Prince Yu (Part 1)

"Prince Yu is the Emperor's fourth son and the Crown Prince's most important rival. Should I go or not? But it seems to be Young Marquis Changle's wager, so I should make the trip." Hong Yi watched from the side and nodded to himself. Moreover, the Golden Cores refined by each sect differed in power when a soul was attached to them. "Which one is Young Master Hong Yi?" As soon as the servants arrived at the gate, they saw Shen Tianyang sweeping the courtyard entrance. After asking around, they delivered the gilded invitation, mounted their horses, and rode off in a cloud of dust. "Of course I have my reservations, but I do not wish to kill you. My word is my bond; I am not some fickle, treacherous petty man. Since I agreed to the terms, naturally I will not go back on them. Do you think my letting you go is false? That I am openly letting you leave while secretly intending to kill you?" Hong Yi shook his head with a laugh. "You truly measure a gentleman's heart with a petty man's yardstick." The two "Golden Cores" glittered brightly and were extraordinarily heavy. Their surfaces shone gold and silver, streaked with black patterns. His soul, too, grew ever more condensed and powerful. Especially when controlling the Blood Patterned Steel needles, he had become increasingly unfathomable and masterful. Murong Yan nodded. "Since you are not afraid of cultivation deviation, I will draw it for you. Without the Daoist arts' mental methods, a painting alone is useless." "Since you are keeping the agreement, rest assured. I am the dignified daughter of a Yunmeng marquis; I would not do anything so despicable either. But consider the deal I proposed carefully. I have five talismans, five Golden Cores, and a