abnabooks Chapter 36 The Unique Fragrance of Orchids
Chapter 36 The Unique Fragrance of Orchids
Sword light flashed and energy surged, leaving the Hidden Dragon Pavilion in a state of utter devastation.
Wang Dao wielded the Longyuan Sword with impenetrable speed, its light surging like a tide, completely enveloping Wang Ming.
His figure moved like a phantom among the sword shadows, each strike carrying immense power and revealing its sharp edge.
"Little Dog, you really aren't cut out for it!"
In the brief moment between the flashing swords, Wang Dao suddenly burst into laughter, his words filled with undisguised mockery. These words struck Wang Ming's heart like a heavy hammer.
Wang Ming felt a tightness in his chest, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his swordplay faltered.
He, a true disciple of the Taihao Sword Sect and the eldest son of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion, was actually insulted as a "hound" by a good-for-nothing.
The abrupt laughter and vulgar language clearly reached the ears of Zheng Wanqing and the others who had just arrived outside Qianlong Pavilion.
Zheng Wanqing, dressed in a peony and golden phoenix robe, had a face full of astonishment and helplessness on her exquisite and dignified expression. She gently touched her forehead, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes.
Wang Qingyue's pale white, wide-sleeved dress fluttered in the wind, her exquisite face displaying a complex expression, her beautiful eyes gleaming with a sharp light, as if she were meeting this seventh brother for the first time.
Wang Wu shrank back, looking like he was still shaken. He thought to himself, "It seems that Seventh Brother really did go easy on me that day, otherwise I would probably be dead by now."
Only the Second Madam, Liu Mei, had a completely somber expression; her originally charming face was now covered with a layer of frost.
Because the one being called a "grey dog" was her own son, Wang Ming, on whom she had placed high hopes.
Ji Mingyue, dressed in a moon-white white gown, looked exceptionally beautiful in the night.
Her eyes, as cold as stars, were fixed intently on the intense battle unfolding on the field.
She had thought that Wang Dao was only strong in martial arts, but she did not expect that his swordsmanship was also so terrifying that he could fight Wang Ming, a true disciple of the Taihao Sword Sect, to a standstill!
"What amazing swordsmanship talent!" Ji Mingyue exclaimed inwardly, her curiosity and interest in the King's Way growing stronger.
On the field, the duel between Wang Dao and Wang Ming has reached a fever pitch.
With his mid-stage Golden Core cultivation, Wang Ming possessed immense magical power and a long, unstoppable sword strike.
The sword lights formed by the Sky-Splitting Sword Technique tore through the void, carrying an unstoppable force, breaking through the King's Sword Net several times, and slashing towards the King's vital points.
However, each time the sword light was about to touch Wang Dao's body, a layer of shimmering armor would appear, completely neutralizing his attack.
"Damn it! You turtle shell!"
Wang Ming roared in anger, his fury intensifying as he watched his sword light being blocked time and again by the Flowing Light Armor.
He doesn't even have a decent defensive magical artifact on him, so why does this good-for-nothing Wang Dao possess such a treasure?
This kind of armor is enough to withstand a full-force attack from a peak Golden Core cultivator. Wang Dao's physical defense is already formidable, and with the armor's enhancement, he's practically an unkillable iron lump.
"If you're so capable, take off your turtle shell and fight me for real!"
Wang Ming roared angrily, his sword strikes becoming increasingly violent, the very void groaning under the weight of his sword energy.
Upon hearing this, Wang Dao grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, his smile so irritating it was almost punchable.
With a flick of his Longyuan Sword, he deflected the sword light that Wang Mingyi was slashing at, producing a deafening clang of metal against metal.
"Oh, so you're envious, brother?" Wang Dao mocked sarcastically. "Sorry, this is a gift from the Princess!"
"Look at your sour face, brother. You'll probably never get to eat something this good in your lifetime!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Ming felt a surge of heat rush to his head, his anger completely out of control, and he wished he could tear Wang Dao to pieces.
Upon hearing this, Ji Mingyue's usually cold face flushed slightly, and she glared at Wang Dao.
That bastard actually made fun of her in public, but then, she couldn't help but smile faintly.
Zheng Wanqing and the others had strange expressions. They looked at Wang Ming with a hint of sympathy, and then turned their gaze to Ji Mingyue.
Ji Mingyue was almost embarrassed by everyone's stares. A slight blush rose on her stunningly beautiful face. She coughed lightly, trying her best to maintain the dignity of a princess, and explained:
"This...this is a gift that my father specially asked me to bring to the Seventh Prince. It is a radiant armor, and it is no ordinary item."
As soon as she said this, everyone's expressions changed.
Zheng Wanqing chuckled softly, gazing at Wang Dao in the arena with captivating charm, her voice clear and melodious: "Then we must truly thank His Majesty the Human Emperor for bestowing this treasure upon our Dao'er."
However, in private, Zheng Wanqing used divine sense, which only Ji Mingyue could hear, to transmit her thoughts with a mischievous smile:
"You brat! Don't think I don't know, that armor is yours! It even has your unique orchid scent on it!"
Upon hearing this, Ji Mingyue's beautiful eyes widened instantly, and the slight blush on her face spread to her ears, making her look like a thief caught red-handed.
She quickly retorted telepathically, "Your Highness, you've mistaken me! When...when did I ever wear that?"
Her heart was pounding like a drum, and although she spoke toughly, she was actually completely flustered.
Zheng Wanqing wore a mischievous smile that seemed to say, "I see through it but I won't say it," which made Ji Mingyue's face darken.
She simply stopped arguing and vaguely transmitted another message:
"That king insists on extorting my treasures, and I didn't bring much with me, so I can only... I can only give him what I have first."
After saying that, she stopped talking. She felt that the more she talked, the worse it got, so she simply shut up.
In the arena, the duel between Wang Dao and Wang Ming has reached a fever pitch.
Initially, Wang Dao did manage to suppress Wang Ming with his unexpected swordsmanship and his brute force.
However, as time went on, Wang Ming, being a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, possessed far greater magical power and a deeper understanding of swordsmanship than Wang Dao.
He gradually adapted to the unpredictable and elusive swordplay of Wang Dao and began to leverage his superior skill level.
Wang Ming's sword light grew increasingly fierce, each strike containing the immense magical power of a Golden Core cultivator, tearing through the void with a whistling sound, forcing Wang Dao into a series of retreats.
Although Wang Dao possessed a powerful physical body and was protected by the Radiant Armor, he ultimately could not completely overcome the difference in magical power, and his movements began to show a slight stagnation.
Seeing this scene from the sidelines, Liu Mei's tense face finally relaxed, her eyebrows danced with joy, and she felt a surge of relief.
Her son is indeed a chosen one; Wang Dao, that good-for-nothing, is ultimately no match for Ming'er.
Zheng Wanqing didn't say anything, but a hint of appreciation flashed in her tender eyes.
Although she had instructed Wang Dao to practice his swordsmanship diligently, she never expected that Wang Dao would actually have such talent. His swordsmanship had clearly reached a minor level of mastery, and even faintly touched upon the true essence.
With his Dragon Spine Realm cultivation, the fact that he could fight Wang Ming, who was in the mid-stage of the Golden Core Realm, to this extent showed that Wang Dao's talent exceeded her expectations.
Seeing that Wang Dao was increasingly losing ground, Wang Ming laughed wildly, his laughter filled with the triumph of a victor and contempt for Wang Dao.
"Hahaha! The difference in realms is beyond the comprehension of a mere mortal like you! You think you can contend with me with your unorthodox sword techniques? Wishful thinking!"
His magical power surged, flowing into the longsword like a flood bursting its banks.
The sword emitted a humming sound, and its tip emitted a chilling sword light several feet long, compressing the surrounding void and causing it to distort.
He held the sword with both hands and slashed downwards with a fierce blow—the killing move of the Sky-Splitting Sword Technique!
A massive sword light, several meters long, tore through the air, carrying unparalleled power, and slashed down directly at Wang Dao.
Wherever the sword light passed, a deep trench was carved into the ground of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, and a dangerous aura permeated the air.
Upon seeing this, Zheng Wanqing frowned slightly, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes, and she was about to take action.
"Buzz—"
An unprecedentedly powerful sword light erupted from Wang Dao's body. The Dragon Abyss Sword in his hand was no longer an ordinary spiritual weapon, but had transformed into a blazing sun.
On the sword, the black dragon patterns seemed to come alive, emitting a deep dragon roar.
The Dragon Abyss Sword erupted with intense divine light, and wherever the sword light swept past, it brought with it specks of light like dust that lingered for a long time, as if they were frozen fragments of time.
Each of those light fragments contained extreme sharpness, and also carried a trace of profound Taoist charm.
Wherever the sword energy passed, Wang Ming's unstoppable Sky-Splitting Slash became slow, as if it were stuck in quicksand.
"How is that possible?"
Wang Ming's eyes widened, completely unaware of what was happening.