Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

Yongzhen grabbed him, stood on tiptoe, hooked her arms around his neck, and rubbed her soft cheek against his cheek: "It might rain tonight, take an umbrella with you when you go out, there are some at the entrance of the courtyard."

Chu Mingkong glanced at the sky outside the window. The night sky was clear, with a bright moon and few stars, and not a single dark cloud.

However, whatever Yongzhen says goes.

"Okay, I'll remember to take it later and return it when I come down."

Stepping out of the courtyard, Chu Mingkong looked around in the moonlight and spotted a very feminine red maple oil-paper umbrella. He picked it up and carried it away.

Their figures quickly disappeared into the night in the capital city.

A carriage drove out of the East Palace, the horses galloping, and from inside the carriage came the Crown Prince's anxious shouts, urging the driver to hurry up.

Gao Nanben's body unexpectedly appeared in Yajin Tsukasa's possession, and he had to take it away; he couldn't let his body fall into someone else's hands.

He could have easily sent his men to do it, but the Crown Prince was worried because other princes might also try to retrieve the body themselves. His men couldn't persuade those princes, so he had to go himself. Moreover, he wouldn't feel at ease if he didn't go personally.

The Crown Prince was so anxious and restless that he couldn't sleep all night until he saw Gao Nanben's body destroyed.

Tomorrow's wedding seems irrelevant at this moment; we must retrieve the body, or at least watch it be destroyed before our very eyes!

Tonight is the last night of the Lantern Festival. The shortest route to the Nightblade Division is bustling with people, and the lights and prosperity go hand in hand.

"Your Highness, the road is too crowded; we must take a detour."

"What's the point of going around in circles? If we keep going around in circles, the other princes will just take Gao Nanben's body away! What are the lives of a few commoners? Just run him over! After that, just say the horse went mad, kill the horse, and at most I'll be punished by being confined to my quarters for a month to reflect on my mistakes!"

Just as the carriage was about to rush through, the crowd in front suddenly parted to make way, leaving the driver puzzled.

Then he saw a man holding an oil-paper umbrella walking towards the prince's carriage from the lamplight.

The flow of people made way for him.

The man was dressed in a magnificent black python robe, the hem of which was adorned with dark flames. With each step he took, he left behind charred, fiery footprints.

Suddenly, a torrential downpour began, the raindrops like beads hitting the ground, unable to erase the footprints.

"Your Highness, I heard you laid a hand on my woman?"

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Chapter Ten: Your Fiancée is even better at cultivating Extreme Yang than you.

The torrential rain pounded on the ground like hundreds of jade beads falling to the ground, shattering and splashing up countless tiny raindrops, which reflected the disdainful smile of the person blocking the way.

The bustling street fell silent in an instant, except for the echo of Chu Mingkong's words, which spread among the crowds on both sides of the street.

Speculation and whispers began to circulate:

"The Crown Prince? The one in the carriage is the Crown Prince. Then who is this person blocking the road? He just persuaded a woman. Could it be that someone has a romantic dispute with the Crown Prince?"

"I heard that the Crown Prince is getting married tomorrow. Could it be that the second young lady of the Shangguan family has some kind of relationship with this man holding the umbrella? What is that purple thing on the man's body? It's so strange."

Someone recognized him and exclaimed in a low voice:

"This is the young master from Xiling, and that is the wound from the Abyss!"

"There's a rumor that the Crown Prince attacked the Crown Prince Chu's master this afternoon. He's here for revenge! What love triangle? That's nonsense!"

"Yes, given the relationship between Prince Chu and Miss Shangguan, it's already a miracle they didn't go all out against each other, let alone have a love triangle!"

As people on both sides of the street spoke back and forth, they generally understood what was going on, but a new question arose in their minds.

—Is this a plan to kill the crown prince in the street?!

The prince's coachman was also a fourth-tier minor perfection expert. He secretly put on the Broken Mountain Finger Tiger and waited for the prince's orders.

The carriage curtain was lifted slightly, and the Crown Prince looked through it at Chu Mingkong, who was blocking his way.

"Don't make things up without evidence, Prince Chu. Your injuries are quite serious. It seems to have worsened after Qing'an Street exerted its power. Yin energy is overflowing, and your spiritual veins have been almost completely corroded. Don't do anything foolish, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

"To dare to do something but not to admit it is truly pathetic. I forgot to bring my knife when I went out. Luckily, I brought a heavy sword."

Chu Mingkong took out an ancient and heavy sword. The sword light was self-contained, and the rain was deflected before it even fell. The killing intent shook the ground and caused ripples to spread. The invisible surging waves made the onlookers involuntarily take a few steps back.

This greatsword is extraordinary!

When the prince and the coachman saw the sword, their pupils suddenly contracted!

They knew something really had happened!

This is the sword of the Great Sword Immortal Zuo Qiuchi, the Extinction Sword! The fact that this sword is here proves that Zuo Qiuchi is not dead!

This was information Chu Mingkong deliberately gave him, hoping to provoke him into making a move. Of course, Chu Mingkong still had to shout some slogans.

"You son of a bitch, you harmed my master! Die!" he roared viciously.

The Crown Prince panicked, with only one thought in his mind: eliminate Chu Mingkong, retrieve Gao Nanben's body, and even if Zuo Qiuchi returned, she would most likely be seriously injured; he had to kill her as well!

"Let's do it!"

The coachman wearing a straw hat rushed into the torrential rain. His movements were so fast that when he got close to Chu Mingkong, only a little raindrops got on his shoulders.

His punches whistled through the air; he used both hands simultaneously—fast, steady, and ruthless!

The rain curtain was partly dispersed by the force of his punch, and the wood-attribute spiritual energy stirred up a breeze that accompanied the coachman's punch.

In the adjacent pavilion, a voluptuous and beautiful woman sat at a tea table with several other women, watching the battle below. If one could recognize their clothing, one would know that they came from the Xiaoxiang Qin Academy, the newly emerging third largest sect in the Tianji Empire.

A young and beautiful woman commented:

"A boxer with wood-attribute spiritual energy has the best conditions for cultivating boxing techniques. Their punches are extremely fast, and the wood-attribute spiritual energy can also generate wind. Once they get into a rhythm, they are very difficult to deal with. This is what heavy weapons fear the most."

Chu Mingkong raised the umbrella high, dodging Chu Mingkong's heavy punches with minimal movement and twists.

"You're practicing martial arts, aren't you? Tone down your punches, or you'll break my umbrella. I need to return it later."

The driver threw another punch, but this time Chu Mingkong didn't dodge. He met the heavy fist with his bare hands.

The moment their fists collided, Chu Mingkong's fist burst into black flames, sending the coachman back several steps.

Looking at the brass knuckles in the driver's hand, they were rotten and blackened, resembling charcoal.

The way he looked at Chu Mingkong was as if he were looking at a monster.

"What the hell is this?! This person is using their injuries as weapons?! How are we supposed to treat this?!"

Delay could lead to unforeseen circumstances, and Chu Mingkong was also afraid that something unexpected might happen. After all, this was the capital city, and no one knew whether the crown prince had some unknown means of protection.

He raised the hand holding the umbrella, and the oil-paper umbrella flew into the air, leaving only his afterimage in the same spot.

The coachman was momentarily distracted, thinking he had lost focus. But in reality, Chu Mingkong was moving too fast. The coachman's senses couldn't detect this guy, who was afflicted by the Abyss Injury, and he could only manage to catch a glimpse of him with his naked eyes.

"Come on, try and block this sword of mine!"

The heavy sword, burning with extremely yin fire spiritual energy, slashed down. The coachman raised his fist but then withdrew it, instinctively retreating—he dared not touch this polluted fire spiritual energy!

This is a latrine mop covered in poop; anyone who touches it will get covered in poop!

But the coachman dodged, and the carriage was in trouble. A muffled thud of flesh being torn apart was heard, and the prince's horse was chopped off!

The female disciple of Xiaoxiang Qin Academy said solemnly, "This young master is even more terrifying when he is injured than when he is not. If one has not cultivated the power of extreme yang, one is no match for him at all!"

The aftershocks of Chu Mingkong's sword wind swept over a wave of fire, surging and burning the carriage. The prince pushed off with his feet, shattering the carriage and flying out, a small golden dragon wrapped around his body.

That was the protection of the crown prince by the dragon vein of the nation. There was a faint dragon's roar, and a faint trace of the extreme yang energy within it. The grayish-yellow earth spiritual energy shimmered with extreme yang power that would make countless cultivators envious.

Any spiritual energy imbued with extreme Yang power, as long as the combat techniques and cultivation methods are not too far inferior, can easily challenge ordinary Five Elements cultivators of higher levels, and at the very least, remain undefeated.

The extremely yang earth spiritual energy gathered into several flying swords, and the residual black fire spiritual energy extending from the carriage was extinguished by the combined force of the flying swords.

This is the unique advantage brought by the position of the Crown Prince of the Heavenly Emperor!

The young and beautiful female disciples of Xiaoxiang Qin Academy said enviously:

"In my Xiaoxiang Qin Academy, and even in other major sects, countless elders spend their entire lives pursuing the infusion of extreme yang into the body and the sublimation of spiritual energy. Some are unlucky and never find the method, while others are lucky enough to only be able to condense a tiny bit of extreme yang power. Your Highness has achieved such success at such a young age. Is it because the Tianji Empire has provided strong protection for the Crown Prince, or because of his exceptional talent in cultivation?"

Normally, battles involving this ultimate power are mostly between two extreme Yang cultivators, because the extreme Yin power is too ominous and only exists in those extreme abyss-transformed ferocious spirits.

And today, in the bustling city of Beijing, an extraordinary clash between extreme yang and extreme yin has occurred!

The young woman with full breasts and fair skin guessed, "The young master is in trouble. His extreme yin power is only released through his injuries and cannot be considered his own power. However, His Highness the Crown Prince is a pure extreme yang cultivator. The extreme yang power he can unleash is all refined and used for his own purposes!"

The prince hovered in mid-air, with more than a dozen flying swords gathering in front of him. His face was fierce, and he already regarded Chu Mingkong as a dead man!

He looked at Chu Mingkong on the ground with anger and disdain, and roared:

"This is the capital city. Do you think you can do whatever you want just because you're a short-lived madman? You have no idea what the title 'Crown Prince' means!"

Chu Mingkong, gripping the heavy sword Extinction with both hands, leaped into the air, closing in on the Crown Prince, and whispered mysteriously:

"Shh! Keep your voice down. I'm only telling you this, Your Highness! Your meager yang energy... isn't even as much as what the Crown Princess gained from a day of dual cultivation with me~"

The Extinction Heavy Sword, surging with extreme Yin energy, crashed down. The few flying swords that the Crown Prince had just condensed were shredded by Chu Mingkong's Sword Immortal Realm power. The blunt blade of the heavy sword transformed into the sharpest blade at this moment, cutting through the shield in front of the Crown Prince that was interwoven with dragon energy and spiritual energy.

The Crown Prince's extreme Yang power only caused Chu Mingkong's fire spirit energy to stagnate for a blink of an eye before it was suppressed and annihilated, leaving him no chance to struggle.

Before the prince's blood could even splatter, it was evaporated by Chu Mingkong's fire spirit energy, and white smoke billowed from the corpse.

One side lay dead on the ground, while the other stood as if nothing had happened; the weapon of extermination had been put away at some point.

The oil-paper umbrella fell from the sky, and Chu Mingkong returned to his original position and caught it steadily.

It's as if nothing has happened yet, but it's definitely over.

The area on both sides of the bustling city was completely silent.

Those who haven't cultivated can't see the path; they're just watching the spectacle. They thought it was just a quarrel between princes and nobles, ending with a few curses and then they dispersed. But it really turned into a fight, and it was between the Crown Prince and the Heir Apparent of Xiling! The Heir Apparent killed the Crown Prince!

Those who had cultivated were no less shocked than anyone else. The crown prince, who had been protected by the dynasty and had already attracted extreme yang energy into his body, was dead just like that! He couldn't even hold out for a little longer in front of Chu Mingkong. Even a butcher can hear two screams when killing a pig, but the crown prince couldn't even utter a sound!

"Was that sword strike just now a sword strike from a Sword Immortal? Wasn't the Prince of Xiling a Spear Immortal at the age of nine? When did he become a Sword Immortal of the Heavy Sword?!"

"His master is the Great Sword Immortal, could it be that a great master produces a great student?"

"Sword immortals cannot be taught!"

The prince's carriage was shattered, and he died on the ground. His coachman hadn't even had time to react. His master only lasted one moment in front of Chu Mingkong before he was gone.

The heavy rain continued, with large raindrops pelting the prince's corpse and relentlessly washing over his unbelievably handsome face.

Several powerful auras locked onto them. These were the Crown Prince's protectors in the capital, including assassins, retainers, and old servants from the royal family.