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“Yen Er, the Crown Prince is kind-hearted and handsome. Why don’t you marry him? It won’t be long before you become the Empress. Tell me, which woman in the Ling Sheng Dynasty wouldn’t want to marry the Crown Prince?”
Jiang Langying forced a smile, sighing deeply within, but could only offer her heartfelt advice.
“I won’t marry! I’d rather die than marry! Wasn’t the wedding date set for half a year later? How did it get moved up inexplicably?” Mu Qingyan exclaimed angrily.
Jiang Langying replied helplessly, “I’m not sure of the specifics. Your father went to the palace yesterday, and when he returned, everything changed. The wedding date is now set for seven days from now, and there’s no room for negotiation. Don’t even think about running away; your father has ordered that you cannot leave this courtyard. Everyone outside only listens to your father’s commands, and as your mother, there’s nothing I can do.”
Mu Qingyan snorted coldly and stormed out of the courtyard. Surrounding the area were disciples from the Ancient Spirit Academy, standing guard. Upon seeing Mu Qingyan emerge, they silently blocked her path, heads bowed.
“Step aside!”
“Sorry.”
No matter which direction Mu Qingyan tried to go, they moved to block her way, igniting her fury to the point where she almost lashed out.
“Yen Er, stop struggling and come back. I need to talk to you,” Jiang Langying called out.
Mu Qingyan returned to Jiang Langying’s side in frustration and said angrily, “Mother, how can Father do this?”
“Sigh… your engagement to the Crown Prince was arranged a long time ago; it truly cannot be changed now. At this point, if you have anything to say to Wei Chenzi, write it down on paper. I will definitely help you convey it. Beyond that, there’s nothing more I can do.”
Jiang Langying felt bitter; as a woman herself, she understood Mu Qingyan’s feelings well. However, being born into such Major Forces, younger generations cannot decide their own marriages. Especially for women, they often become the “Sacrifice” in alliances.
Even though Crown Prince Ling Ao is outstanding in many aspects, being with someone one does not like—what else could that be but a Sacrifice?
“Fine.”
Mu Qingyan immediately took out paper and pen, writing fervently until she finished a letter. She sealed it in a red lacquer envelope and handed it to Jiang Langying.
"Mother, please find someone trustworthy and hand it directly to Wei Chen. As long as he receives the news, he will help me," Mu Qingyan said with a hint of a smile on her face. Jiang Langying, seeing Mu Qingyan's expression, sighed inwardly.
Wei Chen was practicing his swordsmanship.
The Star-Chasing Moon-Slicing Sword consisted of three thousand six hundred sword techniques. Wei Chen went through them briefly, his figure darting and leaping, the sword energy soaring like a rainbow, producing sharp sounds as it sliced through the air. The red Sword Light swirled around him, dazzling to behold.
In the first round, Wei Chen took a full minute to complete all three thousand six hundred sword techniques.
In the second round, he finished them in just three minutes, the intricate Sword Light enveloping him entirely.
By the third round, it took him only one minute. The speed at which he wielded the sword had reached its limit; even the most demanding Swordsmanship Master would applaud at this sight. Wei Chen's morning practice was equivalent to years of hard work for an ordinary person.
"How simple! Could it be that I am also a genius in swordsmanship?"
A look of pride appeared on Wei Chen's face. Sword Techniques were different from other Soul Techniques; men loved swords. A good Sword Technique could make a man's blood surge with joy from deep within.
What Wei Chen did not notice was an old man standing on the wall of the courtyard, watching him with a look of astonishment.
At a distance of seven or eight meters, Wei Chen failed to see the old man and sensed none of his presence. When his gaze swept over that area, it was as if the old man did not exist at all.
"This child... possesses truly terrifying talent. Spirit Wisdom Realm Sevenfold? How did he achieve this?"
"Seventh-Rank Intermediate Sword Technique— even a mid-level expert in the Surge Realm would need a year of hard work to master it. Yet he accomplished it in just one morning?"
"Then... my formation techniques should be easy for him to grasp as well? I thought I would never find a successor in my lifetime, but unexpectedly, he has been sent to me."
The old man was Han Mang, the Formation Master Wei Chen encountered in the Extreme North and the Island Master of Peach Blossom Island.
His skills in formation were unparalleled; with just a wave of his hand, he could set up formations that concealed one's presence and masked their aura. Observing Wei Chen practice from close range without being detected was an incredible feat given Wei Chen's perceptive abilities.
Wei Chen practiced the Star-Chasing Moon-Slicing Sword ten times, and despite his stamina, he was still exhausted. The Star-Chasing Moon-Slicing Sword truly lived up to its reputation as a Seven-Rank Sword Technique; each practice session brought new insights and understandings. After the tenth round, Wei Chen sat cross-legged and began to quietly regulate his breathing.
Snow Cicada had long prepared breakfast for him and stepped out to call him for a meal. However, as soon as she opened the door, she noticed Han Mang's presence and exclaimed in surprise, "Senior, what are you doing here?"
In the Extreme North, Snow Cicada had seen the old man before and recognized him immediately.
Wei Chen turned to look in the direction Snow Cicada was pointing, puzzled. "Snow Cicada, who are you talking to?"
"To the senior from the Extreme North."
Snow Cicada replied, and Han Mang appeared with a frown, saying, "Girl, how did you find me?"
"You were just standing on the wall; I saw you." Snow Cicada thought it strange that the old man would ask such a childish question.
Hearing this, Han Mang's expression changed slightly. Wei Chen looked back and forth between Snow Cicada and Han Mang in disbelief. "This old fellow has been spying on me for a long time, hasn't he? But I didn't notice at all; he must have used some kind of invisibility formation. He is a Formation Master after all, but Snow Cicada... I couldn't see her; how did she figure it out?"
Han Mang was also secretly astonished: "My invisibility formation should be undetectable below the Surge Realm. This girl is truly remarkable..."
Wei Chen temporarily set aside his curiosity about Snow Cicada and stood up to bow respectfully to Han Mang. "Senior, did you come to see me?"
"Yes, I came to check on you."
"It's about my duel with the Fourteenth Prince Ling Cong, isn't it?"
"Yes, I couldn't rest easy, so I followed you to Ling City. After all, you represent my disciple; I can't let you embarrass me."
While Han Mang spoke disdainfully of Wei Chen, his face was filled with admiration. He truly respected Wei Chen from the bottom of his heart.
"The Fourteenth Prince has already set up the arena waiting for me. If you don't want me to embarrass myself, it would be best if you taught me some formations; otherwise, I'm sure to bring shame upon you."
"Taking advantage of a bargain makes one a fool," Wei Chen understood well. Since the old man had come in person, it was clear he placed great importance on that duel, unlike his calm demeanor in the Extreme North. If Wei Chen lost, he would certainly lose face.
Looking at the grinning Wei Chen, Han Mang sighed lightly and said, "All my lifelong learning is contained within this Soul Jade. Some of the profound formations inside are so complex that even I have not fully comprehended them. If you can decipher them, it will benefit you for a lifetime."
Han Mang opened his palm, revealing a milky-white Soul Jade before Wei Chen's eyes.
Wei Chen smiled as he took it, tucking it into his pocket as if afraid the old man might change his mind.
"This Soul Jade isn't yours?"
"Of course not. I don't have the ability to store information in a Soul Jade yet. This Soul Jade was an accidental find of mine; it contains countless formations—at least a thousand types. The massive Soul Gathering Array in the Extreme North is the most powerful one I can currently set up; beyond that, I'm powerless."
Wei Chen nodded. The Soul Jade was something even the strongest realm of the Soul World, the Soul Realm Peak, could not produce. According to Ni Junlin, the Soul World was quite primitive; it was likely a High-Level Plane above the Soul World, distributing countless Soul Jades throughout the Soul World like a form of poverty alleviation.
"No matter how difficult it is, I doubt it will be a challenge for me. Don't worry, old man; this thing is wasted in your hands. Once it's in mine, I will surely help you make it shine."
Wei Chen smirked confidently; he felt no restraint around the old man. The old man needed him to defeat Mighty’s successor and regain some pride; he wouldn’t mind Wei Chen's teasing.
Sure enough, the old man smiled faintly and nodded. "You are quite confident. However, those who are confident often have solid backing. I've seen your backing all morning."
"What did you see?" Wei Chen asked.
"Seventh-Rank Intermediate Sword Technique—most people would struggle for years to reach your level after just one morning of practice. You truly are talented; comparing myself to you at my age makes me feel like I've lived like a dog."
The old man laughed in admiration, genuinely impressed by Wei Chen.
However, standing nearby was Snow Cicada, which piqued Han Mang's interest even more.
He turned his head and scrutinized Snow Cicada closely. Startled by his gaze, Snow Cicada shrank back behind Wei Chen.
Wei Chen gently held Snow Cicada's hand, but his expression was as strange as Old Man Han Mang's.
"I didn't even notice that old man was eavesdropping. If it weren't for Snow Cicada's reminder, I wouldn't have known how long I would have been kept in the dark. How did she figure it out? My perception is already quite good; could it be that Snow Cicada has some hidden talent?"
Wei Chen pondered and then asked, "Snow Cicada, how did you notice that old man standing against the wall, spying on us?"
Han Mang's eyes widened in surprise. What kind of talk was this? Spying?
However, Wei Chen had voiced his thoughts, and he looked at Snow Cicada earnestly, waiting for her response.
Snow Cicada was taken aback for a moment before asking in confusion, "He was just standing against the wall; I saw him at a glance."
"Alright." Wei Chen nodded helplessly and turned to Han Mang, asking, "Old man, isn't Peach Blossom Island specifically looking for those with hidden talents? Can you check if my wife is one of those gifted individuals?"
"Not at all." Han Mang shook his head decisively. It was a joke; if she had hidden talent, he would have noticed it immediately—there would be no room for doubt.
Snow Cicada blushed slightly; the term "my wife" made her quite happy.
"Then why is that? You set up a barrier to conceal her presence and an invisibility formation, yet I didn't notice anything..."
Han Mang squinted his eyes, pondering for a moment. A fiery intent gradually rose in his gaze as he fixedly stared at Snow Cicada.
"Could it be that she is among the legendary..."
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