Dragon Martial Sword Supreme

Hearing the words of the shadow, Ye Chenxiao was slightly startled, then a mocking, cold smile appeared on his face.

"More batches of people want to kill Zhao Letian? Good, things are getting more interesting. It seems that kid won't be able to escape even if he had wings tonight, as long as he steps out of the Royal Palace, he's bound to die without a doubt."

Ye Chenxiao smiled coldly.

The emergence of Zhao Letian not only threatened the Crown Prince, but also posed a threat to him.

If possible, he also wished for Zhao Letian to be slain sooner rather than later.

"Your Highness, do we need to investigate the origins of those groups?"

The shadow below asked.

"Why investigate them? There's no need to look into it, I already know where they all come from; there must be people from Skyfire Country among them. Zhao Letian killed their people in public, hit their pride, if they could swallow this insult, then they wouldn't be the hot-tempered Skyfire Country people."

Ye Chenxiao said disdainfully.

"Your Highness is correct, one of the groups concealed their auras quite well, but inadvertently, some powerful fire attributes were still revealed, they should undoubtedly be Skyfire Country people. However, apart from Skyfire Country people, there are several other groups."

The shadow said.

"Those other groups, without even thinking, eight or nine out of ten, must be Gray Wolf Kingdom people. According to the information in my possession, Zhao Letian, under the alias Zhao Zilong, offended many in the Gray Wolf Kingdom Capital. Those people definitely do not want him to live and enter the Imperial Secret Realm. Of course, whether people from Thunder Swamp Country have also joined in, I can't be sure. Zhou Bin is also no easy mark, Zhao Letian has swept his face on the grand hall today, and he probably won't let it go easily."

Ye Chenxiao spoke slowly.

"It's still Your Highness who is powerful, able to grasp the situation of the outside world without leaving your abode."

The shadow complimented.

"What's this? If I didn't have some tricks up my sleeve, how would I dare compete with my brutal elder brother for this great realm? Alright, you may go. Keep me informed at all times."

Ye Chenxiao said with a cold smile, unconcerned.

"As you wish, Your Highness."

The shadow nodded in reply, then vanished from the grand hall like a ghost once again.

...

At the same time, in another section of the Royal Palace, within a secret chamber, a young man in a golden robe was meditating in a seated position.

"Swish!"

Suddenly, a shadow appeared outside the chamber.

"Is it done?"

The young man in the golden robe asked directly, his voice cold, without a trace of emotion.

"Reporting to Your Highness, that person is still at Princess Siyu's residence, he has not left yet."

The man in black outside replied.

"I see. Go then, bring me his head."

The golden-robed youth commanded, his voice still cold.

"Yes."

The shadow outside nodded, then quickly disappeared.

...

At the same time, still in the Royal Palace, a middle-aged man also clad in a golden robe stood in a secret chamber unknown to others, with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing at a painting on the wall.

If Zhao Letian were here, he would recognize at a glance that the person in the painting was his mother, Zhao Yixin.

"Wouldn't it have been nice for you and your son to live a simple and uneventful life in a remote small city? Why insist on coming to this land of strife? Sigh, is all this really the will of the heavens?"

The man in the golden robe sighed a few times, a resolute look appeared in his eyes as though he had made a tough decision, and took down the painting from the wall.

...

Time silently passed by, and soon it was deep into the night. The starry sky above was dotted with stars, casting a serene glow.

Inside the courtyard of Princess Ye Siyu.

The scene above Tingyu Lake remained the same, with the wind and rain as usual. The melodious sound of the guqin still played on.

Ye Junrou and the others were still merrymaking and drinking in the rain pavilion.

Although Martial Artists have robust physiques that are not easily intoxicated, Qingluo Wine was no ordinary drink; it was extremely potent. Under Ye Junrou's encouragement, the four stunning ladies had already drunk themselves into a semi-drunken state, with hazy, drunken eyes.

As for Zhao Letian, he was still sitting cross-legged by the lake, fully engaged in deducing the state of fusion between martial arts and Dao.

"When it comes to the Sword Martial Soul, the Dragon Roar Sword Technique that I practice is very suitable, and there are no issues with the Nine-layered Sword Formation. The problem is that I shouldn't have randomly fused the forces of wind, fire, and thunder—this makes it mixed but not refined, and it actually weakens the sword technique's power. What I need to do in the future is not to easily fuse other forces, first thoroughly integrating the Nine-layered Sword Formation into the Sword Skill, and then try to fuse various forces. As for the fist technique, my Thunderbolt Fist should..."

The thoughts in Zhao Letian's mind raced as the outline for blending martial arts and Dao became clearer.

"Boom!"

Moments later, a powerful surge of True Essence Power erupted from Zhao Letian's body, and at the same time, the external True Essence Power seemed to form a funnel, pouring crazily into him.

"Eh? True Martial Eighth Realm, did he actually break through? He truly is a cultivation maniac."

Ye Junrou, now seven parts intoxicated, glanced at Zhao Letian with hazy, drunken eyes and teased with a smile.

"Big Brother Letian is amazing."

"Such a formidable young master."

Liu Wei and Luo Yao were also quite drunk, their cheeks flushed red and their eyes seductively fixed on Zhao Letian.

"Congratulations, Master Letian."

Just then, the relatively sober Princess Ye Siyu finally stopped playing the guqin because she saw that Zhao Letian had finished cultivating and stood up.

"You guys can really hold your liquor, huh?"

Seeing the four stunning beauties lying haphazardly in the rain pavilion, surrounded by hundreds of jars of Qingluo Wine, Zhao Letian couldn't help but smile helplessly and shake his head.

Now, not only had he ascended to the True Martial Eighth Realm, but he had also basically sorted out the framework for blending martial arts and Dao. What remained was to continuously refine it through practical training.

"It's because this wine is too delicious, hic."

Ye Junrou, holding a jar of wine, let out a satisfied burp.

"Keep drinking. It's getting late, and I should take my leave. Thank you, Princess, for the help of your guqin music, otherwise, I wouldn't have easily made the breakthrough to True Martial Eighth Realm today."

Zhao Letian glanced around at everyone, his gaze landing on Ye Siyu as he spoke with genuine gratitude.

"It was nothing, Master. Don't worry about it. It's quite late now, and leaving the Royal Palace might be a bit troublesome. If Master doesn't mind, you could stay here for the night."

Ye Siyu said.

The security of the Royal Palace was even tighter at night, with several checkpoints to go through in order to leave.

"The Princess jests. Naturally, I wouldn't mind, but having a man stay over might tarnish the Princess's reputation. The inns of the Gray Wolf Kingdom are not far from the Royal Palace; I can return quickly."

Zhao Letian shook his head.

"Tch, what a spoilsport. Siyu, don't bother with him, I'll take him out."

Commandery Princess Ye Junrou staggered to her feet, a slight circulation of her internal True Essence Power greatly reducing her drunkenness.

"Alright then, I'll leave it to you, Sister Junrou."

Ye Siyu said.

Then, Ye Junrou led Zhao Letian out of the Royal Palace.