386: Chapter 44 The Eight-Tone Fla Sparrow_1 386: Chapter 44 The Eight-Tone Fla Sparrow_1 Generally speaking, the threshold for practicing mid-grade Dao Techniques of class A is the cultivation at the Inner Mansion Realm.
This so-called practice threshold can be described directly like this: if practicing a low-grade Dao Technique of class A just requires pushing a single power source to its limit, then so mid-grade Dao Techniques of class A must be based on two, three, or even four or five power sources, constituting an insurmountable cultivation threshold.
However, so people with exceptional innate talent can naturally lower the requirents for certain, or even a whole category of, Dao Techniques, or inherently drive a Dao Technique with less consumption than cultivators of the sa realm.
For example, Wang Changxiang of Fenglin City with his Wind Sparrow True Spirit and Zhang Linchuan with his Thunder Snake True Spirit, both could master Dao Techniques beyond their levels.
Besides those with exceptional innate talent, another exception is the creation of one’s own Dao Techniques.
Being the creator of a Dao Technique, deeply understanding its releasing principles, and since it’s created based on oneself, it fits one’s own conditions best and is most suitable for personal use, which enables control to the limit and early mastering of the Dao Technique.
Countless Fla Sparrows circled swiftly, each chirping its sound.
In the center of the Dao Technique bombardnt, Jiang Wang saw Zhang Song’s eyes.
He saw the deep despair and pleading within them.
“Don’t reveal it, I beg you!”
His eyes were filled with such earnest entreaty.
If it were possible, Zhang Song would rather be crippled here than use his Pupil Skill.
Because in the history of the Feng Xian Zhang Family, no one was skilled in Pupil Skills, and using one ant exposure.
Then all his painstaking efforts, the sacrifices, strategizing, blood and tears…
would all turn to illusions.
However, breaking through the jealousy was entirely a bodily instinctual response.
This, in turn, triggered Jiang Wang’s sense of crisis, prompting the premature appearance of the Eight Sounds Fla Sparrow—this Dao Technique was originally prepared by Jiang Wang for Wang Yiwu.
Now, Zhang Song was certain that Jiang Wang had discovered his secret.
But he had no solutions.
With so many people present—Jiang Wuqi, Li Longchuan, Xu Xiangqian…
none of whom were easy to deal with.
Unless he could kill Jiang Wang in the first mont he noticed the Pupil Skill, he stood no chance without using it.
Yet, killing Jiang Wang with the Pupil Skill would similarly expose his identity, leading to the sa outco.
Moreover, given the combat strength Jiang Wang has displayed, even if he exerted his Pupil Skills to the fullest… success was not guaranteed.
Such a well-thought-out plan and setup had smoothly gotten him through the Heavenly Abode Secret Land, dealt with the investigation of the Qing brand catchers, and even allowed him to quietly get close to Jiang Wuqi, with even the Daqi Royal Family unable to trace his steps.
He never expected that a chance encounter at Yunwu Mountain—a step taken according to plan, a simple sche enacted on impulse—could inadvertently trap him in a desperate situation!
The despair and pleading in his eyes were real and vivid emotions.
For everything he had gone through was now hanging by Jiang Wang’s single Thought.
And what would Jiang Wang decide?
…
In the eyes of the audience on the corridor.
The sea of clouds from Yunwu Mountain surged for miles before being slowly gathered back by the Array of the Tian Xiang Yun Pavilion.
The Eight Sounds lingered, the Fla Sparrows dissipated.
Zhang Song stood soullessly upon the clouds, while Jiang Wang pointed his Longsword at the man’s throat.
The victor had been determined.
Jiang Wang looked at him deeply, then withdrew his sword.
He turned on the sea of clouds and looked toward Jiang Wuqi, “Your Highness, the play is over.”
The corridor was silent for a mont.
Then applause began to sound.
Jiang Wuqi was the first to clap and said, “Brilliant!”
Following that, the applause thundered like a storm!
It’s as if this were rely a common sparring match, a “martial display.”
As he clapped vigorously, Xu Xiangqian intentionally moved closer to Lei Yikun, “Does the Lei Family private school teach only the word ‘easy’?
So, although you can’t see ‘easy,’ you only know how to say it’s easy!”
Lei Yikun glared at him furiously.
This man had a temperant that could not stand provocation; he imdiately wanted to step forward.
A hand rested on his shoulder, silencing him.
Jiang Wuqi withdrew his hand, clenched it into a fist, and brought it to his mouth, unable to suppress several coughs.
At that mont, Zhang Song, his complexion overshadowed, approached and knelt halfway, “Zhang Song is incompetent, having tarnished Your Highness’s reputation.
I deserve to die a thousand tis over.”
Jiang Wuqi slightly lifted his hand, and an invisible force lifted Zhang Song up, “The Feng Xian Zhang family t with misfortune, and their peerless arts have been lost.
You, relying solely on superficial cultivation techniques and mixing Confucian, Buddhist, and Dao techniques, have shown remarkable talent!
How have you hard my reputation?”
“A pearl covered in dust is my palace’s oversight.
After you return, I will prepare a complete set of cultivation techniques for you.” His gaze was sincere and focused, “I hope you will not be discouraged, Zhang Qing, and do not waste your pri years.”
“Your Highness…” Zhang Song was montarily choked with emotion.
Jiang Wuqi then turned his head to look at Jiang Wang, his smile brimming, “Today, upon this Yunwu Mountain, having witnessed Jiang Qing’s valiant figure, my palace is truly delighted.
The matter of my fourteenth brother shall be put to rest; I will no longer seek you out for this.”
His words were as irrevocable as the Sacred Decrees, with no room for going back on them.
Jiang Wang had actually prepared himself for another one or even two more battles, but seeing Jiang Wuqi’s attitude, he sheathed his longsword and accepted the favorable outco, “Your Highness is magnanimous.”
Jiang Wuqi smiled and began to lead his entourage down the mountain.
Although Zhang Song had lost a battle, none of the people by his side, except for Lei Yikun who was indeed provoked by Xu Xiangqian, showed any sign of resentnt.
It was evident that they all respected Jiang Wuqi’s decision.
People often said that the eleventh prince closely resembled the Qi emperor, and from this short interaction, Jiang Wang had to admit that he indeed possessed the aura of a sovereign.
If all his opponents were of the caliber of the fourteenth prince, Jiang Wuyong, this competition would probably have no suspense…
Zhang Song lingered at the back of the group.
As he reached a turn in the gallery, he looked over his shoulder at Jiang Wang with a complicated expression.
“What, he still does not accept it?” Xu Xiangqian asked with heightened vigilance.
Jiang Wang responded dismissively, “Perhaps!”
Despite this little upheaval, the desire to appreciate the flowers had diminished.
However, there was no need to change the arrangents, and the group continued their ascent.
The gallery was winding, circling up the mountain, and eventually converged at the summit.
It beca clear that the entire mountaintop had been leveled by human effort.
The gallery extended into the air, forming a square pavilion right at the very center above the mountaintop.
On the front, a plaque read the words “Yunwu”.
Yunwu Mountain was indeed crowned with this Cloud Mist Pavilion.
And right beneath everyone’s feet, below the suspended Cloud Mist Pavilion, blood a whole field of light purple flowers.
Though the flowers were purple, wisps of white mist rose from the petals, mingling with the mountain’s edge clouds.
It appeared that the perennial dense cloud layer that enshrouded Yunwu Mountain was also thanks to these cloud mist flowers.
The fragrance of the cloud mist flowers beca even more profound here.
It was intoxicating beyond words, no wonder they were reputed as “Heavenly Fragrance.”
The people gazed out from the pavilion, montarily forgetting their sorrows.
…
On the downhill gallery.
Lei Yikun couldn’t help but speak up, “That Jiang Wuyong overestimates himself; his power is weak and his virtue scant, yet he aspires to the state.
Why did Your Highness go to all this trouble for him?”
Coming from the maternal clan of Jiang Wuqi, he could say things others dared not, without any concerns.
“It is the Fourteenth Prince,” Jiang Wuqi corrected him.
“Cough, cough.”
The wind was strong on the mountain, prompting another two coughs, before he ambiguously said, “To uphold the prestige of the Daqi Royal Family is to uphold the prestige of my palace.”
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