Chapter 275 I'm Not Afraid of Her
With each step Nangong Ming took forward, the air pressure grew stronger, causing Su Feng's muscles to tense. Nangong Ming stopped five steps away and asked, "Do you think your current strength is enough to contend with his Tai'a swordsmanship?"
Su Feng suddenly looked up. Sensing danger, his right hand instinctively pressed on the hilt of his sword, drawing it from its sheath. The azure sword light instantly illuminated the rain.
Nangong Ming's movement of raising his hand and swinging his sword was swift and decisive. Instantly, a massive wave of energy emanated from him, severing the rain pillar that connected heaven and earth.
The white smoke from the evaporating water vapor drifted in all directions, and the invisible soda water transformed into sharp sword energy, the form of Tai'a swordsmanship, formless and water-like.
Masters of the Heavenly Secrets Technique can create paintings by drawing from shadows.
Masters can use their energy to record the techniques of others, even those of the lowest level, and then reproduce them.
However, only a small portion of the power of the Nine Schools of Arts could be recorded by Lin Ying's painting, but this small portion was enough for Nangong Ming.
He can perfectly replicate Zhong Li Ci's Tai'a sword technique by copying his image. He can control all the nine types of techniques within Nangong Ming's skill range.
The Tai'a sword energy that was attacking Su Feng at this moment was exactly the same as the Tai'a sword energy that Zhong Li Ci had used earlier today.
The sound of a sword whistling like a tiger's roar filled Su Feng's ears. The sound was so sharp that it almost pierced his eardrums. The sound of the sword alone was enough to freeze the air around him, making him unable to move.
The two were only five steps apart.
In that brief moment, Su Feng made the best judgment. He pushed his divine soul core to its limit and immediately switched to wielding the sword with both hands. He also used the sound of the sword to break through the fixed qi array. When his body regained its freedom, the Tai'a sword qi rushed to his eyes, causing his exposed skin to burst open and blood to splatter.
Su Feng's Azure Cloud Sword clashed head-on with the Tai'a sword energy. The azure sword energy soared into the sky, and countless sword energy phantoms unfolded in front of Su Feng into a fan-shaped sword formation.
The Art of War: The Broken Sword Formation.
The young man's dark pupils suddenly contracted, reflecting a golden light, as he exhaled a breath.
The art of military strategy and the art of transcending curses.
Black and gold runes spread across Su Feng's face and hands, granting him greater power and briefly raising his Light Core Realm from the tenth to the eleventh realm.
However, the moment the broken sword formation materialized, it was shattered by the Tai'a sword energy unleashed by Nangong Ming.
Although the broken sword formation was shattered, it had already blocked most of the power of the Tai'a sword energy. The Qingyun sword was once again entangled by the Tai'a sword energy, emitting a crisp sword cry.
Su Feng's hands gripping the sword trembled violently, and invisible sword energy pierced through his body, impacting his soul and qi. In the blink of an eye, he was thrown out at the center of the massive shockwave, rolling several times in the torrential rain before coming to a stop in the middle of the road.
Tinnitus left his brain with only a buzzing sound. A mouthful of blood choked in his throat and gushed out. Su Feng lost consciousness for a brief moment, his eyes lifeless.
The golden runes on his hands gradually faded away.
Nangong Ming, his body spotless and expressionless, drew his sword and walked toward Su Feng, who was now incapacitated.
Han Bing frowned slightly upon seeing this and was about to step forward, but Cao Yan stopped him. He gently shook his head, indicating that Han Bing could not go over.
Everyone else in the Prince's mansion lowered their heads, not daring to look at him for long.
Han Ziyang, standing behind the street, looked thoughtful.
Although he didn't see Zhongli Ci make a move today, he could still sense the power of that sword strike.
If it weren't for Su Feng's two Heavenly Secret Techniques at the crucial moment, plus his own quick reaction, he probably wouldn't be lying on the ground intact right now.
Han Ziyang wasn't interested in the father-son argument; what mattered to him was Nangong Ming's strength.
The Master's Heavenly Secret Technique of Imitation and Reproduction is the recording of the power of other people's low-level techniques and then reproducing them.
It looks like a replica of someone else's low-level technique, but the power of the replicated technique must be within the caster's ability to withstand.
Nine-tiered techniques that exceed one's own skill level cannot be copied or reproduced by imitation.
The fact that Nangong Ming was able to replicate Zhongli Ci's Tai'a sword technique by copying his image suggests that his strength may be superior to Zhongli Ci's.
Zhongli Ci is one of the three war gods of the military strategists, and also a master of the thirteen realms of military strategy.
None of the three war gods known as the strategists broke through to sainthood; they were all at the thirteenth realm.
They are called war gods because of their achievements on the battlefield.
Although there are rumors that Zhongli Ci possesses the strength of a Saint, but is unable to break through the barrier, it is difficult to discern the truth of this claim. In Han Ziyang's view, it is mostly false.
If Zhongli Ci were to break through to a higher realm, he would not hesitate but would immediately break through to become a saint in order to better protect the Zhongli family.
But the rumors that Nangong Ming could not break through his defenses have proven true today.
Han Ziyang grew up in a Legalist-dominated region, receiving more information than ordinary people from a young age. He was very knowledgeable about the situation of the six states and the famous scholars of the nine schools of thought.
However, all of this was taught to him by the Han clan patriarch.
In fact, during the days after the clan leader's death, when Han Ziyang was considered the murderer and was being hunted down, he did not contact Nangong Ming, but rather his wife, Han Changrou.
He knew, of course, that Han Changrou was Nangong Ming's wife, but he never expected that Nangong Ming would come to the Legalist school's territory in person.
Nangong Ming was renowned, and during the time Han Ziyang spent with him, he gained a deeper understanding of the man.
Seeing that Nangong Ming had already walked up to Su Feng, Han Ziyang slowly walked forward.
Su Feng lay on the ground, the torrential rain pounding heavily on his face, but the pain was negligible at this moment.
His eyes were bloodshot, raindrops clung to his eyelashes, and he blinked with difficulty, trying to see the people around him, but he could only see a tall, blurry shadow that he would have to look up to for the rest of his life.
Nangong Ming casually flicked the longsword at his face; the blade sank into the ground and stood upright.
The fleeting glint of sword light made Su Feng close his eyes. He heard Nangong Ming say, "If you were to face Zhong Li Ci, at least you wouldn't lose too badly."
The tone of his words was calm, but Su Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and the five fingers that were pressing against the ground and trying to get up also relaxed.
Nangong Ming turned and left, and Cao Yan and the others immediately followed, draping his coat over him.
Han Bing stood in front of the mansion gate and instructed the steward: "Take him away and call Physician Chen to come and take a look."
The steward bowed his head and accepted the order.
When Nangong Ming saw Han Ziyang return, he simply raised his chin and asked, "How was your time?"
Han Ziyang replied, "I had a great time."
Nangong Ming: "Then let's go. Come with me to see His Majesty."
He remained elegant, as if he himself had not been the one who had just unleashed such a domineering and ruthless sword strike.
Han Ziyang walked forward beside him, glancing back at Su Feng, who had completely fainted.
The father's lesson to the son was what it seemed to be, but Han Ziyang could discern something else in it.
Nangong Ming must have known that he was watching from the side. If he really wanted to discipline his child, he wouldn't do it in front of others.
That move of drawing a picture from a reflection was probably meant for him.
Taiyi.
A thick fog descended on Taiyi tonight. Yu Sui looked out the window from the upper floor of the dormitory. The vast expanse of crimson peach blossoms that could usually be seen in the distance were now hidden in the fog.
She placed the wind-listening ruler beside her and glanced at it every now and then.
Elder Yan's men are very reliable. When Nangong Ming went to Bingjia Chongtai to pick up Qingkui, he had already ordered the area around Bingjia Chongtai to be cleared. Even so, Elder Yan's men still managed to find out what happened at the time.
Zhong Li Ci directly severed Qing Kui's arm, which surprised Yu Sui in the slightest.
When she learned the extent of Zhong Li Que's hand injury, she harbored murderous intent towards Qing Kui. If her initial deduction was correct, Zhong Li Ci's allowing Zhong Li Que to secretly watch him practice swordsmanship was precisely to ensure his daughter learned swordsmanship.
Qingkui directly crippled Zhongli Que's sword-wielding hand, and Zhongli Ci was not about to let it go.
Even if, due to various reasons, he had to cut off one of his arms, Zhongli Ci would not let the matter rest.
Just as Nangong Ming knew that his children and wife were Zhongli Ci's weaknesses, Zhongli Ci also knew that breaking the oath of non-war between the six states was a goal that Nangong Ming would strive to achieve in his entire life.
They both knew how to make the other angry and in pain.
Nangong Ming did not want Zhongli Jia to die immediately, but if Qingyang Emperor could not suppress Zhongli Ci, then Qingyang would not be able to suppress the turmoil caused by Zhongli Ci in a short period of time, which would have a great impact on his plan to conquer the six kingdoms.
At least after he lifted his oath of non-aggression, Qingyang could not be in a period of turmoil.
Therefore, although the two are at odds within Qingyang, they will cooperate to repel enemies from the outside.
Zhong Li Ci did not intervene to stop Nangong Ming's plan to lift the oath of non-aggression. He was also a proponent of war, but that did not mean he could not.
The commotion at Zhongli's house was clear, but at Nangong Wangfu, Elder Yan's men couldn't get into the West Building. They didn't know what Nangong Ming and Madam Su had discussed, nor did they know Qingkui's condition for the time being.
But since the Prince's Mansion sent someone to invite Mr. Zhou over, the situation must not be very optimistic.
Yu Sui glanced at Tingfengchi with no expression, her gaze settling on the name Han Ziyang.
According to Elder Yan, this person was brought back by Nangong Ming from the Legalist school.
Nangong Ming will not take in useless people.
For example, Gu Gan.
However, she still doesn't know what Gu Gan means to Nangong Ming or what role he plays.
Yu Sui reached out and tapped the ruler, then sent a telepathic message to Elder Yan.
The call was answered instantly on the other end.
Yu Sui said softly, "You answered the wind chime's transmission a little too quickly today."
Old Yan did not answer.
Yu Sui asked directly, "Is Han Ziyang anything special to my father? Why is it necessary to bring him into the palace to see His Majesty?"
Old Master Yan said, "The fact that he was allowed to enter the palace to meet the Emperor is naturally related to the oath of no war."
"He has fragments of the Floating Pagoda?" Yu Sui was a little surprised.
Elder Yan did not mention the Heavenly Punishment Bloodline: "Perhaps it is something more important than the fragments."
He wanted to personally verify whether Shan Rong's divination was correct.
Yu Sui assumed that Elder Yan was unaware of the situation yet, so she didn't press him for details. In any case, Elder Yan would keep a close eye on Nangong Ming's movements, even if she didn't say anything.
Old Yan received a new message from the Farmer's Voice Transmission Beast. After reading it, he said to Yu Sui, "Your father has petitioned Emperor Qingyang to announce that Chu Jin has returned as a young lady of the Royal Palace."
Since the name Qingkui already exists within Xuan Kui, it can never return to the sunlight. Therefore, the person who returns to the palace can only be "Chu Jin".
Yu Sui said, "Zhong Li Ci broke her arm. The Prince's Mansion openly requested permission to recognize this daughter so that others would remember that Zhong Li Ci was the one who injured the Prince's Mansion's child first. In the future, the Prince's Mansion can use this incident as an excuse to do anything to the Zhong Li family."
After all, in the royal palace hall, all the courtiers heard the truth about Qingkui being "wrongfully accused".
Old Master Yan continued, "Your mother cares so much about her, aren't you afraid that she might threaten your position in the future?"
"How is she going to threaten me?" Yu Sui asked with a surprised laugh.
Old Yan said, "The more disheveled Qingkui is, the more guilty your mother will feel towards this child, and then she will want to make up for it even more."
Yu Sui smiled and said, "She can give whatever she can. After all these years, she can finally be a loving mother who dotes on her daughter openly and honestly."
The indifferent tone coming back from the other end of the Wind Chit made Old Yan frown slightly.
"Don't worry," Yu Sui said softly, her eyes lowered. "I'm not afraid of her."
As a child, she had to crane her neck and lift her head to see Madam Su and Nangong Ming's faces clearly.
The natural sense of oppression that adults exert on children is something that cannot be resisted or ignored.
Nangong Ming is a smiling tiger; he can accept your weakness and feigned pitifulness, while Madam Su will reveal her most blatant disgust when you try to please her.
You'll never forget the moment those beautiful eyes looked at you with disgust.
At that time, she was a layperson and could not learn the Nine Schools of Arts. She also knew too little about the strange fire, so she was always anxious.
But the more Yu Sui learned and gained in Taiyi, the less the fear and oppression that had existed in her heart since childhood diminished.
When you realize that those things are not impossible or unachievable, your mindset changes in an instant.
Perhaps the gap in strength between her and Madam Su is still very large, but if it really comes down to a life-or-death situation, her mindset will be completely different from when she was a child.
Old Yan glanced at the ruler that had disconnected the telepathic message, his eyes flashing slightly.
He had watched this child grow up, and he understood Yu Sui far better than Madam Su and Nangong Ming.
Even knowing her resilience and rationality, one can still be moved.
So even if Yu Sui answers tonight that she is scared, Elder Yan will only tell her that there is no need to be afraid, and that no one can take your things away.
He won't allow it.
[Author's Note]
The Qingyang royal family: We need to find a way to kill Zhongli before we can feel at ease. [｀Д ]
Zhong Lijia: My family has been oppressed for so many years, and now my generation wants freedom, so what's wrong with that?! [｀Д ]
Nangong Family: Good brothers, let's not fight amongst ourselves. Let's broaden our horizons! Our goal is to unify the six kingdoms and become the strongest! [｀Д ]
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