You said it was a useless body, yet you punched a saint to pieces?

Chapter 38 Sword Master

Ji Mingyue's calm words were like the last straw, instantly breaking Wang Ming's tense nerves.

He completely broke down; his once handsome and arrogant face was now contorted in pain, his eyes bloodshot, and he cried out in a hoarse voice:

"Mingyue! How could you do this! That's your private quarters, how could you tolerate this brat..."

Wang Ming's heart was bleeding at this moment, and he wished he could slap himself twice.

He initially felt a sense of schadenfreude as he watched the Hidden Dragon Pavilion turn into ruins, thinking that Wang Dao had now become a homeless dog.

But who would have thought that this fire would burn his own head? If he had known this would happen, he would have wished that the Sky-Splitting Slash had struck his own residence.

Ji Mingyue stopped, turned her head slightly, and coldly glanced at Wang Ming with her star-like eyes. Her tone was undeniably cold and authoritative:

"Why not? You destroyed the Seventh Young Master's house, leaving him homeless. Isn't all of this your fault?"

"Since you caused this trouble, I'm just cleaning up your mess."

Having said that, she didn't look at Wang Ming again. Her moon-white gown danced lightly in the wind, like a white lotus blooming in the snow, and she walked away, leaving everyone with only a cold and aloof back view.

Zheng Wanqing glanced at the distraught Wang Ming with a strange expression, then stared with interest in the direction Ji Mingyue had gone, a playful smile curving her lips.

The subtle atmosphere between the two was even more exciting than the battle just now. It has to be said that Ji Mingyue and Wang Dao cooperated very well, and Wang Ming was now insane.

Second Madam Liu Mei's expression changed drastically. She knew her son too well. If he continued to make a scene in public, he would lose all face as a true disciple of the Taihao Sword Sect.

She rushed forward, grabbed Wang Ming who was about to lash out again, and forcibly dragged him outside. Before leaving, she forced a smile and explained to everyone:

"I just had a fierce battle and was quite exhausted. I was a bit emotional, so please excuse me."

As Liu Mei and her son left, the once bustling Qianlong Pavilion fell silent.

At this moment, Wang Qingyue walked lightly to Wang Dao. She was wearing a moon-white, wide-sleeved long dress that glowed faintly in the night, like a fairy from the moon palace descending to earth.

Her beautiful eyes curved into two lovely crescent moons as she looked at Wang Dao with a smile and teased him:

"Seventh brother, I didn't expect you to have such strength now. It seems that it won't be long before you surpass your older sister."

Wang Dao immediately adopted a humble and obedient demeanor, scratched his head, and said with a sincere expression:

"Sister Qingyue, you flatter me. My meager skills are nowhere near yours; I'm not even a fraction as good as you!"

"If it weren't for Sister Qingyue's chivalrous act of shielding me from that crazy Wang Ming last time, I'd probably still be lying in bed moaning, and I wouldn't be standing here talking to you."

This flattery was perfectly timed, and Wang Qingyue clearly enjoyed it, her smile widening on her beautiful face.

She extended her slender finger and lightly tapped Wang Dao's forehead, scolding, "You little rascal, you still have a conscience; you remember how good your sister is to you."

Then, a sly glint flashed in her bright eyes, and she covered her mouth with a soft laugh:

"Alright, stop joking around. Go take a look at your new house. That's the princess's boudoir, a blessing that many people would kill for."

After saying that, she drifted away like a light butterfly, leaving behind only a string of silvery laughter echoing in the night wind.

Wang Dao's smile froze instantly, and his face darkened as he watched Wang Qingyue's departing figure.

He then realized that if he really moved into Tingfeng Pavilion, it wouldn't sound good if word got out!

"No, we need to talk to the Princess about this."

Wang Dao thought to himself, recalling Zheng Wanqing's meaningful smile earlier, and felt that this was a trap.

Without saying a word, he went straight after Zheng Wanqing in the direction she had left.

……

As its name suggests, Wutong Courtyard is the place where phoenixes roost.

The buildings here are not only magnificent and grand, but also exude an imposing air of nobility. With golden nanmu wood pillars and glazed jade tiles on the roof, every carved beam and painted rafter reflects the supreme status and position of the matriarch.

As soon as Zheng Wanqing returned to her magnificent palace, a servant rushed in to report that the Seventh Young Master, Wang Dao, was requesting an audience.

At this moment, Zheng Wanqing, having shed her imposing presence in the main hall, lay languidly on a soft couch covered with a snow-white fox fur.

Her bright red peony and phoenix robe was slightly loose, with the neckline slightly open, revealing a breathtaking glimpse of snow-white skin.

A pair of long, straight legs were casually crossed, the hem of her skirt slipping down, revealing a charm that was enough to make any man's blood boil.

As soon as Wang Daogang stepped into the inner hall, he was confronted with this breathtaking scene.

For a moment, even he felt a slight tremor in his heart, and his breath caught in his throat.

Zheng Wanqing was an extremely perceptive person, and Wang Dao's momentary lapse in concentration naturally did not escape her notice.

She didn't care, instead covering her mouth and giggling, her body trembling, and the snow-white skin on her chest rippling with waves.

"It seems our Dao'er has really grown up and knows how to appreciate women now."

Her eyes, which seemed to speak volumes, shimmered with a captivating light as she looked at Wang Dao with a half-smile.

"It seems that your aunt made the right move by arranging for you and Mingyue to be together."

Upon hearing this, Wang Dao blushed and quickly composed himself, coughing lightly to cover his embarrassment.

He rushed here in such a hurry because of this.

"Your Highness, this is what I came to discuss. After all, Tingfeng Pavilion belongs to the princess..."

"Alright, stop pretending to be innocent after getting the benefit." Zheng Wanqing extended a slender, white finger and pressed it to her lips, directly shutting down Wang Dao's words. "That girl has a cold and aloof personality. In this huge palace, she can only chat with a little rascal like you."

"These days, just treat it as entertaining guests for the Prince's residence and keep her company. Besides..."

She changed the subject, her tone becoming less teasing and more serious:

"Being by her side is also a protective charm for you."

"In this palace, even if some people want to harm you, they have to be mindful of that Princess."

At this point, Zheng Wanqing slowly sat up, straightened her robes, and her captivating eyes suddenly lit up, her gaze fixed intently on Wang Dao:

"Dao'er, the reason your aunt called you here this time is not only because of this matter, but more importantly because she wants to find you a qualified master."

Wang Dao was taken aback and couldn't help but wonder.

"Looking for a master? He has a skill point allocation panel. As long as he has source points, what skill can't he learn at a glance and master after just one practice? Even without a master, there is nothing in this world that he cannot learn."

Seemingly seeing through Wang Dao's thoughts, Zheng Wanqing sighed softly and said earnestly:

"Dao'er, don't think that just because you have extraordinary talent, you can look down on the heroes of the world."

"Master, it's not just about imparting knowledge, teaching skills, and resolving doubts; more importantly, you are a protector of the Way!"

She stood up, took light steps, and walked to Wang Dao. A delicate fragrance, like that of orchids, wafted towards her.

"Now that you have shown your talent, Wang Ming sees you as a thorn in his side, and there are undercurrents surging within the Wang Mansion."

"You can't stay cooped up in this Zhenbei Royal City forever, hiding under your aunt's wing, can you? The outside world is vast, but it's also very dangerous."

"And this Zhenbei Prince's Mansion..." A deep sense of apprehension and coldness flashed in Zheng Wanqing's eyes, her voice lowered to a whisper, "is even less of a safe place for you."

Wang Dao felt a chill run down his spine. This wasn't the first time Zheng Wanqing had given him such a hint; in the past, it had been more subtle, but this time it was much more direct.

Wang Dao already had some guesses about certain things. He guessed that Zheng Wanqing's straightforwardness this time was because he had truly gained her approval.

"Perhaps the famous Prince of Zhenbei is not a powerful backer, but rather the biggest sword of Damocles hanging over his head."