I became a prince in a martial arts world.

Chapter 75 Arrival at Tianshan

Wang Yu thought for a moment, but was too embarrassed to say that he was reading "Peerless Pill God" or "I Refine Immortal Pills for My Beautiful Master". Instead, he made up a name for it, "Qingguang Treasure Mirror".

Thus, the group heading to Tianshan was joined by Sun Wenzhu, a former disciple of Huichun Valley.

It was only then that Sun Wenzhu learned that Wang Yu was the Prince of Zhenxi, and that Li Yunxiu and Qianqian were his two consorts.

Sun Wenzhu looked Wang Yu up and down. "I've heard that the Prince of Zhenxi's Mansion has been buying up old ginseng and various medicinal herbs, but I don't see any signs of you overusing medicine."

Wang Yu asked curiously, "How could you tell that?"

Sun Wenzhu said calmly, "Observation, auscultation, inquiry, and palpation are the foundation of medical learning."

Wang Yu took a deep breath. "Wow, you've already finished pretending!"

"Then guess who's been consuming all the medicinal herbs that the Prince of Zhenxi's Mansion acquired?" Wang Yu teased.

"I don't know." Sun Wenzhu shook his head. "Ordinary ginseng and mushrooms are not considered spiritual medicines and cannot be used to refine good pills."

After a pause, Sun Wenzhu understood, "You've wasted many years in the capital and want to use medicine to increase your skills as soon as possible."

Wang Yu's eyes lit up. "So, can you refine good pills?"

Sun Wenzhu gave an irrelevant answer, saying, "I have other uses for these medicines."

Wang Yu rubbed his hands together. "Everything can be discussed. Maybe I can solve your problem without these spiritual herbs. You can refine these herbs into pills, give me some, and you can keep some for yourself."

Fang Shaobai listened for a long time and couldn't help but advise, "Brother Zhao's understanding is very profound. You should be careful when using medicine. If too much poison accumulates, it will be very difficult to clear if it gets stuck at the innate gate."

Liu Wuchen, who was walking beside Fang Shaobai, raised an eyebrow upon hearing this and gave Wang Yu a deep look.

Sun Wenzhu, who had been expressionless, was amused by Wang Yu and said, "You are quite frank."

"Because I have no reason to lie," Wang Yu said seriously.

Then Li Yunxiu and Qianqian, who were next to him, inexplicably laughed.

Sun Wenzhu shook her head. "If you can find the medicinal herbs, I can refine pills for you."

That was the end of the conversation, a polite way of saying no.

Wang Yu didn't care much. Although his tortoise shell needed spiritual medicine and pills, he wouldn't resort to any means to obtain it.

The old ginseng and lingzhi mushrooms from the Prince of Zhenxi's mansion were all purchased; the Lesser Rejuvenation Pill was given to him by Li Yunxiu; the Tendon-Changing and Bone-Forging Pill and the first Snow Lotus Jade Marrow Pill were spoils of war; as for the second Snow Lotus Jade Marrow Pill—

I am at odds with the Great Vajra Temple, so why not steal their things?

He was paying attention to Sun Wenzhu and the Nine-Leaf Perilla in his possession because Xu Hao said that Sun Wenzhu was an outcast from Huichun Valley who had stolen the Nine-Leaf Perilla and disappeared without a trace.

Moreover, after taking the second Snow Lotus Jade Marrow Pill, he had reached the level of a first-class master. Even the disciples carefully trained by Tiancan and Dique were no match for him, so his need to improve his skills was not so urgent for the time being.

Besides, with the Tianshan Mountains in sight, maybe I can get my hands on a Tianshan snow lotus.

They were not far from the Tianshan Mountains at this point. The group rode along and soon arrived at a small town at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains. Looking up, they saw Lingxiao Peak, the main peak of the eastern Tianshan Mountains.

The Tianshan Sect is not located on Lingxiao Peak, but rather on Woxiantai, not far in front of it. Every morning at sunrise, the shadow of Woxiantai is cast on Lingxiao Peak behind it, resembling a drunken immortal, hence the name.

This market town at the foot of Tianshan Mountain mainly serves the disciples of the Tianshan Sect and travelers. Whether they come to study or seek medicine, or to pay homage to the mountain and pick lotus flowers, most of them have to pass through here.

"Didn't the Tianshan Sect send anyone to greet guests in this town?" Wang Yu asked.

Fang Shaobai laughed, "Do you think every force has as many people and power as your Zhenxi Prince's Mansion? The Tianshan Sect probably only has a few dozen people, all of them practicing on the mountain. It's good enough if they send a few outer disciples to the town to gather information."

The so-called outer disciples are those who lack the aptitude to enter the inner sect, but are taught a few rudimentary internal and external martial arts skills, capable of serving the sect—

That's all.

Many sects in the martial arts world have such outer disciples, but although they are called disciples, they are actually similar to servants in the Zhenxi Prince's Mansion. They have a reputation, but most of them do not have any skills and may not even be qualified to make it in the martial arts world.

In addition, the major sects have limited resources and a limited number of talented disciples. Even the famous Seven Sword Sects only have fifty or seventy disciples per generation. Even fewer can achieve success and make a name for themselves in the martial world. Only three or five people can make a name for themselves in each generation. If more than two thousand people are still alive as elders over sixty years old, they are considered very successful.

The Tianshan Sect is located far in the Western Regions, and it is said that they are extremely strict in accepting disciples. It is questionable whether the entire sect can even have fifty disciples, let alone a hundred.

This is one of the reasons why the imperial court is not worried about martial arts sects. There is no other reason than that although they have high-end combat power, there are too few of them to pose a threat to the regime.

Once martial arts skills reach a high level, the desire to explore the mysteries of the human body will only intensify, while the ambition for power will diminish, posing even less of a threat to the imperial court.

Of course, this refers to ordinary martial arts sects, excluding Buddhist and Taoist sects, aristocratic families, and demonic cults.

The group entered the town, intending to stay overnight and pay their respects at the mountain the next morning.

Just then, an arrogant laugh suddenly rang out, "Old hag, you've been hit by my master's palm. The power of the White Bone Palm has now penetrated your internal organs and bone marrow. You can't even walk properly now. No matter how powerful the Tianshan Sect is, they're not gods. They can't save your master."

If you want to save your master, you'd better marry me obediently. Only my master can save her by personally taking action and using the same true energy. Otherwise, even if the Heavenly King himself came, it wouldn't be of any use. In a few days, you can collect your master's body.

"Pah! My master won't die, the Tianshan Sect will definitely save her!" A clear, melodious voice rang out. Although the tone was full of anger, it sounded cute to onlookers.

As they turned a corner, they saw two opposing groups of people facing off.

One side was dressed in white, and seven or eight burly men in sheepskin coats stood guard at the entrance of the tavern with knives. In the middle sat an old woman with a full head of white hair, wearing a blue dress with a colorful collar, and her face looked sickly.

Beside the old woman was a bright and beautiful young girl of about sixteen, with fair skin, a collar trimmed with silver fox fur, and a small curved knife inlaid with silver hanging at her waist. When she shook her head in denial, dozens of small braids flew up from her hair, making her look even more delicate and beautiful.

On the other side, dressed in black, a dozen burly men formed a semi-circle around the tavern's entrance, staring at the men in white with ill intent. The leader was a young man who looked quite handsome, but his mouth was smirked and his eyes were filled with evil, as if he had "I'm not a good person" written all over his face.

Seeing so many people suddenly appear from the street corner, both groups were taken aback. The young man in black glanced at Li Yun, Qianqian, and Leng Jiangzhu, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

While Li Yun and Qianqian were undoubtedly stunning beauties, Leng Jiangzhu was also quite beautiful; there were practically no ugly female disciples of the Meishan Sect.

But after glancing at the three women, the young man's gaze returned to the bright and beautiful young girl. "Little sister Arde, our families are well-matched. You're going to marry me eventually. If not me, who else could you marry?"

Alde wrinkled her nose and said with dissatisfaction, "Who's going to marry you! Even my father refused. You should just marry that black cuckoo from your tribe."

"How can she compare to you!" the young man scoffed. "She slept with me three years ago, and I'm already tired of her."

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Alde exclaimed in disbelief, "She liked you so much, and you—how can you be so ungrateful for her!"

The young man chuckled and said, "But if it were your sister Arde, I would be willing to stay with you forever."

Alder glared at her. "Don't even think about it!"

The young man smiled wickedly, "I'd like to see if you'll still agree when your master is dying. Let me warn you, in another month, your master will be terminally ill and even my master won't be able to save him."

Aldet bit her lower lip, feeling anxious, angry, and a little frightened. After all, the young man spoke with such certainty that she wasn't entirely sure herself.

The old woman gently pulled the girl's hand, "Aldey, don't worry, don't be angry."

"But Master—"

"Don't worry, Sect Leader Ye can heal me. There's nothing in the world that can stump Sect Leader Ye," the old woman comforted her.

Seeing the girl breathe a sigh of relief, the old woman said quietly, "Besides, your master is over eighty years old. Even if I'm cured, I won't live for many more years. You can't listen to people's provocations and threats, or you'll ruin yourself in a moment of panic."

The young girl took the old woman's arm and said happily, "Master, you must live to be a hundred years old, and you must help me choose a husband and officiate at my wedding!"

The old woman's face showed affection, but deep in her eyes was a deep sorrow.

Although they didn't know their identities yet, after listening for a while, everyone roughly understood what was going on.

Leng Jiangzhu's eyes turned cold, and her gaze towards the young man in black was filled with murderous intent. She reached out and lightly stroked the hilt of her sword.

Just then, a figure rushed over from afar, covering dozens of feet in the blink of an eye, and at the same time, a chilling aura followed, as if an iceberg was rushing towards them.

A master of innate talent!

The next moment, the figure suddenly stopped at the entrance of the tavern. It was a middle-aged man dressed in white, carrying a long sword, with three long wisps of beard on his chin. After a quick glance, he bowed to the old woman in the tavern and said, "Greetings, Senior Yan."

Yan Xiangxue smiled and said, "Hello, Nephew Yang."

Yang Weiming said, "My master was overjoyed to hear of your arrival, senior. However, he is currently preparing for his birthday banquet, and my grandmaster is still in seclusion. Therefore, he instructed his disciple to welcome you. Please forgive any shortcomings in my hospitality!"

Yan Xiangxue laughed and said, "Nephew Yang, what are you saying? This old woman has come for help."

Yang Weiming glanced at the young man in black, who swallowed hard and immediately introduced himself, "My name is Yuan Nahe, the Black Qiang King is my father, and Shi Mo is my master. I have come here on my master's orders to celebrate Master Ye's birthday."

Yang Weiming raised an eyebrow, but still nodded. "Thank you for your concern, Master, but please cease fighting within the Tianshan territory."

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Yuan Nahe waved his hand, signaling his men to put away their weapons, and nodded repeatedly, "Of course."

The next moment, Yang Weiming turned to Wang Yu and the others, "Is it the chief disciples of the seven major sword sects who have come to keep their ten-year agreement?"

Liu Wuchen stepped forward and said, "Liu Wuchen of the Bashan Sect greets Senior Yang."

Next, the other six people introduced themselves.

"Sun Wenzhu greets senior." Sun Wenzhu clasped his hands in greeting.

"Zhao Yu, along with his two wives, greets Senior Yang," Wang Yu said with a cupped hand and a smile.

Yang Weiming did not recognize Sun Wenzhu, nor did he know the name of the current Zhenxi King, but since they came with the disciples of the Seven Sects, they had obviously gained the approval of the Seven Sects. This was not uncommon before, so he did not pay any attention to it.

"Let's go up the mountain together."