Jing City Heavenly Prison, Evil King's Attack

Fourth Prince, Jiang Yu.

Jiang Changsheng knew of him, having learned about him from Chen Li. Jiang Yu was his biological younger brother, sharing the same father and mother, and was also born to the Empress. It was said that after giving birth to Jiang Yu, the Empress stopped being insane.

Hearing that the Emperor had instructed Jiang Yu to come, Jiang Changsheng was lost in thought.

Could it be that the Emperor had already recognized him, but why hadn't he directly acknowledged him?

Jiang Changsheng didn't want to ask about this directly, so he asked instead, "You want to learn martial arts from me?"

Jiang Yu said excitedly, "That's right! Father said that you're only two years older than me, but you've already surpassed the first-rate realm. You must become my master! Whatever you want, I'll satisfy you. Gold, silver, treasures, rare and exotic items, just name it."

Jiang Changsheng thought about it. With the relationship of a prince, he wouldn't be so passive in the future. He didn't need to hide at all, since his enemies already knew he was here.

"Since it's His Majesty's order, I naturally cannot refuse. It's also my honor to teach His Highness martial arts, but let me make it clear first, the martial arts I teach are all self-created, not the martial arts of Dragon Arising Temple."

Jiang Changsheng said seriously. Jiang Yu was overjoyed and immediately wanted to kneel down and kowtow. The two guards were shocked, but fortunately, Jiang Changsheng helped Jiang Yu up in time.

This kid is really reckless...

Making a prince kowtow was a capital crime!

Jiang Changsheng said helplessly, "I'm not your master, I'm just teaching you martial arts. You can call me by my name in the future."

Jiang Yu straightened his back and grinned, "Okay, Brother Changsheng!"

He couldn't wait to urge, "Brother Changsheng, teach me quickly! My goal is to learn unparalleled martial arts, to expand the territory for my Great Jing, and pacify the wilderness. I just turned twelve a few days ago. Father didn't allow me to learn martial arts before the age of twelve. You are the first person to teach me martial arts."

Jiang Changsheng thought about it and decided to teach Jiang Yu the Shadow Leg.

Shadow Leg was the first martial art he learned, with fierce power. One kick could break bones and tendons. He had already reached a powerful state of releasing true qi and kicking out phenomena.

Jiang Changsheng began to teach the cultivation method of Shadow Leg. The two guards avoided suspicion and retreated outside the door, closing the door.

Jiang Yu listened very carefully.

An hour later, Jiang Yu happily left. He had to return to the palace to practice. Princes couldn't stay overnight outside.

Qing Ku returned to the room and asked excitedly, "Senior Brother, are you a prince's master now?"

Jiang Changsheng shook his head and laughed, "I'm just teaching His Highness martial arts, how can I be a master? Don't talk nonsense."

Qing Ku didn't think so. "That's also very strong. In the future, the prince will be your backer. I used to travel the world and found that this world is a world of relationships. Doing the same thing with different identities and relationships yields completely different results."

He seemed to have thought of something sad, and his smile disappeared.

Jiang Changsheng had always been curious about what he had experienced, but he never said.

The room fell silent.

After a while, Qing Ku bid farewell, and only Jiang Changsheng was left in the room. He could finally practice in peace.

After the first assassination failed, the enemy would definitely have a second attack. Jiang Changsheng had to become as strong as possible.

Jiang Changsheng's cultivation at the third level of Dao Follows Nature Skill was enough to make him stand out from Dragon Arising Temple. For the time being, he hadn't encountered anyone with more true qi than him, but it was better to be safe than sorry. He couldn't relax.

How could a cultivator be killed by a group of mortal martial artists?

As dusk descended, gloomy clouds enveloped the bustling Jing City, and a drizzle began to fall.

Vendors on both sides of the street began to pack up their stalls, and the rolling, vermilion buildings were shrouded in a layer of mist, making the entire city hazy.

In the western district of Jing City, before the gates of the Heavenly Prison.

Zhang Tianren, clad in armor, frowned as he looked at the sky, his brow furrowed with worry.

A middle-aged general next to him patted his shoulder and laughed, "Young man, don't always be so preoccupied. The chief has already submitted your name to the roster. Next year, you can participate in the Martial Arts Imperial Examination."

Zhang Tianren had just turned eighteen this year. His mother was already pregnant with him when she was imprisoned. After giving birth to him, she was beheaded. He was raised by the jailers of the Heavenly Prison. The older generation of jailers treated him like their own son, teaching him various martial arts. He lived up to their expectations, repeatedly making meritorious contributions.

Zhang Tianren withdrew his gaze and shook his head, saying, "I always feel like something is going to happen in the Heavenly Prison."

"Nonsense, under the Son of Heaven's feet, does anyone dare to raid the prison?"

The middle-aged general scolded with a smile, and the other guards nearby laughed loudly.

In Jing City, the Heavenly Prison was the safest place. Their duties were also very simple. They enjoyed their current life, not tiring, but with high salaries.

Zhang Tianren smiled helplessly, feeling that he might be overthinking things.

Since the founding of Great Jing, although there had been several rebellions in Jing City, the Heavenly Prison had always been the most secure.

Night gradually fell, the rain stopped, and the trees beside the Heavenly Prison dripped with raindrops, causing ripples in the puddles on the ground.

Zhang Tianren was chatting with his brothers about what to eat for dinner when he suddenly heard a melodious flute sound.

He looked up and saw that the pavilions on both sides of the street in front of the Heavenly Prison were tightly closed, and no one could be seen.

"What's that sound?"

"Didn't see anyone?"

"Why didn't I hear it?"

"You went to Fragrant Pavilion two years ago and were discovered by your shrewish wife, who slapped your ear so hard that it became deaf. Of course, you can't hear it."

The guards discussed, and the middle-aged general's face changed drastically as he exclaimed, "Not good! Cover your ears!"

As soon as he said this, although the guards were frightened, they subconsciously covered their ears, including Zhang Tianren.

Zhang Tianren suddenly saw a thick fog surging from the end of the street. A figure was faintly visible in the fog. From the figure, he could tell that he was playing the flute.

"Someone wants to raid the prison?"

Such a thought popped into Zhang Tianren's mind. Just as he was about to speak, the ground shook violently.

Rumble—

Everyone tried to steady themselves. Zhang Tianren noticed something and subconsciously turned his head to look.

A loud noise rang out, and the gate of the Heavenly Prison exploded. The heavy prison door was blasted into countless wooden thorns. Zhang Tianren's cheek was cut, and his eyes widened.

A figure stepped out from the Heavenly Prison. This person was wearing tattered prison clothes, with iron chains wrapped around his hands and feet, and disheveled hair. He hunched his back and gasped for breath.

He raised his head, and under his messy black hair, a pair of white eyes without pupils were revealed, flashing with a cold light in the night.

"Ghost Eye... Evil King..."

A guard trembled and then fell to the ground, landing on his backside.

Ghost Eye Evil King strode forward, the chains on his feet still wrapped around the neck of a jailer, dragging his body out of the darkness. The jailer was still alive, his eyes bulging, his face flushed red. His hands gripped the chains, desperately trying to break free.

Zhang Tianren's eyes turned red at the sight. He immediately drew his sword and charged towards Ghost Eye Evil King.

Ghost Eye Evil King suddenly rushed in front of him, his right hand locking onto his neck, and slammed him violently to the ground, sending gravel flying.

Zhang Tianren almost fainted, his internal organs severely injured, and he couldn't help but spit out blood.

Ghost Eye Evil King grinned, his smile extremely hideous, like a demon in the world.

Just as he was about to finish off Zhang Tianren, the flute music stopped abruptly, and a voice floated over: "Don't forget the main task."

Hearing this, Ghost Eye Evil King stopped, leaped up several feet high, and dragged the jailer entangled in chains into the woods, quickly disappearing.

A large number of jailers ran out of the prison gate, most of them injured. The middle-aged general ran to Zhang Tianren and checked his injuries.

Zhang Tianren stared intently at the direction where Ghost Eye Evil King disappeared, his heart filled with frustration. He originally thought he was strong enough, but he didn't expect to be defeated by the opponent in one exchange.

Inside the house, the oil lamp flickered.

Jiang Changsheng was meditating and practicing his cultivation when he suddenly felt uneasy, sensing that something was about to happen.

He opened his eyes and thought, Tonight, there are no frogs croaking; there must be killing intent.

He felt the surging true qi within his body and felt a little relieved.

The enemy shouldn't be too much stronger than Qingxu Taoist Priest, otherwise, he would have been killed already.

After an incense stick of time.

Jiang Changsheng suddenly heard shouts from the foot of the mountain, but the distance was too far, and even he, as a cultivator, couldn't hear clearly.

The enemy wouldn't dare to force their way in, would they?

Jiang Changsheng frowned, thinking, No matter what, this is Jing City, and it's also a Daoist temple appointed by the emperor. If it becomes a big deal, the emperor will definitely investigate.

At the same time.

On the mountain road halfway up the mountain, Ghost Eye Evil King walked on the stone steps, each hand clutching the neck of a Daoist priest. The jailer dragged behind him by chains was covered in blood and was no longer human.

Under the moonlight, thunderclouds suddenly gathered, and a bolt of lightning flashed across the night sky, making Jing City as bright as day. Ghost Eye Evil King's face was illuminated for a moment, so hideous and terrifying.

"Bold! How dare you force your way into Dragon Arising Temple!"

An angry shout came from above. A Daoist priest was seen rushing over with a sword. He leaped up, thrusting his sword, the blade cutting through the night sky, a cold light bursting forth.

Ghost Eye Evil King snapped the neck of the Daoist priest in his hand, then struck out with a palm, his true qi erupting, turning into a gust of bloody wind that crashed head-on into the sword-wielding Daoist priest.

Pfft—

The sword-wielding Daoist priest was hit by the bloody wind, spitting blood and flying backward, like a kite with a broken string, smashing onto the steps. He clutched his chest, trying to stand up, but his qi and blood attacked his heart, and he fainted with his head tilted to the side.

"Dragon Arising Temple? That's all it is, just favored by the True Dragon."

Ghost Eye Evil King snorted, his hoarse voice filled with thick disdain.

He quickened his pace, rushing up the mountain like a specter.

The door opened, and Qing Ku ran in, terrified, "Senior Brother, thieves have stormed the mountain, Senior Brother orders you to go and provide support."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Changsheng immediately got up and walked out of the room with Qing Ku.

Arriving in the courtyard, Jiang Changsheng leaped and disappeared directly into the night. Qing Ku was stunned in place. He gritted his teeth and quickly chased after him.

In front of the Dragon Arising Temple's gate, the Ghost Eye Evil King stopped. He released his hands, and two corpses fell.

Thunder flashed across the night sky, illuminating the stone steps behind him, which were covered in corpses. Blood flowed down the stone steps, spreading into the darkness.

Inside the gate, Meng Qiuhe stood on the small bridge with his sword, glaring at the Ghost Eye Evil King, and said in a deep voice, "Who are you? Why are you slaughtering my Dragon Arising Temple?"

The Ghost Eye Evil King grinned and said, "A dying man wants to drag some people down with him. Since that old Qingxu Priest isn't here, then you all can die first!"

He suddenly rushed towards Meng Qiuhe, moving like thunder. Meng Qiuhe's expression changed, and he quickly swung his sword, slashing out sword energies that met the opponent head-on.

The Ghost Eye Evil King struck out with a palm, the force of the palm was overbearing, shattering the sword energies, and sending Meng Qiuhe flying out, crashing through the wall of the pavilion behind him, stirring up billowing dust.

"A bunch of trash. I didn't expect my last battle to be killing a bunch of chickens and dogs."

The Ghost Eye Evil King retracted his palm and snorted disdainfully. He walked towards Meng Qiuhe, but stopped suddenly after only a few steps.