All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Duan Zhengming, Benyin, Huangmei Monk, and others were still recovering from their injuries and were unable to get up for the time being.

The others were not skilled enough to even undo Zhang Cheng's acupoint strikes, and could only watch helplessly from the sidelines.

Meanwhile, the four guards led the palace guards forward in a desperate charge, but in the face of [Military Might], those guards with slightly weaker skills couldn't even get close.

The efforts of the four guards and a few others were in vain, as Zhang Cheng frequently subdued and threw people out.

Amidst the chaos, Duan Yanqing pushed through the crowd and walked to Duan Zhengchun's side.

He glanced at Duan Yu, who was weeping and clinging to Duan Zhengchun, with a complicated expression, and said calmly, "Move aside. I can wake him up."

After he finished speaking, he released a burst of palm force, gently helping Duan Yu to the side. Then, he pointed at Dao Baifeng and the other two, releasing their pressure points.

Then, he pulled Duan Zhengchun out of Dao Baifeng's arms, straightened his body, and pointed his right index finger at his back.

The force of the One-Finger Divine Skill penetrated the body, instantly shattering the internal energy that Zhang Cheng had left in Duan Zhengchun's body, which had severed his life force.

Duan Zhengchun's injuries were not serious to begin with. Once the internal force that had severed his life force was removed, his complexion immediately improved and his breathing stabilized.

Duan Yanqing withdrew his fingers and stood up. "Mu girl, bring me the wound medicine."

Upon hearing this, Mu Wanqing took out a rouge box from her bosom and tossed it over.

Duan Yanqing reached out and took it, then turned and handed it to Dao Baifeng.

Dao Baifeng took the medicine, thanked him several times, and hurriedly returned to Duan Zhengchun's side. Together with Qin Hongmian, they applied the medicine and bandaged him. Gan Baobao, constrained by her status, simply stood aside and watched with a complicated expression.

Duan Yanqing silently turned around, walked through the crowd in a few steps, and came to Duan Zhengming and Benyin's side, using his One-Finger Divine Skill to heal their injuries.

Duan Zhengming felt the refined finger force emanating from behind him and his heart stirred slightly: "Who are you...?"

"I am the Duan family disciple he just mentioned, the one who is on good terms with him." Duan Yanqing said calmly, his hands still moving.

After he had to rebuild his skills, his total internal energy was not as great as before, but his One-Finger Divine Skill was still intact, and his finger strength was refined. In addition, Zhang Cheng had held back when he attacked, so the treatment was not difficult at this moment.

A moment later, both men were fully recovered. Duan Zhengming stood up, cupped his hands in greeting to Duan Yanqing, and then turned to treat the wounds of the Yellow-Eyebrow Monk and the others.

Duan Yanqing then looked at Zhang Cheng, who was still dealing with the guards in the arena, and said loudly, "Alright, I've healed him."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Cheng shifted his feet and unleashed the Lingbo Weibu technique, his figure weaving through the crowd like a ghost. In a few leaps, he had already broken through the encirclement and arrived beside the group.

He stood still, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, and suddenly clasped his hands in a fist and bowed deeply to them.

"I apologize for my rudeness earlier, and I hope you will forgive me."

The bow was performed with proper posture and the tone was sincere, completely unlike the fierce and ruthless figure who had just fought against many.

The group looked at each other, unsure how to respond.

Zhang Cheng didn't care and walked straight to Duan Zhengchun and the others.

"Your Highness, I am not some Murong from Gusu, nor am I here to seek revenge for your 'A Luo'."

It's just a matter of fate. I hope you all can speak your minds clearly to avoid further trouble caused by hesitation. Don't let the grudges of the previous generation affect the next.

Zhang Cheng's outburst ostensibly embarrassed the heroes of Dali, but in reality, everyone appreciated his leniency.

Some of the guards in the Prince's mansion harbored resentment, but this man's martial arts skills were so eerily high that if he were truly provoked, no one present would be able to subdue him. So they could only swallow their grievances and at most mutter a few words in private.

At this moment, the only two people in the arena qualified to decide how to end the matter are Emperor Baoding Duan Zhengming and Prince Zhennan Duan Zhengchun.

Duan Zhengming was always kind and generous. Seeing that although there was a lot of commotion tonight, there was no murder case, so he gave up the idea of ​​pursuing the matter.

As for Duan Zhengchun, who was the most seriously injured among them, he was being supported by Dao Baifeng and Qin Hongmian on his left and right to have medicine applied, so he had no mind to care about these things.

He looked up at Zhang Cheng and said with a wry smile, "Brother Zhang, your move is truly... I don't know how to thank you enough."

Duan Zhengchun paused, his gaze sweeping over Dao Baifeng and Qin Hongmian beside him, then looking at Gan Baobao standing not far away, as if considering how to speak.

"In my life, Duan Er has accumulated too many emotional debts. So many that sometimes I can't even count them all, nor can I sort them out. I thought I would just live my life in a daze, but I never expected..."

He didn't continue speaking, but took a deep breath and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Zhang Cheng:

"This sword strike today was worth it. It brought me to the brink of death, and suddenly I understood things that I hadn't been able to figure out for many years."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Dao Baifeng, his voice lowering slightly: "Phoenix, just now, in my dazed state, I heard you say that you could marry whomever you wanted in the future—does that still stand?"

Dao Baifeng was bandaging his wound when she heard this, she paused, glared at him with displeasure, but did not refute him.

Duan Zhengchun was delighted to see this, and then looked at Qin Hongmian: "Hongmian, since that's the case, why don't you and the baby move to the Prince's Mansion from now on?"

Qin Hongmian's hand trembled, and she almost dropped the medicine box. She turned her head away and did not respond.

Gan Baobao, standing to the side, snorted coldly:

"I am now a married woman, the wife of Zhong Wanchou, the Lord of Wanjie Valley. I only came along this time because I was worried that my senior sister would be deceived by you, you scoundrel. What nonsense are you spouting?"

Duan Zhengchun was momentarily speechless, but seeing her stern expression and uncompromising words, he could only awkwardly shut his mouth.

Duan Zhengming looked at his younger brother, who was still behaving the same way, shook his head, but didn't get angry. He just stroked his beard and chuckled.

"Alright, everyone, you can all leave now."

These words were spoken to the group of palace guards who were still surrounding the area, unable to advance or retreat.

The crowd felt as if they had been granted a pardon. After bowing respectfully, they quietly withdrew, disappearing completely in a short time.

Duan Zhengming then looked at Hua Hegen, Fan Hua, and the others: "My dear ministers, you have all worked hard tonight. Please return to your residences and rest. Tonight's events were merely a friendly exchange and are not worth mentioning."

Hua Hegen and the others exchanged glances, but they understood the meaning behind his words—His Majesty did not intend to pursue the matter further. They immediately bowed in agreement and helped each other leave.

In a short while, only Emperor Baoding, the two old monks, the Prince of Zhennan's family, and Zhang Cheng and a few others remained in the courtyard.

Duan Zhengming then turned around and looked at Duan Zhengchun, who was being pressed down by Dao Baifeng to apply medicine and was grimacing in pain. A hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"Brother Chun, it's not my place to comment on your family matters. You'll have to handle it yourself."

He then cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Zhang Cheng: "Brother Zhang, your martial arts are truly exceptional. Today, I have certainly broadened my horizons. If you have some free time another day, you may visit the palace for a chat."