Chapter 91
“You…”
Hearing Xiao Minghuang’s refusal, Feng Yi grew even more enraged, his eyes blazing with intense fury. As a True Disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect, he couldn’t swallow the humiliation of being rejected by a mere princess of Xia.
How could he endure this!
“Fine, since you refuse to duel, then I’ll take this spirit source for myself.”
As he spoke, Feng Yi channeled his spiritual energy, his figure flickering as he appeared right before the spirit source, ready to claim it.
Seeing this, Xiao Minghuang snorted coldly, her figure blurring as she appeared in front of Feng Yi in an instant.
Her speed was so fast that Feng Yi didn’t even have time to react.
In the next moment, a golden light flashed.
“You…”
Feng Yi was about to say something when he suddenly felt a tremendous force assaulting him. In the next moment, he was sent flying with a violent impact.
Boom!
He was flung backward like a kite with its string cut, his body slamming heavily against the wall. A mouthful of blood sprayed out, and his face turned deathly pale.
He looked up in shock, only to see Xiao Minghuang standing before him, her eyes shining brilliantly, like a deity.
“How… how can you be so strong?!”
Feng Yi’s face was filled with disbelief.
In his impression, the Thirty-Six Kingdoms were nothing more than barren, resource-poor, and spirit-energy-deficient backwaters.
Even though Xia was the leader of the Thirty-Six Kingdoms, he had never heard of any genius martial artists emerging from there.
Yet, this princess of Xia had managed to injure him with a single punch, despite being at the same cultivation level!
“Is this the so-called elite of the sect? Truly weak.”
Xiao Minghuang spoke indifferently.
There was no disdain, no contempt—just a calm statement, as if she were stating an insignificant fact.
“You!”
Feng Yi was furious. As a True Disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect, he had never been so thoroughly belittled. His heart burned with rage, and he wanted to charge forward and fight her to the death.
“Senior Brother Feng, calm down!”
At that moment, the Eighth Prince hurried over, stopping Feng Yi and soothing him:
“Senior Brother Feng, this is the Treasure Pavilion. Let’s tolerate her for now. Once my Sixth Brother returns to the capital, we can ask him to take action. He will surely avenge today’s humiliation!”
“Sixth Brother has already grasped the rudiments of sword intent. Defeating Princess Ziwei will be as easy as flipping his hand!”
Hearing this, Feng Yi finally calmed down slightly.
“I naturally trust in Senior Brother Xiao Jian’s strength.”
The Sixth Prince, Xiao Jian, though of humble origins, was indeed a rare sword prodigy. At the age of eighteen, he had grasped the rudiments of sword intent. It was rumored that he was now seeking to become a disciple of Elder Xuanjian, aiming for a chance to compete for the position of Young Sect Master.
The Eighth Prince whispered:
“Senior Brother Feng, let’s leave quickly to avoid further trouble.”
He knew full well that the Emperor of Xia was now siding with Princess Ziwei. If things escalated, they would gain nothing from it.
Hearing this, Feng Yi composed himself, took a deep breath, and cast a cold glance, saying grimly:
“Little girl, enjoy your arrogance for a few more days!”
With that, Feng Yi flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.
But at that moment.
Xiao Minghuang spoke again:
“Wait!”
“What? Have you changed your mind and want to duel me?”
Feng Yi stopped in his tracks, turning his head to sneer at Xiao Minghuang.
Xiao Minghuang spoke indifferently:
“You’ve caused such a commotion here, and now you think you can just leave?”
Hearing this, Feng Yi’s face darkened. It was clearly Xiao Minghuang who had struck first, yet now she was twisting the facts and pinning the blame on him.
Xiao Minghuang paid no attention to Feng Yi’s livid expression and continued:
“Compensate for all the damages to the Treasure Pavilion, or don’t even think about leaving.”
As she spoke, she turned her gaze to Pavilion Master Wang and asked:
“Pavilion Master Wang, how much was the loss today? Give us a price.”
Hearing this, Pavilion Master Wang quickly calculated and said:
“Repairing the special formations in the workshop will cost 80,000 spirit stones. The damage to various facilities amounts to about 60,000 spirit stones. Other miscellaneous losses total around 50,000 spirit stones… Since both esteemed guests hold gold cards, after the discount, it comes to 160,000 spirit stones… Let’s just make it 150,000 spirit stones!”
Upon hearing the number, Feng Yi’s face turned ashen, and he gritted his teeth in frustration.
Although he was wealthy, the total amount of spirit stones he possessed only amounted to fifty thousand. How could he possibly come up with so many spirit stones!
Moreover, he shouldn’t have been the one to pay this sum in the first place!
Feng Yi stood there, his expression constantly shifting, looking extremely awkward.
Seeing Feng Yi standing still, Xiao Minghuang’s lips curled slightly as she asked:
“True Disciple Feng, could it be that you can’t come up with so many spirit stones? Let me give you a hint—you can also exchange them with pills or use that sword of yours as collateral!”
Xiao Minghuang had long noticed that the sword Feng Yi carried on his back was at least a top-tier Yellow-grade treasure, worth far more than 150,000 spirit stones.
“You!”
Feng Yi was furious and wanted to turn and leave.
But this was, after all, the Xia Kingdom, and none of the elders from the Spirit Sword Sect were with him.
As the Eighth Prince had said, even if he escalated the matter, he wouldn’t gain any advantage.
Thinking this, Feng Yi lowered his voice and said:
“Junior Brother Xiao, I’ll leave this matter to you. If you handle it well, I’ll recommend you as an inner disciple when we return to the sect, and you can move to Hanging Sword Peak to cultivate with me!”
The Eighth Prince had originally planned to stay out of it, as all the valuable items he had on him combined were worth no more than 10,000 spirit stones, and he couldn’t help Feng Yi.
But upon hearing the words “inner disciple,” he became excited and, without thinking carefully, immediately responded:
“Senior Brother Feng, rest assured, I’ll definitely handle this matter properly!”
Only after saying this did he feel regret, but there was no way to take it back. He could only brace himself and proceed.
The Eighth Prince turned to Xiao Minghuang, forcing a smile, and said:
“Ninth Sister, today’s incident is all a misunderstanding. Why don’t we make peace? As your elder brother, I’m willing to dig into my own pockets and give you 3,000 spirit stones as compensation. How about that?”
Hearing this, Xiao Minghuang’s lips curled into a mocking smile, but she remained silent.
Seeing this, the Eighth Prince knew that a soft approach wouldn’t work—he had to be firm.
“Ninth Sister, do you know that Senior Brother Feng Yi is the closed-door disciple of Elder Hanging Sword of the Spirit Sword Sect? If you humiliate him today, it will bring endless calamity to Great Xia. If the Spirit Sword Sect’s wrath is truly provoked, the hundreds of millions of lives in Great Xia will be sacrificed for your momentary pride!”
The Eighth Prince’s tone was filled with sorrow, as if the hundreds of millions of lives in Great Xia were on the brink of destruction solely because of Xiao Minghuang. His words made the onlookers tremble with fear, their breathing becoming rapid.
Xiao Minghuang said coldly:
“Do you think I’ll be scared just because you say that?”
As she spoke, Xiao Minghuang took a step forward, closing in on the Eighth Prince, her gaze like lightning, fixed on him.
Under such a gaze, the Eighth Prince felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss, his entire body frozen.
“Eighth Prince, speaking so much in favor of the Spirit Sword Sect, it seems you’ve already sided with them. Is this return to the capital an attempt to use the Spirit Sword Sect’s power to seize the position of Crown Prince, inherit the throne, and then sell the entire Great Xia to the Spirit Sword Sect?”
Xiao Minghuang hit the nail on the head, directly exposing the Eighth Prince’s intentions.
Translator: Glariosa
Editor: Ruu
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