The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 456 - 268 Begin

Chapter 456: Chapter 268 Begin

May 5, Dragon Boat Festival.

Indeed, the otherworld where Qing Yu resided also celebrated the Dragon Boat Festival.

Although the combat power had soared dramatically, resulting in humanity’s history in this world spanning ten thousand years, they were still in the midst of a feudal dynasty.

But the similar culture gave rise to similar festivals, making this world closely resemble Qing Yu’s past life.

The Dragon Boat Festival originated from the worship of celestial phenomena. At midsummer’s Dragon Boat, the Azure Dragon ascends to the southern midday sky, the day of the dragon’s ascent to the heavens. Therefore, it is also called "Dragon Festival."

Although Northern Zhou took the phoenix as its totem, it was still inevitably influenced by this festival.

And on this day, Si Qingwei, the eldest lady of the Si Family, was invited by Eighth Prince Feng Qiwu to visit Fenglai Mountain, just outside Divine Capital, for an outing.

During this period, Feng Chaonan acted rashly in his bid for power. Feng Jiu immersed himself day and night in documents, revising memorials and overseeing state affairs.

Both were exceedingly busy, yet Eighth Prince Feng Qiwu had quite a bit of leisure time.

Feng Qiwu admired the ways of the Ancient Era, when the divine Emperor ruled effortlessly, emphasizing "deep faith in righteousness, honor through virtue, and govern by doing nothing." As for political affairs and power, he was not as tight-fisted as Feng Jiu and Feng Chaonan, being very good at delegating.

Hmm...

In plain terms, this meant governing by doing nothing. In Qing Yu’s view, even if he were to become the Emperor, he’d still be an idle fish among emperors.

However, his mentality was quite suitable for the current situation in Northern Zhou and matched the expectations of Mountain River Academy, as after all, Feng Qiwu did not stir trouble or vie for power.

It was thanks to this mindset that Feng Qiwu had plenty of time to do his own things.

Such as engaging in academia, reading books, and courtship, among others.

Little Princess Feng Chuhuan valued his lack of desire for power, unlike her other brothers who loved fighting for authority and profit, and was, therefore, very close to Feng Qiwu.

Thus, when Feng Qiwu interacted with Feng Chuhuan, he naturally also saw her close friend Si Qingwei.

Then followed the plot of the one who is near the water getting the moon first; the relationship between Feng Qiwu and Si Qingwei grew increasingly intimate, and their relationship warmed rapidly. The Si Family, too, seized this opportunity to find a second path.

However, the date for the young lady of the Si Family today was about to be disrupted.

When Si Qingwei’s carriage was still a mile away from Fenglai Mountain, a dense fog rose from the mountain path, obscuring the surrounding scenery.

And within this fog, figures wearing black iron masks flitted in and out of view, like evil ghosts in the mists, poised to claim lives.

"Azure Dragon Association," the elderly servant driving the carriage spoke gravely, as he recognized the azure dragon patterns on the approaching black-clothed men.

As the eldest of the Si Family, and the future Empress (as decreed by the Si Family), Si Qingwei had the extravagant protection of an old servant from the Mid-stage Divine Origin Realm, providing extremely high security.

But no matter how strong the security, as long as it did not reach the True Pill Realm, one had to be ready to face death against the suicide tactics of the Azure Dragon Association.

"Uncle Lin, did you say Azure Dragon Association?" A trembling voice came from inside the carriage.

It layered upon itself, as if there were two women’s voices.

Nowadays, the Azure Dragon Association’s reputation in Northern Zhou was enormous. As an organization that left blood wherever it went, many referred to the Azure Dragon Association in whispers as the "Blood Dragon Society," alluding to this bloodstained assassin organization.

"Young Miss, Your Highness the Princess, please rest assured that even if it costs this old servant his life, I will not allow these assassins to harm a single hair on your heads," the servant named "Uncle Lin" declared resolutely.

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Hearing the old servant’s words, there were indeed two women inside the carriage. One was the primary target of the assassination attempt, the Si Family’s young miss, and the other was naturally her best friend, the little princess of Northern Zhou—Feng Chuhan.

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"But Uncle Lin, you..."

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Inside the carriage, Si Qingwei quietly glanced at Feng Chuhan, who was tightly clutching her arm, and swallowed the rest of her words.

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Although Uncle Lin was a mid-stage Divine Origin Realm expert, he had nearly reached the age of a hundred, and his vitality was exhausted. His True Qi was also much weaker than before. If it really came down to a fight, there was little hope.

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Si Qingwei was also afraid, but seeing the little princess huddled up next to her like a small squirrel, she couldn’t help but hide this fear in her heart.

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"Hopefully, a miracle can happen." That was all Si Qingwei could think of. Right now, all she could do was hope for a miracle.

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As she prayed silently to herself, Si Qingwei suddenly heard ghostly wails outside the carriage, filled with Killing Intent. Even within the confines of the carriage, they could feel the chilling presence as if it were slicing through their tender skin.

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"Ah—"

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Fresh blood suddenly splattered through the gap in the carriage door, dotting the faces of the two women who were staring at the door with spots of crimson, causing Feng Chuhan to let out a startled scream. Si Qingwei’s face instantly turned pale.

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"Bang—"

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Before the two women could recover from their shock, another figure suddenly burst into the carriage from the outside.

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The aging Uncle Lin was just a step away from death. His body was covered in several pitch-black sword wounds that were eroding his life, leaving him barely breathing.

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The Demon Blade Guards had cultivated the Avici Dao Three Swords, specifically designed to kill. Driven by the deliberately intensified Mutated Killing Intent, as long as one was targeted by the blade, the accompanied Mutated Killing Intent and True Qi would erode the person’s life, ruthlessly destroying the body, and leading the victim step by step toward death.

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Uncle Lin already had little Vitality left, and after suffering these several blows, his injuries were so severe that they were nearly fatal.

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However, the Demon Blade Guards had also paid a price.

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The bodies of three Demon Blade Guards exploded in a series of chain reactions, their acupoints completely shattered, they collapsed to the ground lifeless.

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In order to kill Uncle Lin, seven Demon Sword Guards had activated the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique at the same time. Three of them surpassed their body’s limit prematurely and fell dead on the spot. The other four were not far behind.

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Seeing the black-clothed man with an iron mask approaching step by step, the two women trembled with fear, for they knew that their death was imminent.

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Not far from the carriage, in the woods, three people were arguing quietly but heatedly.

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"Uncle Lin is old and can hardly fend off those assassins’ attacks. We must intervene immediately," whispered Si Haofeng, his Qi Force quietly surging as he clenched his teeth.

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"No, Gong Ziyu has not yet appeared. To act now would mean our efforts have been wasted," Feng Chaonan quickly stopped Si Haofeng.

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What a joke, it would be better for Si Qingwei to die!

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Even if it didn’t lure out Gong Ziyu, if Si Qingwei, who had been invited by Feng Qiwu, ended up dead on the road, wouldn’t the Si Family turn against Feng Qiwu?

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Even if the Si Family Head, Si Yunxin, was willing to swallow his pride, would Feng Qiwu believe it? Would that old hag of an Empress believe it?

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Gong Ziyu could be killed at any time, but such an opportunity did not come often.

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Feng Jiu, who stood beside them, saw through Feng Chaonan’s scheming and felt helpless, ’It seems that even with his brainwashing, Feng Chaonan’s true nature is hard to change.’

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Qing Yu’s brainwashing of Feng Chaonan had been light, to prevent others from finding discrepancies. He had added just a bit of memory, guided his psychology a little, and left himself a backdoor to control him. Feng Chaonan was still Feng Chaonan; it was normal for him to have his own thoughts.

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Fortunately, Qing Yu had accounted for the possibility of the unexpected and had arranged for Feng Jiu to take command.

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"Let me go and help."

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