Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 227 Snatching Yang Diao'er, Killing the Little Prince (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Sun Yanwan grabbed a member of the Demonic Cult, immobilized him by striking his pressure points, and then, in a secluded spot, changed his clothes and began searching for the Little Prince of Northern Yan.

As the most important guest, it wasn't hard to find out where the little prince of Northern Yan was staying. Sun Yanwan quickly found the place, but from afar she saw countless people surrounding the little prince, guiding him through the etiquette. Narenzha and Jiyatana were also there, and there were even several experts from the Demonic Sect. There was absolutely no chance for him to get anywhere.

Sun Yanwan wandered around for half a day without finding any opportunity, but she did find out that today was the day of the wedding procession.

When the auspicious time arrived, the young prince of Beiyan, surrounded by more than a hundred people, headed up Zhoujia Mountain. Along the way, there was drumming and music from who-knows-where, just like a wedding ceremony in the countryside.

The Northern Yan royal court had little etiquette, and neither did the Demonic Sect. Therefore, the music and drums were brought in temporarily. Although it was lively, it was quite inappropriate for the two families. However, neither the Northern Yan royal court nor the Demonic Sect cared.

The wedding ceremony was held in a mountain valley with beautiful scenery. It was originally the place where the Demonic Sect held various ceremonies, and even the successive leaders of the sect ascended to the throne here.

Sun Yanwan went to great lengths to blend in. She saw that a high platform had already been built in the mountain valley. The platform was against a mountain wall, with several ancient pine trees on the wall, which looked like a natural pavilion. Four people sat on the platform. One was an old man with a stern face, wearing a dark blue robe. He looked quite dignified. Another was a very handsome man with a bright smile. His age was hard to tell. With his glances, everyone around him was in awe. It was clear that he had long held a high position.

Sun Yanwan didn't even need to match the names to know that one of the two men was the Xuanming Ancestor, and the other was Yang Wuji, the leader of the Demonic Sect.

Sun Yanwan was more familiar with the other two: Narenzha, the princess of Northern Yan, daughter of Xia Guang, and the little princess of Northern Yan, the Great Sun Golden Feather of the grasslands, and now one of the youngest grandmasters in the world, Jiyatana.

Although neither the Northern Yan nor the Demonic Sect were known for their etiquette, the wedding ceremony still involved a great deal of formalities. Watching the people on the stage bustling about, Sun Yanwan felt anxious. Unable to find an opportunity, he wandered aimlessly through the valley and accidentally stumbled upon a storeroom. After going inside and looking around, he discovered a great many ropes.

Sun Yanwan's heart lit up slightly. She glanced at the terrain of the mountain valley and suddenly thought, "Could we use a long rope to swing directly to the high platform?"

He pondered for a moment, seemingly having no other choice, then stole a bundle of ropes, slipped out of the ravine, and used his lightness skill to try and get around to the top of the stone platform.

At this moment, the ceremony came to a close. The young prince of Northern Yan, dressed in the distinctive attire of the royal court, ascended the high platform. He had white eagle feathers in his hair, gold rings on his ears, and a white bear fur robe on his body. He was quite tall and imposing, but he was extremely ugly, with a lion's face, a wide mouth, and fierce eyes.

Surrounded by dozens of people, he exuded a fierce aura, which also gave him a certain air of authority.

This young prince of Northern Yan is named Wuyun Subude. Although he cannot compare to a prodigy like Jiyatana, he is a well-known warrior in the Northern Yan royal court. Everyone has high hopes for him. He is expected to advance to the Innate Realm after the age of thirty, and his future as a Grandmaster is promising.

The Northern Yan royal court has no crown prince from Da Lang. Which prince will inherit the royal court in the future depends entirely on the verbal appointment of the Northern Yan ruler and the support of the various tribes.

This young prince, Wuyun Subu, is known for his martial prowess and exceptional talent. He has a considerable reputation and has long been promised the throne by his father. He also enjoys the support of various tribes, and most of the people of Northern Yan believe that he will be the future ruler of the Great Grassland.

In terms of martial arts, Wuyun Subude is far inferior to Zhang Qingxi, but in terms of status in the royal family, ten Zhang Qingxis cannot compare to Wuyun Subude.

The higher and more outstanding Zhang Qingxi's martial arts skills are, the more the members of the Da Lang royal family will oppose him.

Throughout history, all ministers have hoped that the emperor would leave affairs unattended and hand over power to them.

Especially those who originally supported the Crown Prince but now support the Second Prince have long stood on the opposite side of the Songyang faction, forcing Zhang Qingxi and her son to leave Luojing to avoid disaster. If it weren't for the protection of the Songyang faction, the two of them would have died long ago. How could these people believe that Zhang Qingxi would ascend the throne without settling scores with them?
Uyun Subude, brimming with confidence, couldn't help but recall the list of martial arts beauties created by the younger generation of the Northern Yan royal family and Longzang Temple back on the grasslands. Fannajia Er had once said that "over 90% of the young princes in the Northern Yan royal court" were not lying; Uyun Subude not only participated in it but was also one of its initiators.

He thought to himself with a smug smile, "When we were compiling the list, Yang Diao'er was the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world, even surpassing Shi Si and Ji Yatana from Shao Chan Temple."

"At that time, I swore that I would marry this woman. Unfortunately, the Demonic Sect did not give face to our Northern Yan Royal Court. I sent people to propose marriage several times, but all my efforts were in vain."

"This time, when Northern Yan and the Demonic Sect formed an alliance, I begged my father to intervene and even brought out a Supreme Relic before I finally got Yang Wuji's approval."

"Now, the most beautiful woman in the world is finally mine."

Yang Diao'er arrived a moment later, also surrounded by dozens of members of the Demonic Sect, and walked up to the high platform.

At this moment, Yang Diao'er's mind was filled with the fan that her father had torn to pieces, and her thoughts were also filled with that cheeky, smiling, indescribably charming and dashing, yet also indescribably dissolute and flamboyant young man from Da Lang.

From a young age, she was diagnosed as being incompatible with the Heavenly Demon Art, a secret technique of the Demonic Sect, and was sent to the tutelage of the Xuanming Daoist. She spent most of her time in Nanxia. In her life, she had seen many young men, some of whom were exceptionally brave and talented, but none of them could compare to that young man from Dalang.

Looking back now, Yang Diao'er realized that she knew she had made a three-year martial arts agreement with Sun Yanwan. She was originally going to Luojing on business, but she couldn't resist going there halfway to see this disciple of Grandmaster Zhang Yuanqiao.

At their first meeting, Sun Yanwan actually saw through her disguise. After exchanging a move, Yang Diao'er was surprised that she had been slightly careless and had actually suffered a minor injury. Sun Yanwan's move, "Water and Fire Imprisoning Dragon," injured her lung meridian. She was extremely dissatisfied, which led to their second encounter.

Yang Diao'er originally wanted to ask why Sun Yanwan could use two different sword techniques with both hands.

She had never seen anything like this before and was just curious.

Unexpectedly, this little rascal didn't answer the question at all. Instead, he mocked her and openly said, "My master said that if we meet again in the martial world three years from now and our battles are evenly matched, he should go to the Demonic Sect to ask for my hand in marriage."

Yang Diao'er had never seen such a shameless person in her life.

What followed was even more incoherent, such as, "It's not that I'm deliberately talking nonsense, but that I couldn't contain my urge to travel the world with Miss Diao'er the moment I saw her."

Then, shamelessly, he wrote a poem, and the line "The moon rises bright, the beautiful one is graceful. So elegant and charming, yet my heart is troubled!" wasn't actually that bad.

Yang Diao'er actually wrote this line on a fan, but she rarely took it out to play with it.

Yang Diao'er didn't think much of it at first, but who could have known that this person could write lines like, "When will we meet again? This night, this moment, is unbearable."
He even dared to openly and shamelessly say, "Miss Diao'er, I, Sun, will boldly say this: you can search the whole world and find anyone who can compose this poem. I will offer my head at any time, not even three years from now."

Yang Diao'er didn't think much of it at the time, but later she truly realized that there was indeed no one in the whole world who could match this person's literary talent.

Sun Yanwan not only excelled in both the provincial and imperial examinations, but was also hailed as the next generation's literary leader after Han Shi. His fame among scholars far surpassed his fame in the martial arts world.

Sun Yanwan's reputation in the literary world is even more resounding than that of several of today's top martial arts figures.

If this person hadn't suddenly become attached to Fanlou and even provoked Shi Si, Yang Diao'er might have truly been unable to resist...

Yang Diao'er sighed inwardly and muttered to herself, "This moment, this night, is so embarrassing, so truly embarrassing!"

Although she had heard from her father that Sun Wanyan had attacked the young prince on the grasslands, she thought he was merely venting his anger at being married to the prince of Northern Yan. Did this man really have the courage to come to Zhoujia Mountain and try to steal her away?
With Grandmasters Narenzha and Jiyatana protecting him, along with several experts at the Innate Realm, the young prince of Northern Yan, Wuyun Subu, was so powerful that no one could have killed him unless Grandmaster Zhang Yuanqiao had come in person.

Yang Diao'er was unaware that Sun Yanwan had recently made a move that nearly killed the Northern Yan prince, Wuyun Subu. The Northern Yan royal court felt that this was too shameful and therefore did not publicize it.

Yang Diao'er glanced at the Northern Yan prince, Wuyun Subu, to whom she was about to marry, and suddenly felt a surge of nausea. She thought to herself, "What if Sun Yanwan really comes to steal the bride at this moment?"

"Should I obey or disobey? Should I rebel or not rebel?"

She chuckled softly to herself, thinking, "What am I thinking? Even if he's incredibly audacious, how could he dare to come here? My master is on the stage, my father is on the stage, and there's also the Daughter of the Radiant Light of Northern Yan and the Golden Feather of the Great Sun. There's a top-tier expert, a grandmaster, two grandmasters, and countless other masters around them."

“Even if he has the skills of his senior brother Zhang Qingxi, he certainly wouldn’t dare to come. Even his master Zhang Yuanqiao would definitely not come. Even their Songyang Sect’s Ancestor Feng probably wouldn’t dare to come…” “Yang Diao’er, are you stupid?”

"How could someone actually have such fantasies?"

Yang Diao'er smiled slightly as she thought of Sun Yanwan. This thought caught the eye of Wu Yunsubude, the young prince of Northern Yan, who felt a great shock in his heart and exclaimed inwardly, "Truly worthy of being the most beautiful woman in the world!"

"Although there are internal disputes regarding our martial arts beauty list, seeing it with my own eyes now, the little princess of the Demonic Sect is indeed a bit more beautiful than the Great Sun Golden Feather of my grassland."

As the person in charge of etiquette called out repeatedly, the young prince of Northern Yan, Wuyun Subude, and Yang Diao'er were brought to the front of the four people on the high platform. Although Narenzha and Jiyatana could not be compared with Xuanming Daoist and Yang Wuji in terms of status, they represented the Northern Yan royal court and Longzang Temple respectively, so they could sit in the main seats.

Just as the master of ceremonies loudly proclaimed, "First bow to the Great Ancestor of the Heavenly Demon, and to all the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, and the Goddess of the Great Sun..."

In this world, Da Lang worships the Three Ancestors of Taoism, the Demonic Sect worships the Great Ancestor of the Heavenly Demon, the Dragon Treasury Temple worships all the gods and Buddhas, and the royal court of the Great Grassland worships the Goddess of the Great Sun. Therefore, the First White Bone Vajra Heart-Locking Hammer must worship all the gods of the Demonic Sect, the Dragon Treasury Temple, and the grassland.

Prince Wuyun Subude of Northern Yan stood side by side with Yang Diao'er, the two about to bow slightly...

A voice descended from the sky, shouting: "The Great Demon Ancestor forbids it, all the Buddhas of the heavens forbid it, and the Great Sun Goddess forbids it..."

"And I, Sun Yanwan, am not allowed to either!"

Sun Yanwan pulled a long rope and swung down from the sky. Now that she was on the rope, she couldn't use her powerful Immortal Hammer, but she struck down with a Ruyi Palm. Sun Yanwan was absolutely confident that this palm strike, even if it didn't kill him, would make the Northern Yan prince Wuyun Subude vomit blood.

He has already been promoted to the first rank, and if he can't severely injure this little prince of Northern Yan with a single palm strike, wouldn't that be a wasted promotion?
Narentaya and Jiyatana were both terrified. They attacked together, their two palm strikes sending Sun Yanwan slightly off course. Sun Yanwan was furious and thought to herself, "These two women are so hateful. If I can escape this time, I will definitely shut myself in and practice martial arts diligently. Once I reach the Grandmaster level, I will go to the Great Grassland Region and torture them to death."

"Otherwise, I won't feel relieved."

Sun Yanwan veered off course, not charging towards the Northern Yan prince Wuyun Subude, but instead heading towards Yang Diao'er.

He stared at Yang Diao'er as she drew closer, and could even see this Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect, his mortal enemy with whom he had a three-year pact. His pretty face was filled with shock, as if he had seen a giant monkey. Almost instinctively, he reached out and hugged Yang Diao'er's slender waist.

By this time, the young prince of Northern Yan, Wuyun Subu, had realized what was happening. He was both ashamed and angry, and then furious. Although he had heard that someone was coming to assassinate him on the grassland, he hadn't taken it to heart.

Even with all the protection in place, it was difficult for Sun Yanwan to see him.

Later, I heard that this top scholar from Dalang was chased around like a little rabbit, and even mocked Sun Yanwan, saying that he was really delusional. How could a mere commoner think of competing with the prince of Beiyan for someone?
He's nothing but a lustful scoundrel who doesn't know his place.

A few days ago, he was actually assassinated by Sun Yanwan, who injured his finger and damaged his internal organs. Only then did he become slightly afraid of Sun Yanwan, but he still did not believe that this kid could do anything.

At this moment, Sun Yanwan was unexpectedly seen appearing on Zhoujia Mountain, and she openly showed up to snatch Yang Diao'er.

When Prince Wuyun Subude of Northern Yan saw Sun Yanwan embracing Yang Diao'er's slender waist, and Yang Diao'er seemed to have lost all her martial arts skills and did not resist, her body was soft and pitiful, he was furious and slapped her down with his palm, using the secret thirty-two divine power of the Northern Yan royal court: the snake form of the King of Kasyapa!
Sun Yanwan took a deep breath, and all twenty-four meridians in her body unleashed explosive power. She used a move called "Dragon and Python Combination Strike," and one of her legs seemed to come alive, transforming into a ferocious dragon. Despite the risk of injury, she made no attempt to defend herself, determined to exchange blows and lives with this young prince of Northern Yan.

Where had Wuyun Subude ever seen such a fierce fighting style?

They were in a hurry to change their strategy, but it was too late.
The King Serpent and the Python combine their attacks!
The pinnacle of martial arts from Northern Yan clashed with the newly created martial arts from Great Lang.

Both sides unleashed their attacks without holding back, landing solid blows on their opponents.

Wuyun Subude slapped Sun Yanwan's buttocks, but Sun Yanwan kicked him in the chest.

This kick was delivered with restrained force; all the true energy was concentrated within Wuyun Subude's body, yet it failed to kick the young prince of Northern Yan away.

Sun Yanwan received a palm strike from Wuyun Subu De. She felt a sweet taste in her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. Relying on the wonders of the Ruyi Qiankun Bag, she neutralized most of the palm strike's force, circulated it within several Ruyi acupoints, and mixed it together. Gathering all her strength, she unleashed another move, "The Python Crosses the Sea."

This move, however, is not the Immortal Hammer, but a technique created by a human demon.

When Sun Yanwan created the Immortal Hammer, he always thought of launching a continuous and relentless attack, like a storm, to deal the highest damage with combos.

The demon, however, had no such calculations; he simply wanted to deal maximum damage in one move.

Therefore, judging solely by the power of a single move, the fist technique created by the human demon is even more powerful than the Immortal Hammer. However, once he unleashes a move, he needs to retreat and cannot unleash a second move in a short period of time. If their skill levels are equal, the opening is too large, making it far inferior to the Immortal Hammer.

After all, the foundation of the Immortal Hammer is the Golden Tendon Jade Bone Fist of the Songyang School, and Sun Yanwan is ten times smarter than the human demon, so the idea is brilliant.

At this moment, it was already a stroke of luck that Sun Yanwan was able to launch two attacks in a row. How could she possibly have a chance to launch a third attack?

Therefore, the demon's fist technique is more suitable. This move, "The Python Crossing the Sea," is also a leg technique, a kick that comes down.

Wuyun Subude activated the Great Snow Mountain Phase, the first of the Thirty-Two Phases of Secret Treasures, in an attempt to block the attack. However, as soon as the attack was launched, he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and the power of the attack was reduced by one or two parts.

He was injured by Sun Yanwan a few days ago. Just now, he exchanged blows with Sun Yanwan and was kicked again. Although he relied on the secret martial arts of Longzang Temple and the Northern Yan Royal Court, and was a person who cultivated both internal and external skills, he managed to endure it. However, the injury was compounded, and it finally affected his ability to fight.

Sun Yanwan's kick not only contained all of her own power, but also a portion of the power she borrowed from the previous move of the Northern Yan prince, Wuyun Subude, the Garuda Serpent Form. With this ebb and flow,

This kick was like Mount Songyang pressing down, destroying the snow-capped peaks of Wuyun Subude with overwhelming force.

If there were a way to describe it, it would be—the snow mountain avalanche!
The kick pierced through Wuyun Subude's defenses and landed squarely on the head of the Northern Yan prince. The unparalleled force poured down, and bright red blood flowed from Wuyun Subude's face, including his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

There was even a faint white substance flowing out...

Sun Yanwan felt a satisfying kick, but he was blocked by Wuyun Subude, and his momentum to escape was stopped. He had no chance to take the opportunity to escape.

Sun Yanwan originally thought that if she succeeded, she could use the momentum of the rope to swing up to the opposite hilltop and perhaps have a chance to escape.

He sighed, bracing himself for the onslaught of countless experts and the relentless downpour.

You should face the choices you made with equanimity.

He looked down and happened to see Yang Diao'er, whose bright eyes seemed to hold endless affection. He couldn't help but chuckle and said, "To die under the peony is to be a romantic ghost, even if it means losing my life today!"

"It was worth it!"

Just then, two incredibly powerful palm strikes came. To improve her lightness skill, Sun Yanwan didn't use the Taiyi Qingling True Qi today. She touched the Ice Silkworm Fan in her bosom but decided against using it. Instead, she countered with a palm strike, preparing to meet the palm force of a grandmaster, the best in the world.

(End of this chapter)