I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 239 - 169: Reward

The open space around the military camp’s training ground was already surrounded by people.

The ground, having been snowed on, was somewhat muddy. The night was deep, and the torches cast flickering shadows on everyone’s faces, while the two young men in the center of the training ground attracted everyone’s attention at this moment.

On one side, there was the mysterious guard by the side of the Young Master Gu;

On the other side, there was the imperial guard-with an official position and still being the Prime Minister’s direct grandson, Su Zixiao.

The Dingyuan Army certainly hoped that Rong Heng could win.

However, Su Zixiao was handsome, with a gaze conveying evil qi and sharpness, his demeanor was cold and unruly, having the upper hand in terms of momentum over Rong Heng, who was wearing a mask and dared not reveal his true face.

Rong Heng positioned his sword in front, discarded his overcoat, placed it neatly to the side, dressed in black arrow-sleeved clothes, standing tall, his demeanor lazy and casual.

Wearing a mask, he only exposed a pair of deep-shadowed eyes, the pupils extremely black, filled with chill, cold and sharp, like cold, starry light.

The overcoat was given to him by Gu Lan, although it was probably made by Zijin, he didn’t want to get a speck of dirt on it.

Xie Yun initially wanted to ask Gu Lan who he thought could win but, upon turning around, saw that the Young Master Gu, unnoticed, had set up a small bench to sit and was pulling dried apricots and small snacks from his pocket to eat, passing the apricots to the surrounding Dingyuan Army.

Oh well, she clearly wasn’t worried about Rong Heng losing.

Xie Yun looked at Rong Heng with a somewhat complicated expression.

If it weren’t for Gu Lan, he might never have known that this fifth son of the former Emperor, quietly raised in the deep palace, had such hidden skills.

"Begin!"

Called upon as the referee was the Commander of this camp’s Dingyuan Army, Mu Jun.

Mu Jun was a fierce general under the Marquis Gu, and the Marquis Gu sent Gu Lan to the military camp mainly to introduce her to Mu Jun.

And at this moment, this fierce general had been successfully bought by Gu Lan, with a piece of peach pastry casually handed to him by the Young Master Gu in his pocket.

With a loud shout from Mu Jun, Su Zixiao darted like lightning towards Rong Heng!

Su Zixiao, wielding a long blade, donned golden armor of the imperial guard, looking like a deity descending in the dark night, his heavy military boots stirring the mud and snow, slashing with monumental force.

And a few meters away, the youth clad in black calmly watched him charge.

Rong Heng lazily raised his hand, and in that instant, the dark golden Longquan Treasure Sword in his hand flashed a glow, exuding a murderous aura not inferior to any soldier, with a single swing, countered a force of a thousand pounds!

He resembled an agile leopard, every move and swing of his sword exhibiting a nonchalant nobility and cold sternness.

No matter how fast Su Zixiao’s blade, Rong Heng could parry even faster, regardless of how much force he exerted, even causing the air to sound as if it were tearing, Rong Heng easily received it and precisely dismantled it.

From start to finish, Rong Heng hadn’t moved a step forward or backward, his figure firmly rooted to the ground, every sword stroke appearing so composed.

Gu Lan seriously watched the fight between the two, biting into a sugar-coated persimmon cake, wrapped her cloak tightly around herself.

Unlike the previous bout she had with Rong Heng, this time Rong Heng seemed more relaxed and dashing.

In truth, maintaining such graceful movements with every strike was laborious, but he seemed intent on teasing Su Zixiao.

Someone could exhibit such an irresistible aura in such an intense duel, with a regal and untouchable sword.

Even Xie Yun, who didn’t understand swordsmanship or martial arts, could tell that the current assault by Su Zixiao, as if carrying mountains, was like a storm, yet entirely dismantled by Rong Heng, and no matter how strong Su Zixiao was, he had no way to break Rong Heng’s defense.

"Is defending all you can do!" Su Zixiao tightened his expression, shouting.

Rong Heng’s eyes were cold and detached, his voice calm as still water, only a few strands of hair lifted by the swift wind: "It’s enough to beat you."

Veins popped on Su Zixiao’s temple, and the angrier he got, the more violently he wielded his long blade, momentarily surprising Rong Heng.

The more he fought, the braver he got, not losing his form, indeed having considerable martial arts and a good temperament.

This brief moment of distraction allowed Su Zixiao to find an opportunity, with both hands clutched together, gripping the long blade, cleaving straight down like Mt. Tai, a roar bursting from his throat.

This strike used every ounce of his strength!

Rong Heng crossed his long sword, twisting his wrist, finally tapping the tip of his foot, but not to retreat, instead soaring into the air, horizontally sweeping his long sword, clashing with Su Zixiao’s blade.

This was a confrontation of strength against strength, with the clash of weapons emitting a fierce spark.

Rong Heng’s dark pupils, reflected in the firelight to a golden hue, remained utterly unperturbed.

Su Zixiao, with a stern and solemn face, locked eyes with him, forcibly swallowing the metallic taste in his throat.

Yet the next moment, his complexion changed, a numbing sting radiated from his tiger’s mouth, uncontrollably causing him to open his grip on the blade.

Su Zixiao fell to one knee with a "thud," gripping his knife tightly to support his shaky body.

Rong Heng’s sword hovered gently by his neck.

The cold sword tip seemed harmless, but Su Zixiao knew that any deviation could cost him his life.

Rong Heng looked at him, his voice still calm and detached, saying:

"I attacked."

Mu Jun directly announced Rong Heng as the victor.

Su Zixiao struggled to hold himself up, staring at the masked youth with a hoarse voice, "Who are you really?"

Rong Heng lifted his head, meeting Gu Lan’s gaze in the crowd, and slowly said:

"The one who defeated you belongs to the Young Master Gu.

My martial arts were taught by the Young Master."

With that, he saw Gu Lan smile.

Gu Lan maintained his flamboyant confidence outwardly, but Rong Heng noticed a hint of insecurity.

Rong Heng also smiled warmly, gradually revealing the youthful sharpness and vigor.

For the first time, Rong Heng didn’t hide his brilliance. Even with his concealed identity, no one felt this spirited youth’s aura was any weaker than Su Zixiao’s.

Gu Lan gazed at him, as if witnessing the future where Rong Heng galloped fearlessly on a horse, invincible.

That was the scene she eagerly awaited.

Rong Heng sheathed his sword, swinging his arm up powerfully, letting Gu Lan catch it gracefully.

Step by step, he approached Gu Lan.

Initially skeptical of the guard’s words, the soldiers and Su Zixiao, clutching his chest, now fully believed that Rong Heng’s martial arts were taught by the Young Master Gu upon seeing Gu Lan catch the sword.

The sword was personally given by Young Master for the guard to use; who would believe the Young Master couldn’t fight?

The surrounding soldiers involuntarily stepped aside, leaving a clear path between the two, while Xie Yun clicked his tongue and helped Su Zixiao up.

Rong Heng reached Gu Lan, reining in his sharpness, reverting to her quiet, mysterious guard, like a stunning treasure sword sheathed, known only to her.

Gu Lan couldn’t suppress her proud smile but controlled her expression, saying, "Just winning a match, look how happy you are."

She was actually happier.

Because Rong Heng’s victory was so splendid, she felt apathy toward Su Zixiao’s fate, focusing on Rong Heng’s claim that he was taught by Young Master Gu.

The Young Master felt elated, happier than winning a fight herself.

Rong Heng was momentarily lost in Gu Lan’s radiant smile beneath his silver mask.

Winning just one match brought Lanlan such joy, he wanted to present her with all the treasures of the world... as long as she kept smiling.

"Even for defeating just Su Zixiao, shouldn’t there be a reward, Young Master?"

He leaned to Gu Lan’s ear, teasing softly, the familiar herbal fragrance close, cold yet fiery, making Gu Lan’s whole being tense.

"Brother Hang, that’s being too polite—"

Rong Heng interrupted, asking, "Since we’re brothers, shouldn’t Lanlan call me brother?"

Gu Lan reacted with a slight frown, "Too feminine."

Though she could occasionally say it, constantly calling him that... wouldn’t the male lead think she’s odd?

Rong Heng said, "Calling it occasionally isn’t bad."

Gu Lan: She suspected the male lead was quirky.

Remembering Rong Heng’s challenge for her sake and his easy victory over Su Zixiao, she complied, asking:

"What reward does Brother Zichan want?"

"I want you..."

He leaned forward, almost enveloping Gu Lan in his embrace, his breath warm.