Chapter 143: A Brawl Broke Out

The sudden defection of the Lord of Luoyang City left both Jun Wushuang and Jun Zhantian dumbfounded.

"A wretched worm like me, Ma Youshan, had his mind clouded by lard earlier and showed great disrespect to you. I beg you to just treat me like a passing fart and let me go!"

"From this moment on, this lowly one is your most loyal dog. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west; if you tell me to catch a dog, I will never chase a chicken!"

"I only ask that Your Excellency spare me this once and give this lowly one a chance to redeem himself through meritorious service."

Ma Youshan banged his head against the ground repeatedly, brimming with sincerity.

He was a petty man.

Even more so, a reed in the wind.

Earlier, he had helped Nangong Li suppress Jun Zhantian, but upon witnessing Jun Wushuang's terrifying might, he feared following in Nangong Li's footsteps, which was why he fell to his knees to beg for mercy.

"You are a smart man!"

Jun Wushuang laughed.

Although Ma Youshan was a weather vane, he was currently advantageous to the Jun family.

"As long as you assist my father well, I can spare you this once. But if you dare to—"

Ma Youshan had a nimble mind and quickly chimed in, "If this lowly one harbors even the slightest bit of disloyalty, Your Excellency may sever my head at any moment!"

Ma Youshan was very clever, and Jun Wushuang was quite satisfied.

"Very well. Since that is the case, clean up this place and find us a quiet room. My father and I have matters to discuss."

Jun Wushuang granted Ma Youshan a chance.

Inside the west wing.

Jun Wushuang and Jun Zhantian were alone.

"Wushuang, can you really make me the Prefect of Qingzhou? Is this feasible?"

Jun Zhantian hesitated slightly.

The Prefect of Qingzhou and the City Lord of Jiangning were entirely different concepts.

The City Lord of Jiangning was merely a minor official, whereas the Prefect of Qingzhou was a powerful regional governor holding a second-rank official post, a position not just anyone could assume.

With neither backing nor immense power, Jun Zhantian found the prospect of ascending to the prefecture seat overwhelmingly difficult.

"Man proposes, heaven disposes. I believe Prince Zhennan will find a way."

For his father's sake, Jun Wushuang decided to incur yet another favor from Jiang Hongru.

Hearing Jun Wushuang say this, Jun Zhantian had no choice but to nod in agreement.

"Father, this is the demonic puppet I refined, named Mo Yi!"

Jun Wushuang produced the demonic puppet and introduced it to his father.

"What? This is the corpse of the Nether Poison Emperor?"

Jun Zhantian stood up abruptly, staring at the demonic puppet with a face full of shock.

The Great Qian Dynasty and the Black Demonic Sect had fought bitterly over the ancient tomb this time.

It was rumored that even the Crown Prince had been severely injured.

Yet the corpse of the Nether Poison Emperor had actually fallen into his son's hands and been refined anew.

How could this be?

Jun Zhantian's heart trembled violently.

"Father, I have already integrated the bronze throne into Mo Yi's body. It can be controlled through a specific method."

"I shall leave Mo Yi behind in the Jun family to ensure the safety of you and our clan."

Jun Wushuang imparted the control techniques to his father.

"Wushuang, you need this demonic puppet far more than I do."

Jun Zhantian wanted to refuse.

"Father, I am currently at the ninth tier of the Celestial-Human Realm and possess ample self-preservation capabilities. You should keep Mo Yi here in the Jun family!"

Jun Wushuang offered a reassuring word.

In the end, Jun Zhantian nodded and consented.

"Father, stay here temporarily for now. You can head to the prefecture city once the official appointment is issued."

"Your son is unfilial and cannot remain by your side."

The next day, Jun Wushuang bade farewell to his father, left Luoyang City, and embarked on the journey back to the imperial capital.

This trip had yielded massive rewards for Jun Wushuang.

Not only had his cultivation broken through to the ninth tier of the Celestial-Human Realm, but his demonic physique had also reached perfection, and he had slain numerous enemies.

However, Jun Wushuang had also offended quite a few people along the way.

There was no need to mention Jiang Rulong; with Ji Qingchen in the picture, the two of them were destined to be foes rather than friends.

The most critical issue, however, was the Black Demonic Sect.

This time, Jun Wushuang had thoroughly disrupted the Heavenly Demon Archfiend's grand plan, not only snatching away the poison corpse of the Nether Poison Emperor but also executing figures like King Yusha.

The enmity between Jun Wushuang and the Heavenly Demon Archfiend was now deeply entrenched.

Once the identity of Master Yeming was exposed, he would undoubtedly face the ferocious retaliation of the Heavenly Demon Archfiend.

Regarding this, Jun Wushuang had to take precautions in advance.

...

The return journey to the imperial capital passed without incident.

Currently, the primary focus of the Great Qian Dynasty was on encircling and suppressing the disciples of the Black Demonic Sect, so naturally, no one paid attention to Jun Wushuang.

Ten days later, Jun Wushuang returned to the imperial capital.

The capital was as bustling and lively as ever.

"I heard the Crown Prince was gravely injured this time. Although he has regained consciousness and even invited King Azure Pill to treat him, he still requires lengthy recuperation. Without three to five months, I'm afraid he won't recover."

"I heard that the one who injured the Crown Prince was a man named Master Yeming. Though hailing from the Black Demonic Sect, this person is exceptionally mysterious, constantly shrouded in black robes, and no one has ever laid eyes on his true face."

"His Majesty is furious and has already dispatched troops to encircle and annihilate him. No doubt they will capture this Master Yeming before long, venting the Crown Prince's pent-up anger."

Inside the imperial capital, discussions filled the air.

Jun Wushuang caught wind of quite a bit of news.

Jiang Rulong had suffered a massive defeat this time.

Though he managed not to perish within the ancient tomb, he had still been beaten to a pulp and heavily injured by Jun Wushuang.

With three to five months of time, Jun Wushuang was confident he could break through to the Marquis Realm or grow even stronger.

By then, even if his identity were exposed, he would possess the strength to fight Jiang Rulong head-on.

"I wonder how Ji Qingchen is doing?"

Jun Wushuang and Jiang Rulong originally had no grievances; all of this stemmed entirely from Ji Qingchen.

Though born of humble origins, this venomous-hearted woman was exceptionally skilled at cozying up to powerful men.

Every trial and tribulation Jun Wushuang had faced along this journey was intertwined with Ji Qingchen.

This time, she had even latched onto Jiang Rulong, aiming to become the Crown Princess.

This made Jun Wushuang's intent to kill her grow even fiercer.

If this person was not eliminated, endless troubles would follow!

"Let's head to the Prince Zhennan's Estate first!"

After pondering for a moment, Jun Wushuang decided to seek out Jiang Hongru first.

His father's safety was paramount.

He wanted to settle the matter of his father becoming the Prefect of Qingzhou through Jiang Hongru's influence.

"A fight has broken out!"

At that moment, a cry of surprise rang out, instantly causing a commotion among the crowd.

"What do you mean a fight? Who is fighting whom?"

Chasing after excitement was human nature, and people quickly began to inquire.

"The Royal Martial Arts Academy and the Qingyun Martial Arts Academy are fighting!"

"I just saw the disciples of the Royal Martial Arts Academy marching aggressively toward the Qingyun Martial Arts Academy. At their lead are Nangong Fei, the newly appointed young lord of the Nangong clan, and Dongfang Biyu, the newly appointed young lady of the Dongfang clan!"

"Today is the enrollment assessment day for the Qingyun Martial Arts Academy. They must be deliberately going there to cause trouble and avenge the humiliation Jun Wushuang brought upon their enrollment assessment back then."

A gossip-monger quickly spoke up, revealing the truth of the matter.

"I heard that Jun Wushuang has been missing for nearly two months, and Mo Xingyun went out to search for him without returning either. Right now, there are only a couple of kittens and puppies left inside the Qingyun Martial Arts Academy. There's definitely a great show to watch today."

"Hurry, let's go to the Qingyun Martial Arts Academy together and see how they end up fighting."

The crowd surged forward, rushing rapidly toward the Qingyun Martial Arts Academy.

"Royal Martial Arts Academy, you are courting death!"

A cold flash crossed Jun Wushuang's eyes.

He pivoted and sped straight toward the Qingyun Martial Arts Academy!