Descendant of the Qi Kingdom's Royal Family

Luo Xianshan returned to his room to rest, while Rong Yulu, feeling restless, left the inn alone and wandered through the City God Temple Fair.

Suddenly, a person blocked his path.

Rong Yulu, with a dark expression, said, "Get lost."

The newcomer smiled and said, "Little friend Rong has quite a temper. Are you upset because you were humiliated and couldn't get revenge?"

Rong Yulu's brows furrowed. "Who are you?"

The newcomer clasped his hands behind his back and said, "Cai Tanggu."

Rong Yulu performed the cultivator's salute, cupping his fists, interlocking his thumbs, and bowing slightly. He forced a smile and said, "So it's Instructor Cai from Fish Abyss Academy. I've heard so much about you."

Cai Tanggu said directly, "Little friend Rong, did you suffer a setback at Jiang Wang's hands?"

Rong Yulu asked, "Does Mr. Cai also know of this Jiang Wang?"

Cai Tanggu's expression turned serious. "To be honest, I was also thoroughly humiliated by that scoundrel Jiang Wang. I just arrived in Hun City at dusk and was planning to get my face back."

Rong Yulu was surprised. "That Jiang Wang actually dared to act so presumptuously in front of Mr. Cai?"

Cai Tanggu fell silent for a moment.

He had returned to Fish Abyss Academy and had investigated the situation of the Xunyang Marquis. It was just as Luo Xianshan had said at the Half-Day Leisure inn; no wonder Jiang Wang was so arrogant.

But background was just that—background. If the current Marquis Mansion didn't have the Black Flame Army, it would be no different from an ordinary wealthy merchant.

For a Prince or Lord like that, even if he came for revenge, it wouldn't cause too much trouble.

"He's arrogant and overbearing, relying on his status as a descendant of the Qi Kingdom's royal family. I've returned this time to teach him how to behave. Don't think that just because you're relying on your ancestors' legacy, you're still an Imperial Grandson. Now there is only the Sui Kingdom, not the Qi Kingdom."

Rong Yulu finally broke into a genuine smile. "Mr. Cai speaks the truth. I am willing to lend Mr. Cai a hand and teach Jiang Wang a lesson."

Cai Tanggu narrowed his eyes. "The Lupu Rong Family is loyal to His Majesty and is also a right-hand man of the Martial God Temple. How can we let this humiliation pass and let it be? Little friend Rong, your help is my help. We can go to the Marquis Mansion together now."

Recalling what Venerable Luo had said, Rong Yulu looked around and asked, "Just the two of us?"

Cai Tanggu pointed to a certain spot and smiled, "Of course, there are other experts to assist."

Under the lanterns in front of the wine shop stood a middle-aged man, his arms crossed, holding a saber, his eyes closed in meditation.

About a hundred miles south of Hun City.

In a sparse bamboo forest, a campfire burned.

A young man sat on a rock in front of the campfire.

He carried a sword on his back, a style more suited for women, with a blue sword tassel swaying in the gentle breeze.

His skin was slightly dark, but his features were extraordinary. He was silently eating a flatbread when he suddenly heard the rustling of grass. The sword behind him unsheathed and shot out, returning moments later stained with dark green blood.

His sword-like eyebrows twitched. The moment the campfire flickered violently, the man was no longer there.

About fifty paces away lay the corpse of a giant monster, Luo Yong.

The man stopped, heard the sounds around him, and the next moment, the sword in his hand shot out again.

Roars like those of wild beasts shook the heavens and the earth, bamboo and wood snapped, and a huge black shadow fell from the sky. The man stood in place, unmoved. Immediately following the sound of the sword, it pierced directly through the shadow's body. The monster Luo Yong crashed down in front of the man.

They were only an inch apart.

The man casually kicked the enormous body of Luo Yong aside with his foot and listened intently to the sounds around him again.

The flying sword streaked through the air.

The roars of Luo Yong in the bamboo forest continued incessantly, but within moments, they fell silent.

The man sheathed the flying sword that had returned and was about to turn away when he stopped again. The fallen leaves on the ground not far away trembled slightly, and a hand suddenly emerged.

By the campfire, the man stared at the person lying before him.

It was an old man.

He was severely injured.

Fortunately, he had learned some medicine. If he hadn't happened to pass by, and if the monster Luo Yong hadn't smelled the old man's aura and gathered there, the old man would have surely died if he had delayed any longer.

Not long after, the old man opened his eyes.

The image of the monster was still in his mind, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

He glanced at the man sitting beside him and was slightly stunned. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Was it you who saved me?"

The man nodded.

The old man struggled to sit up, his back bent, and stared at the campfire in front of him. He asked, "Where is this?"

The man didn't speak but raised a bamboo branch in his hand, pointing to a spot where a road marker stood.

The old man was shocked. "I actually flew a hundred miles away!"

He looked at the man, as if he had just realized something, and adopted a defensive posture, cautiously asking, "Are you heading to Hun City, sir?"

The man nodded.

The old man frowned and then said, "It seems you are also a seeker of immortality. But there are great monsters appearing in Hun City. That monster's body is extremely massive, the largest I've ever seen in my life. It merely blew a breath, and I was sent a hundred miles away from Hun City. I suspect Hun City has already suffered."

The old man was none other than Feng Linghuai.

At first, he hadn't truly snapped out of it; maintaining vigilance was an instinct of a Jianli.

The man, who hadn't spoken or shown any change in expression from beginning to end, brightened slightly upon hearing the words "great Yao." He looked at Feng Linghuai, still silent, but his meaning was clear: he wanted Feng Linghuai to elaborate.

Feng Linghuai suspected the man was mute.

After all, being a life-saver, repaying kindness was also a rule among Jianli.

Despite his wariness, Feng Linghuai recounted the situation clearly and truthfully.

The man suddenly stood up, intending to head straight for Hun City.

But then he seemed to recall something, turned back to Feng Linghuai, and said calmly, "You are severely injured, but under my treatment, as long as you don't exert yourself for a short period, you'll be no different from a normal person."

Feng Linghuai was astonished.

So he's not mute?

But then he was even more shocked.

Without a Golden Elixir or a talisman from an old Master, what physician possessed such skill?!

He was a Martial Artist and could sense Qi, even condensing a breath of true Qi. If he were treated by a Golden Elixir or a talisman, his body would have felt it. Yet, the man had genuinely healed him purely through medical skill.

Hun City, Qixia Street, Xunyang Marquis Manor.

Cai Tanggu looked at the middle-aged man holding a saber and said, "That Jiang Wang does have some ability, and he's also saving Su Lingyi. We need to finish this quickly and must not give him any chance to turn the tables."

The man holding the saber remained silent, and Rong Yulu was surprised, "That Jiang Wang is clearly a good-for-nothing. What does Mr. Cai mean by that?"

Cai Tanggu really didn't want to mention embarrassing matters, but he still truthfully said, "I fought with Jiang Wang once. His realm is at least at the peak of the Cave Nether Realm. Perhaps he used some method to conceal his aura. Don't be fooled by his outward appearance."

Rong Yulu didn't understand but was greatly shocked.

This Marquis Manor is truly not simple.

The man holding the saber finally spoke, "Since he is a descendant of the Qi Kingdom's royal family, it's natural for him to possess some secret techniques. If Jiang Wang truly hasn't joined any major sect, then the treasures of the Qi Kingdom must be extraordinary."

Cai Tanggu raised an eyebrow and said, "Brother Chongyang, are you implying that Jiang Wang's high realm at such a young age is due to the treasures left by the Qi Kingdom?"

The man holding the saber said, "Even if his aptitude is excellent, without true treasures to assist him, to explore the path of cultivation alone, just reaching Foundation Establishment would be good, let alone breaking through to the Cave Nether Realm."

Cai Tanggu's thoughts began to stir.

If such treasures truly existed, he, who had been stuck at the peak of the Cave Nether Realm for so many years, might have a chance to break through the bottleneck.

The man holding the saber was even older than him, yet he appeared to be middle-aged. This greatly envied Cai Tanggu.

As long as he could ascend to the Bathing Snow Realm, he could improve his appearance, return to simplicity, and become young again, thus no longer being as ugly as before.

Cultivators who had just broken through the peak of the Cave Nether Realm could return to simplicity by guarding their original essence, but there was only one chance. Some chose to become younger, some slightly younger, and some chose to remain unchanged.

Ascending to the Snow Bathing Realm could make oneself more attractive, which was Cai Tanggu's lifelong aspiration.

The gate of the Marquis Manor was opened at this moment.

The old butler walked out, followed by green-robed and white-robed cultivators.

Upon seeing Cai Tanggu, the old butler frowned and said, "You've returned after all."

Cai Tanggu smiled and said, "You deliberately hid yourself back then, didn't you? After I learned of the Marquis Manor's background, I was curious why I hadn't seen Tong Ji, who was like a brother to Xunyang Hou. Were you afraid I would recognize you then?"

He wasn't interested in the Princes and Lords of the Sui Kingdom, but he wasn't ignorant either. He just hadn't paid deliberate attention to their affairs, which was why he couldn't guess which family's Xunyang Marquis Manor it was in Hun City.

Tong Ji, on the other hand, had some reputation and had stayed in the Divine Capital.

In the historical records of the Xunyang Marquis Manor, tracing back to the emperors of the Qi Kingdom, including various deeds, Tong Ji's name was very prominent in the latest chapters.

"If the Old Marquis were still alive, the Marquis Manor would indeed hold significant power. But His Majesty now particularly dislikes the former royal families of the various kingdoms, and the power of the Princes and Lords is becoming increasingly insignificant. They are merely clinging to the late Emperor's imperial edicts to survive. Even if I were to overthrow your Marquis Manor, it would be no major event."

Cai Tanggu stepped forward and threatened, "Jiang Wang insulted Fish Abyss Academy and illegally detained my academy's disciples. It is only right that I come to seek an explanation. I advise you to hand over Su Lingyi as soon as possible, otherwise, I don't mind uprooting your entire Marquis Manor."

The old butler's face showed displeasure, and he said, "Instructor Cai has quite the audacity."

The man holding the saber patted Cai Tanggu's shoulder, motioning him to move aside. Then, he unleashed a punch, directly shattering the Marquis Manor's gate.

The green-robed and white-robed cultivators drew their swords and attacked.

But as usual, they were easily subdued.

They were sent flying back, spitting blood.

The green-robed cultivator sighed, lying on the ground, and said to the white-robed cultivator, "Since coming to Hun City, I seem to have gotten used to it. I can't beat anyone. Look at my lying posture; anyone would think I was sleeping normally."

He had no choice but to resort to self-deprecation.

The white-robed cultivator was speechless; it was too embarrassing.

"Martial Artist? No, a Cultivator!" The old butler looked at the man holding the saber with a grave expression. The path of cultivation is inherently arduous; no one can cultivate both diligently and guarantee success in both, ultimately failing at both and wasting their life.

But the man before him seemed to be an exception.