The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 1157 - 627: Empress: Wu Xiankui, How Dare You Steal My Man?
Delusional?
Zhao Douan stared at Prince Jing with a strange expression, suddenly sighed lightly, and said, "Xu Wen, I really do admire you a bit."
"Oh?" Prince Jing raised an eyebrow.
Zhao Douan said seriously, "I’ve never seen someone as arrogant and shameless as you."
Prince Jing’s expression remained unchanged, not at all angered by the verbal attack. Instead, he smiled and said, "Sharp-tongued and witty. I just wonder if your resolve is as strong as your mouth. But no matter, my tolerance is vast. Now I won’t bother with a man who’s about to die. I’m just curious, is it your series of victories that made you arrogant, or is it the pressure of the military order forcing you? Why did you risk everything to come to the Coastal Road to cause trouble for me?"
At this point, neither of them bothered to pretend any longer.
Prince Jing knew Zhao Douan met with Prince Chen to force his appearance.
Zhao Douan also knew that Prince Jing dared to appear because he was absolutely confident.
"Xu Wen, do you think I can’t kill you?" Zhao Douan said seriously, "Let me remind you, Xu Jingtang’s corpse isn’t even cold. He was as arrogant as you."
Xu Jingtang?
Prince Jing sneered, his eyes full of disdain: "How can that waste be compared to me? If it weren’t necessary for him to share the court’s military pressure, I would have ensured he never left Yunfu come nightfall."
Zhao Douan sighed calmly, "Then there’s nothing more to say. However, I still don’t understand. With just a few people around you, where do you get the confidence to challenge me?"
Prince Jing smiled: "That’s because there’s still one guest who hasn’t arrived yet."
As soon as he finished speaking, exclamations arose from the crowd.
Zhao Douan also looked over, only to see a small boat approaching from afar on Dongxuan Lake. At first, it was still very far, but in the blink of an eye, it was close by.
The entire Dongxuan Lake had been blocked by Prince Chen and the Divine Mechanism Camp’s fleet today.
Who could have silently passed through all these defenses?
"Wu Xiankui!"
Someone suddenly exclaimed the name, causing everyone at the grand Spring God banquet to be filled with fear and shock.
At this moment, the small boat had already docked. A tall figure removed the bamboo hat from his head and laid down the pole he used to row, revealing a familiar face.
Wu Xiankui was dressed in simple coarse cloth, his black hair disheveled with strands of white, casually tied at the back with a faded silk ribbon.
With a face about fifty years old, there was nothing special except a fiery red mark imprinted between his brows.
As soon as Wu Xiankui stepped ashore, he calmly walked forward with his hands behind his back.
The appearance of this foremost martial artist was not ostentatious today, even deliberately modest. Yet, as the one who has suppressed the Martial World for decades, the Qingshan Sect Leader with the greatest hope of breaking the limits of martial arts and stepping into the Human Immortal Realm, the name Wu Xiankui carried substantial weight.
"Master Wu..." Prince Chen and his wife were shocked, dumbfounded.
They knew that Prince Jing had gotten support from Qingshan, but Wu Xiankui personally stepping in greatly exceeded the couple’s expectations.
When did Heavenly Humans ever intervene in worldly affairs?
No wonder... no wonder Prince Jing was so confident, this was his biggest reliance!
At this moment, the hearts of Prince Chen and his wife sank. They looked at Zhao Douan with pity, already realizing that with Wu Xiankui stepping in, today’s outcome was no longer in doubt.
Zhao Douan’s face was solemn, squinting at this top martial artist.
Come to think of it...
It was his first time seeing this person, yet this scene was not unexpected to him.
"Master Wu, sorry to trouble you for coming today. I’ll need your help," Prince Jing said with pride, not noticing the changing expression on the face of the Princess Consort beside him.
Zhao Douan squinted his eyes, appearing tough but weak inside: "Wu Xiankui? Are you going to tear the Heavenly Agreement and intervene in worldly affairs?!"
Wu Xiankui’s expression remained indifferent; his gaze then turned towards him, as if wanting to say something, but Prince Jing interrupted, sneering, "Zhao Douan, at this point, saying such things is rather childish. Not intervene in worldly affairs? Aren’t these three disciples from the Heavenly Master Mansion standing with the court on your side? Don’t be naive. No cultivation sect throughout history could keep itself out of worldly changes; the Divine Dragon Temple couldn’t, the Heavenly Master Mansion couldn’t, and neither can Qingshan."
Yet Zhao Douan only focused on Wu Xiankui, repeating, "Wu Xiankui, are you really going to be the first to tear the Heavenly Agreement?"
Wu Xiankui paused for a moment, then calmly said, "Today, I came here not to cause slaughter. I hear you’ve only practiced martial arts for two years and achieved such accomplishments. Your talent is extraordinary. So, today, I wish to take you up to Qingshan to learn martial arts. If you agree, no one here will harm you."
Zhao Douan hesitated, his expression becoming strange.
Am I Tang Seng’s meat? Does every faction wish to recruit me?
No... He quickly reacted; Wu Xiankui was trying to have it both ways. With his status, he might be wary of the Heavenly Agreement while also caring about his reputation.
That’s why, during the Sealing, Wu Xiankui stopped the Empress, but still insisted it was to fulfill an appointment for a duel.
Thus, Wu Xiankui’s visit to Daluo Island today also didn’t wish to be seen historically as bullying someone younger, hence proposing to take a disciple.
If taken to Qingshan, wouldn’t that be as good as being dead?
But could Zhao Douan refuse?
Or rather, when a bona fide martial art Heavenly Human makes a move to forcibly take him away, could anyone stop them?
Zhao Douan smiled, just about to speak, when a figure had already stepped forward from behind.
The Emperor of Great Yu, wearing a simple robe with a red silk belt around her waist, holding a heavy and dark black sword sheath, stepped out.
