A Ten Thousand Phenomena Senluo who wasn't even thirty years old.

If he had another ten, or twenty years, what would he become?

Chen Chunliang dared not think about it. All he wanted now was to survive, and nothing more. If he lived through today, he would immediately send word to the Chen Family, urging them to dispatch their strongest members. Otherwise, they would suffer tremendous casualties. The entire Chen Clan might even be overturned.

However!

He had, after all, underestimated Chen Yang.

The very moment he turned to flee, the knife in Chen Yang's hand was already closing in on his back.

Before the blade even arrived, his white robe was already stained red. Upon closer inspection, one could see the robe was covered with countless fine cuts that had sliced open his skin, letting blood flow profusely. This was the result of the ferocious knife qi. Had it been an ordinary person, they would already be dead beyond a doubt.

SQUELCH!

The gleaming knife, like a beam of light from the heavens, plunged completely into Chen Chunliang's back.

A trail of blood quickly emerged, stretching from Chen Chunliang's left shoulder all the way to the lower right of his back.

As blood gushed forth, Chen Chunliang came to a sudden halt. Then his knees buckled, and he crashed to the ground.

CLANG.

The longsword fell from his hand, his head drooping, completely motionless.

This… Is he… dead? This top expert from the royal Chen Clan was really cleaved to death by a single strike?

GULP.

Countless people swallowed hard, looking at Chen Yang as if they were staring at a deity.

The Iron-Blooded God of Slaughter!

It mattered not if you were a big shot from the Martial Department or royalty from Cangyun City. When it was time to kill, there was no mercy.

He truly is the Zhennan Prince.

In that moment, amid the utmost horror, a profound sense of awe and reverence arose in everyone's hearts. He showed no favoritism among comrades nor fear of the powerful; he was truly unbiased and impartial.

This is the Nine Gates Admiral!

No wonder it is often said:

With you, the nation is fortunate.

Indeed!

With you, the nation is fortunate!

Chen Yang tossed the blood-dripping knife to Yan Yong and took a silk handkerchief from Yang Hu to wipe his hands.

Yan Yong caught the knife, which reeked heavily of blood. His hands trembled slightly, still overwhelmed. He had never witnessed such decisiveness in his life.

So domineering! There's a reason he's the Nine Gates Admiral.

Chen Yang looked at him with an apologetic expression and said, "General Yan, I've troubled you again."

"Admiral, you're too kind. This is all part of my duty," Yan Yong hastily replied with respect.

Chen Yang patted his shoulder. "I need to hurry back to Tianque City, so I won't stay any longer."

"Farewell, Admiral!"

Following Yan Yong's lead, the two-thousand-man troop behind him also shouted in unison, "Farewell, Admiral!"

The resounding cry surged toward the heavens.

For a moment, an iron-willed, solemn, and murderous aura saturated every inch of the air.

The surrounding onlookers were deeply moved. For some reason, they felt their blood boil as tears welled up in their eyes.

He was worthy of everyone's admiration, especially that man who guarded Hanyun Valley and ensured the region's peace.

After Chen Yang had been gone for some time, the crowd slowly dispersed. The news of Zhao Qian's execution and Chen Yang's identity as the Zhennan Prince then swept through Lingjin City like an instantaneous tsunami, driving the entire city into a frenzy. It was about to explode.

"So, it turns out he's the Admiral!"

"Admiral, I salute you and send my greetings! May you be in good health and forever protect this land."

"No wonder he could crush all opposition and silence the Martial Association with his blade! It turns out he's the Zhennan Prince, the Nine Gates Admiral who commands mountains and rivers, who roams the Four Seas and Eight Wastelands!"

"Where are those people who were loudly cursing Chen Yang and the entire Qin Corporation just now? Get out here, all of you!"

"..."

At this moment, from the high-ranking nobility to the common street vendors, everyone, no matter their corner of the city, was expressing their profound respect for the Zhennan Prince.

But Chen Yang, the man at the center of it all, had already left Lingjin City's territory. The business vehicle he was in was speeding along the highway toward Tianque City.

"Later, draft a brief and send it to the Elders' Court," Chen Yang instructed Yang Hu.

He was, of course, referring to his killing of Zhong Qian. After all, the man was an Eighth Rank Military General, so some explanation was due to the Elders' Court.

"Yes!" Yang Hu complied, then asked, "Boss, what about the Qin Clan of Qiyun Road? How do you plan to handle them?"

If Qin Gang wished for his soul to return to his ancestral home, he needed the recognition and readmittance of the Qin Royal Family. Only then could his spirit tablet enter the Qin family ancestral hall after his death, allowing his story to be honorably concluded in the family genealogy.

However, based on the current situation, it was impossible for the Qin Royal Family to readmit Qin Gang without external interference. The reason they had taken in Qin Gang and his family this time was firstly for a medicinal recipe and secondly to arrange marriages for Qin Qiu and Qin Mo with other families to expand the Qin Family's influence in Qiyun Road.

They were purely using the family as tools.

Right now, the only one who could change this situation and was willing to act was Chen Yang. Of course, a matter like this couldn't be handled with brute force, or it would only backfire.

As for what Chen Yang would actually do, Yang Hu couldn't guess.

"Back then, Old Mr. Qin Gang was driven out because he failed to meet the family's expectations, stalling at the Sixth Rank. Now, plagued by old injuries, he's like a cripple. Naturally, the Qin Family won't take him back."

Chen Yang looked out the window, his face filled with self-reproach. "If he hadn't taken that bullet for me, he wouldn't have fallen to this state."

It was precisely this sniper shot that had caused Chen Yang to leave Hanyun Valley and come to Lingjin City.

"I will definitely find the person who fired that shot!" Yang Hu said through gritted teeth, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard the veins on them bulged.

To fire a gun at a highly decorated officer in the Military Camp, and for no clues to be found after so long—one could only imagine how deep and wide the conspiracy ran.

"We can take our time investigating that," Chen Yang waved his hand, then continued, "The Qin Family has no illustrious members, but now, they have me as a grandson-in-law."

"Do you think my status as the Nine Gates Admiral is enough to pressure the Qin Royal Family, to make them change their minds and readmit Old Mr. Qin Gang?"

"Certainly!" Yang Hu laughed. "Boss, what's your plan?"

"Mobilize one hundred thousand men."

Yang Hu was obviously startled. "Boss, I'm afraid there aren't that many people in Qiyun Road."

"Who said I was mobilizing the Martial Guards from Qiyun Road? I'm mobilizing my own men!" Chen Yang said calmly. "The Qin Royal Family sees themselves as high and mighty, don't they? They look down on everyone? Well, I'm going to let them have a good look. I'll show them that Qin Gang is no failure. He has a grandson-in-law who commands an army of eight hundred thousand."

Yang Hu's eyes suddenly widened. This… he's going to mobilize one hundred thousand Hanyun Valley Martial Guards to Qiyun Road?

WHOOSH!

Instantly, Yang Hu felt his blood begin to boil, and a wide grin spread across his face. He could already picture the scene: one hundred thousand Martial Guards pressing down on them, the Qin Royal Family trembling in fear.

That will surely be a magnificent sight!

"As you command!"

"..."

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