Xuanyuan Jiuyou’s face darkened, but he remained silent. The name-sharing seemed like an ill omen.
Chapter 296: A Heaven-Sent Opportunity?
“Xiao Qingli’s son, Jiang Jiuyou…”
At this moment, a glint of cold murderous intent flashed through Xuanyuan Jiuyou’s eyes. A deep sense of rivalry and an unrelenting desire to kill had silently taken root in his heart toward Jiang Jiuyou.
Inside the Hundred Blossom Sect -Baihu sect-
In the main hall, the upper echelons of the Hundred Blossom Sect were gathered, wearing cordial expressions as they hosted Han Wanxiang and the royal children, ensuring no lapses in etiquette. Moments later, Duanmu Yan arrived hurriedly.
“Duanmu Yan, Sect Master of the Hundred Blossom Sect, greets Lady Consort Han!” Duanmu Yan greeted, bowing respectfully.
Han Wanxiang smiled gently. “There’s no need for such formalities, Sect Master Duanmu. Please, have a seat.”
Only then did Duanmu Yan sit down with grace.
“Sect Master, may I ask what brings Lady Han and the young royals to our humble sect? Has His Majesty the Emperor issued any instructions?” Duanmu Yan asked tentatively, masking her unease.
Han Wanxiang, unaware of the hidden tension, smiled lightly and replied, “No, no, you misunderstand, Sect Master. I simply brought the children out for some leisure. Passing through Hundred Blossom City, we heard from locals about the beauty of the Hundred Blossom Forest, and the children begged me to bring them here for a visit. I hope we’re not imposing.”
Hearing this, Duanmu Yan secretly exhaled a sigh of relief.
“Lady Han, you jest! It’s an honor for the Hundred Blossom Sect to host the Crown Prince and Princesses. Elder, escort Lady Han and the young royals to the Hundred Blossom Forest and ensure their visit is most enjoyable. I’ll also personally arrange a banquet for tonight. I hope Lady Han and the young royals will grace us with their presence at the feast.”
Before Han Wanxiang could decline, Jiang Huailan spoke up, “Mother, let’s stay for the feast! It sounds fun!”
Han Wanxiang chuckled and nodded. “Sect Master Duanmu, you’re too kind. Since you insist, we’ll humbly accept your hospitality.”
The Hundred Blossom Sect’s Grand Elder promptly led Han Wanxiang and the children to the famed forest, while Duanmu Yan oversaw preparations for the banquet.
After the arrangements were complete, she hurried to Zhuge Ning’s hideout to relay the news.
“So, you’re saying their visit is purely recreational? Not an investigation?” Zhuge Ning asked.
“Yes,” Duanmu Yan confirmed. “Lady Han doesn’t seem to be lying. Besides, bringing four children along doesn’t align with the idea of a covert mission.”
“If that’s the case, things have just become much easier,” Xuanyuan Jiuyou said with a sinister grin. His eyes gleamed with malice. “We’ll make Jiang HuanYu and Xiao Qingli experience the pain of losing their children. This is truly a heaven-sent opportunity.”
“Third Prince, are you suggesting we take action?” Zhuge Ning asked cautiously.
“Of course!” Xuanyuan Jiuyou replied coldly. “With so many of us here, capturing four children and a woman is child’s play. They’re here for leisure, which means Jiang HuanYu has no idea of their exact location. Even if we imprison them within the sect, who would know? Sect Master Duanmu can ensure the news doesn’t leak, at least for a short time.
“When the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan’s reinforcements arrive, we’ll present them with the heads of Jiang HuanYu’s wife and children. I want to see him suffer a fate worse than death!”
Xuanyuan Jiuyou’s words resonated with the others. The Grand Elders of the Heavenly Palace nodded in agreement.
“This opportunity is too good to waste,” one of them said. “Sect Master Duanmu, during the banquet, lead them to an isolated area afterward. That will be the perfect moment to strike.”
Duanmu Yan hesitated briefly but eventually nodded. “Understood.”
After marveling at the beauty of the Hundred Blossom Forest, Han Wanxiang and the children returned to the main hall, where the grand banquet was ready. The entire upper echelon of the Hundred Blossom Sect attended, engaging in lively conversation with their esteemed guests.
The atmosphere remained harmonious until late into the night, when the banquet finally concluded.
Duanmu Yan, wanting to express the sect’s sincerity, personally escorted Han Wanxiang and the children to their quarters. However, instead of leading them to a guest house, she took them to a secluded, desolate area within the sect’s grounds. The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only a few barren hills visible nearby.
Han Wanxiang’s brows furrowed as unease crept in. Something felt off.
“Why have we come here, Sect Master Duanmu? Isn’t this far from the guest quarters?” Han Wanxiang asked, her voice calm but guarded. She subtly gestured for the children to stay close behind her.
Duanmu Yan stopped abruptly, her expression shifting. For a moment, the tension in the air became palpable.
Chapter 297: The Duel of the Nine You
The atmosphere in the secluded area was tense, charged with an air of hostility as Han Wanxiang scanned her surroundings. Her eyes locked onto Duanmu Yan, her expression cold and vigilant.
Duanmu Yan turned around with a smile that barely concealed her malice. “Lady Consort, I hope this ‘resting place’ we’ve arranged for you is to your liking.”
As her words fell, ten figures darted out from the shadows, encircling Han Wanxiang and the royal children. These included:
- Three Grand Elders of the Heavenly Palace, each quasi-Emperor-level, seasoned by their failed ascents along the Emperor’s Path.
- Eight quasi-Emperor Elders, powerful warriors of the Heavenly Palace.
- Zhuge Ning and Xuanyuan Jiuyou, exuding arrogance as they joined the encirclement.
The sheer combined strength of these individuals created an almost certain death trap.
Han Wanxiang’s brow furrowed deeply. Though her veil concealed her face, her surprise was evident. Jiang Jiuyou and Jiang Liyue, the older siblings, instinctively stepped in front of their younger brother and sister, shielding them. They were old enough to understand the gravity of the situation.
In their father’s words: They had been played.
“Sect Master Duanmu, I must commend you,” Han Wanxiang said, her tone icy. “I didn’t expect the fugitives we’ve been hunting to be hiding within your Hundred Blossom Sect.”
Her gaze swept over the surrounding figures, then fixed on Duanmu Yan. “Do you understand this crime warrants the extermination of your entire clan?”
Duanmu Yan’s smile remained unchanged. “Lady Consort, your threats are meaningless. Soon enough, the Jiang Empire—and Jiang HuanYu—will be nothing but a fleeting memory. But you and these children will have the honor of being the first to fall. Elders, attack.”
Zhuge Ning interjected with a grin. “Let’s not waste time. Kill them now to avoid complications.”
As the eight quasi-Emperors prepared to strike, Xuanyuan Jiuyou raised a hand to stop them.
The sudden interruption drew puzzled glances from the others, but the Heavenly Palace Grand Elders complied, stepping back.
“Third Prince, what is it?” one of the elders asked.
Xuanyuan Jiuyou ignored him, his gaze fixed on Jiang Jiuyou. “You must be Xiao Qingli’s son, Jiang Jiuyou?”
Jiang Jiuyou, despite the tension, straightened his posture and responded firmly. “I am.”
“No, you’re not!” Xuanyuan Jiuyou retorted, his tone laced with venom. “You don’t deserve to bear that name!”
Jiang Jiuyou’s expression didn’t waver. “Whether I deserve it or not isn’t for you to decide. My name was given by my father, Jiang HuanYu, and my mother, Xiao Qingli, the Nine Nether Empress. In my eyes, it is you who tarnishes the name ‘Nine You.’”
He stepped forward, his voice ringing with righteous anger. “You’re nothing but a rejected offspring, the discarded shadow of the Xuanyuan Emperor. You’ll never escape living in the shadow of this name!”
His words struck a nerve, and Xuanyuan Jiuyou trembled with fury.
“Good! Very good!” Xuanyuan Jiuyou shouted through gritted teeth. “You have guts, Jiang Jiuyou! Here’s your chance: face me in combat. If you can defeat me, I’ll grant you a swift death. But if you lose…”
He sneered. “I’ll peel off your skin, strip your bones, and send your head to your father so he can experience the agony of losing a son!”
With that, Xuanyuan Jiuyou gestured for the others to step aside. The encirclement broke, forming a path to a nearby open space.
“Come!” he barked, moving to the center of the clearing.
Jiang Jiuyou met his gaze without flinching. His steps were steady as he walked forward, undaunted by the danger.
Han Wanxiang’s eyes narrowed as she watched her son face Xuanyuan Jiuyou. Her heart clenched, but she didn’t intervene.
Jiang Jiuyou exuded a quiet confidence that mirrored his father’s. Though young, his demeanor was composed, a testament to his royal upbringing.
“Your Majesty, forgive me, but this is a poor gamble,” Zhuge Ning whispered to Xuanyuan Jiuyou.
Xuanyuan Jiuyou smirked. “This isn’t a gamble. This is an execution.”
The combatants squared off, the tension thick enough to cut with a blade. Around them, the onlookers watched with bated breath, the outcome of this duel carrying implications far beyond the clearing.
The battle for the name of ‘Nine You’ was about to begin.
Chapter 298: Xuanyuan Jiuyou vs. Jiang Jiuyou
Standing firm against Xuanyuan Jiuyou’s challenge, Jiang Jiuyou, despite his young age, exuded unwavering determination. His eyes glimmered with confidence, unaffected by the oppressive aura of his opponent.
“Jiuyou!” Han Wanxiang’s voice was tinged with worry as she called to him.
The widely known rumor was that Xuanyuan Jiuyou’s cultivation was at the Eighth Level of the Void Realm. However, Han Wanxiang’s sharp perception as a quasi-Emperor revealed the truth: Xuanyuan Jiuyou had already reached the peak of the Void Realm.
The gap between her son and Xuanyuan Jiuyou was significant. She feared Jiang Jiuyou wouldn’t be able to bridge the difference in their strength.
“Don’t worry, Mother,” Jiang Jiuyou reassured her, his tone calm and his expression resolute. He turned and stepped confidently into the clearing, positioning himself opposite Xuanyuan Jiuyou.
As Jiang Jiuyou revealed his aura, it became evident he had reached the Fifth Level of the Void Realm. The speed of his progress was astonishing, yet he still trailed Xuanyuan Jiuyou by five minor realms.
Seeing this, Jiang Liyue stepped forward and shouted, “Xuanyuan Jiuyou, if you want a fair duel with my brother, then suppress your cultivation to the Fifth Level of the Void Realm! That would be true fairness!”
Xuanyuan Jiuyou smirked. “Fairness? You’re naive, little girl. This is a world of predators and prey. Fairness is a myth—strength is the only truth. If your brother’s weaker than me, it’s his misfortune. His death will simply be his fate.”
A Heavenly Palace Grand Elder added with a sneer, “A fair fight? Ridiculous. In the real world, there’s no such thing as fairness. Your brother’s weakness is not our problem.”
“Despicable!” Jiang Liyue seethed, clenching her fists.
Xuanyuan Jiuyou crossed his arms confidently, standing tall. “Don’t say I’m unfair. I’ll let you make the first move.” His expression was smug as he waited for Jiang Jiuyou to act.
Jiang Jiuyou wasted no time. Summoning a three-foot-long silver sword adorned with twin black dragon engravings, he launched his attack.
The moment his blade swung, the Chaotic Energy around him exploded outward, enveloping the area in a thick, swirling mist. The mist transformed into countless mirages of Jiang Jiuyou, each wielding a sword radiating dazzling, destructive light. The sword energy converged, aiming directly at Xuanyuan Jiuyou.
“What?!” Xuanyuan Jiuyou’s smug demeanor faltered.
Underestimating Jiang Jiuyou, he had kept his hands behind his back. But as the overwhelming force of the attack bore down on him, his expression changed to one of shock. The chaotic energy and myriad sword lights were far stronger than he had anticipated.
Hastily summoning his defensive aura, Xuanyuan Jiuyou barely managed to protect himself.
The chaotic sword energy shattered his defenses, sending him hurtling backward. His body slammed into a distant mountainside, blood spraying from his mouth as his internal organs suffered severe damage.
“Impossible!” The Heavenly Palace Grand Elders stared in disbelief.
“How could a boy at the Fifth Level of the Void Realm unleash such overwhelming power?!” one muttered.
Even Zhuge Ning and Duanmu Yan were stunned. The sheer power and talent Jiang Jiuyou displayed were nothing short of monstrous.
Meanwhile, Han Wanxiang breathed a sigh of relief, and the younger royal siblings erupted into cheers.
“Xuanyuan Jiuyou, you couldn’t even withstand one move from my brother! How dare you act so arrogant!” Jiang Liyue taunted.
“You’re a disgrace to the name ‘Jiuyou.’ My brother sharing a name with you is humiliating!” Jiang Xingyun added, smirking.
“Change your name to Xuanyuan Jiujiao! Maybe nine legs will help you run away faster next time!” Jiang Huailan chimed in, their taunts hitting Xuanyuan Jiuyou harder than his injuries.
“Enough!” Xuanyuan Jiuyou roared, coughing up blood. His disheveled hair and blood-stained clothes gave him a feral appearance.
Fueled by rage, he charged at Jiang Xingyun and the other children.
“Did you forget about me?” Jiang Jiuyou intercepted him, blocking his path. “Defeated once already, you have no right to act this brazen.”
Unleashing another wave of chaotic energy, Jiang Jiuyou’s aura surged like a tsunami, sending Xuanyuan Jiuyou flying again. This time, Jiang Jiuyou’s blade stopped an inch from Xuanyuan Jiuyou’s throat. The defeated prince froze, paralyzed by fear.
“Why are you all standing there?! Save me!” Xuanyuan Jiuyou shouted desperately to his allies.
Despite their disdain for his earlier bravado, the Heavenly Palace members couldn’t let him die. Zhuge Ning quickly acted, unleashing an attack aimed at Jiang Jiuyou. The sheer force of the blow was beyond what a Void Realm cultivator could withstand.
But just as the attack was about to strike, Han Wanxiang intervened. With a flick of her hand, she teleported Jiang Jiuyou to her side, safely out of harm’s way.
Xuanyuan Jiuyou collapsed to the ground, his breathing ragged but relieved. Meanwhile, the Heavenly Palace elders stared at Han Wanxiang in shock.
“A quasi-Emperor!” one of them exclaimed.
“You’re full of surprises, Lady Consort,” Zhuge Ning said, his tone icy. “It seems the Jiang Empire’s secrets run deeper than we imagined.”
Han Wanxiang stood tall, her expression calm. “Our empire’s secrets are none of your concern. Since you’ve chosen to play dirty, don’t blame me for evening the scales.”
Her words sent a chill through the gathered enemies. Despite their numerical advantage, Han Wanxiang’s confidence made them uneasy.
The confrontation was far from over. Though Xuanyuan Jiuyou was humiliated and injured, the forces of the Heavenly Palace and Xuanyuan Clan still posed a deadly threat. But the Jiang Empire was far from helpless, and Han Wanxiang’s next move would soon turn the tide.
Chapter 299: Feipeng Ascends to Emperor Sovereign!
“Fairness? Lady Han, do you really understand your current situation?”
“Do you think, with just one quasi-Emperor, you can break through the encirclement of eight quasi-Emperors? How laughable!”
A Heavenly Palace Grand Elder sneered at Han Wanxiang, his tone dripping with disdain.
Han Wanxiang smiled faintly, her expression calm and unreadable.
“Who told you… that I was alone?”
The moment her words fell, the battlefield shifted.
Darkness engulfed the surroundings as shadows descended from all directions. From the night sky, a figure clad in silver armor, wielding a Demon-Suppressing Divine Sword, appeared alongside An Yi, the leader of the Shadow Guard. Behind them, dozens of Shadow Guards, all at the peak of the Divine Breaker realm, emerged, surrounding the Heavenly Palace forces.
“What’s this?” Zhuge Ning narrowed his eyes, his voice calm but cautious.
“So, Lady Han brought reinforcements after all. These must be the fabled Shadow Guard, the most mysterious of the Emperor’s three personal guard units. And that man… If I’m not mistaken, he is the Jiang Empire’s Grand Marshal, Feipeng.”
As Zhuge Ning observed the battlefield, his tone remained steady, betraying no fear. Feipeng, along with other key figures such as Chonglou, Wanjian Shen, and Zuo Xuanqi, had become well-known names across Zhongshengzhou after countless battles.
Feipeng’s expression was cold as he addressed Zhuge Ning.
“Since you know my name, have you prepared yourself to die?”
Zhuge Ning chuckled softly. “Death? I don’t think so. From what I know, General Feipeng, you’re merely at the quasi-Emperor level, as is your Shadow Guard leader. That makes three of you at most.”
“Eight against three… The odds still favor us.”
Meanwhile, Xuanyuan Jiuyou, humiliated and seething with rage, staggered forward. His disheveled hair and bloodied figure painted a pitiful image.
“Kill them all! Don’t waste time!” he bellowed. “I want those little brats to suffer—cut out their tongues and gouge out their eyes! Let them live in agony before they die!”
His venomous words spurred the Heavenly Palace forces to action.
In the Jiang Imperial Palace
Far away in the Jiang Imperial Palace, Jiang HuanYu sat upon his dragon throne, reviewing memorials. Setting the papers aside, a rare chill flickered in his eyes as he spoke.
“Hundred Blossom Sect… Xuanyuan Jiuyou…”
“Good, very good. It seems you truly don’t understand where my bottom line lies.”
His voice grew colder as he issued his command.
“System, use the Emperor Sovereign Experience Card on Feipeng!”
[Ding! System: Emperor Sovereign Experience Card in use. Please wait…]
As the Heavenly Palace forces prepared to strike, a terrifying wave of imperial power suddenly erupted from Feipeng’s body. The sheer pressure of the Emperor Sovereign aura swept across the battlefield, causing mountains to collapse and nearby structures to crumble into rubble.
The shockwave struck with such force that the eight quasi-Emperors, Zhuge Ning, Duanmu Yan, and Xuanyuan Jiuyou, fell to their knees as their legs shattered into blood mist. The eleven of them knelt, unable to move, crushed beneath Feipeng’s overwhelming presence.
“This… This is impossible!”
“How can Feipeng be an Emperor Sovereign?!”
The Heavenly Palace Grand Elders, their faces pale, stared at Feipeng as though he were a demon.
Even Zhuge Ning and Duanmu Yan, usually composed, were paralyzed with disbelief.
As for Xuanyuan Jiuyou, he was completely dumbfounded. His body trembled uncontrollably as despair overtook him.
“An Emperor Sovereign… This is the pinnacle of power in the Heavenly Pole Realm!”
Currently, only the Xuanyuan Emperor and the Wuxiang Emperor held such strength in the realm. To think that Feipeng, the Grand Marshal of the Jiang Empire, had reached this level was utterly inconceivable.
The battlefield fell silent as Feipeng’s figure blurred and reappeared before Xuanyuan Jiuyou. With a single motion, he reached out.
Xuanyuan Jiuyou’s anguished screams echoed across the ruins. Feipeng gouged out his eyes and severed his tongue without hesitation. The once-arrogant prince collapsed to the ground, wailing and writhing in agony.
Feipeng stood over him, his cold gaze unyielding.
“The Emperor has decreed: none in the Hundred Blossom Sect shall live.”
Turning to An Yi, Feipeng commanded, “Begin the purge.”
An Yi bowed and vanished with the Shadow Guards, who swiftly began eliminating every member of the Hundred Blossom Sect.
“No! No!” Duanmu Yan cried, her calm facade shattered as she fell to the ground.
“This is all my doing! Please spare the others—they’re innocent! Kill me if you must, but don’t harm them!”
Her pleas were ignored. Feipeng’s expression remained cold, his movements deliberate as he continued to carry out Jiang HuanYu’s decree.
As the last remnants of the Hundred Blossom Sect were reduced to ash, Feipeng’s figure stood amidst the desolation, exuding a chilling authority.
This was no mere execution—it was a statement.
The Jiang Empire’s wrath was absolute, sparing no one who dared cross its path.
Far away in the palace, Jiang HuanYu closed his eyes, his face calm once more. His voice echoed softly:
“Let the world know—this empire bows to no one.”
Chapter 300: The Eradication of the Heavenly Palace Remnants and Jiang Jiuyou’s Personality
Before long, An Yi returned, his entire body stained with blood. The skies above were shrouded in a thick, ominous mist, and the air reeked of blood.
“All has been dealt with,” An Yi said coldly. “The Hundred Blossom Sect has been wiped out—no one spared, including the old, the weak, and the young.”
At this moment, Duanmu Yan collapsed to the ground, her face ashen and lifeless, completely broken in spirit.
Without a change in expression, Feipeng nodded in acknowledgment.
He then turned his attention to the remnants of the Heavenly Palace. Gathering power into his palm, he unleashed a crushing wave of energy that tore through their bodies.
“Ahhh!”
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In an instant, Zhuge Ning, Duanmu Yan, the Heavenly Palace elders, and the quasi-Emperors were all reduced to blood mist. Their lives extinguished, their souls obliterated.
They had made a grave mistake. Not just targeting Jiang HuanYu’s children and consort, but daring to entertain the thought of harming them.
This was Jiang HuanYu’s bottom line, his reverse scale.
Anyone who dared to threaten his family, even in thought, would pay a thousandfold.
The only survivor was Xuanyuan Jiuyou, his eyes gouged out and his tongue severed, lying in a pool of his own blood.
Feipeng motioned for the Shadow Guards to take him away. “This one might still be of use to His Majesty.”
Turning to Han Wanxiang and the children, Feipeng said respectfully, “Lady Consort, His Majesty has ordered us to escort you and the young masters back to the palace to prevent any further incidents like this.”
Han Wanxiang nodded. “Thank you, General. Let us return.”
Though the crisis had been resolved, the incident had been a sobering lesson. If not for Feipeng and the Shadow Guards’ timely arrival, the outcome could have been catastrophic.
She resolved that in the future, whenever the royal family traveled, they would be accompanied by an even stronger, more discreet guard detail.
With the remnants of the Heavenly Palace and the Hundred Blossom Sect eradicated, the Jiang Empire quietly nurtured new factions to fill the power vacuum left behind in Xuanzhou. These groups were groomed to ensure a balance of power and provide competition to encourage growth.
The Jiang Empire, now the undisputed ruler of Xuanzhou, retained three subordinate forces:
- Ziwei Divine Sect
- Bright God Sect
- Ancient White Tiger Clan
Among these, the Ziwei Divine Sect held the highest standing, thanks to Yin Lan’s close relationship with the empire.
During this period, the Ancient White Tiger Clan’s patriarch and their leader, Bai Tianfeng, visited the Abyssal Forbidden Zone. They came bearing lavish gifts, hoping to meet Jiang HuanYu and White Tiger Empress Bai Mengmeng.
However, their efforts were in vain. Jiang HuanYu’s status had long surpassed the level where they could request an audience so easily. Instead, they were received by the Heavenly King Jiang.
As for Bai Mengmeng, she remained in seclusion, entirely ignoring their arrival.
Meanwhile, the high-ranking officials of the Jiang Empire focused on refining elixirs and stabilizing their cultivation. They were preparing to ascend the Emperor’s Path within two months, at which point Jiang HuanYu planned to use the cultivation cards in his system’s inventory to elevate them further.
Near a serene pond within the palace, Jiang Jiuyou sat with Bai Ranyan, excitedly recounting his recent achievements.
“That so-called second prodigy of Dizhou, Xuanyuan Jiuyou, dared to act all arrogant in front of me!” Jiang Jiuyou boasted. “But in the end, I slashed him with one strike, leaving him utterly humiliated. If not for the Heavenly Palace intervening to save him, I would have ended his life on the spot!”
Bai Ranyan listened intently, her eyes filled with admiration. “That’s amazing! Jiuyou, you’re so young and already so gifted in the way of the sword!”
“Of course!” Jiang Jiuyou said with a touch of pride. “My father said I possess the Sword Immortal Physique, giving me unmatched comprehension of the sword. Plus, Uncle Wan taught me countless powerful techniques and insights, which have accelerated my progress.”
“Wow… Can you teach me? I want to learn swordsmanship too!” Bai Ranyan asked shyly.
“Sure! Come on, I’ll teach you,” Jiang Jiuyou replied, immediately agreeing.
The two picked up wooden swords and began practicing by the pond.
Not far away, Jiang HuanYu and Qian Xinrou stood watching the scene. Both wore faint smiles as they observed the playful practice.
“Your Majesty,” Qian Xinrou said with a gentle laugh, “it seems Jiuyou and Ranyan get along quite well.”
Jiang HuanYu nodded. “They do. Let’s see how their relationship develops as they grow older. If that boy truly cares for her, I wouldn’t mind helping Ranyan improve her talent. That’s not difficult.”
He paused, frowning slightly. “But Jiuyou’s pride is starting to become a problem. Ever since defeating Xuanyuan Jiuyou, he’s been bragging non-stop. If he weren’t my son, his arrogance would have gotten him into serious trouble by now.”
Qian Xinrou laughed softly. “His personality is shaped by his environment. With his talent, physique, and strength, it’s natural for him to develop a sense of superiority. Among his peers, he’s unmatched—even his sister, Liyue, doesn’t compare to him in combat. It’s only natural he feels a bit proud.”
Jiang HuanYu sighed. “You’re right. But this pride needs to be tempered, or it could lead to disaster. Starting today, he’ll spend three hours every day learning from Zhuge Kongming. The Grand Strategist is the perfect mentor to teach him humility and perspective.”
Qian Xinrou smiled in agreement. “An excellent choice. Zhuge Kongming is admired by all the empire’s officials for his wisdom and humility. Having Jiuyou learn from him will be immensely beneficial.”
Jiang HuanYu gazed eastward, his expression contemplative. “According to Xuanyuan Jiuyou’s memories, the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan’s reinforcements should be arriving any day now. And the Empress… She should have reached the Sword Realm by now.”
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