Son-in-law Heaven Emperor Xiao Yi

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"Shut the hell up!"

Xiao Yi spoke coldly, silencing the imperial garden.

Immediately after, a civil official cursed angrily, "Such vulgarity is disgraceful!"

"How can you speak such foul language in the Emperor's presence?"

"He must be punished, punished indeed!"

Sun Yao's face turned an iron shade of blue. This was the first time he had been publicly reprimanded like this in his life, and with a gloomy face, he said, "Xiao Yi, you're courting death!"

"Enough!"

Emperor Qian rebuked sharply, his face looking unpleasant as he said, "What behavior is this? I am still here, seated!"

Xiao Yi shrugged his shoulders, "Your Majesty, please, calm down!"

"Your Majesty, please, calm down!"

Sun Yao quickly responded, then turned to look at Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng, holding a sword, stood in the center of the imperial garden, watching Xiao Yi icily, "Master Xiao, could it be that you are afraid your swordsmanship is inferior to mine, and thus you dare not compete with me?"

"Afraid?"

Xiao Yi shook his head with a smile and said indifferently, "You are not worthy!"

"You..."

Jiang Feng became furious, knelt down to Emperor Qian, and exclaimed loudly, "I beseech Your Majesty to grant permission for this humble one to duel with Master Xiao!"

Emperor Qian's eyebrows were tightly knotted.

Cold light was flitting through his eyes.

Xiao Yi said calmly, "Jiang Feng, is it? You needn't trouble the Emperor. I have a disciple by the name of Tian Mang; if you can defeat him, then you'll be worthy of my guidance!"

"Where is Tian Mang?" asked Jiang Feng.

Xiao Yi looked at Emperor Qian, "Your Majesty, Tian Mang is just outside the palace!"

Emperor Qian rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Bring Tian Mang in!"

Master Qi said, "This servant will go at once!"

After a short while.

Tian Mang appeared in the imperial garden, his arms cradling a sword, eyes hollow and unseeing. Yet his heart held a clear mirror, as he respectfully greeted Emperor Qian and then faced Jiang Feng, "Is it you who wishes to challenge the master?"

"A blind man?"

Jiang Feng frowned at Tian Mang, his face showing a hue of humiliation as he looked at Xiao Yi, "Xiao Yi, letting a blind man compete with me in swordplay—is this not an insult to me?"

"Win first, then speak!" Xiao Yi responded lightly.

Jiang Feng, annoyed, looked at Tian Mang, "Blind man, if you can withstand three moves under my sword, I will spare your life!"

Tian Mang ignored Jiang Feng's provocation, simply turning to ask Xiao Yi, "Master, am I allowed to kill?"

Xiao Yi glanced at Emperor Qian and then said, "How can we kill at will in front of His Majesty?"

"Yes!"

Tian Mang nodded, his expression indifferent, the regret seeming to tinge his tone. His vacant eyes shifted onto Jiang Feng as he made an inviting gesture, "Draw your sword!"

Jiang Feng's face darkened, "You make the first move! If I were to strike, within three moves, your death would be certain!"

Tian Mang said, "If I make the first move, you won't have the chance to strike at all!"

Jiang Feng: "..."

Sun Yao snorted disdainfully, "Like master, like disciple. Master Xiao, I wonder if all the disciples of Xiaoshanhe Institute are as arrogantly naive as this one?"

Nangong Shengtian chuckled mockingly, "A blind man, daring to boast so grandly?"

"It seems Master Xiao's disciple is quite confident in himself! However, if he loses later on, it will certainly be quite the embarrassment!" Beitang Feng said mockingly, his fingers lightly tapping on the table surface.

Yang Ling said indifferently, "In a martial competition, we stop at the first hit!"

Sun Yao said, "Jiang Feng, since Yang Ling has spoken, just break his limbs and cripple his cultivation. Spare his life!"

"Yes!"

Jiang Feng agreed, and before his words trailed off, his figure suddenly moved.

Whoosh!

The sword leaped from its sheath, and in the next instant, Jiang Feng had appeared before Tian Mang.

Hum!

The longsword turned into a flash of silver, rushing towards Tian Mang in an instant. The sharp sword light, incredibly fast, was nearly reaching the realm of the first stage of Sword Intent and was about to slice through Tian Mang's body.

But at that moment...

Tian Mang's feet shook.

Swish!

Tian Mang brushed past Jiang Feng.

The two stood back to back.

"Hmm?"

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"That sword just now..."

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Among those present were surely no lack of experts, each of whom clearly saw everything that transpired in the moment of the clash between the two. Their gaze inevitably fell on the sword in Tian Mang's embrace, from which a drop of fresh blood was sliding down the scabbard.

Thud!

Jiang Feng's legs went soft, and he knelt directly on the ground, covering his dantian, hissing for breath.

That momentary exchange.

Tian Mang had already pierced his dantian!

Emperor Qian toyed with his wine cup.

He seemed indifferent to the outcome of the battle.

Qi gave one of the guards a meaningful look: "Drag him away!"

"Yes!"

Two guards immediately came forward, each taking one of Jiang Feng's arms, and led him away. Faintly, the onlookers heard a burst of vicious barking and the sounds of flesh being torn from where Jiang Feng was dragged. Clearly, Jiang Feng's repeated provocations had angered Emperor Qian.

After his cultivation was crippled, he was dragged away to be fed to the dogs!

Sun Yao's face was extremely ugly.

Tian Mang, without uttering a word, walked over to Xiao Yi, still holding the sword.
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Xiao Yi said with some dissatisfaction, "Your sword is still too slow. It must be swift enough to kill without a trace of blood. Once we return, your training will be tripled!"

Tian Mang expressionlessly acknowledged with a grunt.

Xiao Yi smiled and looked at Sun Yao, "A sword prodigy from the Shanhe Martial Arts Academy, not so impressive after all!"

"Hmph!"

Sun Yao snorted coldly, his face ashen.

Jiang Feng was a swordsmanship seedling he had brought from the military, hoping to cultivate him well in Shanhe Martial Arts Academy, but never expected to end up feeding him to dogs.

He glowered at Xiao Yi, his teeth clenched in fury.

On this day's first confrontation, he had indeed come off worse.

But with Emperor Qian present, he was also not in a position to make a scene, and could only swallow his grievances.

After the third round of drinks and five flavors of dishes.

Emperor Qian glanced in Yang Ling's direction.

Yang Ling immediately understood and asked, "Nangong, Master Nalan... I've heard that the prices at your pharmacies have been dropping for many days now, why is that?"

"Here it comes!"

Nangong Shengtian and Nalan Qianqiu tensed inside.

The gathered individuals' bodies shuddered slightly.

They set down their wine cups.

Clearly, this was the real reason behind this evening's moon-viewing banquet. Emperor Qian intended to intervene in the dispute between the two families!

Thinking to himself, Nangong Shengtian felt certain of victory and thus was unwilling to cease his efforts, casually responding, "It's merely normal commercial competition!"

Nalan Qianqiu also said, "We've just accumulated too much stock in the warehouse, so we decided to lower the prices to clear the inventory, that's all."

Both men had their own schemes.

One was confident of victory, hoping to swallow up the Treasure Pavilion in the process.

The other thought of the trap they had painstakingly set, which was about to yield results, how could they possibly back down now?

Unseen, there was a tacit cooperation between the two.

Yang Ling frowned slightly and looked at Emperor Qian.

Emperor Qian squinted his eyes and asked, "You two still have a lot of stock in your warehouses?"

Nangong Shengtian replied, "There's quite a bit left!"

Nalan Qianqiu nodded, "We've stockpiled too much before!"

This was a refusal of the royal intervention.

Everyone hardly dared to breathe.

All waited for Emperor Qian to state his position.

After a moment...

Emperor Qian squinted his eyes and waved his hand, "Dismiss everyone!"

Nangong Shengtian and Nalan Qianqiu both sighed a sigh of relief; Emperor Qian's gesture meant he did not plan to get involved.

"Farewell to Your Majesty!"

"We take our leave!"

People got up one after another and left.

Emperor Qian squinted his eyes, waiting until everyone had gone before reopening them.

Yang Ling said, "Father, about this matter..."

Emperor Qian chuckled, waved his hand to interrupt him, and looked down to fiddle with the wine cup, saying indifferently, "Since they want to fight, let them fight! No matter how fierce a dog I raise, it cannot escape the control of a true dragon..."

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