After fifteen years of cultivation, he finally reached the pinnacle of the first rank!

Chapter 8 The Seventh Prince

However, Cang Yinyue just looked at Li Musheng indifferently without saying anything.

There was silence in the air for a moment, and finally, she spoke reluctantly:
"Don't worry, whether you are the real Seventh Prince or not, I will do my best to ensure your safety."

Li Musheng shrugged and said with a smile:
"That's not what I meant. I just think that I traveled all the way to Shangyang City, but in the end I wasn't the prince. Isn't this a bit embarrassing?"

Hearing this, Cang Yinyue snorted coldly:
"I understand what you mean. If I am mistaken, I will compensate you with another 100 taels of silver as your travel expenses."

Li Musheng immediately gave a thumbs up with a smile and praised:
"Miss Cang is so generous, she is indeed a master of the Secret Service."

Cang Yinyue had a stern face, folded his arms, and said:
"Don't think you can be careless just because you've reached the Xiantian realm of martial arts. Xiantian masters can indeed run rampant in Shun'an City, but they are nothing compared to the entire Dali."

As she spoke, she sighed softly:

"I know you must have some luck. Otherwise, a small martial arts school in Shun'an City would not be able to produce a congenital master even if it spent all its wealth."

"But there are always mountains beyond mountains, and people beyond people. Once you arrive in Shangyang City, you will know that there are always astonishing geniuses in this world, and you will never be able to compare with them."

Li Musheng poked the fire with a wooden stick, making it burn brighter, and asked:

"for example?"

"I've never left Shun'an City, so I don't know much about what's going on outside. Miss Cang, you can tell me more. I'd love to hear it all."

Cang Yinyue shook his head and sneered:

"It's useless for me to tell you more. You will understand when you see it with your own eyes."

"However, I can tell you that the 'Seventh Prince' currently imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison is a man of extraordinary talent. Not only does he possess the ability to govern the country, but his martial arts talent is beyond the reach of countless others. Before this incident, he was even one of the princes with the greatest hope of becoming crown prince."

Hearing this, Li Musheng was stunned for a moment, then said with some regret:
"That's such a shame. Such an outstanding talent being imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison is definitely a loss for the Dali Dynasty."

Cang Yinyue glanced at Li Musheng, a hint of anger flashed across his eyes, and he suddenly said in a stern voice:
"In my eyes, you are the real Seventh Prince. If he is released, how will you cope with the situation?"

"Those things originally belonged to you, but he took them away for twenty years. How many more twenty years do you have left to lose?"

At this point, Cang Yinyue seemed to realize that he was a little excited, paused, and said:
"Taking you back to Shangyang City is just my duty. As for everything else, you have to rely on yourself. Otherwise, in that place in the imperial capital, you will probably be eaten until not even a bone is left."

Li Musheng frowned as he looked at Cang Yinyue who suddenly became angry for some reason.

Why is this girl getting more and more excited?

He didn't seem to say that he would be at the mercy of others?

But after thinking about it carefully, Li Musheng found that the other party actually had no ill intentions.

At this time, after Cang Yinyue finished speaking, she simply closed her eyes and ignored Li Musheng.

Seeing this, Li Musheng complained in his heart:

"You swore that you believed I was the Seventh Prince, but this is how you treat me. Are you treating me like the Prince of Dali?"

Thinking about it, he reached out and touched his arms, and suddenly said:

"Did Miss Cang go to the Yu Family Martial Arts School during the half incense stick of time she was away from Shun'an City today?"

Hearing this, Cang Yinyue suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Li Musheng fiercely:
"Are you following me?"

But soon, she shook her head again and said to herself:

"Impossible, if you followed me, I wouldn't have noticed."

Li Musheng spread his hands and said:
"I didn't follow you, but I guess you must have gone to the Yu family martial arts gym and asked that old man Yu to take what the Seven Thieves of Zhahe wanted."

"How do you know?" Cang Yinyue asked. "Because before today, you not only followed me, but also the Seven Zhahe Thieves. So you know what their purpose is."

Li Musheng reached into his bosom and took out a brown wooden box with six carved sides. He held it in his hands and played with it curiously.

"If you didn't care about what Old Man Yu had in his hand, you wouldn't have spent half an incense stick of time. Since you took that time, it means that this thing must be very important to you."

At this time, Cang Yinyue's expression had already changed. She reached out to feel her bag, but the items that were originally there were now empty.

Cang Yinyue leaned against the tree and slowly stood up. The bonfire in front of Li Musheng was reflected in her almond-shaped eyes.

"When did you steal it?" Cang Yinyue said calmly.

As the words fell, her slender figure disappeared into the twilight.

In the dim light, only a gust of wind could be heard, causing the burning campfire to sway.

When Cang Yinyue showed up again, she was already behind Li Musheng.

She took the six-sided wooden box from Li Musheng's hand with one hand, and raised the other hand high. Her jade-white palm turned into a hand knife and chopped at the back of Li Musheng's neck.

"You don't want to knock me out and then tie me up and take me to Shangyang City, do you?"

Li Musheng's voice sounded in Cang Yinyue's ears.

Her pupils suddenly widened, and she realized with shock that all her movements had stopped in mid-air, and she had become unable to move without knowing when.

"How...how did you do that?"

Cang Yinyue opened her mouth and found that she could speak.

"It's just an acupressure technique. Who told you to suddenly show up and scare me?"

Li Musheng chuckled and looked at Cang Yinyue who was so close to him. He suddenly felt something in his heart and stretched out his hand to take off the veil on the other's face.

"do not want!"

Cang Yinyue stopped him in a hurried voice.

But Li Musheng did not stop and said:

"Don't be so feudal and pedantic. Good looks are a gift from God. You should learn to share them. What's the point of hiding them and secretly looking at them yourself?"

However, when Li Musheng had halfway removed Cang Yinyue's veil, he quickly put it back on.

At this time, Cang Yinyue's eyes were already red, and she stared at Li Musheng with extreme anger.

"Hey, look at you, you're still anxious. Can't I just stop looking?"

After Li Musheng carefully put the veil on the other person, he withdrew his hand.

However, a hint of shame still appeared in his eyes.

His gaze lingered on the bonfire in front of him for a moment, and Li Musheng continued to fiddle with the wooden box in his hand.

At this time, Cang Yinyue closed his eyes, then slowly opened them, took a deep breath and asked:
"What acupressure technique did you use just now? Why was it so fast?"

Li Musheng said without turning his head:

"This is called the Sunflower Acupuncture Point Technique, but you probably haven't heard of it because it's a martial art I created myself."

(End of this chapter)