Chapter Forty-Seven: Mountains, Rivers

know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!He sensed something was amiss, so he quietly followed him. His intention was to hitch a ride with the seemingly extraordinary Jiang Wang, ho...A sound incredibly faint.

Sound, in terms of hearing, ripped through the darkness, in terms of sight.

On the high platform, it was as if nothing had happened. Only Jiang Wang and Jiang Wuyang stood facing each other, their swords pointed at one another.

The tips of their swords met, Chang Xiangsi's against the waist of the beauty.

They only clashed once, and so gently.

A huge surge of air suddenly spread out, like a gust of wind blowing through, causing those with weaker cultivation on the ground to sway precariously.

Jiang Wang and Jiang Wuyang each retreated separately.

Ginger was surprised.

He evidently hadn't expected that Jiang Wang would be able to withstand his palm strike of blinding purple energy and still resist his Grand Qi Imperial Court swordsmanship.

But when he withdrew, his eyes were already tinged with purple.

The supreme cultivation technique he practiced was the Purple Microcosm Heaven's Scripture, the highest technique of the Daqi imperial family.

Swordsmanship, martial arts, Taoism, ocular techniques... encompassing all, dominating all sects.

He has almost no weaknesses, which is also why he disdains the so-called winners of the Heavenly Treasure Secret Realm.

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However, Jiang Wang only retreated half a step before spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood. At the cost of being injured, he forcibly stopped his retreat.

Above his snow-white hair, thorny apparitions sprouted.

Thorns obstruct the path ahead.

A searing pain surged, but Jiang Wang's eyes cleared instead.

The art of the thorny crown!

The effect is that the power of the next spell will be amplified.

He had very high expectations for Jiang Wu Yong's strength. When he swung the Sun, Moon, and Stars Sword, he was already prepared for this magical technique.

To withdraw from injury is naturally to lose an opportunity.

As the crown of thorns appeared, three flames bloomed before Jiang Wuyang.

In his violet eyes, he clearly sensed that the one in the middle held power surpassing all others.

The amethyst eyes remained fixed, and the core of the flame flower had been expelled from its source of power. It dissipated into nothingness.

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And then, the graceful figure of a woman, with her slender waist, flashed past, effortlessly severing the other two blossoms of flame.

But in the next instant, his hair stood on end!

Because Jiang Wang is here with his sword drawn!

He came from the small town of Zhuang in a distant land.

He walked out from a death domain sunk into the netherworld.

An eighteen-year-old boy, alone in a foreign country, traverses mountains and rivers, forging his sword and refining his heart.

Every day, I'm giving it my all.

Every step is taken to become stronger.

This sword, it embodies the journey of ten thousand miles, every mountain and river he crossed.

> It is precisely because of all that he has experienced that Jiang Wang became who he is today.

Mountains and rivers, the sword!

Jiāng Wúyōng thought about avoiding the limelight for a while, but he found that he couldn't escape it at all.

This sword is too far away.

He strained his sword, but the woman's waist was gently brushed aside.

This sword is too heavy.

As if heaven and earth were united, mountains tumbled, and rivers rushed.

Jiang Wuyong frantically searched for a solution, scouring his mind for any magical or extraordinary techniques.

But he stood there, as still as a statue.

The tip of the sword of longing pointed directly at his brow.

Just a little push forward, and everything he has will be gone.

He lost!

The platform was silent, and below it lay a scene of utter stillness.

The son of the Daqi royal family, the fourteenth son of the current emperor, actually lost to a peer in the duel

So far, only Wang Yiwu, a disciple of the great Qi general Jiang Mengxiong, has achieved such a feat in public.

And the opponent he faced was the even more powerful Ninth Prince, Jiang Wu Xie.

But what kind of person was Wang Yiwu He was praised by the god of war, Jiang Mengxiong, as the number one genius in the world. It's even within everyone's acceptance range that he defeated royal family members.

How can this Jiang Wang compare to him

The crowd looked at each other in astonishment, speechless.

Lian's patriarch, Lian Lü Yue, widened his eyes in disbelief.

The chieftain, Lian Zhu Ping, had a flicker in his eyes. Suddenly, he felt that the previously idyllic prospect of cooperation didn't seem quite right anymore.

Besides Chong Xuan Sheng, perhaps no one could have imagined such an ending.

Jiang Wang pointed his sword at Jiang Wuyang: "The reason I agreed to fight you is to tell you that the world's treasures should not be possessed by those who are virtuous. This is just a pretense of cleverness and aggression. Who owns the treasure, it should belong to them."

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The so-called morality should not be defined by you.

Wei is not German.

Might is might, virtue is virtue.

You use your power to bully and steal love, which is a sign of immorality.

You are skilled at provoking, yet you end up defeated and lose all prestige. It is a testament to your own folly.

The royal family of Great Qi is so noble. But you are not only without virtue, but also without power.

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What I have seen is the shame of all families!

The word is sharper than the sword, even before it is unsheathed.

To avoid further humiliation, Jiang Wuyong dared not move rashly. He gritted his teeth and said, "The winner is king and the loser is a bandit. Whatever you say goes!"

Upon seeing his imposing presence, Jiang Wang let out a calm smile and sheathed his long sword.

"Are you even worthy of the Jiang surname"

Regardless of how humiliated Jiang Wuyang was here. Under the stage, Chong Xuan Sheng had already extended his big hand to the pale-faced middle-aged man, like a grim reaper: "Hurry up! Pay up if you lose!"

As for the eunuch serving under Jiang Wuyang, he was expressionless. He took out two jade slips and a box of Myriad Yuan stones, placing them in that plump hand which almost poked his face.

Heavy Xuan first checked the jade slip, then opened the box and counted them carefully, verifying that they were ten Wanyuan stones in good condition.

Then he burst out laughing and said, "Looking forward to playing again next time!"

Amidst the curious stares of the crowd, the sedan chair bearers lifted the palanquin once more and hurried away with the Fourteenth Prince.

Even after leaving Nanyao City, Jiang Wuyong's face remained grim.

To be defeated in public and called a disgrace to the Qi family is simply an immense humiliation!

And the series of negative consequences that stemmed from this, are losses he simply has to consider.

He was furious, and for a moment didn't know to whom he should vent his anger.

This is a test.

Now that he was away from the crowd, Jiang Wuyong finally shed some of his inhibitions and gritted his teeth angrily: "If it weren't for my father's favoritism, the two strongest parts of the Heavenly Mandate Purple Star Sutra, the Heavenly Scripture and Earthly Classics, wouldn't have been passed down to me. How could I be reduced to this today"

He slammed his fist on the seat in anger.

“If I were allowed to cultivate just one scripture, that mere Jiang Wang would be easily obliterated with a flick of my hand. I wouldn't suffer this humiliation!”

"Silence, Your Highness," the chief eunuch said sternly. "The Heavenly and Terrestrial Texts are to be studied only by the Crown Prince."

"Stop trying to fool me with empty words!" Jiang Wuyong became even angrier: "Then how did my third sister, ninth brother, and eleventh brother cultivate"

The chief eunuch was in a difficult position: “They…”

"It's nothing more than the powerful influence of her family! Our Jiang Dynasty will surely fall to these relatives!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the ten sedan chair carriers froze abruptly, their mouths opening involuntarily, blood gushing out, forming ten bloody lines that surged into the sedan.

Every finger of the grand eunuch was connected by a bloodline. When he clenched his ten fingers, the bloodlines vanished instantly.

Ten palanquin bearers, along with their palanquins, crashed to the ground.

In the midst of the commotion, the eunuch remained utterly still.

But Jiang Wuyang's face turned very ugly.

"Your Highness," the chief eunuch said in a low voice, "Have you considered what impact these words might have on you if they were to spread"

The

last year the Ninth Prince was defeated by Wang Yiwu, considering that Highness's usual extremism, have you heard of him being so out of control

"It's nothing to be discouraged by a temporary setback. In this struggle for the throne, are you afraid of falling behind even more Today's humiliation may very well be the springboard for your future glory. At the very least, the other princes will become complacent and less wary of you, no longer seeing you as a threat."

"But if you can't even control this much emotion, and keep speaking out of turn, we should leave the capital as soon as possible and become wealthy recluses. That way, we avoid the day when I die alongside you in the streets. It would also give the hundreds of people in the palace a chance at survival!"

Jiang Wuyang tightly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had calmed down.

"Lone, understood!" effect of striking Xia Guo, we still need to see what kind of outcome this battle will have in the end,"Zhong Xuan Zhu Liang was often the one who strategized with Zhong Xuan Sheng, it can be said th...