Chapter 173 Arriving at the Imperial Sea, Dugu Wenhun

The sword practice of the princes and princesses lasted for half an hour. When the middle-aged man announced the end, they cheered and put away their swords.

They gathered in twos and threes, chatting about different things. Some of them looked at the boy in the corner of the forest garden. The boy still kept his arms covering his face. His thin body kept shaking. His arms were bleeding and the ground was covered with blood spots, but he never cried out from beginning to end.

The middle-aged man walked up to him and used his right hand to activate his spiritual power to help him heal his wounds.

"Why do you have to practice? If you insist on doing so, you will only suffer more torture." The middle-aged man said expressionlessly.

The boy slowly raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man with fear on his face. He clenched his teeth and said nothing.

At this time, the princes came over and looked at the boy jokingly, one by one.

"Yi Jing, go back if you can't hold on. After all, you don't bleed royal blood."

"That's right. Whose child are you? I don't know what my father thought, to keep you in the palace."

"What if we don't keep you? Wouldn't it be a disgrace to our Yi family if we let him go?"

"Too weak. He can't even withstand this little sword energy."

"Lord Liu, don't worry about him. It's better for him to die. He can suffer less."

Listening to the princes' discussion, the middle-aged man called Lord Liu slowly stood up, turned around and left without saying much.

The princes surrounded the boy named Yi Jing and kicked him from time to time.

The sun set in the west and dusk fell.

The princes and princesses in the forest garden had already left. The dirty and blood-scab-covered boy stood up tremblingly. He gritted his teeth and said to himself: "My name is not Yi Jing... My name is Fang Jing..."

He trembled and grabbed the wooden barrel next to him, but his arms were sore. He couldn't lift the water at all. He had to give up and left with his little body staggering.

Along the way, eunuchs and maids would avoid him if they saw him, but Fang Jing was used to it.

He walked into a small courtyard full of debris. A middle-aged maid who was washing clothes turned her head to look at him, then her face changed, she stood up quickly, walked to him quickly, and checked his injuries.

The middle-aged maid looked distressed, and couldn't help scolding: "I told you not to listen to the preaching, why didn't you listen?"

Fang Jing raised his little face, with tears on his face, and said stubbornly: "If I don't practice, when can I leave here? If I don't practice, how can I avenge my mother and my father?"

"Shut up! Don't talk nonsense!"

The middle-aged maid was furious and looked around in horror. After making sure that there was no disturbance, she immediately grabbed Fang Jing, slapped his butt hard, and scolded: "Don't say such nonsense in the future!"

The young Fang Jing gritted his teeth and said nothing.

After beating him for a long time, seeing that he still refused to bow his head, the middle-aged maid's heart softened. She sighed and said, "Child, you must remember that you can only stay in this palace in the future. You have no other relatives. Only if you perform well and satisfy His Majesty, you will have a chance to succeed."

Fang Jing muttered, "I have relatives... There are many people in our Fang family, and my uncle is very powerful... Others call him the way of heaven..."

He felt more and more wronged as he spoke, and his eyes quickly turned red.

He could endure the pain on his body, but he couldn't help but feel wronged when he thought of his relatives. He was less than nine years old, and he had cried before, but when his mother died, he had no one to rely on and could only be strong.

The middle-aged maid hugged him in her arms, her eyes full of heartache and confusion.

She knew in her heart that Fang Jing's existence was a thorn in His Majesty's heart, and there was no way he could succeed...

When the Xuan Dynasty forgets Fang Jing's existence and Fang Jing's mother, His Majesty's knife will fall on Fang Jing's head.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged palace maid felt even more bitter. She was the one who brought up Fang Jing's mother, so she regarded Fang Jing as her own son.

Now she just wanted Fang Jing to suffer less while he was alive.

…

Boom boom——

Thunderclouds covered the sky, heavy rain poured down, and the ocean was surging.

Xiao Zi was flying in the wind and rain. It saw a huge floating island in front of it, with bright lights on it, which looked weird in the dim night.

"Sir, is the floating island of Changsheng Pavilion in front of it?" Xiao Zi asked.

Zhao Zhen answered first: "Yes, the location recorded in the scroll is here."

The nearest Changsheng Pavilion floating island was marked in the intelligence scroll given by Qu Xunhun, allowing Fang Wang to teleport to the Emperor Sea.

The South Sea is so vast, and the Emperor Sea is so far away, so Qu Xunhun kept an extra eye.

Fang Wang was willing to accept this, he just wanted to reach Xuan Dynasty as soon as possible.

Xiao Zi flew towards the floating island. A cultivator stopped her on the way. Fang Wang showed his True Person Order and entered the island smoothly. A cultivator from the Changsheng Pavilion led the way.

This floating island is very large, and there are many cultivators living here.

Xiao Zi lay on Fang Wang's shoulder, looking around, curious about everything around, but Fang Wang was not in the mood to look.

Soon, they entered a high tower with a huge teleportation array inside, which led to the Imperial Sea.

"Wait!"

Just as Fang Wang was about to step into the teleportation array, a voice called him, and the monks who were about to activate the array stopped.

An old man in black came from behind. He quickly came to Fang Wang, clasped his fists and saluted, saying: "Daoyou Tiandao, may I ask if you went to Dihai for Xuan Dynasty?"

Fang Wang glanced at him and asked: "Why? Changsheng Pavilion still cares about this?"

The old man in black hurriedly said: "Of course not, it's just that Daoyou's personal envoy asked for information about Xuan Dynasty. As one of the twenty-four real people, you are naturally concerned and valued by Changsheng Pavilion. Changsheng Pavilion and Xuan Dynasty have always been at odds. Some time ago, a group of Mahayana cultivators from Xuan Dynasty sneaked into the South Qiong Sea. Changsheng Pavilion was a little worried. Coincidentally, you are the only one who asked for information about Xuan Dynasty during this period."

Fang Wang said calmly: "Xuan Dynasty has become my enemy. If Changsheng Pavilion is afraid of trouble, I can draw a clear line with Changsheng Pavilion, but I will definitely use this teleportation array."

Fang Xun's death made him realize that although he was strong and famous, the Fang family was not completely protected by his reputation.

From now on, he will still be vigorous, but let the world know that he is behind the Fang family.

So he is not afraid that Changsheng Pavilion will follow the clues and know the relationship between the Fang family and him.

The old man in black said helplessly: "Daoyou, why do you worry so much? Changsheng Pavilion will not give up on you because of fear of Xuan Dynasty. It's just that a saint knows that you are going to Xuan Dynasty and wants to ask you for a favor. If you complete it, the saint will definitely not treat you unfairly."

Fang Wang asked: "What is it?"

The old man in black glanced at the other cultivators, and those cultivators bowed and retreated.

After they left, the old man in black said: "The general who killed the Xuan Dynasty is a ninth-level cultivator. You should weigh this matter yourself. Once you kill the general, you will definitely cause big trouble. If the timing is not right, you can give up this matter."

Fang Wang replied: "I know."

The old man in black nodded and immediately helped Fang Wang activate the teleportation formation.

Rumble--

The formation was activated, and the interior of the tower trembled violently, as if the sky and the earth were shaking.

The old man in black looked at Fang Wang and said, "The order of the Emperor Sea is more stable than that of the Southern Sea. The more stable it is, the more dangerous it is for you. The Xuan Dynasty is even more powerful. I hope you will be very careful."

Fang Wang looked at him and did not respond.

The formation was activated, and a strong light rose up, and the figures of Fang Wang and Xiao Zi disappeared.

After a while, the tower returned to calm, and several figures appeared out of thin air beside the old man in black, each with an unfathomable aura.

"The surname of Tiandao Zhenren is Fang, and the person killed by the Xuan Dynasty royal cultivators is also Fang. It seems that he really went to seek revenge."

"He is too impulsive. Is it enough for him alone?"

"It is said that Jinxiao Sect has already entered the Emperor Sea, and the movement is not small."

"What is Jinxiao Sect? Xuan Dynasty can easily crush them."

"In any case, no one knows how high the cultivation of Tiandao Zhenren is. Even if he died in Xuan Dynasty, with his ability, he will definitely bring disaster to Xuan Dynasty."

Everyone talked about it in a playful tone. Although the old man in black did not speak, he was also shaking his head, obviously not optimistic about Fang Wang.

...

The teleportation formation lasted for an incense stick of time. After the strong light in front of Fang Wang disappeared, what came into his sight was a huge and vast cave room, and he was standing on the formation platform.

Fang Wang looked up and found that there were more than a dozen cultivators in the cave room, meditating in different directions, and the atmosphere was silent.

He immediately walked down the formation platform and walked towards the cave entrance.

"Who are you?"

An old man asked with a stern tone.

Others opened their eyes and looked at Fang Wang. Among them was a young man who was obviously dressed more luxuriously than the others and wore a jade crown. He also looked at Fang Wang curiously.

Fang Wang had a murderous intent, which made them feel dangerous.

Fang Wang did not stop. As he walked, he said, "Heavenly Dao Zhenren, Fang Wang."

Everyone was moved. It was obvious that they had heard of this name. After all, the internal trials of Changsheng Pavilion had a great influence.

"The Emperor Sea is different from the South Sea. We, the monks of Changsheng Pavilion, must be measured in our actions." Another old man reminded.

Fang Wang raised his hand and quickly disappeared into the cave.

The young man wearing the jade crown couldn't help laughing and said, "Heavenly Dao Fang Wang, has an extraordinary momentum. In my opinion, if Changsheng Pavilion had nominated him earlier, the Four Heroes of Nanqiong might not be Jiyang Zhenren."

As soon as these words came out, others looked at him with subtle eyes.

A sturdy man in green robe snorted coldly: "Dugu Wenhun, what do you mean by that? You sound as if you are stronger than Jiyang Zhenren."

Dugu Wenhun smiled and said: "I am congratulating Changsheng Pavilion, it is really full of talents, but I am curious, what is he doing alone in Dihai, did you give him the opportunity?"

Hearing this, the man in green robe snorted coldly and said no more, and the cave fell into silence.

Dugu Wenhun did not feel embarrassed, sitting there alone, not knowing what he was thinking, with an intriguing smile on his face.

On the other side.

Fang Wang flew out of the island, he did not let Xiao Zi grow bigger, but flew by himself.

Xiao Zi leaned on Fang Wang's shoulder and asked, "Sir, what are you going to do? Let's gather intelligence first?"

Fang Wang looked straight ahead, the strong wind blowing his black hair. He said calmly, "I'm too lazy to investigate the truth. I'll just charge into Xuan Dynasty. I want to let everyone in Xuan Dynasty know why they came here."