Volume 1 Chapter 377 A Young Master

There is not a trace of demonic energy on this battlefield, so it must be the work of a strong human.

It’s a pity that Fang Zhe could only find out this much. Too much time had passed, and trying to find the murderer was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Moreover, now is the critical moment of the Ten Thousand Dynasties National War. All the people with a little status in the Jinchan Sect are focusing their attention on the Ten Thousand Dynasties National War and have no extra power to investigate this matter.

After all, the murderer had the ability to kill the strong man Liuchuan in Qianyuan Realm. If the disciples in the sect were to investigate, it would be tantamount to committing suicide.

As a result, after Fang Zhe explained the matter, the leader and elders of the Jinchan Sect were all furious and cursed, but they were powerless and could only put the matter aside for the time being and deal with the Wanchao National War later.

Fang Zhe suddenly remembered something, and he bowed and said, "Master, there is one more thing I overlooked. The disciple Bai Li once said that when they went to enforce the law and arrived at the palace of the Dayun Empire, they encountered a top-level expert;

Although the man was dressed in rags and looked shabby, he was extremely powerful and forced the Fifth Elder back with one palm strike. Could the Fifth Elder's death be related to him?"

Upon hearing this, Linghu Fei, the leader of the Jinchan Sect, frowned slightly, thought for a moment and said, "I understand. We will discuss everything after the Wanchao National War is over. No one who offends our Jinchan Sect will have an easy life."

The sect leader had spoken, and the elders nodded and let it go.

The Ten Thousand Dynasties War was almost coming to an end at this time. Once the strongest countries were ranked and the eight major forces had distributed the prizes, they would begin to recruit talents from the victorious dynasties into the sect.

The eight top sects that command the human race are the Tianyuan Sect, the Jinchan Sect, the Huanxi Sect, the Luohua Valley, the Jixian Sword Sect, the Yushou Sect, the Tianlei Holy Land, and the Hall of Heroes.

On the surface, among the eight major sects, Tianyuan Sect is the strongest, and is the leader of the eight sects, followed by Jinchan Sect. The two sects have been fighting for the position of the leader of the eight sects, which has led to discord between them and they can be considered enemies.

When the senior leaders see this, they would at most say a few sarcastic words to disgust the other party, but if the disciples saw this, there is a high possibility that someone would be killed.

Luohua Valley and Jixian Sword Sect do not fight or quarrel, while the Beast Taming Sect and Tianlei Holy Land are too overbearing, so normally other sects would avoid provoking them if they could. However, the people from Huanxi Sect and Hall of Heroes are elusive and abnormal.

It can be said that the eight major sects are equally powerful, and none of them is simple. What determines the future strength of the eight major sects is the Ten Thousand Dynasties National War.

All disciples of the eight major sects need to be selected from the Ten Thousand Dynasties National War, and the eight sects select from the Ten Thousand Nations at the same time. The randomness is too great.

Therefore, every time when the time of the Ten Thousand Dynasties National War came, the top leaders of the eight major sects would focus on selecting disciples, trying their best to not miss any talented disciples in any dynasty, secretly remembering them in their hearts, and then when selecting disciples, they would extend an olive branch and compete with other sects.

In the end, it is up to the other party to choose which sect he wants to join.

If a large number of talented disciples in a class enter other sects, it will be a huge loss for their own sect, and after many years, they will definitely be defeated by the other sect.

For various reasons, no one will underestimate the Wanchao National War, and every disciple who enters the sect will be taken very seriously.

Time passed quietly. On this day, maids carrying hot water were coming in and out of a room in the Jiang Mansion. Outside the room, Zhen Yueling was supporting Jiang Yue, whose face was full of vicissitudes, and waiting anxiously. Jiang Fei, who had a head full of white hair, stood there calmly, motionless, and waiting quietly.

Suddenly, a loud baby cry was heard in the room. At this moment, Jiang Yue and Zhen Yueling showed joy on their faces, as if a heavy weight had fallen from their hearts. Jiang Fei could not help but tremble with his hands and felt excited.

Soon, a plump middle-aged midwife came out with a small baby wrapped in a plum blossom quilt, and said with a big smile on her face, "Oh, congratulations, my lord, congratulations, my lord, on the birth of your son!"

Jiang Yue's smile almost overflowed when he heard this, and he hurried over and shouted, "Quick, let me see, let me hug you!"

As a result, Zhen Yueling quickly pulled him back and scolded him, "Why are you making such a fuss? It's not your child, is it your turn to hold him?"

Jiang Yue looked embarrassed. Although he was extremely curious, he still stopped. The child was handed to Jiang Fei by the midwife. Jiang Fei looked down and saw that the child had opened his eyes. Although there was still some blood on his face, his facial features were distinct. Just from the look in his eyes, he could tell that the child was very similar to himself.

Jiang Fei reached out and took the child in a daze, looking at him for a long time without saying a word. The child just looked at him curiously, without blinking, without crying or making a fuss.

Finally, Jiang Fei couldn't help but said, "Good boy, good boy..."

After saying that, Jiang Fei carried him into the room, and regardless of the midwife's obstruction, he walked straight to his wife Susan, who was lying on the bed with sweat all over her face and pale, and placed the child next to her.

Susan didn't have time to look at the child. She just tried to hold Jiang Fei's arm tightly with both hands and said in a trembling voice: "My Lord, give the child a name."

Jiang Fei also looked at her seriously and said, "I have already thought about it. I will use the word 'Li' and call her Jiang Li."

"Jiang Li...Jiang Li?" Susan's heart ached after she realized what was happening. Tears welled up in her eyes. She opened her mouth and said, "No... No... Lord, I don't like this name. Can you change it?"

Jiang Fei looked at the child, shook his head slowly and said, "That's it."

Susan closed her eyes, knowing that Jiang Fei had made up his mind, she turned her head away sadly and then went to look at the child.

In the Imperial Palace and the Imperial Garden, the sun is warm today and it is most comfortable to bask in the sun. Xiang Yun drags Qin Su, Zhen Rou, Ling Zhi, Song Yun, Miao Hanzhi, Fang Rui, Qing Dai, Wang Jiaojiao, Little Sunflower and others to the Imperial Garden to bask in the sun, drink tea, eat cakes and play with the babies. They are so happy.

Xiang Yun was smiling as he held up the sunflower and played with it, saying, "Come on, call me father~ Say father."

Wang Jiaojiao, who was standing by, looked a little uncomfortable, obviously worried that Xiang Yun might drop the child. At this time, Qin Su, who was pregnant, said jokingly, "Your Majesty, how can the child speak when he is not even one year old?"

Xiang Yun looked at her with a smile, his eyes full of love, and freed a hand to put on her belly and said: "When this child is born, I believe he will call me father as soon as he is born, don't you think so?"

When everyone heard Xiang Yun talking such childish words, they couldn't help laughing out loud.

At this time, a young palace maid hurried over, greeted everyone three meters away and said, "Your Majesty, Marquis Shenwu gave birth to a little marquis half an hour ago. I came to report it."

Xiang Yun was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly asked: "A young master? Not bad, not bad, I should reward..."