Chapter Forty-Four: Stealing Love with a Horizontal Sword
that your efforts and schemes should surpass those of a living master">When he said this, Jiang Wang was also secretly warning himself. Yun You Weng's countless lifetimes of effort had all ended in fa...The annual ancestral rites of the Lian clan unfolded amidst a cacophony of celebration, a spectacle of such grand proportions that it rivaled any event South City had witnessed in recent years.
This grand ceremony, named "Ancestor Veneration," is actually a proclamation of the unyielding sanctity of the Lian Clan's Armory as sacred ground.
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To the world, proclaim that the Liang family still possesses the ability to forge renowned artifacts.
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As the blacksmith who forged the longspear of longing, Lian Que is undoubtedly today's protagonist.
Crouching on the platform from beginning to end, like a clay puppet, waiting to be worshipped and dressed up.
Jiang Wang, as a guest, watched the entire process with ease. Comfortably seated, he silently admired the expressions on Lian Que's ugly face.
From exhilaration to numbness, it was all within just a morning.
After a long and tedious ceremony that lasted throughout the morning, the first stage was finally completed.
Only then was the sparrow allowed to move.
As the maker of longing, he personally wove and bound Chang Xiang Si's silken cords.
After everything was settled, a member of the Lian family presented the scabbard specially crafted for Chang Xiangsi.
The swallow returns, its sword sheathed. Longing is like a dragon swimming in the vast ocean, emitting a clear and long sigh. The treasured sword is hidden in its scabbard, biding its time and conserving its brilliance.
At this time, Lian Zhucheng took over Chang Xiangsi and personally presented it to the altar.
After the prayers to heaven and earth, the formal ceremony of ancestor worship begins.
Needless to say how busy it was, after another two hours of formalities were completed. Only then did Lian Que rub his legs and get up to go invite Chang Xiangsi down to deliver Jiang Wang. This would be the last step.
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Just then, from far to near, a voice suddenly rang out: "Prince Fourteen has arrived!"
A crowd quickly parted to make way, bowing as they went.
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The lark heard the sound and its eyebrows furrowed, quickening its pace.
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But an elder of the household stood silently in front of the altar, lightly rebuking, "The prince has arrived, and you still haven't greeted him promptly. Where is your decorum"
The Sparrow shifted to the left and squeezed forward. "You can welcome whoever you want, with your precious artifact in front, I'll just finish the ceremony first."
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"Presumptuous!" the patriarch thundered, "To dare be so insolent after merely forging a renowned weapon! Do you still have your family and the imperial court in your eyes"
Even though Lianque was slow-witted, he knew this wasn't right. He didn't argue with the elder. Instead, he turned to Lianzhiping and said, "Clan leader! Is this your meaning"
But Lian Zhu Ping did not speak, bowing deeply in greeting: "Welcome, Fourteenth Prince!"
Jiang Wang saw from afar that something was amiss. Just as he was about to go up and inquire, a palanquin had already approached the front of the stage.
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The ten bearers were all cultivators at the Heavenly Transcendence Realm.
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As the sedan chair's curtain was lifted, a man in a purple robe with gold powder on his face stepped down.
He is Qi Emperor's fourteenth son, Jiang Wuyang.
Those from Qi prized purple, considering it the most valuable color. Those who wore purple were mostly kings, nobles, and high officials.
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He alighted from his palanquin and ignored the crowd, walking straight towards the high platform.
With sleeves fluttering and steps graceful, one carries oneself with the ease of royalty.
He stepped onto the platform and at a glance saw the Chang'e Sword on display. His expression was joyful: "Such a fine weapon! It truly pleases my heart!"
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Saying that, he wanted to continue forward.
The humble sparrowhawk stepped in front of him, unafraid and respectful. "Your Royal Highness," she said, "this sword already has an owner."
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Before the Fourteenth Prince could speak, it was that same elder who reached out and grabbed at Liànquè: "Who are you to speak With the Fourteenth Prince present, how dare you be so bold!"
The sparrow hawk turned around, striking with a punch. The Heaven and Earth Gate swung open, and a gust of wind swirled as a fiery furnace seemed to ignite within his body, leaping and surging.
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"The old coot, Lian Lu Yue! Are you never going to stop"
The Lian clan's Casting Soldiers School was not renowned for its martial prowess, and this family head was merely at the peak of the Tenglong realm.
The claws clashed with each other, resulting in a draw.
The elderly Jia Lao Lü Yue never expected Lian Que to fight back. His face flushed with anger and he roared, "You insolent child!"
“Calm down!” Of course, Liàn Zhùpíng couldn’t let things escalate again. He immediately stepped forward, standing between Liànquè and Liàn Lüyè.
"At the same time, he scolded Lian Que: "Be honest with me!"
“Who is being dishonest” Lian Que was so angry her face turned beet red: “This artifact has nothing to do with you. It’s used for sacrificial purposes, and Jiang Wang is already showing kindness by offering it. What right do you have to decide its ownership”
"Aren't you a member of my Lian family Wasn't everything you've learned passed down from our Lian family's secrets Didn't the resources for your sword forging come from our Lian family And wasn't the ancient furnace used for your sword forging inherited by our Lian family through generations"
Lian Zhu-ping asked sharply, "Now you say it has nothing to do with the Lian clan"
“From the very beginning, I was forging the sword for Jiang Wang! Jiang Wang participated in every step of the process. A divine weapon forged by Heaven and Man! This sword belongs to Jiang Wang, it always has! It doesn't belong to any of you, not even to me!”
Lian Lu Yue said coldly from the side, "You did indeed promise to forge weapons for him back then, but you never specified which weapon you would forge. This sword of longing and release is set aside, and besides, forging another sword with your whole heart for him wouldn't be considered a breach of trust."
Lian Que looked at him angrily: "You can say it like that, but can things really be done this way Are we just going to throw away the face of the Lian family"
The chieftain, Lian Zhuping, slapped Lian Que, knocking him to the ground. "Is this what you should be saying"
"Alright." Jiang Wuyang smiled, "This prince merely came to see the newly famed weaponry from Qi's renowned armory. What are you all so excited about Stand aside and let me take a closer look."
Lord Jianlu immediately stepped aside: "Your Highness, please enjoy."
Ginger Wuyong strode calmly, at that moment a voice rang out from behind: “You’d best stop.”
The sound was not loud, but extremely harsh.
"Who are you" Jiang Wuyong turned his head, looking at Jiang Wang with a playful expression.
Since the Tianfu Secret Realm ended not long ago, he came to Changxiangsi again. He couldn't possibly not know Jiang Wang.
This kind of question is purely expressing contempt.
Even within the Divine Ability Inner Palace, for the Qi Kingdom royal family, it wasn't a big deal. Let alone just a seed of the Divine Ability Inner Palace!
"You don't need to know who I am. You just need to know..." Jiang Wang stood up from his seat and pointed with his hand at the long sword on the altar: "That is my sword!"
When hanging above the frame, thoughts of longing suddenly surge!
Jiang Wuyang couldn't help but feel delighted instead of angry, and he couldn't help but praise again: "What a fine sword!"
"Mine," Jiang Wang continued.
"What's yours You stand on the soil of Qi, your body is in the state of Qi. Everything in Qi belongs to the surname Jiang!" Jiang Wuyong said calmly: "It's the surname Jiang passed down from the ancient sage emperors of the State of Qi. It's not you, some unknown branch...do you even deserve the surname Jiang"
“Everything in Qi State truly belongs to the surname Jiang, it's a pity it doesn't belong to your Jiang Wuyong.” As that voice rang out, a large man with eyes nearly squeezed shut entered.
He seemed to be in a hurry, his clothes slightly wrinkled.
His obese figure also made his words seem lacking in authority.
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But as he walked, the crowd parted to make way for him.
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He looked at the Fourteenth Prince, Jiang Wuyong, with a smirk, not a hint of awe in his expression: "You want to represent Qi, are you not afraid your older brothers and sisters will spank you"
It is indeed Chongxuan's triumph!
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He was in Linzi, the capital of Qi, attending to matters when he heard that Jiang Wuyong was coming from Yaocheng in the south. He immediately put aside his work and went to meet him personally.
Finally arrived at Nanyao City in time and personally supported Jiang Wang!
Even before he spoke, he had quietly communicated with Jiang Wang.
Therefore, as soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Wang readily chimed in, "This is the Fourteenth Prince. How dare you speak to him like that"
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Zhonghuan Sheng deliberately put his hand to his mouth and leaned towards Jiang Wang, pretending to whisper: “The Imperial Family is certainly noble. But our Emperor has nine daughters and seventeen sons. Besides the Crown Prince, the most recognized outstanding ones are the Third Princess, the Ninth Prince, and the Eleventh Prince. There's just no position for the Fourteenth Prince.”
"But I'm different! Right now, it's just me and Chongxuan Zun fighting for control of the entire Chongxuan family. I have half of the Chongxuan family, but he, Jiang Wuyong, only has the status of an imperial prince. While the imperial family is noble, there can only be one supreme ruler. This one will undoubtedly be utterly powerless. You think I'm afraid of him"
He feigned a whisper, pretending to speak softly, yet his voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.
Even with a face covered in gold powder, Jiang Wuyang was fuming red with anger.
But Chong Xuan's words are also true, at least about his part with Jiang Wuyang.
The struggle for the throne was incredibly fierce. With his abilities, how could he dare to claim he represented the State of Qi
Luckily, as a prince, he was naturally not lacking in loyal servants to protect him.
“This is the sword forged by my Li clan,” said Elder Li Luyue of the Li clan. “Even if His Highness Prince Fourteen wants it only for admiration, or even to keep it in his collection, my Li clan has always been loyal to the Imperial Court, how could we refuse”
At this point, the sparrow had clambered to its feet. The anger in its eyes remained undimmed, and now, its fury seemed almost tangible, a blazing inferno that threatened to burst from its sockets.
Only seeing him point his finger, he sliced his palm open and held up his bleeding left palm high, shouting: “I swear in the name of a swordsmith! This sword named Chang Xiangsi belongs to Jiang Wang! It has nothing to do with me, Lian Que, nor with the Lian Clan! The Lian Clan has no right to decide its ownership!”
Lian Lu Yue scolded, “The clan leader is still here! The Lian clan is not yet your turn to make a statement! Honestly, get down!”
"Hehehe." Chongxuan laughed derisively.
At first, Jiang Wang ignored the advice and refused to maximize his profits. He insisted on returning the life card. He couldn't say anything about it. In the end, Lian Que forged a famous weapon, which could be considered a happy ending for everyone.
As a result, the Li clan’s actions created many disturbances. When they held a grand ancestral rites ceremony, someone without any sense or direction came out to offer a sword as a gift.
These guys surnamed Lian are simply getting worse as they live. Chong Xuan Sheng has long disliked them.
At this moment, he showed no mercy and said coldly: “There’s no need to play games here. No matter how you act, the Li family, please remember one thing: whoever dares to touch what Jiang Wang possesses, I, Chong Xuan Sheng, will go all out and make sure they pay dearly!”
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As one of the heirs to Chongxuan, Chongxuan Sheng's words carry significant weight.
"I didn't sing a duet with them!" Lian Que suddenly shouted, his expression filled with grief and indignation.
He looked around from the platform.
What one sees is the incomprehension of the Lian family members, the anger of the elders. What one sees is the mockery of the outsiders observing, and the disdain like that of Chong Xuan Sheng.
Of course, how could he possibly be unaware Everyone would think so. As the only armorer in the Lian family for nearly fifty years to forge a famous weapon, and the one who personally forged Chang Xiangsi, how could Lian Que be oblivious to Lian's plan to offer the sword to Jiang Wuyong
Everyone thinks that way.
Just like back then, everyone thought he survived from the Heavenly Mansion Secret Realm by fawning over others.
No one would listen to his explanation.
Nobody would believe him.
All that is base, treacherous, and shameless should be attributed to Lian's depravity. It all stems from him.
What he was thinking at this moment, outsiders couldn't tell.
People could only see, their eyes wide with astonishment—
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Lian Que's expression was one of anger and grief as he looked around. Finally, he only looked at Jiang Wang and said, "Brother Jiang, I cannot bear this humiliation! I also have no face to see you humiliated!"
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