Free Web NovelThe gloomy sky looked like it could rain at any moment.
Drip—
However, what first fell to the ground, shattering into crystal-clear drops, was not rain, but pale golden blood, and strips of cloth fluttering to the ground.
Jiang Yu, his face disfigured, gripped Jiang Chulong's neck, his double pupils reflecting her grayish-white eyes, now exposed after the strips of cloth had fallen away.
There were no longer any aggrieved tears or disbelief in them.
In his memory, Jiang Chulong was clearly a timid and fragile little girl.
Even when she was bullied by palace maids, who swapped the imperial winter beast charcoal for smoke charcoal, she would still quietly thank them.
Later, he protected Jiang Chulong for several years because he disliked those greedy brothers and sisters who surrounded him for profit.
Jiang Chulong was different; she could be happy for a long time, treating a discarded doll that Yu Yang had thrown away as a treasure.
At the same time, he had always been curious why Jiang Chulong lived in the Cold Palace.
Later, his mother's personal palace maid told him that it was all his mother's intention.
All of Jiang Chulong's circumstances were caused by his mother, and he, his mother's pride, was self-righteously playing the savior.
Of course, if it were just like this, the two would at most become distant and estranged in the future.
But one day, he learned the reason why his father, once as strong as a God, had gradually weakened.
Those who ascend to the throne cannot live forever.
His Imperial Father was not originally the Crown Prince; he loved to roam the Jianghu, full of youthful spirit, befriending heroes from all over the world, and made a great name for himself, being called the Martial God reborn.
Later, the Crown Prince died suddenly, and his Imperial Father inherited the great line, after which he grew weaker and weaker over the long years.
Initially, he had infinite confidence, believing that even if his Imperial ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ Father was like that, he himself might not be, and he would surely surpass his Imperial Father.
Until the ancestral worship, when he found the Divine Intention his Imperial Father had left in the imperial clan when he was young.
Ten battles, ten losses.
His young Imperial Father was also in his early twenties.
He, with his double pupils, was utterly defeated, losing again and again, unable to even lift his head.
Finally, he no longer felt pain, only a sense of bewilderment coming from all directions.
For so many years, had his Imperial Father been hiding his true abilities?
He went to Nurturing Dragon Temple with a belly full of questions.
What he saw was not the Great Yu Emperor, revered by all, to whom all four corners of the world paid tribute, wise and mighty.
But rather... a suffering loser, a trapped beast locked in a cage by fate.
That night, he walked in a daze through the long, complex, and deep palace walls.
However, at the end of that gloom, a door opened to him.
"Crown Prince Brother, you've come to see me again..."
He watched the little girl leaning by the door, smiling hopefully and cautiously.
The crazy thought born of despair in his heart was like a thorny vine.
He instinctively grabbed it.
Climb up!
Leaving everything behind... even if the end he was heading towards was a deeper abyss... "Double pupils are inherently an unrivaled path, hehe..."
Jiang Yu regained his senses, his double pupils becoming even colder.
He raised his long sword, wanting to pierce Jiang Chulong's chest to see what kind of divine object was causing the Sword Bone to resonate.
But just then, he suddenly felt a sharp, intense pain in his chest.
Within the manifested Divine Intention, the God Sword held by the Golden Dragon suddenly struggled violently, piercing the Dragon's mouth until it was bloody.
Pfft—
His chest was torn open first.
That blood-stained, small sword-shaped bone, radiating noble silver light, carried a divine aura that could penetrate all Dao, striking the Zunlong Sword, causing it to snap in mid-air.
"Sword Bone, my..."
Jiang Yu could no longer care about Jiang Chulong and reached out to firmly grasp the Dragon Sword Bone.
His Divine Intention surged like a storm, the Golden Dragon roared, the Emperor Huan boomed, and in an instant, the heavens and earth changed color; he was but a step away from Inner Scenery.
And this kind of violent Qi fluctuation had already far exceeded Inner Scenery.
"What's wrong?"
Everyone who saw this scene was confused; how could Jiang Yu's Divine Intention suddenly fluctuate so violently?
The Jianghu people and commoners who didn't know the truth were just bewildered.
"The Dragon Sword Bone wants to return to Chu Long," Ying Bing said softly.
"Chu Long, come back quickly!"
Li Mo shouted towards the stage.
Chu Long already had a new Sword Bone growing within her; the goal had been achieved.
If they waited for Jiang Yu to recover, it might be too late to leave.
Xiao Jiang Princess listened to Li Dage the most and quickly ran back, hugging her rabbit and rubbing it several times to calm herself down, then whispered:
"Li Dage, the Qing Ye Sword is broken..."
"You've already done very well; it's just a sword. I'll make ten or eight more for you then."
Li Mo looked up at the stage.
Beside Jiang Yu, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared, expressionless, wearing a tall hat and a plain dark robe.
However, as soon as he arrived, the surrounding Sky Patrol Guards respectfully bowed their heads.
He represented the Great Yu imperial clan.
The dark-robed middle-aged man slapped Jiang Yu's shoulder, seized the Sword Bone with one hand, and forcefully pushed the Sword Bone back into his chest.
Then, a voice devoid of emotion, transmitted through the jiangshan sheji map, spread throughout the Inner and Outer City:
"Jiang Chulong fell off the stage, Jiang Yu wins."
After speaking, his gaze lingered deeply on Jiang Chulong, as well as Li Mo and Ying Bing.
With a flick of his sleeve, he vanished from the spot.
"The competition continues."
At this time, on the judging panel, the Purple-Robed Eunuch also shouted loudly. freёwebnoѵel.com
The anomaly came quickly and went quickly; before everyone could figure out what had happened, it seemed the matter was already over.
It's just that everyone had a feeling.
How come it sounded like the Crown Prince won, but it actually felt like the Crown Prince lost?
...On the side of the princes and nobles.
"Crown Prince Brother, are you alright?"
Princess Yu Yang offered a bottle of healing medicine, subtly observing Jiang Yu's expression.
Surprisingly, Jiang Yu not only had a rosy complexion but also a very stable aura.
"I'm fine."
Jiang Yu seemed oblivious to the gazes cast his way.
Although he hadn't clearly seen what was inside Jiang Chulong's body just now, he did have good news.
The power within the Dragon Sword Bone that had always resisted him seemed to have weakened considerably after its recent outburst.
It would be easier to make it his own.
He looked up at the jiangshan sheji map.
He had won this match, meaning he would enter the next round, and his opponent... would be born from Li Mo or Ning Que?
Why say "or"?
Because the winners of the other arenas had already been decided.
And Ning Que had only just defeated Huang Donglai and was preparing to face Li Mo.
On the stage.
Ning Que took deep breaths of fresh air, putting down the jade flute he had been playing for half an hour.
"Can't run anymore, can you? You could have surrendered long ago; why do we have to exhaust ourselves?"
"That means you're a bit weak."
Huang Donglai shook his head.
"You'd be weak if you blew it for half an hour too!"
Ning Que couldn't hold back, angrily picked up the jade flute, and tapped Huang Donglai with it, knocking him off the stage.
