Chapter 407: Chapter 322: Choosing Him as a Son-in-Law (Added 2 in 1)_2
Yin Weiyin watched this scene, listening to Chen Yi’s tone. Having interacted with him for a long time, she naturally understood that although his words were disrespectful, he had already shown some restraint.
If it were in the past, he would probably have acted without considering the consequences.
And this restraint... for whom was it?
Besides her, who else could it be?
For her, he restrained himself a bit. As a female crown, she felt a bit of warmth, but looking at her father, her heart was a mix of feelings. She clenched and unclenched her tea bowl several times, wanting to speak but stopping herself.
The Prince listened to Chen Yi’s words, pondered for a moment, then slowly nodded, waving to have the crowd move back a distance, leaving space for Li Yingheng and Chen Yi to compete.
The Prince said aloud, "Such courage, I respect you as half a hero. If you truly win today, this Prince will not only bow to serve you tea but also offer an apology."
After saying this, he then turned back, looked around at the family members, and finally rested his gaze on Yin Weiyin, saying:
"Do not be afraid. The Vice Master of Sword Casting Villa, Li Yingheng, is a Fifth Grade Martial Artist, while Chen Yi has just entered the Spring and Autumn Roll, so their realms should be comparable. Moreover, Li Yingheng has been at the fifth grade for a long time, with more solid skills. I believe this Prince will not need to bow and serve tea to that kid."
Yin Weiyin’s face remained calm, but inside, she secretly complained, I’m not afraid you’ll serve tea; I’m afraid Chen Yi might kill you in a fit of anger...
The crowd had slowly retreated, and Chen Yi saw Li Yingheng placing his hand on the sword hilt.
Chen Yi waved his hand to have Yin Tingxue step aside.
Yin Tingxue looked at him and said softly:
"I can write poetry, just let me do it when the time comes. But let’s not talk about that now, be careful."
"Just wait patiently." Chen Yi replied offhandedly.
Li Yingheng stepped forward two steps, his hand still on the hilt, bowing slightly as he said:
"Li Yingheng from Sword Casting Villa has always been interested in Chen Qianhu, so this trip is not in vain.
I believe that as a Fifth Grade Martial Artist, Li Yingheng will not disappoint Chen Qianhu."
After saying this, Chen Yi asked in return:
"You know me?"
"Who doesn’t know you, and moreover, you once disciplined my disciple."
A shade of somberness passed through Li Yingheng’s voice, for no other reason but to seek justice for his disciple.
At the ruined temple, a group of disciples from Sword Casting Villa had been tracking Chu Hunan, during which one of his direct disciples, Cui Huang, was severely injured, bedridden for a hundred days, unable to move. Though it was clear that Sword Casting Villa had no justification, they still protected their own.
Chen Yi tried hard to recall and indeed remembered the incident, though not too deeply.
Li Yingheng took another step forward and said, "Please enlighten me."
"Alright." Chen Yi responded without courtesy, "Please give me your guidance."
Li Yingheng: "..."
Everyone says the polite words of Jianghu, but you are truly impolite. Do you really think ’guidance’ means guidance? Regardless of Jianghu status, how many days have you been on the Spring and Autumn Roll compared to me?
Moreover, you add ’please’ to ’give guidance,’ why so polite, are you respecting the seniority of the martial arts world?
Li Yingheng felt a spark of anger, and after a moment of stunned silence, everyone else also couldn’t help but laugh. This newly rising Chen Qianhu, whether rough or not, certainly had some uniqueness in his words.
And this fact, those who spent time with both Little Yin and Big Yin understood well.
The maiden attired as a servant, Little Yin, stepped aside, turning to see Big Yin wink at her, appearing to beckon her over. Though Little Yin was uncertain, she chose to trust Big Yin.
Not long after, Yin Tingxue found herself not too far from the plaque of Fenggu Hall, not too distant from Big Yin.
The Princess turned her head, glancing at Yin Tingxue.
Yin Tingxue quickly lowered her head, afraid of being recognized. After all, she had been to Prince Jing’s residence and seen the Princess. She recalled it was the nineteenth year of Celebration of Prosperity, the year when the late Empress passed away, and Lady An entered the palace as the Empress Dowager.
That year, Yin Tingxue was five years old.
Since then, she hadn’t seen the Princess again. It was said that one year the Princess fell seriously ill, and had been seldom seen outside since. During each Mid-Autumn and Lantern Festival, when the princes exchanged visits, it was always Prince Jing leading Sister Weiyang to visit.
Li Yingheng from Sword Casting Villa had already drawn his sword, bent low, raised his sword forward in a stance, with the sword tip pointing upward, and the left hand slightly bent. This posture was precisely the starting momentum of the Mo Ye Thirty-Six Swordsmanship from Sword Casting Villa.
Those knowledgeable among the crowd knew that this aura was not to be underestimated, causing a flurry of discussion.
While Chen Yi placed his hand on the Hou Kang Sword on his back, pressing it at an angle. As the scabbard reached the appropriate angle, he slowly drew the sword.
Seeing Chen Yi drawing a sword instead of using a saber, Li Yingheng couldn’t help but ask:
"I heard that Chen Qianhu’s saber is extremely fast, renowned for cutting through wind and rain. Why switch to a sword today?"
Chen Yi naturally replied:
"Weren’t you the one who said you wanted me to grant you instruction?"
"..."
Li Yingheng’s anger grew even stronger. You ask for instruction, and you truly give it?
Having been on the Spring and Autumn Roll for a long time, considering you as a senior, I intended to give you some face in front of the crowd and bring it to a draw. After all, in the martial arts world, one must uphold virtue. But now I see, not defeating you in one move would truly be a loss of virtue.
As soon as the thought settled, Li Yingheng made a sudden move, instantly, a flash of cold brilliance, and the sword’s resonance pierced the air!
Onlookers who were knowledgeable couldn’t help but sigh quietly. They already knew that once the Sword Casting Villa’s starting sword momentum was released, the next strike aimed straight for the throat. Of all martial arts, only speed is unbreakable, and the purpose of this strike was to seal the throat with one sword, while the unknowing could only see Li Yingheng moving with the sword, a gray flood dragon seemed to sweep past before their eyes.