Jiang Changsheng disappeared from the roof and appeared beside the Crown Prince, Jiang Qian. With a wave of his sleeve, the soldiers around him were repelled by the spiritual force. Their internal organs were shattered and they died on the spot.
He pointed at Jiang Qian, who was clutching his neck and struggling in pain. Spiritual power passed through his hands and he quickly sealed the wound with Rejuvenation to stop the bleeding.
The reason why he saved Jiang Qian was because of his performance. In the face of a hopeless situation, he was not a coward. He still wanted to protect his mother with the dignity of the royal family.
This was the first time Jiang Changsheng had seen the Crown Prince who had replaced him. He was doing better than he had expected. No wonder Chen Li respected the Crown Prince so much.
In the end, this fellow was also a pitiful person. As the Crown Prince, he had never done anything immoral. Instead, he had an excellent reputation. Many citizens hoped that the Emperor would pass away as soon as possible and allow the Crown Prince to ascend the throne.
However, even though Jiang Changsheng had saved him, he would never let him be the crown prince again.
"Who are you?"
Hong Lie stared at Jiang Changsheng and asked in a deep voice. He was not angered by Jiang Changsheng's words. Instead, he was very cautious. Since he dared to come alone, he must be an expert. Moreover, Jiang Changsheng's movement technique was too strange. He had never seen such martial arts before.
The surrounding soldiers trembled and did not dare to get near them easily. The corpses of the soldiers on the ground had deeply scared them.
The Empress looked at Jiang Changsheng in shock and was equally puzzled.
Who was this person?
Not only did Jiang Changsheng disguise his appearance, but he also disguised his voice. Even the disciples of Longqi Temple would find it hard to recognize him.
His gaze leaped past the layers of black-armored soldiers and looked at Hong Lie on the horse. He coldly said, "You don't even know how deep the waters of the Great Jing are, and you still dare to rebel? What a joke. Be smart in your next life."
He raised his right hand and shouted in a low voice, "Rise!"
In an instant, the swords and spears in the hands of all the soldiers uncontrollably broke free from their grip and flew into the air in unison. Everyone widened their eyes at this scene, including the Empress and Jiang Qian whose bleeding had stopped.
What kind of martial arts was that?
Hong Lie tightly gripped his saber and felt an extremely terrifying force dragging it. After persisting for a few seconds, his saber also flew into the air and the tip of the saber was pointed at him.
Sword Control Technique!
For this technique, it was not just swords that could be used, any other weapon could be used too. However, the condition was that when the opponent's strength was far lower than his could he snatch the blade from afar.
Jiang Changsheng lowered his right hand, and weapons fell like rain. Many soldiers were pierced before they could escape. Blood splattered all over the Empress' Palace. Hong Lie jumped away from his horse and quickly dodged.
The general's martial arts were already very powerful. Otherwise, he would not have become a founding general in the martial arts world.
Jiang Changsheng sensed his true energy. It was very close to the Heaven Arrival realm, but only close.
In less than ten breaths, hundreds of soldiers inside and outside the palace died tragically with their weapons stabbed into their bodies. Hong Lie's iron armor was pierced and he was covered in blood. He leaned against the palace wall and stared at Jiang Changsheng as he breathed heavily.
He could not escape. There were swords hanging above his head, in front of him, on his left and right sides.
His eyes were filled with fear.
How could this person's martial arts be so high?
He had never seen such a martial arts technique. It was too terrifying!
Jiang Changsheng's voice floated over. "I've said it before. You will die a tragic death."
As soon as he finished speaking, Hong Lie's screams followed, accompanied by the sound of a blade stabbing into his body, making one's scalp tingle.
Jiang Changsheng turned around and lifted Jiang Qian. Just as he was about to walk towards the Empress, a voice sounded. "Your martial arts are really evil, but you can't take the Crown Prince away."
The two Buddhas of Disaster galloped from the eaves of the palaces and quickly landed in the courtyard. The two of them assumed a fighting posture.
Jiang Changsheng ignored them and looked at the Empress. "Let's go. I'll take you out so that you won't die in the palace."
The Empress took a deep breath and said, "Hong Lie is dead. His Seventh Highness' subordinates will not harm me. They know their limits. Take the Crown Prince and leave. Please ensure his safety. Please."
When the Misfortune Buddha heard that, he immediately rushed towards Jiang Changsheng. His body was like a ghost, so fast that it was hard to see with the naked eye.
Jiang Changsheng turned around and kicked the Misfortune Buddha at an even faster speed, stomping him on the ground. The stone slabs shattered and the soil collapsed. The Misfortune Buddha opened his mouth and spat out blood. His eyes widened in shock.
The Empress and the Misfortune Buddha were both shocked.
Jiang Changsheng stepped on the Misfortune Buddha with his right foot and carried the weak Jiang Qian with his left hand. He looked at the Fortune Buddha in the distance and said, "Is there no expert stronger than the Heaven Arrival realm in the Mahayana Dragon Tower?"
Overbearing!
What terrifying strength!
The Fortune Buddha frowned. He was well aware of the strength of the Misfortune Buddha, but he was defeated by his opponent with a single kick. He was definitely not his opponent.
His thoughts were like lightning. After he thought it through, he said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency is an expert in the Divine realm. However, even if you are in the Divine realm, it will not end well for you if you offend the Mahayana Dragon Tower!"
Divine realm?
What realm was that?
Jiang Changsheng was surprised. Could it be that there was a mental state between the Heaven Arrival realm and the True God realm?
From the other party's words, even if it was a Divine realm expert, the Mahayana Dragon Tower still had the ability to take him down.
Jiang Changsheng smiled disdainfully and said, "Then I'll wait for the Mahayana Dragon Tower in Ancient Han. As for where I am in Ancient Han, it will depend on whether your Mahayana Dragon Tower has the ability to find me."
He exerted strength with his right foot and broke the muscles and bones of the Misfortune Buddha, causing him to let out a mournful cry and faint.
The eyes of the Misfortune Buddha almost popped out. He hated Jiang Changsheng to the core, but he did not dare to attack rashly.
Jiang Changsheng lifted the crippled Misfortune Buddha with his right hand. Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly felt something.
Figures leaped up from behind the palace walls in all directions. There were thirteen of them, and they surrounded Jiang Changsheng. All thirteen of them wore bamboo hats and were dressed as assassins. Their clothes were even somewhat shabby, but they held swords in their hands and were filled with killing intent.
13 Heaven Arrival realm experts. Coupled with the Two Buddhas of Disaster, there were 15 Heaven Arrival realm experts!
Jiang Changsheng deliberately waited for them to appear and lamented in his heart. Good lord, it was hard to even see a Heaven Arrival realm expert in the past. After the Seventh Prince rose to power, the Mahayana Dragon Tower actually sent 15 Heaven Arrival realm experts. The foundation of the Mahayana Dragon Tower was indeed terrifying. No wonder Jiang Yuan had no choice but to bow his head and give up on him to support the Seventh Prince.
The female assassin in the lead said in a deep voice, "Your Excellency, let go of the Crown Prince and we will pretend that nothing happened today."
Jiang Changsheng teased, "Do you want him dead or to save him?"
The thirteen of them were silent.
Jiang Changsheng suddenly raised his sword and stepped on a sword on the ground. Then, he leaped up and left with his sword. Before the thirteen assassins and the Fortune Buddha could react, he had already left. His hoarse laughter resounded through the sky.
"I will decide his life and death!"
The 13 Heaven Arrival realm assassins immediately chased after him, but how could they catch up to Jiang Changsheng who was flying on his sword?
The Fortune Buddha looked at the Empress and said in a deep voice, "Please return to the palace. There will be a lot of killing in the palace today. Don't scare the Empress."
The Empress nodded expressionlessly and turned to return to the palace.
Jiang Changsheng stayed above the sea of clouds for a few rounds. After ensuring that the Buddha would not harm the Empress, he left.
15 Heaven Arrival realm experts were not his opponents at all. He just did not want to alert the enemy. If he were to kill them now, the Mahayana Dragon Tower would certainly send a stronger lineup, which would not be good. Moreover, keeping the life of the Fortune Buddha could be used as a witness. He had witnessed the birth of Little King Wei, and he could guarantee that he was not switched.
Before he understood the true strength of the Mahayana Dragon Tower, Jiang Changsheng had to be careful.
As long as he was 100% sure that he was stronger than all the experts of the Mahayana Dragon Tower combined, the Mahayana Dragon Tower would be finished.
At that time, he could even openly support the Little King Wei!
Jiang Changsheng carried one person in each hand and flew above Longqi Temple. Without anyone seeing, he swooped down and landed in his courtyard.
The White Dragon and Ping'an were frightened. Ping'an was still young and would not remember this in the future. He merely giggled at Jiang Changsheng.
Jiang Changsheng brought the two of them into the house and put down the unconscious Misfortune Buddha and Jiang Qian.
The Misfortune Buddha was doomed. Before he died, he would interrogate him about the true strength of the Mahayana Dragon Tower. As for Jiang Qian, it would depend on his choice.
Jiang Qian laid on the ground with a painful expression. The wound on his throat had only stabilized for the time being, but his internal organs were also injured. At this moment, it was difficult for him to even breathe.
Jiang Changsheng began to treat his injuries. There were no disciples near the courtyard, and the disciples had already rushed to the mountain gate, fearing that the rebels would go up the mountain.
An hour later, Jiang Qian's condition finally improved, and he could barely make a sound.
If it were not for Jiang Changsheng's cultivation, no doctor could save him.
Jiang Qian looked at Jiang Changsheng with great difficulty and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you… Senior…"
Jiang Changsheng sat on the bed and looked down at him. "From now on, you can no longer be the crown prince. What are your plans for the future?"
When Jiang Qian heard that, he immediately became visibly agitated and started to cough. With great difficulty, he said, "Why should I… I am the crown prince… When Father comes back…"
"You are a fake prince."
Jiang Changsheng interrupted impatiently. Jiang Qian froze as if he had been struck by lightning.
His eyes instantly turned red and his body trembled as he started to cry.
"I see… I see… Mother is not crazy… So I am just a chess piece… No wonder Father treated me like that and did not give me any military power. No wonder the Yang Family suddenly alienated me…"
Jiang Qian seemed to have gone crazy as he cried and laughed wildly.
He began to flip over and got up with great difficulty. Jiang Changsheng calmly stared at him, wanting to see what he was going to do.
Jiang Qian trembled as he picked up the Taihang Sword on the table and unsheathed it. He held the blade with both hands and stabbed his face with the tip of the sword. Fresh blood flowed down his hands and splattered on the ground.
Jiang Changsheng did not stop him and just looked at him.
Jiang Qian disfigured himself. His face was a bloody mess, and only his eyes were still clear. He put down the Taihang Sword and fell to the ground with a plop. He got up and crawled to Jiang Changsheng's feet with great difficulty. He said weakly, "Senior, please accept me… I don't want to be the crown prince anymore… but I want to live…"
He understood that as long as his face was intact, he would be pursued endlessly.
Jiang Changsheng calmly said, "If you want to be with me, you have to let go of your hatred. From now on, you will accompany me on this mountain."
Jiang Qian said in pain, "This junior… is willing…"
Jiang Changsheng took off his mask and revealed an extremely young face, which stunned Jiang Qian.
"This is Longqi Temple. My Daoist name is Changsheng. Give yourself a name, forget the past, and start over."
Naturally, Jiang Qian had heard of Daoist Master Changsheng. His heart was already dead and he did not care who the other party was. He gritted his teeth and said, "From now on, my name is Wang Chen…"
After saying that, Jiang Qian fainted.
Jiang Changsheng sighed and healed him again.
This guy really knew how to torture himself.
At the same time, a line of words appeared before his eyes.
"Thirty years after the founding of the dynasty, you had a conflict with Hong Lie and his soldiers to save your mother. Later on, you were attacked by the Double Buddha of Disaster and the Thirteen Assassins of the Sky. Fortunately, you escaped. You have obtained the survival reward—unique skill, the Wondrous Sect's Dharma Idol."
He had finally obtained a survival reward!
Jiang Changsheng smiled and looked forward to the power of the Wondrous Sect's Dharma Idol.