest, Jiang Wang lay on a rattan chair in his own room, looking at the two remaining Golden Elixirs in his hand, and said, "Does this thing have anything to do with the Golden Elixir you spat out? They look quite similar."

The Night Roaming God sprawled on the table, weakly saying, "How can the Golden Elixir of mere monsters be compared to mine?"

Jiang Wang was very surprised.

If these Golden Elixirs belonged to monsters, how did his father obtain them?

He asked again, "Do all monsters have Golden Elixirs?"

The Night Roaming God flipped over, legs in the air, and scoffed, "What are you thinking? You truly know nothing about this world. Only monsters with deep cultivation can condense Golden Elixirs, and the weakest are far stronger than Wangliang and Luo Yong."

Jiang Wang lamented, "Then the monster Ao Yin must have had a Golden Elixir too? If I had known, I should have taken it then."

Although he still hadn't figured out how powerful the monster Luo Yong was, judging by his direct encounter with the monster Ao Yin, there should have been a significant gap between them.

The two cultivators in green robes had also dealt with Wangliang in the broken alley and fought against the monster Ao Yin. Judging from these circumstances, they were by no means ordinary Martial Artists who could contend with them.

The strongest in the Black Flame Army was Sun Qingya. Even without knowing his specific realm, he was definitely not among the Grandmasters. It was almost impossible to kill a monster with deep cultivation and take its Golden Elixir.

Unless his father himself was very strong.

"Let alone this world, I'm afraid I don't even understand my own family."

Before his Coming of Age ceremony, he had basically never left home. The few times he did, he only wandered around Qixia Street. He had never even left Hun City, so how could he truly know this world?

Jiang Wang looked at the dispirited Night Roaming God lying on the table and asked curiously, "Didn't you say the Divine Kingdom absorbed your power, leaving you only at the level of the monster Ao Yin? But Ao Yin's destructive power wasn't as exaggerated as yours just now?"

The Night Roaming God said irritably, "The Divine Kingdom absorbed my power, but I can borrow some back, albeit at a cost. Don't go out much these days; your arrogance at the Du Family's place is temporarily gone."

Jiang Wang frowned and said, "To deal with Feng Linghuai, Ao Yin's power should have been enough, right? Why did you make such a big scene?"

The Night Roaming God was silent for a moment, then snorted, "I wanted to, what's it to you!"

Jiang Wang seemed to understand something.

It was still a little upset deep down, and was just using this opportunity to vent.

It was quite an tsundere bird.

Deep in the night.

The cultivators in green and white robes returned.

Shan Qiyu followed behind them.

They directly threw the father and son, Du Heng and Du Zicheng, in front of Jiang Wang.

"Mr. Jiang, Du Yanruo escaped."

They lowered their heads, feeling very ashamed.

The two cultivators in green robes felt that they had never done anything perfectly for Mr. Jiang.

Especially since this matter involved so much.

Jiang Wang was open-minded and waved his hand, saying, "It's fine, let her run."

He was only worried about attracting a major figure from the Qingxuan Bureau, but he wasn't that afraid. He figured that the death of a mere Tan Lao Liu shouldn't cause the Qingxuan Bureau to make a big fuss.

If that didn't work, he could let the Night Roaming God pay some price, and survival should be no problem.

If the Night Roaming God wasn't currently asleep in the 'Mirage,' it would definitely jump up and curse, I am a dignified Deity, not some beast for you to abuse!

"Young Marquis, you can't blame me for this, Your Excellency. We are honest and upright citizens!"

Du Heng cried with a long face, blaming himself for not running fast enough. How could he have been caught?

Du Zicheng, however, was quite tough.

This was because Du Yanruo had hidden herself in time, and Du Zicheng, looking at his broken leg, knew he couldn't run at all. He didn't even understand why he should run, but seeing his father's appearance, he could probably guess that his father had probably caused trouble behind the scenes again.

Having entered the room for the second time, Du Zicheng, with his lame leg, skillfully picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup. "Kill me or flay me, as you wish."

Jiang Wang smiled and said, "Your Du Family truly knows how to cause trouble. Why don't you ever learn your lesson? Now you've even provoked the Qingxuan Bureau. Tell me, whose idea was this?"

Even though Du Zicheng had no idea about the Qingxuan Bureau, he still said resolutely, "In the entire Du Family, only I could do something like this. Your question is redundant."

Du Heng's mouth slightly opened, looking as if he had something to say but didn't.

Jiang Wang saw this and smiled, "Chenzi, you are the one I am most familiar with in the Du Family. Although you are a bit foolish and naive, you are not truly stupid. This time is different from last time, you need to think carefully."

Du Zicheng continued to face death fearlessly, "There's nothing to think about. If I did it, I did it. Stop talking nonsense, kill me if you have the guts. I, this young master, have never known the meaning of fear!"

Jiang Wang shook his head and looked at Du Heng, saying, "If you have nothing to say, the Du Family's lineage will be cut off. Do you really think Du Yanruo can escape my grasp?"

Cold sweat dripped from Du Heng.

"Jiang!" Du Zicheng slammed the teacup heavily on the table, "I found the Jianli, and my goal was to kill you. What's happening now is also my doing. I take responsibility for my actions alone, don't involve others!"

Jiang Wang suddenly felt like a villain, and Du Zicheng was the embodiment of absolute justice.

"Who did it isn't that important. Since you are protecting each other, I suppose Du Yanruo will also try to save you at all costs. I just need to wait patiently."

Jiang Wang beckoned to Shan Qiyu and said, "Take them to the Black Flame Army camp. Make sure they are well entertained. Also, inform Uncle Tong and tell him to come back."

Shan Qiyu bowed in agreement.

Just as the hour of Yin arrived, Hun City was already bustling.

Every household had people bringing offerings and heading out.

They'd exchange a few words in passing or simply walk together.

There were officers from the Garrison Office maintaining order.

However, the large-scale destruction incident in South City Alley required the Garrison Headquarters to divert personnel for investigation. An incident occurring on the eve of the City God Festival was enough to give the Garrison Commander a splitting headache, and he had already started cursing before even getting out of bed.

Jiang Wang, still sleeping soundly, suddenly sneezed, jolting awake.

He lay on the bed for a moment, then rolled over and went back to sleep.

But then, a knock sounded at the door.

The voice of the Old Butler came from outside, "Young Master, today is the City God Festival. The Marquis used to personally attend, and I went in his stead. Do you intend to go pay respects this time?"

Jiang Wang, still lying on the bed, opened his eyes slightly. He thought of what the bird had said last night: if he encountered any danger at the City God Temple, he might not make it back alive.

Although the Night Roaming God, even without the power of the Divine Kingdom, possessed strength comparable to the monster Ao Yin, he had paid a price for borrowing that power and was likely very weak. This was not the time to be in a dangerous situation.

So, he lazily replied, "Uncle Tong, go by yourself, or take Zhao Si with you."

The Old Butler had returned last night and originally wanted to ask about Young Master Feng Linghuai, but since Jiang Wang was already asleep, he didn't disturb him. Now that Jiang Wang didn't want to go to the City God Temple, the Old Butler could only give a reminder before turning and leaving.

Jiang Wang had completely forgotten about the South City Alley incident by this point.

When the Garrison Headquarters investigated, they quickly discovered that the Du Family's residence was empty, with only a young girl remaining. There were also signs of destruction within the Du Family's home, especially the kitchen, which was a complete mess.

With no leads, they could only temporarily bring the young girl back to the headquarters.

The most important thing today was to ensure the City God Festival proceeded normally.

In the fourteenth year of Changping in the Sui calendar, on the fifth day of the ninth month, the area in front of the City God Temple was packed with people.

The Garrison Commander personally presided, delivering a perfunctory speech, after which the citizens began their worship.

The event started at the second quarter of the hour of Yin and concluded at noon.

The citizens returned home to tidy up. By evening, the City God Temple fair would commence. At that time, the entire city would be adorned with lanterns, making the night as bright as day, and the citizens could revel to their hearts' content, showcasing the grandeur of the Sui Kingdom's largest temple fair.

Jiang Wang woke up at the hour of Chen and continued to lounge in his rattan chair.

Xiaoyu, whose injuries had mostly healed, practiced her sword with great effort.

Watching Xiaoyu swing her sword repeatedly, Jiang Wang wondered if he should ask Sun Qingya to mentor her. Otherwise, her talent would be wasted. To this day, Xiaoyu hadn't realized there was anything wrong with that peerless secret manual.

"Bird, does Xiaoyu have any aptitude for cultivation?" Jiang Wang asked the Night Roaming God in his mind.

The Night Roaming God replied indignantly, "Not even a little!"

Jiang Wang, understanding the reason for its tone, chose to ignore it and asked, "Then how high is Xiaoyu's aptitude for martial arts?"

The Night Roaming God calmed its emotions and said, "I have indeed seen some Martial Artists before, of course, I'm referring to Martial Artists from a thousand years ago. There was a group of such Martial Artists whose swords could travel twenty thousand miles, whose fists could shatter mountains and rivers, and who, by standing in one place, could prevent even Cultivators from passing.

"It would be as difficult as ascending to heaven to find such Martial Artists today. Xiaoyu's aptitude cannot be said to rival those Martial Artists, but it should be the highest in this era."

Jiang Wang was shocked.

He immediately called out to Xiaoyu, "Stop practicing your sword!"

The Night Roaming God said, "I don't know how to teach Martial Artists."

Jiang Wang replied, "I wasn't expecting you to. In the future, I will find the most powerful Martial Artist in the world to teach Xiaoyu."

Xiaoyu walked up to Jiang Wang, looking confused, "Does Young Master need something?"

Jiang Wang cupped Xiaoyu's face and said, "Good Martial Artists need good teachers. If you want revenge, you naturally need to become strong as quickly as possible. Starting today, I will have Sun Qingya teach you."

With Tan Lao Liu's incident as a precedent, Xiaoyu's enemies were likely not ordinary people. If he continued to trick Xiaoyu into practicing a fake manual, and something like the Tan Lao Liu incident happened again, Jiang Wang would regret it too late.

Xiaoyu had indeed reached a bottleneck. Hearing this, she was deeply moved. Young Master was too good to her!

She felt that some things could no longer be kept secret.

Because of the Tan Lao Liu incident, Young Master had already been implicated. At the very least, she had to let Young Master understand the reason so they could be prepared.

As Xiaoyu narrated, Jiang Wang's eyes widened gradually.

He looked at his little maid, astonished, "You're a Princess? Princess Qingping!"