Chapter 97

Wei Wei ordered the warship to ram the enemy vessel, determined to fight to the bitter end. Indeed, among the sons of officials, few were as decisive and ruthless as he was. Born into a prominent family, he had seen much and gained much, and was often not generous, instead being more calculating.

Wei Wei merely sought fame, hoping to earn a good reputation for himself. If he could assist his father in his career, it would be an added bonus. Therefore, he would not truly bear a grudge against Xu Fengnian. His father, Wei Longwang, was merely a minor dragon king in a small temple by a great river and lake, far inferior to Xu Xiao, a contemporary dragon capable of turning the world upside down. It was said that this Grand Pillar was currently lingering in the capital. If Xu Fengnian were to meet with misfortune, the shock and awe would be second only to the wrath of the emperor. Even if Wei Wei were unlearned, he knew the gravity of the situation. The Crown Prince of Jing'an sought a five-clawed python robe, a vastly different goal, which is why he was willing to take a great risk. If the first strike failed, it would be a failure. Who would pay attention to the hidden ten-step assassins on the Spring Spirit Lake? But what if it succeeded?

Wei Wei stood by the window, originally expecting the Yellow Dragon to capsize the enemy ship. Suddenly, he saw an unremarkable old man in a sheepskin coat leap out from the deck. The old man lightly tapped the Yellow Dragon with his foot, and the mighty Yellow Dragon, which could dominate the Spring Spirit Lake, capsized?

It really capsized!

Wei Wei was dumbfounded, his hands gripping the window frame tightly.

The dragon-clawed hand expert from the Jing'an王府 quickly returned to the cabin, shaking his head at the Crown Prince with a grave face.

The lake water surged instantly, causing the Yellow Dragon warship to begin to rock violently.

"Why?" The Crown Prince of Jing'an was relatively calm.

"An old one-armed man kicked over the Yellow Dragon warship." The elderly retainer smiled bitterly.

"One kick?" The Crown Prince gripped his wine glass tightly.

"One kick!" The expert, who enjoyed a life of luxury in the Jing'an王府, nodded, his expression extremely unnatural. As a dog or falcon in a princely mansion, he knew that even if he were given ten or a hundred kicks, he could not capsize a warship that could carry five hundred tons of cargo.

"A first-rate expert?" The Crown Prince suddenly smiled.

"More or less," the retainer sighed helplessly.

The Crown Prince seemed much more relaxed, not discouraged by the one-armed expert's kick. He asked curiously, "One-armed? Do you know if there is a one-armed expert in Beiliang?"

The retainer shook his head. "I have never heard of one. It's probably a secret figure the Beiliang王府 has brought out of seclusion."

The Crown Prince of Jing'an stood up, preparing to go to another cabin.

Out of sight, out of mind.

The warship's general had already hurriedly sent his subordinates to rescue the survivors. Even he was shaken by the old immortal's kick, hoping that the old man would not be so petty as to kick over the ship again. "We know your great power, Grandfather Immortal. Please rest and don't give us a second kick!"

Wei Wei knew the situation was hopeless. His face was ashen, and he turned and sat back in his chair, dejected. Beside him, his close friend, whose face was scratched by a short spear, was sobbing. The silence in the cabin was deafening. Wei Wei couldn't understand how a hundred Beiliang soldiers could suppress four hundred Yellow Headed Gentlemen, or how anyone could capsize the Yellow Dragon, the main warship of the prestigious Qingzhou navy, with just a kick.

Xu Fengnian hadn't expected the old sword god to make such a move, but since he had created a scene of overwhelming power, he took advantage of it to leap onto the chaotic Yellow Dragon warship. The Yellow Headed Gentlemen, who were busy rescuing the survivors, fled in terror. The old Taoist Wei Shuyang, the great spearman Ning Emei, and the three other retainers, Lu Yangshu, followed the Crown Prince to the Yellow Dragon, ascending to the third floor, which served as a lookout and command center. They coincidentally met the Crown Prince of Jing'an, who was about to leave hurriedly. Xu Fengnian pressed the sheath of the Xiudong sword against the chest of the young nobleman. His personal guards tried to intervene but were immediately restrained by Ning Emei's great spear and surrounded by Lu Yangshu and the others. The pampered dragon-clawed hand expert from the Jing'an王府 dared not move.

Xu Fengnian applied a bit more force with the Xiudong sword, pushing the young nobleman back into the cabin. Inside, a dozen or so top young nobles from Qingzhou looked at the white-robed, horse-riding son of the Butcher of Beiliang.

The Qingzhou noblewomen stared with wide eyes, amazed, impressed, fearful, and admiring. Their expressions and reactions were a moving sight.

The Qing Party was powerful in the capital, and who would dare to challenge the tightly-knit Qingzhou nobles in their territory?

Not to mention that the Crown Prince of Jing'an was also present.

Xu Fengnian smiled and asked, "Young man, trying to escape? This Yellow Dragon warship isn't that big. Where can you hide from this Prince?"

The Crown Prince of Jing'an, with excellent manners, clearly inherited from Jing'an King Zhao Heng, showed no concern despite the sword sheath pressing against his chest. He said calmly, "I was just going out for some fresh air and to admire the Prince's style."

Xu Fengnian slightly withdrew the Xiudong sword but did not return it to his waist. Instead, he lifted it and lightly tapped the young man's face, making a slapping sound. This was a deeply humiliating gesture. Xu Fengnian mocked, "Don't think this Prince doesn't know who you are. Your name is Zhao Xun, the eldest son of Jing'an King Zhao Heng. How can there be such a big difference between you and me?"

Zhao Xun, with a red cheek, looked straight at Xu Fengnian and said calmly, "The Beiliang King's martial arts surpass all, but my father is devoted to Buddhism and Daoism. Naturally, we cannot compare."

Zhao Xun's words had a hidden meaning, but it was not profound. Everyone could hear that the Crown Prince of Jing'an was essentially saying that Xu Fengnian's current glory was only due to his father, the Butcher of Beiliang, who bore the world's curses, and not because of him, the Prince.

Slap!

Xu Fengnian's strike with the Xiudong sword was particularly forceful, causing blood to seep from the corner of Zhao Xun's mouth. Xu Fengnian smiled, "Well said, you deserve a reward! This Prince will give you a heavy reward with the Xiudong!"

Zhao Xun was still trying to maintain a smile.

The retainers of the Jing'an王府 were preparing to fight to the death to save their master, but Xu Fengnian had already passed by Zhao Xun, saying lightly, "This Prince is taking the Yellow Dragon warship. Please jump off the ship and swim back to Xiangfan. Tell Zhao Heng to come out of the city to welcome the grand arrival with his son."

Zhao Xun did not wipe the blood from his mouth, walked out of the cabin, and said slowly, "Xiangfan will certainly welcome the grand arrival."

Xu Fengnian ignored the soon-to-be-drowned Crown Prince of Jing'an, first giving a warm smile to the stunned young ladies, then turning to look at the son of the commander, Zhao Wanku, and the evil dragon, Wei Wei, who were cowering in the corner. He pointed at them with the Xiudong sword and smiled, "One is the son of a fourth-rank official, who rallied a group to bring Zhao Xun here, well done. The other is the son of the Qingzhou Dragon King, who dared to shoot arrows and ram the Yellow Dragon, a true hero."

When Jiang Ni saw this scene as she followed the old sword god to the third-floor cabin, her expression was peculiar.

So, Xu Fengnian was this domineering and brutal to outsiders? In the Beiliang王府, she had only heard that he was handsy with the maids. Outside Beiliang, he had bullied Jin Lanting in a county and now was toying with the Qingzhou navy. She had thought he only bullied weak women.

Xu Fengnian did not rush to deal with Wei Wei and the Zhao family member. Instead, he turned to the Qingzhou noblewomen, smiling brightly, "Which of you sisters can make tea? Let's have tea and enjoy the scenery. I hate fighting and killing. If I have frightened you, I will apologize with tea, having three or ten cups. What do you say?"

The oval-faced girl, whose sister had married to Beiliang, was not afraid of the Beiliang Prince. She volunteered with a smile, "I brought some pre-rain Spring Spirit tea and a complete set of tea ware, but I haven't had the chance to make tea yet."

Xu Fengnian treated the women on the ship very differently, being extremely polite. He smiled, "What a coincidence, what a coincidence."

Jiang Ni's face stiffened. Look, this guy's true colors were showing.

How despicable!

That sullen, swollen-faced guy looked despicable.

But this guy, who flirted with a group of girls as soon as he got on the ship, was the most despicable!