The Glory of the Sun and Moon in the Peerless Tang Sect

In the end, it was the aloof blonde girl sitting in the main seat who spoke up, and the matter was finally dropped.

"Keep your mouth shut. How dare we criticize His Highness the Crown Prince?"

"Coo coo coo..." But what these noble ladies didn't know was that a series of bubbles suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the water five hundred meters below the giant ship. A dark shadow darted swiftly through the water.

Two yellow, two purple, and two black spirit rings—six rings in total—were dazzlingly bright against the backdrop of the dimly lit sea.

Chapter 3 Imperial Dragon Soul Mentorship

As the sun rose in the east and set in the west, it cast large shadows on the ground at the edge of the westernmost edge of the city wall on the island. Xu Zihuang had witnessed this scene countless times over the past three years.

He was imprisoned on the island like a domesticated animal.

The sea breeze had already cooled the fragrant black tea in the porcelain cup.

A soldier guarding the door walked quickly to Xu Zihuang with his head down, understood, took the teapot from the table, and prepared to go down and brew another pot.

Xu Zihuang waved his hand dismissively.

"No need, you can go now."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The soldier respectfully stepped back, exchanged a glance with another soldier guarding the door, and then continued to stand upright on either side of the door.

Hai Xiao certainly wouldn't restrict his actions in any way, but he would always have his subordinates monitor him.

Xu Zihuang knew that this was most likely an instruction from his cousin Xu Tianran, so he did not make those meaningless attempts.

He placed the porcelain cup on the table and looked thoughtfully at the eastern port.

With his Golden Eyes, a spirit-attribute martial soul, he possesses exceptional mental strength, which also makes his five senses exceptionally sharp.

Judging from the sounds coming from the port, the ship that Hai Xiao mentioned earlier, carrying a hundred noble ladies, should have arrived.

Not long after, a gentle knocking came from the door. Xu Zihuang glanced over knowingly and saw that the person who came was Hai Xiao, the division commander of the West Sea Soul Master Corps whom he had met before.

"Your Highness, the Imperial ships have arrived at the port. Are you planning to... now or..."

"Go now. Commander Haixiao, please go and prepare." Xu Zihuang interrupted Haixiao before he could finish speaking.

Given his current situation, what difference does it make whether he chooses early or late? Is it for the sake of his pitiful dignity?

Even their lives are in the hands of others.

The rose-gold sun disappeared below the horizon, and night gradually enveloped the boundless sea.

The soul-guiding lamps in the room had already been lit by the soldiers outside the door, while Xu Zihuang remained seated in the chair by the stained-glass window, one hand supporting his cheek and his head. His noble, shimmering purple eyes were captivating.

The soldier who had just lit the soul guide lamp suddenly felt a tremor in his heart and looked in Xu Zihuang's direction with suspicion and uncertainty.

For a moment, he actually sensed an extremely dangerous aura emanating from this prince.

But he quickly came to his senses, cursed himself for overthinking, and left the room.

……

The bright silver moon hangs in the night sky, casting a hazy reflection on the sea.

This is an unknown sea area to the west of the Sun Moon Empire.

A dark shadow suddenly emerged from the seawater, creating a large splash that shattered the reflection of the silver moon.

The shadowy figure had a bizarre shape; its upper body resembled a human, but its lower body was a large tail fin. Its entire body was covered in jet-black skin, giving it a metallic sheen. Most strangely, it possessed a massive, spiraling horn on its forehead, exceeding three meters in length.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Raging Waves!"

A low shout suddenly rang out, and the fourth spirit ring beside the dark figure shone brightly. Dense sky-blue spirit power emanated from his body, and a clear and long chant pierced the sky.

The translucent narwhal phantom behind him gradually solidified, becoming as solid as a physical object as it crashed into the direction in front of him.

On the sea directly in front of him, a dark purple phantom flashed by, followed by a ferocious behemoth suddenly appearing in front of him.

The monster was covered in dark purple scales, and its length, visible above the sea, exceeded ten meters. Its cold, vertical purple pupils glowed eerily like lanterns, and its sharp, menacing teeth were stained with crimson blood.

"Hiss hiss hiss—" The monster let out a sharp hiss, and the once calm sea began to churn. Its tail, also covered with black and purple scales, surged out of the water and directly confronted the solid blue narwhal phantom.

The narwhal phantom was at least twenty meters away, but it was instantly shattered by the monster's tail.

A mist of water fell onto the sea, making a series of crisp, splashing sounds.

By the moonlight, one could clearly see the dark figure's face, which was as gloomy as water.

This is a rugged middle-aged man around forty years old. The reason he looks like this is naturally because he used the power of his martial soul.

The martial spirit possession of a beast spirit master.

The middle-aged man was covered in blood, and there were even many blurry wounds visible.

"Damn it, how could there be a sea viper with 20,000 years of cultivation here?" The middle-aged man cursed under his breath, a ruthless glint flashing in his sharp eyes.

"Now that we're here, there's no need to worry about alerting the two Soul Master Corps of the Sun Moon Empire."

He was prepared to fight to the death.

Possessing a level 64 soul power, his martial soul, the Black-Striped Narwhal, is also extremely powerful. In his prime, he certainly wouldn't fear this sea viper with 20,000 years of cultivation, but now he's severely injured, and his soul power is less than half of his peak. Facing such a powerful sea spirit beast, his chances of victory are not high.

But he has no other choice now; if he continues to run away, he will find it difficult to hold on.

In order to rescue the young master, he must survive and then deliver this crucial information.

A series of metallic clanging sounds rang out, and two thick, dark cannon barrels appeared out of thin air on his shoulders, while several smaller cannon barrels also appeared on his arms.

He was not only a Soul Emperor, but also a powerful Level 6 Soul Master. He hadn't used these Soul Tools, which would have burdened his body, simply to conserve his Soul Power for his escape.

A dazzling white light spewed from the cannon barrel, seemingly about to transform into a dense beam of soul-guided light that would engulf the sea viper.

But at that moment, a deep tiger roar resounded through the sky, and a black-winged giant tiger, several sizes larger than the sea viper, circled before the silver moon.

Two yellow, two purple, four black—the seventh black spirit ring shimmered with an eerie light. It was actually a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse using their Martial Soul True Body.

The two-winged black tiger's fur is a mixture of dark purple-red and black, with willow-leaf-shaped black, gray and white stripes distributed from the top of its head to its tail and rump. It has a robust and slender body and some pockmarks on its face.

With wings that blot out the sky, it arrived in front of the ancient sea viper in the blink of an eye. Its jet-black tiger claws, devoid of any other color, seemed to slice through the surrounding space, causing a stinging sensation on the middle-aged man's skin.

"Thump, thump, thump..." Several huge snake bodies fell into the sea, and the overflowing blood stained the surrounding sea red.

A profound light condensed on the shattered corpse, and a powerful ten-thousand-year-old sea spirit beast perished.

Looking at the ferocious, menacing black-winged tiger before him, the middle-aged man finally breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said something.

"Commander, I have confirmed the location of the island where the young master is being held."

The black-winged giant tiger's soul power faded, transforming into an old man of about fifty years old. The old man was not tall, but he exuded a fierce aura. His entire body was covered in deep purple dragon-patterned armor, and there were three deep claw marks on his right eye. His tiger eyes were extremely imposing.

Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, the old man's brows furrowed in surprise, but he quickly composed himself and stared coldly at the middle-aged man.

"This is the first and last time you acted without authorization."

The middle-aged man withdrew his martial spirit, and his pale face changed.

"Yes, Division Commander."

The old man, standing in the void, waved his right hand indifferently, and the middle-aged man, drawn by the powerful soul force, was violently thrown backward.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

On the once empty sea, a warship a hundred meters long gradually came into view. The warship was entirely covered by an unknown metal, with soul-guided cannons mounted on both sides, gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

On the deck of the warship, forty or fifty soldiers, also clad in deep purple dragon-patterned armor, stood proudly, exuding a chilling aura.

The middle-aged man landed heavily on the deck, aggravating his wounds and causing his lips to twitch.

The old man followed closely behind and landed on the deck. The soldiers on the deck had naturally heard the conversation between the two men and all looked intently at the old man.

As expected, the old man looked around at everyone, pondered for a moment, and then said in a cold voice, "Members of the Imperial Dragon Soul Instructor Group, after resting for two hours, come with me to rescue the young master!"

The emotions that had been building up in the soldiers' eyes finally ignited. They knelt on one knee, clenched their right fists, and pressed them forcefully against their left chests.

"Yes, Division Commander!"

The Imperial Dragon Soul Master Corps is one of the five Soul Master Corps directly under the Sun Moon Empire. Known as the Guardian Hand, it is the most powerful corps besides the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Corps.

Every division commander is a member of the royal family of the Sun Moon Empire; the previous division commander was Xu Zihuang's father.

The old man's name was Wang Xiao, and he was the previous deputy division commander of the Imperial Dragon Soul Instructor Corps.

Chapter 4 People's joys and sorrows are not shared.

The sea was shrouded in mist. Wang Xiao stood at the very front of the warship's deck, his hands gripping the railing trembling slightly.

He was both the vice-commander of the Imperial Dragon Soul Instructor Corps and a retainer of the Xu Zihuang family. The former Imperial Dragon Soul Instructor Corps soldiers who defected with him were all direct descendants of the Xu Zihuang family.

A young man who appeared to be no more than thirty years old walked from the cabin to the deck and quietly came up behind Wang Xiao. He had a slender build and delicate, feminine features; were it not for the obvious masculine features around his throat, he could easily be mistaken for a woman at first glance.

His long, black hair was meticulously combed and cascaded over his shoulders, giving him the air of a refined gentleman. Unlike the soldiers of the Imperial Dragon Soul Master Corps, he did not wear dark purple dragon-patterned armor, but rather a magnificent white Soul Master robe.

The young man stepped forward and leaned against the railing alongside Wang Xiao, his deep black pupils following Wang Xiao's gaze as he looked towards the dark sea in the distance.

"Uncle Wang."

“Yao Yang, you didn’t really need to come with us. If things are exposed, you’ll end up living on the run like us. Your family’s hereditary title, passed down for thousands of years, will probably be taken back.” Wang Xiao continued to gaze at the distant sea, his majestic tiger eyes unusually showing a hint of other emotions.

Yao Yang shook his head with a wry smile, but his tone was unusually firm.

“If it weren’t for Your Highness and you back then, I wouldn’t be alive today, and my family bloodline would have ended in my generation, not to mention any hereditary title. If you want to flee, then flee. I’m tired of this peaceful life. I can never repay Your Highness’s kindness in this lifetime. Now that we are rescuing his only son, I simply cannot live with myself if I do nothing.”

"If we successfully rescue the young master this time, you probably can't just give up your identity as Viscount Yue Nan like that."

A hint of reminiscence flashed in Wang Xiao's eyes, but he wasn't surprised by Yao Yang's attitude. He chuckled lightly, his expression enigmatic, and patted Yao Yang on the shoulder.

Yao Yang's eyes lit up immediately upon hearing this.

"Uncle Wang, do you agree to my previous proposal?"

"We'll discuss everything after we rescue the young master."

Wang Xiao waved his hand, not giving a definite answer. Then he turned and walked to the soldiers who were already fully equipped and ready to go.

Meng Cang, who had previously suffered severe injuries, was among them. Thanks to the treatment of a healing-type Soul Master, his external wounds had largely healed. However, such trauma was not something that could be recovered from in a short time.

Wang Xiao gave Meng Cang a cold look, then kicked him out of the group.

Among these former soldiers of the Imperial Dragon Soul Mentor Corps, Wang Xiao clearly held considerable prestige. The entire deck was silent. Meng Cang opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately kept quiet.