The matter of Chen Yang confronting the Royal Family was still escalating.
「Approaching dusk.」
During this ti, the usually reticent Chen Royal Family sent a person into the fray. They did not declare their purpose, but who couldn't guess whom they were targeting?
However, no one could have guessed that the Chen Royal Family had co for the Ancestral Sword. Since Chen Yang was soon to die, it was only natural to reclaim it. If such an important item were to fall into the wrong hands, it would unleash another bloody storm.
"I heard that the person the Chen Royal Family sent this ti is the third son of the Clan Leader, Chen Linan!"
"Barring any surprises, this third young master, Chen Xiao, should be the Chen Royal Family's third in line to inherit, as well as Chen Yang's cousin."
"It looks like this Young Master Chen Xiao is probably here to help the Southern Royal Family deal with Chen Yang."
Caught between two Royal Families, Chen Yang's situation was an inevitable disaster.
Among the younger generation of the Chen Royal Family's Outer Court, the most noteworthy was undoubtedly the third son of Clan Leader Chen Linan. Although Chen Xiao was the youngest, he was still one of the designated heirs. His strength and influence went without saying.
There were even rumors that Young Master Chen Xiao had already secured a marriage arrangent with a lady from the Inner Court. Not only had his status risen rapidly, but he might also be brought into the Inner Court itself. The Inner Court was the true core of the Chen Royal Family. As such, his influence within the Chen Royal Family was astonishing, and he was a dazzling figure who could not be underestimated, even by the other Royal Families.
By rights, Chen Yang was the first in line to inherit. However, because of the incident twenty-eight years ago, he beca the descendant of a sinner, allowing even Chen Xiao to tread all over him.
Bloodline was one thing, but without the acceptance and recognition of the Chen Family, he was nothing but a joke. This ti, Chen Xiao's involvent was an unmistakable sign of the Chen Family's stance: this descendant of a sinner must be eliminated as quickly as possible. Otherwise, in such a turbulent era, why would the Chen Family be in such a hurry to intervene?
In everyone's eyes, a person like Chen Xiao was undoubtedly built up with countless resources. When compared to Chen Yang, the vast differences between them would be obvious. Even a person with the strongest will would find it difficult to remain composed. After they t, Chen Yang's resentnt, defeat, and despair would likely beco quite apparent.
Kill the spirit as well as the body. The thods of the Chen Royal Family were undeniably ruthless.
At the sa ti, the Southern Royal Family also made their move, sending forth Young Master Tang Yunxing and his second uncle. Tang Yunxing's status within the Southern Royal Family was comparable to Chen Xiao's. When the two t, they took an instant liking to each other, feeling as if they should have been friends for years. Having never interacted before, they beca the best of friends over a few drinks, showing signs of becoming sworn brothers.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Tang Yunxing issued an order: Chen Yang was to present himself at their door and atone for his cris within three days.
As soon as these words were spoken, a dark cloud completely enveloped Cangyun City. Now that Young Master Tang had thrown down the gauntlet, how would Chen Yang respond? Everyone watched quietly, waiting for the great storm to erupt. They all wanted to see what gave Chen Yang the confidence to dare resist the might of the Royal Families alone, and who would ultimately co out on top.
The major influential families, who had been almost universally silent for so ti, resurfaced.
"Does he really think he's a god who can do whatever he wants? Or does he think the Royal Families are pushovers?"
"He's nothing but a stray dog. Without the title of Supre Martial Commander, he's just worthless scum."
***
「Midsumr.」
The overwhelming heatwave drained all vitality from the world. The vegetation within the residential community languished, unable to withstand the scorching heat. Chen Yang had recently taken a liking to swimming, traversing the Qingyuan River with Yang Hu almost daily.
「That day.」
Chen Yang sat in the courtyard, holding a handkerchief and ticulously wiping down a silver lance. This was his battle lance. It had been with him since he was eighteen, slaying enemies in battle for eleven years now. It had been kept in Hanyun Valley until he had Liu Wu deliver it specially. The once-red tassel had turned brown, stained with an unknown amount of blood. From the shaft to the tip, Chen Yang wiped every inch, mories of a decade of warfare flashing through his mind.
"Notify Hanyun Valley that no matter what happens, they are not to act recklessly. They must faithfully guard our nation's gate," Chen Yang suddenly said.
A hero's body, seven feet tall. Blood staining the yellow sands, a drawn sword upon a leaping horse. Though he was far from the battlefield, his responsibility remained.
Yang Hu stood to the side, silent. The weather was truly sweltering. When would a sweet rain finally fall to cool down Cangyun City?
"Don't die. You have to live."
"Even if you're no longer the Supre Martial Commander, you're the only one we recognize!"
Across the Four Seas and Eight Wastelands, in streets great and small, many looked to the heavens and prayed. He was the backbone, supporting the very spirit of Tianwu Country.
If this fight were to happen, the disparity in strength was plain to see. Could Chen Yang alone really fight against the combined forces of two Royal Families? It was nothing more than throwing an egg against a stone, an ant trying to shake a tree.
In truth, many were awaiting his death. For those aristocratic groups, they needed soone to collude with, soone to join them in oppressing the millions of common people, not soone who spoke for the poor.
He was threatening their livelihood. If he didn't die, who would?
But these noble and powerful families only dared to speak in private, getting their thrills from gossip. The lingering might of Chen Yang's recent actions was still felt, and if misfortune were to spring from their mouths, no one could bear the consequences.
Conversely, the suddenly-erged Supre Qiu Royal Family openly voiced their opinion. This Qiu Family was not a local power in Cangyun City. Like the Yang Family of Golden Summit, they were the overlords of a certain region and shared an extrely close relationship with the Yang Family. They had always kept a low profile, not drawing attention. Only when the Golden Summit Yang Family was destroyed did so of their core mbers appear in Holy Sea to see them off. Rumors had it that the Qiu Family Head and Yang Dingtian of the Golden Summit Yang Family were half-brothers, sharing the sa mother.
"Chen Yang is ignorant of his own limits. He has disrespected the majesty of the Royal Family and must atone with his life."
"For an arrogant clown like him, the Royal Families needn't use a sledgehamr to crack a nut. I, Qiu Hanqing, can crush him with one foot," Qiu Hanqing proclaid.
No sooner had he spoken than he set off for Cangyun City. The Qiu Family's Young Master, Qiu Hanqing, was still on the road, but his stance was already crystal clear. The implication was that he would personally kill Chen Yang; the Royal Family mbers only needed to sit back and watch the show. Whether he truly had the strength was not important. Having entered the fray, his montum had to be sufficient.
To put it bluntly, he was just borrowing the tiger's might for his own prestige. If the Royal Families hadn't made the first move, this Young Master Qiu would never have had the guts—the entire Qiu Family would have stayed hidden in their shell for a lifeti, never daring to show their face. Kicking a man when he's down, bullying others with borrowed power, taking advantage of chaos for personal gain—such are the classic moves of a villain.
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