Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 836: Chapter 684

Ji Feng slashed down with his sword!

"Stop!"

Mo Yi shouted.

Ji Feng wouldn’t listen to him.

He only took orders from the Emperor of Liang.

Mo Yi stepped onto the railing and leaped down towards Ji Feng.

He drew his Tang Blade, aiming directly for Ji Feng’s heart.

Even though Ji Feng felt the sudden murderous aura, he didn’t stop.

He could die, but his mission must be completed.

Clang!

Chen Long used the Sword Box to parry Mo Yi’s Tang Blade.

Chen Long blocked in front of Ji Feng.

Mo Yi retreated ten steps away.

As Ji Feng finished that sword strike, he collapsed onto Mo Ye with exhaustion.

Chen Long grabbed Ji Feng and used Qinggong to fly up to the second floor.

"If you’d be so kind, give us a guest room."

He said to Duan Wenliang.

Duan Wenliang nodded awkwardly, "Ah, okay."

"Mo Yi, come back."

Ayimulan spoke.

Mo Yi carried Mo Ye back to the second floor.

Whether Mo Ye was alive or dead, it no longer mattered.

Even if his life remained, from now on his Sword Intent... was lost.

In this round, Loulan suffered a crushing defeat.

From the beginning, he could see Ji Feng had no chance of victory.

But Ji Feng’s willpower surpassed his instincts, exceeding everyone’s expectations.

The Emperor of Liang’s eye for choosing people was indeed sharp.

Meng Qianqian went to treat Ji Feng’s injuries.

Tan’er followed, "Sister, can Ji Feng brother still be saved? He’s hurt so bad!"

Meng Qianqian unbuttoned Ji Feng’s clothes, checked his wound, and said to Tan’er, "Indeed it’s very serious, but he can be saved."

Anyone else might find it difficult.

But he was Ji Feng.

Early on during that time in Liang Country, she discovered his astonishing willpower.

He didn’t have a high talent.

So he didn’t choose any flashy Martial Arts styles.

His moves were always just those few.

They seemed to be easily countered, but no one really understood his true power.

He didn’t practice Evil Skills like Mo Yi, and his willpower let him fall again and again, each time rising stronger.

Meng Qianqian quickly performed Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles to heal him.

"Are you going to watch the duel?"

She asked Tan’er.

Tan’er shook her head, "I’ll stay with sister."

The duel was exciting, but being by her sister’s side was most important.

"Alright, I’ll be quick."

Meng Qianqian focused on healing Ji Feng’s injuries.

Tan’er sat on a small stool, resting her fists on her cheeks, looking like a child watching Meng Qianqian’s busy figure.

In the lobby, Liang Country won the first battle, and Duan Wenliang nearly clapped in praise before Xun Wu pressed him down.

"Businessmen don’t do this."

Xun Wu said.

"Oh."

Duan Wenliang silently withdrew his hands.

It was really itchy.

Meng Lang rubbed his chin.

Chen Long glanced at him, "Don’t just learn from others."

"What did I learn from whom?"

After saying this, Meng Lang realized this was an action Lu Yuan had when thinking, and he sulkily put his hand down, "Can’t even imitate a little?"

It wasn’t intentional.

Just subconscious influence, as they say—being close to vermilion makes one red, being close to ink makes one black.

"If you dislike him so much, why let your sister marry him?"

"What’s it to you?"

Meng Lang: "...she’s my sister."

Chen Long: "You’re not even qualified to be her brother."

Meng Lang: "..."

And you criticize me for learning from Lu Yuan, yet you’ve mastered his sarcasm too?

But these thoughts stayed in his mind, saying them aloud would only get him into trouble.

"So, who’s up for the next round?"

He looked at Lu Yuan and Chen Long.

Their gazes simultaneously landed on his face.

He shivered, "Not me again, is it? I already fought at the welcome banquet! You can’t just keep picking on me!!!"

Chen Long calmly said, "That’s all you’re capable of."

Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow, "Indeed, you won’t beat anyone in the next few."

Meng Lang, hands on his hips, retorted defiantly, "Who are you looking down on?"

Shangguan Ling frowned and took his elbow off, "Why are you acting like a little girl?"

Tan’er, when excited, always put her hands on her hips and occasionally stamped her foot.

Mo Yi stepped forward, "Who’s going to fight me in the next round?"

Shangguan Ling touched the Brocade Spring Saber at his waist.

Mo Yi said, "I advise you not to seek death."

Meng Lang chimed in, "Exactly, don’t seek death."

He shouldn’t be the only one underestimated!

Shangguan Ling slapped his forehead, "You’ll imitate anyone!"

Meng Lang held his painfully throbbing head and glared at him.

Chen Long said, "I’ll compete with you."

Mo Yi said coldly, "Are you sure you want to compete, Young Master?"

Yucheng Building laughed, "That’s probably inappropriate, isn’t it? How could a Loulan person fight another Loulan person? Emperor of Liang, is this your trump card?"

"He is a Loulan person, he can’t compete with you, but I can fight you, right?"

A voice full of flair came from the entrance of the Weiyang Building’s lobby.

Everyone turned towards the voice, and it was none other than the long-unseen Ji Li, clad in Mystic Robe with white hair, holding a folding fan.

He was handsome, his white hair adding a touch of etherealness, yet his aura had a bit of unrestrained charm.

From the moment he stepped out of the carriage, countless daughters’ exclamations were attracted.

But it was only a fleeting moment; when Princess Wanping descended from the carriage, the crowd fell silent.

Princess Wanping proudly entered Weiyang Building.

She was like a proud peacock, but not the annoying kind.

She first greeted the Emperor of Liang upstairs, then nodded to the Loulan Queen.

She was a Princess of Great Zhou; her every word and action represented the Imperial Family of Great Zhou. Regardless of her true feelings, her facade must remain flawless.

Duan Wenliang and Xun Wu hurriedly went downstairs and paid grand respect to the Princess.

"Didn’t know the Princess would grace us with her presence, apologies for the lacking welcome."

Duan Wenliang said.

Princess Wanping said coolly, "Such excitement, yet you didn’t inform the Princess. Seems like Weiyang Building doesn’t want to continue operating."

Duan Wenliang replied sheepishly, "Please forgive us, Princess."

Princess Wanping ascended to the second floor. She neither joined the Emperor of Liang’s group nor the Loulan Envoys but chose Duan Mingyue’s observation terrace.

Duan Mingyue yielded the best spot and ordered chairs and tables to be brought.

Princess Wanping gracefully sat down.

Ji Li remained in the lobby on the first floor.

Ayimulan said, "If I am not mistaken, isn’t that Princess Wanping’s Prince Consort? Does Great Zhou wish to interfere with Loulan and Liang Country’s private matters?"

Princess Wanping responded leisurely, "The Twelve Guards and the Black Armor Army have allied with Liang Country; they no longer fall under our Great Zhou Court’s jurisdiction. Though he is a Prince Consort, he is also a free man. If the Princess Consort truly minds, I can also divorce this Prince Consort."

Ji Li’s body shuddered, "Woman! What are you saying?"

Princess Wanping spoke indifferently, "Anyhow, you don’t remember that you are my Prince Consort."

Ji Li clenched his fists, "That’s going too far..."

Ayimulan smirked, "You people of the Central Plains have a saying, ’Better to destroy ten temples than ruin one marriage.’ I won’t make things difficult; if the Prince Consort wants to represent Liang Country in battle, then please go ahead. Princess Wanping might not be aware, but on the stage, life and death are at one’s own risk."

Princess Wanping admired her newly painted narikawaka fingernails, "Good, if he dies, I’ll just get a new Prince Consort."

Ji Li: "...!!"