I'm here in the martial arts world just to find love.

Chu Ning recounted to Jiang Chao how she had felt uneasy over the past two days. After listening, Jiang Chao frowned slightly and fell into a brief silence.

"Okay, I understand."

After a moment, Jiang Chao nodded.

The trust and bond they had built together over the past few days made Jiang Chao believe that Chu's inexplicable unease must have some unknown reason.

In addition, Jiang Chao also realized the inadequacy of his bloodline power from his battle with the Blood Fiend Child tonight.

Although the power of bloodline, when pushed to its limit, can unleash power far exceeding that of ordinary martial arts masters, its current upper limit is just so-so. It has sufficient destructive power, but it is too one-dimensional and lacks variation.

If he doesn't find a way to break through, he might not be able to defeat a true master of martial arts in the future.

His father, Jiang Buwen, was a grandmaster of martial arts who had entered the Dao through swordsmanship and sword intent. He could split a mountain peak in two with his palm raised as a sword. The power of a grandmaster was terrifying.

As the son of a Grandmaster, I can't be too weak; it wouldn't make sense to stay stagnant.

Thinking of this, Jiang Chao glanced at the Moye Sword, which was quietly leaning against the bed not far away.

Speaking of which, this famous sword from the Fengxue Temple Weapon Pavilion has suffered quite a bit of injustice along with him.

It was used to dig holes and bury people twice.

One instance was when Su E encountered the remains of several people harmed by witchcraft at a post station on her way from Qingxi Town to Yunmeng Mountain. At that time, Su E revealed that she came from the Valley of Villains.

The other time was when he met Li Muqing.

In that nameless valley, in order to bury those martial arts practitioners who had also died from witchcraft persecution, Jiang Chao used the Moye sword to hack wildly at the earth and rocks in the valley.

Moye Sword didn't even get a sip of blood.

...From today onwards, I will focus on practicing my sword.

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The power of bloodline should be avoided if possible.

Avoid over-reliance, which could lead to a loss of personal understanding and breakthroughs in weaponry.

Jiang Chao made up his mind in his heart.

Having received Jiang Chao's affirmative response, the female knight-errant Chu felt relieved and prepared to leave.

After all, it was late at night, and it wasn't appropriate for a man and a woman to be alone together; what if they were seen by someone...?

A hint of shyness flashed through Chu's heart.

Especially Jiang Qilin, who must have gotten into a fight with someone outside, his clothes were tattered.

This makes it easier for people to misunderstand.

"etc."

Jiang Chao called out to Chu Ning. Seeing the woman turn around, the young man laughed and said, "Aren't you curious about who I fought with outside?"

The female knight-errant was taken aback, then asked, "With whom?"

Jiang Chao chuckled and said, "People from the government."

Chu Ning was startled. "Who are you from the government? Are you crazy?"

In today's Daliang, the various Jianghu forces and the local government are already at odds.

The government finds it extremely difficult to intervene in the feuds and disputes among martial arts practitioners, so it simply turns a blind eye.

Therefore, the existence of the government is practically meaningless to people in the martial arts world.

What truly restrains the behavior of those in the martial arts world is the code of conduct, and the righteous sects that are renowned in the martial arts community.

If any martial arts practitioners abuse their skills and act recklessly, harming the innocent, they will inevitably be punished by the righteous sects in the area.

The government also wanted to intervene, but across the land, apart from a few military camps where the regular army of the Great Liang was stationed, there were very few places that could rival the martial arts masters in terms of force.

In the government offices of various prefectures, counties, and cities, the yamen runners were only good at dealing with ordinary people, but they were completely helpless when they encountered those martial arts masters who could move with great skill.

There are naturally cultivation methods in the military, but at most one can reach the level of ninth-grade skin refining or eighth-grade bone refining.

To go any further is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Profound cultivation methods, and even martial arts inheritances, are all controlled by various sects, schools, and powerful families. Although the imperial court has existed for so many years, it has also accumulated a considerable number of profound techniques.

However, these methods are either extremely selective or require a huge amount of resources and money.

The imperial court has been in turmoil for years, and the upward mobility channels for lower-level officials and even ordinary people have been monopolized, openly or covertly, by powerful families. Over time, the government's prestige has naturally been lost.

Martial arts geniuses who truly demonstrate extraordinary potential from a young age are either recruited by various martial arts sects or won over by powerful families. Only those left over are accepted by the imperial court.

The imperial court was corrupt from top to bottom, with layers of exploitation and deductions, so that very little actually reached the hands of the soldiers at the bottom.

In this day and age, being able to eat one's fill is already a blessing, let alone spending money to learn martial arts.

Jiang Chao briefly recounted what had happened that evening, concluding, "This was an accident, a lucky break, but the outcome was actually quite good."

As he spoke, he took out the jade pendant that Zuo Xiaoqian had given him and handed it over.

"This is the token of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau Censor. With this, you can seek help from that censor."

Chu Ning took the jade token from Jiang Chao and examined it.

"You said that censor is from the Imperial Observatory, but isn't the Imperial Observatory an ordinary government agency? Why would it be involved with the Xuanmen (Taoist sect)?"

In Chu's mind, the Imperial Observatory was a place for observing stars. Although it sounded mysterious, it was not related to esoteric arts and had nothing to do with the Taoist sects.

Jiang Chao, however, did not think so. In his view, a place like the Imperial Observatory must be full of hidden talents and should not be underestimated.

You must understand that this is the place under the emperor's nose, a place where dragon energy gathers. How could an institution that controls celestial phenomena and predicts the fortunes and misfortunes of the nation be ordinary?

"In any case, I didn't cause any trouble tonight, so Miss Chu, you can't use that as an excuse to criticize me anymore."

Jiang Chao joked.

Chu, the chivalrous woman, rolled her eyes at Jiang Chao. "Who's criticizing you? Am I really that worthless in your eyes?"

Jiang Chao shook his head. "No, it's just that ever since we met, you've always been quite sharp-tongued. It's a little strange to see you being so gentle all of a sudden."

"Jiang Qilin, you...you don't know what's good for you!" Chu, the heroine, said angrily, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Jiang Chao laughed and said, "Alright, alright, I was wrong, okay? Don't be angry, here's the token for you."

"With this token, once we arrive in the capital, you can go to the Imperial Observatory to claim your reward. Whether it's a cultivation manual, a miraculous elixir, or gold and silver treasures, I'm sure that Imperial Censor will be very generous with whatever he has."

"Who wants this thing of yours?"

The female knight-errant threw the token in her hand at Jiang Chao, then turned and quickly left the house.

The next day, just as dawn broke, the sounds of music and drumming drifted in from outside.

Judging from the sounds, it sounds like a wedding procession, but the timing is a bit off; it's too early.

Jiang Chao, who had only slept for less than two hours, pushed open the window of the inn and peered out.

Not far away on the street, a wedding procession of over a hundred people came in a grand procession from the distant street corner.

The leader, riding a tall horse, dressed in a bright red wedding robe with a large red flower hanging on his chest, was none other than Nangong Hao, whom we had seen yesterday.

The prince is getting married?

"What is this Prince Nangong up to?" Jiang Chao asked, puzzled.