Sword Roaring in the Sky

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People in the martial arts world can roam freely across the land today and disappear without a trace tomorrow. If Sun Yanwan hadn't obtained the list of people imprisoned in Tianwu Prison, she wouldn't have imagined that so many people would be imprisoned in Luojing.

He now understood why the Zhang family, the son of the emperor, had managed to wipe out more than ten grandmasters back then.

Yang Wuji challenged the patriarch immediately after reaching the pinnacle of his cultivation; this leader of the Demonic Sect must have been holding back for a long time.

Zhang Yuanqiao risked great danger to take advantage of the ancestor's injury and storm the palace to launch a sneak attack. Perhaps the ancestor Feng left behind some last words.

The two brothers chatted for a while, but they could only accept the situation helplessly.

Sun Yanwan didn't stay in the palace for long. After leaving the palace, he returned to the scholar's residence.

At this time in Luojing, no one could surpass Sun Yanwan in terms of power. He controlled almost 70-80% of the military force in Luojing. Now, many Imperial Guards and city garrison troops had quietly joined the Tianma Gang. There was even a rumor that once you joined the Tianma Gang, your future would be bright.

Whether it was Grand Tutor Wen Xi or Marquis Huo Feihu, neither of them hindered Sun Yanwan when he took control of the army. Instead, they offered subtle assistance, which is why he was able to succeed so smoothly.

Upon returning to the scholar's residence, Shi Si and Yang Diao'er arrived together. Shi Si personally helped Sun Yanwan change into casual clothes, while Yang Diao'er brought a maid to prepare tea and snacks for Sun Yanwan.

Shi Si said in a low voice, "Master Yang has arrived."

On the day Emperor Zhang Xianwei of Dalang died, both Zhang Yuanqiao and Kongchan left Luojing and were reported to have been spotted in various places, providing strong evidence that they were not in Luojing.

But Yang Wuji did not leave. Sun Yanwan had no idea where her father-in-law had gone. When she learned that her father-in-law was at the mansion, her first reaction was to grab Yang Diao'er's hand and say, "Let's go see our father-in-law together."

Yang Diao'er chuckled and said, "Senior Sister is here!"

Sun Yanwan reached out and put her arm around Shi Si's slender waist, saying, "This is a big deal, and Aunt Shi also wants me to get through this as soon as possible."

Shi Si smiled and said, "It's already prepared for you."

Sun Yanwan roused himself, took Yang Diao'er's little hand, and went to the back. Naturally, someone brought fragrant tea. He and Yang Diao'er performed the proper etiquette, kowtowing to Yang Wuji and pouring tea for him.

Yang Wuji looked at Sun Yanwan, his eyes shifting from indifference to overflowing with emotion, as if boiling over. Sun Yanwan could almost feel this emotional change himself. He was greatly shocked and thought to himself, "Is this the ultimate spiritual realm?"

Simply by sitting still, he could infect a Grandmaster-level figure. Yang Wuji's Heavenly Demon Art, if not unprecedented, was at least dominant in the present era.

After a long silence, Yang Wuji said calmly, "You went to Zhoujia Mountain and snatched my daughter. Don't you intend to give me an explanation?"

Sun Yanwan quickly said, "Father-in-law! We are father-in-law and son-in-law, why be so formal?"

"My son-in-law governs over twenty cities, where the members of the Demonic Cult can roam freely and live in peace, without needing to conceal their identities. I, Diao'er, possess over ten large cities. If you have a grandson in the future, he will surely be the foundation of Diao'er's child's estate..."

Sun Yanwan was rambling on and on, boasting about his achievements, when suddenly he felt a chill, as if he had encountered a demon king from hell or an extraterrestrial demon. He suddenly gathered his true energy, and his true energy surged throughout his body, which was how he managed to withstand Yang Wuji's unparalleled demonic power.

Yang Wuji's oppressive aura was released and then immediately withdrawn, but it still frightened Sun Yanwan quite a bit.

The leader of the demonic sect said calmly, "Your child with Diao'er must have one of the surnames Yang. After the child turns five, send him to Zhoujia Mountain."

Sun Yanwan thought to himself, "Is that all?" He replied with a smile, "If Diao'er and I have seven or eight children in the future, it wouldn't hurt to give five or six to Father-in-law." Yang Wuji looked at Sun Yanwan and felt a strong urge to kill him with his bare hands.

He glanced at Yang Diao'er, only to see his daughter holding Sun Yanwan's hand, her eyes filled with tenderness and affection.

The leader of the demonic sect, a top expert of the time, couldn't help but sigh, thinking to himself, "Back then, I also worried that with only this one woman, countless people would covet her."

"In order to keep Diao'er from being disturbed, she was sent to Nanxia to learn skills. Originally, after careful selection, the young king of Beiyan was chosen, and there was hope that she would become the queen of the Beiyan royal court in the future. Who would have thought that this kid surnamed Sun would suddenly appear out of nowhere, kill the young king of Beiyan, and steal her away."

"This person……"

"That leaves one speechless."

Yang Wuji knew perfectly well that since following Sun Yanwan, Yang Diao'er's status had risen dramatically. She had broken through the Innate Realm and the Grandmaster Realm, and compared to her current reputation, the Grandmaster Realm was nothing. Now, Yang Diao'er was being compared to ancient beauties and was destined to be recorded in history. No matter her background or martial arts skills, they could not compare.

Even without commanding more than twenty cities, Sun Yanwan is one of the youngest grandmasters in history. Even without martial arts skills, Sun Yanwan is a renowned poet and a great Confucian scholar who can annotate the Six Classics...

Looking across the world, no matter who it is, when comparing the young prince of Northern Yan and Sun Yanwan, they would all discard the young prince of Northern Yan like a worn-out broom, and would not think that the young prince of Northern Yan is qualified to be compared with Sun Yanwan.

In fact, besides all these things, the most important thing for Yang Wuji was that his daughter truly loved this man.

He now slightly regrets destroying Yang Diao'er's fan.

However, as the head of a religion and an elderly father, he refused to apologize for it.

Yang Diao'er also cultivated the Heavenly Demon Art and possessed powerful spiritual strength. Sensing her father's slight regret, she obediently took out the Ice Silkworm Treasure Fan from her sleeve and gently unfolded it.

A two-dimensional portrait, executed with skillful technique, uses just a few strokes to bring to life a little sable in a gorgeous wedding dress, her eyes sparkling with life and her smile radiant.

Yang Diao'er blushed slightly and turned the Ice Silk Fan over again, revealing the poem "Green Jade Table - Lantern Festival".

When Yang Wuji saw the East Wind Blooming a Thousand Trees of Flowers, his heart trembled. Looking further down, he saw the sound of phoenix flutes, the light of jade pots turning, and fish and dragons dancing all night. He couldn't help but curse inwardly, "That little scoundrel Sun, his literary talent is too good."

Seeing the sable hairpin, the willow branches, and the golden threads, with laughter and a lingering fragrance, a thought suddenly occurred to him: "Even if I tear up a thousand fans, this little thief can still write a thousand."

Sun Yanwan was unaware that her father-in-law held her in such high regard; otherwise, she would have chuckled sheepishly and said, "I really haven't memorized that many poems and essays."

When Yang Wuji finally saw the words "smiling and talking, searching for her in the crowd, suddenly turning around," he sighed slightly. Then he saw the last sentence: "But she was there where the lights were dim."

He couldn't help but think to himself, "Only my sable is worthy of such poetry."

A slight sense of pride suddenly welled up inside me.

Yang Diao'er sensed the change in her father's aura and knew that he was no longer so conflicted. She felt a slight sense of relief and gently closed the Ice Silk Fan with her small hands. Although she remembered the fan, now that she had her lover and he was by her side forever, she didn't hold any resentment. She only hoped that her father would know that she was doing very well, very well, very well...

(End of this chapter)