Chapter 86

The Sixth Prince was puzzled and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Before meeting Xiao Minghuang, he imagined her to be sweet, cute, and petite, much like his junior sister who often pestered him to teach her swordsmanship.

He never imagined that the little girl who couldn't even walk steadily years ago had grown up to be this tall.

Most of the things he had prepared in his mind before coming were suddenly gone.

The claims that the Spirit Sword Sect has fun places, delicious food, and cool sword techniques might have attracted an innocent little girl, but they probably wouldn't have attracted the slightest bit of interest to such a graceful, elegant, and otherworldly young lady.

If he were to actually say that, it would likely only elicit a slight chuckle from Princess Ziwei.

Suddenly, the Sixth Prince felt a sense of shame and inferiority. He was hesitant to stand in front of Xiao Minghuang and extend the invitation.

What he saw reminded him of when he first entered the Great Xia Dynasty, when an unknown person approached him.

The man told him some things and wanted to make a deal with him.

But he refused.

Swordsman.

My heart is set on the sword.

That's all!

He gripped the sword hilt tightly.

Lend me your power!

The Sixth Prince spoke to the sword in his heart.

After calming himself down, he slowly walked to his seat, guided by his attendants.

The moment the Sixth Prince cast his gaze upon her, Xiao Minghuang noticed him.

She immediately brought up the system panel.

[Name: Xiao Jian]

[Realm: Spring Gushing Second Layer]

[Destiny/Fate: Flawless Sword Heart (Red)]

[Born with a heart devoted to the way of the sword, pure and flawless.]

Xiao Minghuang was slightly surprised when she saw the Sixth Prince's profile.

She never expected that the Sixth Prince would have a red Destiny/Fate.

It should be noted that the Second Prince, who stirred up trouble in the Great Xia, was merely a blue- Destiny/Fate.

The Fifth Prince possessing a purple Destiny/Fate is already extremely rare, but unexpectedly, the Sixth Prince is even more outstanding.

She didn't know what the Destiny/Fate of those sect prodigies were, but if purple and red Destiny/Fate were commonplace, then they were of little value.

Therefore, Xiao Minghuang guessed that it wasn't that the red and purple Destiny/Fate were ordinary, but rather that the Fifth Prince and Sixth Prince truly possessed extraordinary abilities.

"This tiny Great Xia is truly a place where hidden talents abound!"

Xiao Minghuang sighed.

It was around this time.

King Wu'an changed into a more solemn outfit, walked out from the back hall, and stood on the high platform, instantly attracting the attention of everyone present.

His gaze swept across the entire room, he cleared his throat, raised his glass, and said:

"Before the banquet begins, I must declare to you all that this banquet Non-Self own decision, but rather an invitation I have given to all the princes and princesses on His Majesty's orders."

"His Majesty's decree!"

Upon hearing this statement...

Everyone present rose and bowed, their expressions solemn.

King Wu'an cupped his hands in greeting and said loudly:

"I have nine sons, each as brilliant as a dragon, but there is only one throne. We shall each rely on our own abilities, and the victor shall become emperor!"

"But after the competition, regardless of victory or defeat, the bond between compatriots must not be ignored. If any kinship is damaged, the person responsible will be killed without exception!"

The moment the word "kill" was uttered, everyone present trembled as if they could feel an intense killing intent.

After saying this, the King Wu'an laughed loudly and said in a clear voice:

"This banquet is for personal matters, not for official ones. I hope you all enjoy yourselves!"

After speaking, King Wu'an returned to his seat.

At this very moment.

Everyone present felt guilty, and they couldn't help but glance at Princess Ziwei and the Second Prince, who were seated at the head of the table on the left and right.

The two men, one raising a cup to sip tea, the other closing his eyes in deep thought, seemed as if nothing had happened.

But everyone knows that.

Two tigers cannot share one mountain.

Just a few days ago, the Eighth Prince clashed with Princess Ziwei at the Myriad Treasures Pavilion.

In the end, the Eighth Prince was banished to the Cold Palace, and his fate remains unknown.

Several months ago, Princess Ziwei went to Beiyang City for training, during which she was assassinated by an unknown expert at the Divine Sea Realm.

Prior to this, Princess Ziwei had crippled the Second Prince's younger brother, the Seventh Prince, with a single palm strike.

The two have clashed more than once.

There was an irreconcilable feud between them.

Anyone who inherits the throne will inevitably eliminate the other person without any room for maneuver.

Having grasped this point, everyone gained a deeper understanding of Emperor Xia's decree.

The meaning of the Emperor Xia's edict was likely to reassure the other princes, so that they would not be afraid of the cruelty of the succession struggle and thus flee to distant lands.

After all, two of the nine princes of the royal family have already died, and the remaining princes cannot be lost again.

At the same time, it also serves as a warning to Princess Ziwei and the Second Prince.

Do not involve the other princes in your conflict.

Upon hearing the Emperor Xia's decree, the Second Prince's expression faltered slightly, and a sense of displeasure arose in his heart.

He originally intended to incite the Sixth Prince and Princess Ziwei to fight each other so that he could profit from the conflict.

But his messenger returned with a message saying that the Sixth Prince had not agreed to his conditions.

Now the Emperor Xia has issued another warning...

The Second Prince narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the entire room before landing on the Sixth Prince, who had just taken his seat.

At this moment, the Sixth Prince rested his long sword on his knees, his entire being resembling a hidden, sharp sword.

If we don't go out, all will be well; if we do, blood will be shed!

"It seems we need to add another bargaining chip!"

A dance performance, accompanied by the sounds of traditional string and wind instruments, marked the start of the banquet.

To the accompaniment of music, the dancers gracefully began to dance.

Everyone raised their glasses, drank heartily, and chatted and laughed.

The banquet was lively and the atmosphere was harmonious.

In such a harmonious environment, everyone present gradually forgot the unpleasantness from before and immersed themselves in the warm atmosphere of the banquet.

A discordant sound suddenly came from outside the main hall.

"I have an invitation too, why can't I go in!"

From his high vantage point, Xiao Minghuang gazed into the distance, his eyes piercing the dark night sky until he reached the gates of the Prince's mansion.

At this moment, a young man in black robes stood at the door, holding a crumpled piece of red paper in his hands.

The young man, his face contorted with resentment, launched into a tirade against the servant:

"You lackeys, you look down on people! Do you even know who I am? I'll scare you to death if I tell you!"

The attendant, looking utterly annoyed, waved his hand and said:

"Whoever you want to be, with your clothes on, what important person could you possibly be? What are you doing causing trouble here with a fake invitation? If you keep making a scene, we'll have the Court of Justice arrest you!"

An ordinary person would have run away in fear upon hearing this, but the young man in black robes not only didn't leave, but became even more arrogant.

"Hmph! This invitation is genuine. If you don't believe me, go find the King Wu'an!"

110. The Destined Transmigrator! Xiao Yan!

The two servants stopped arguing with the young man and ignored him.

The prince was currently in his residence entertaining many important figures; he had no time to deal with this swindler.

"This[*

The prince's steward walked to the door, frowned, and asked:

"Don't you know that His Highness is hosting a banquet for all the princes and princesses today? How dare you make such a racket here? Do you want to die?"

The attendant cupped his hands in a respectful gesture and said:

"This man forged an invitation and claims to be the First Prince. Should we arrest him and send him to the Court of Justice?"

Upon hearing this, the steward glanced at the disheveled young man in black robes, a look of disgust in his eyes. He had seen countless such scoundrels trying to curry favor with the Prince's Mansion every year.

Normally, there wouldn't be so much nonsense; you could just kick them out.

But Heavenly King provides a perfect opportunity to let the world know that the Wu'an King's Residence is not something just anyone can associate with!

Thinking of this, the butler waved his hand and said coldly:

"Tie this man up and hand him over to the Court of Justice to be charged with disturbing public order and causing trouble!"

"Yes!"

The guards responded and surrounded the young man in black robes in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the guards approaching him, the black-robed youth sneered and whispered:

"Looking down on people like that, he's courting death. Looks like we'll have to unleash a massacre tonight!"

His face was cold, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Having been away from the capital for nearly twenty years, he needs a satisfying massacre to announce his triumphant return!

Seeing the black-robed youth standing motionless in place, the servants did not hesitate and rushed forward, attempting to tie him up.

The young man in black robes remained calm and unhurried. He extended his right hand and waved it in the air, instantly conjuring a heavy black greatsword which he gripped tightly in his hand.

He pushed off the ground with his left foot, leaping into the air. With a spin, he swung his giant sword down, unleashing a massive sword beam that hurtled towards the numerous guards.

A rumbling sound rang out.

The young man in black robes landed steadily.

The guards were shaken so badly they staggered, coughing up blood, their faces turning deathly pale, and their breaths instantly dropped.

His strength far surpassed theirs; the guards were no match for him.

The scene before him shocked the steward of the Prince's mansion.

His eyes were fixed on the young man in black robes, his gaze unwavering.

This young man in black robes is incredibly powerful.

How is that possible!

It should be noted that the servants of the Prince's mansion all possessed Qi Refining Eighth Layer.