Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 224 Zhang Yuanqiao's disciple is truly courageous
Yang Wuji left his daughter's room and couldn't help but chuckle, saying, "Zhang Yuanqiao's disciple is truly courageous! Knowing about the marriage alliance, he actually dared to go to the Great Plains to intercept and kill the little prince of the Northern Yan royal court."

"The Songyang Sect has two generations of masters and disciples, eight in total, and they couldn't even find one wife. How come such a romantic has emerged in the generation of their grand-disciple?"

Yang Wuji found it unbelievable...

Looking at the group that had grown to over two hundred people, Sun Yanwan felt a sense of despair. He asked Xiximuli, "What should we do with these people?"

Xiximuli replied, "In the country of Boshi, they would definitely be sold into slavery."

Sun Yanwan sighed and said, "That's a bit too inhuman."

Xiximuli replied, "Then let them fend for themselves."

Sun Yanwan sighed again, acquiescing to the option. He still had something extremely important to do: he had to stop the marriage alliance between Northern Yan and the Demonic Sect, and he absolutely could not allow Yang Wuji to obtain the Supreme Relic, regain his full power, and return to the pinnacle of martial arts.

For the sake of her master Zhang Yuanqiao, and for the sake of the Songyang Sect, Sun Yanwan had no other choice.

Perhaps out of guilt, Sun Yanwan had been teaching his followers some mental techniques and moves from the lower volume of the Sun Family Martial Arts Manual. These techniques and moves were handpicked by Zhang Yuanqiao, and were extremely easy to learn quickly. Most of those willing to follow Sun Yanwan were quick-witted, and more than ten people actually learned one or two sections of the mental techniques, while twenty or thirty people mastered some moves.

He and Sissimuri have decided to assassinate the little prince tonight.

A day ago, Narenzha suddenly went ahead of schedule to Zhoujia Mountain, taking several innate masters with her.

Now, only Giatanna is in the camp. She and this "brother" are not born of the same mother and are not close, so it is impossible for them to live in the same place. This makes Sun Yanwan feel that this is an opportunity.

Xiximuli had already found out where the most valuable treasure in the caravan was. He and Sun Yanwan would split up, one to kill someone and the other to rob the jewels. After they succeeded, they would escape separately and never meet again.

As usual, the two arranged for their followers to rest, and then left side by side with calm expressions. After walking several hundred steps, they found the horses and weapons they had hidden beforehand. They changed into the armor they had obtained from the fierce horse riders they had ambushed along the way, and then sneaked towards the camp of the Northern Yan royal court's wedding procession.

The camp was so large, and it was located within the territory of Nanxia. Nothing else happened along the way, so the people of Beiyan were not very vigilant, allowing the two of them to easily sneak in.

Sun Yanwan gestured to Xiximuli, and the merchant smiled, hoisted a sturdy leather bag, and strode away.

Sun Yanwan took a deep breath and crept towards the tent she had already inquired about.

He encountered several patrolling Northern Yan soldiers along the way, and he dealt with them all, hiding the bodies in secluded places.

The little prince's tent in the Northern Yan royal court was made of cowhide and was more than ten steps long from one side to the other. It was very spacious. Dozens of fierce horsemen guarded the tent, and two innate masters rested in two small tents nearby, ready to come and protect their master at any time.

Sun Yanwan waited patiently for a while. One of the riders on a spirited horse told his companion that he needed to relieve himself nearby. Not long after he left, Sun Yanwan swaggered out and nodded slightly to the other riders. In the darkness, the riders assumed their companion had returned and didn't pay any attention.

Sun Yanwan walked to the tent entrance, took a deep breath of true energy, lifted the tent flap, drew the Three Souls Double-Edged Sword, and, merging man and sword as one, unleashed a move of the Hunyuan Sword Technique. Now, of his eight extraordinary meridians and twelve regular meridians, sixteen have been opened, and he opened one more the day before yesterday. He can now use most of the Hunyuan Sword Techniques at will.

This move was the pinnacle of his swordsmanship, executed without reservation. His longsword pierced through the blankets inside the tent with a soft "plop," piercing through the person inside.

After Sun Yanwan succeeded, he felt something was wrong. He clearly sensed that there was another person in the bed. Without hesitation, he slapped down with his palm, as if hitting a piece of leather.

Someone in the quilt used their palm to defend themselves. The two palms clashed, the sheepskin quilt shattered instantly, and Sun Yanwan was violently thrown away.

A naked man exerted force with one palm, shoved the woman who had already been killed onto him, and threw her at Sun Yanwan. He then jumped up and grabbed the spiked club in the tent.

Sun Yanwan saw that both of them were naked. The woman who had thrown at her had her back to her and had been pierced through by a sword. Just moments before, they had been in a position where the woman was on top of the man. Knowing that she had mistakenly hit the second man, Lingxi also made her move. The two swords used different techniques to trap the young prince inside.

This young prince of the Northern Yan royal court not only learned the Thirty-Two Aspects of the Secret Realm from a young age, but also studied under a high monk of Longzang Temple in his youth. He combined the strengths of both schools, and his hands could clap, press, point, squeeze, and strike, fighting back against Sun Yanwan's twin swords. His palms faintly glowed with strange light, and he had even cultivated to the point of being invulnerable to swords and spears.

In the midst of his busy schedule, Sun Yanwan flicked his finger and released a Taiyi Qingling Pill.

The young prince of the Northern Yan royal court exhaled and shouted, "Assassins!"

With one hand he countered Sun Yanwan's longsword, while with the other hand he made more than ten changes, precisely intercepting the Taiyi Qingling Pill and shattering the ball of true energy with a flick of his finger.

Sun Yanwan's sharp eyes spotted the young prince, who had shattered the Taiyi Qingling Pill and had faint traces of blood on his hands. She knew that he had forcibly broken the move and had also suffered a slight injury.

But what good is it if it's just a finger injury?

He came to kill, not to scare people.

After exchanging several blows with the young prince, he realized that the other party was roughly a first-grade cultivator, not yet reaching the innate level, but possessed considerable skill in both internal and external martial arts, making him even more troublesome than someone at the innate level.

Sun Yanwan knew that the two innate masters living nearby would arrive in a moment, and if they were a little later, Jiyatana would also arrive. Sheathed her twin swords, her muscles bulging, and unleashed a powerful blow with her Immortal-Slaying Hammer.

Sun Yanwan is now a second-grade external martial artist, and her Dragon Elephant Meridian has reached the level of divine mastery. She unleashed thirteen Dragon Elephant Prajna strikes in one breath, each move as fast as lightning and as fierce as mountains and rivers. By the tenth strike, the little prince could no longer catch his breath, and by the eleventh strike, his chest tightened. The last two Dragon Elephant Prajna strikes shook his blood and qi, causing him indescribable discomfort.

The young prince of Northern Yan couldn't understand why, despite his superior martial arts skills and mastery of both internal and external techniques, he couldn't withstand the assassin's fist techniques in a direct confrontation.
Just as Sun Yanwan was about to unleash another punch, he heard a whooshing sound behind him. He twisted his body and used a move he had learned from the demon, the Four Symbols. However, he ended up clashing head-on with the Northern Yan Innate Realm expert who had ambushed him from behind.

This expert from the Northern Yan realm, whose martial arts were far inferior to those of Fan Najia and his ilk, was struck in the chest by the blow and felt disgusted. After a slight hesitation, Sun Yanwan had already broken into the tent and made a hasty escape.

The young prince of Northern Yan spat out a mouthful of blood, his face filled with horror.

(End of this chapter)