After leaving ilin's flying ship, Qingyi put it into the world of the mind and accompanied them into the camp.
A lot had happened in the two weeks since they arrived there.
Firstly, a large influx of soldiers hired by the third prince with the loan he received from ilin, as well as another seventy thousand cultivators of the Transcendence Realm or above joining the army.
Secondly, and the part that made Qingyi happiest: the attempts by Jin Tianshi, Jin ilin's brother, to cancel the wedding.
Unfortunately for him, the wedding was on the loan contract he gave to the third prince, who had already acted quickly by sending a letter to the Empire of the Enlightened Sky, asking for the Golden King's approval.
When the reply ca, all of Tianshi's plans fell apart. His father had agreed to the wedding, which was to take place right after the civil war.
Not that it mattered much. The first princess was more powerful than Tianshi and, from the rumors Qingyi had heard, she had already dragged him to her private residence in Crimson Blade City, forcing him to consummate the marriage.
'Karma is truly a bitch...' Qingyi sighed, shaking his head.
He was about to say sothing to ilin when a voice interrupted him. A soldier in heavy scale armor approached.
"Young master Qingyi, the third prince is requesting your presence at a private audience in his personal palace in the city." The soldier bowed respectfully.
"Uh? What is His Highness's wish with my husband?" ilin turned her face uncomfortably, but the guard only shook his head in response.
"I'm not sure, he just told it has sothing to do with the Wang family."
Qingyi was disinterested at first, but his interest was piqued when he heard that it had sothing to do with the Wang family.
"All right, I'll accompany you." Qingyi said, placing soft kisses on the lips of his two wives before following the soldier.
They soon entered the great walls, passing through the wide main street of the city and arriving at the noble zone, inhabited by wealthy rchants.
The palace was one of the many residences of the third prince throughout the kingdom, smaller only than the palace of the city lord.
Passing the servants who greeted them respectfully, Qingyi was led to the private training arena of the third prince, who was swinging his sword lazily.
Announcing his presence, the guard bowed before withdrawing, leaving Qingyi alone with the third prince.
"Oh... you're here..." The third prince turned his face, flashing a big smile at Qingyi.
"Greetings, Your Highness, what do you wish of ?" Qingyi asked.
The third prince looked thoughtful, scratching his chin before smiling. "You killed Wang Haoran. His father is quite a famous hero in the kingdom, you know. He'll be here soon."
"Ah... it's truly impossible to hide anything from the third prince. How did you find out about ?" Qingyi said, deciding that there was no point in denying it.
The third prince already seed completely sure of what he was saying.
"Your residual Qi. Honestly, it wasn't too difficult to identify you." The third prince spoke, swinging his sword a few more tis. "I'm not here to judge you. Wang Haoran was a disgusting little fellow who didn't deserve much respect. In reality, you've helped a lot."
"So, what does Your Highness want with ?" Qingyi asked.
"I want to sense your power, just a friendly fight, if you're not afraid to fight ." The third prince pointed his sword towards Qingyi, who smiled.
He had expected threats or complaints, but fortunately, it was nothing of the sort. On the contrary, it was a very good thing for Qingyi.
Even if they weren't going to fight at full strength, he still wanted to know what his limits were against a false immortal.
"Please guide this junior, Your Highness." The heaven-defying thunder sword slid out of its beautiful sheath with a sharp hiss.
They both stared at each other for a brief mont before advancing; they didn't use Qi or even any techniques, just pure physical strength.
The mont their blades t, the arena shook, a shockwave rising from the impact, causing their clothes to flutter.
They stared at each other for a brief mont, their eyes full of ferocity as their muscles burned with effort.
The third prince couldn't help but widen his eyes as his feet slid gently, forcing him to grit his teeth.
He knew that Qingyi had a powerful bloodline, but being able to push him back was sothing the third prince simply hadn't expected, especially when Qingyi hadn't even used his bloodline projection yet.
Just... how powerful was that young man's body?
Preparing himself, the third prince retreated, before attacking again, this ti using so of his Qi.
When they started using their Qi and so basic techniques, the third prince was able to gain a small advantage, but he still wasn't satisfied.
Activating his movent technique, his body disappeared in a gust of air at the sa ti as Qingyi's own body also disappeared, turning into a flash of lightning.
The air in the room cald down, but this calm only lasted for a single second before an explosion rang out, followed by ten tallic bangs. The floor of the arena was completely torn up by the power of the attacks, with two panting figures appearing on either side of the arena.
"Ah... I'm truly not enough to deal with the third prince yet," Qingyi said, bowing respectfully.
The third prince laughed. "I'm the one who's failing by having to use so much of my power against a junior. I really need to focus more on my training."
Exchanging a few more blows, Qingyi finally left, relatively excited.
The third prince had not yet used his full strength and was only at the initial stage of the false immortal realm, but Qingyi still ca out of that fight with one certainty.
If he used his maximum power and his lineage, his power was equal to that of a false immortal.
How could he not be excited about that? His bloodline was getting exponentially stronger with each advance.
Fortunately, they would soon start marching and during the war, he would have the opportunity to use all his power.
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