Chapter Thirty-Four: Turbulence in the Imperial Capital

  The morning of the imperial capital is also bustling and extraordinary. Even today, with a thin drizzle, it can't avoid the crowded flow of people!

  Suddenly, the bustling street became extremely quiet. The street was empty of people, and the shops on both sides were rarely closed, with no one inside daring to take a peek.

  Originally, at the end of a long street, there was a young man standing with his hands behind his back. He stood quietly, yet as the fine rain fell down, it seemed as if an umbrella was shielding him from above, so that not a single drop of rain touched his body.

  Not only that, but with him as the center, a faintly fierce aura was emanating from him, and upon closer inspection, it was found to be coming from the white fan held in his hands behind his back.

  As time passed bit by bit, the young man didn't seem to want to leave, as if he was enjoying the rainy weather, until...

  At the other end of the long street, another young man slowly emerged with a sword on his back!

  And this young man's face suddenly changed greatly after seeing that other young person.

  "Tiě shàn gōng zǐ, yè shuò!"

  Translation: "Iron Fan Prince, Ye Shuo!"

  Ye Shuo turned around and looked at the young man who came later, smiling faintly: "Hasty Sword Xiao hasn't been seen for many years, I don't know how much faster your sword is compared to back then?"

  Xiao's face turned even more solemn, and he spoke in a cold tone: "I've heard that Tie Shan Gongzi had been hiding for years because he couldn't bear the power struggles at home. I didn't expect that after all these years, our first meeting would be about verifying whether my sword is still as fast as it used to be. I'm truly honored!"

  Upon hearing this, Ye Shuo couldn't help but smile wryly and said lightly: "I've always heard that Xiao Wu's sword is very fast, but I didn't expect your mouth to be so sharp as well. I truly hope that in these years, your sword has made significant progress; otherwise, it would be a case of the sword being broken and the person dying."

  "Yè Shuò!"

  Xiao took a deep breath and said solemnly: "I've long known that you have a good relationship with Chen Ye, so I suppose you're here today to help him save face?"

  "Chen Ye doesn't need others to speak up for him, he can stand up for himself."

  Ye Shuang coldly smiled and said: "I came to find you, just to let you know that you're a good person but you don't act like one, instead you act like a dog's leg. Since that's the case, I might as well give this dog a good beating, so your master behind you knows that even if he is in the imperial city of the capital, he can't cover the sky with just one hand!"

  "And he dares to bully our brother, he will have to pay a certain price!"

  "Yeshuo, let go..."

  The word "suddenly" had not yet risen, and the line of sight was momentarily blurred. The young man in his eyes suddenly disappeared like a ghost, and when Ye Shuo reappeared, he was already standing in front of him.

  "So fast!"

  Xiao's expression changed drastically, he was a martial artist, and more specifically, a sword cultivator!

  A swordsman must be light and agile, emphasizing footwork and speed; otherwise, he will undoubtedly fail to contend with others.

  Of course, when one's cultivation reaches a certain level, using brute force to break through speed is no problem, but now Xiao Mei is still far from that level.

  Even so, Xiao Mo still had great confidence in his own footwork and speed, otherwise he wouldn't have challenged Chen Xuan, who was ranked above him, time and time again.

  The speed shown by Ye Shuo was something that Xiao had never seen before, and it made him wonder why Ye Shuo's ranking on the Imperial Capital's Junyan List had never changed, and no one had ever dared to challenge him.

  This speed alone is enough to make Ye Shuang surpass everyone!

  A figure appears, a white fan flashes like lightning, directly pointing at the spot between his eyebrows.

  "Xiao Mo, let me take a closer look, is it your sword that's fast or is it my white fan that's faster!"

  Bai Shan's speed was now so fast that Xiao Mou couldn't see it clearly, he could only instinctively place his long sword horizontally in front of his forehead, and at the same time, his body retreated extremely quickly like lightning.

  If there were onlookers, they would see from his actions that Xiao had lost confidence in his own instincts. He didn't believe that he could block Bai Shan's attack with his sword held horizontally in front of him.

  Even if the attack was blocked, Xiao Mei still didn't have confidence in herself, and wasn't shaken by the force of Bai Shuang's slap.

  But Ye Shuo attacked with a speed as swift as lightning, and with the speed of retreating in disarray, how could he catch up to Ye Shuo? In just an instant, that white fan had simply and unceremoniously tapped onto the long sword.

  "Ding!"

  As soon as the iron touched, a spark burst out in an instant, and among these star-like sparks, Xiao Mo involuntarily let out a muffled hum. His face suddenly turned pale, and a mouthful of blood was also forcibly spat out.

  "You're also worthy of being fifth on the Imperial Capital's Junyan List? Compared to Chen Xuan, you're really far too inferior!"

  A fan injured Xiao Mei, Ye Shuang faintly let out a sneer, without waiting for the former to react, his figure rushed up again. The white fan unfolded like a painting, but was sharp as a knife. At that moment, because Xiao Mei used her sword to block, only a clear "ka" sound echoed, Xiao Mei's fine steel long sword, under the fan, was cut in half like a piece of tofu, and then fell to the ground, making a piercing sound.

  "Yè Shuò!"

  Xiao's face turned deathly pale. He had known all along that he wouldn't be a match for Ye Shuang, but still, he thought he could at least hold on for a few moves. The current outcome made him feel ashamed to the point of death!

  The white fan had long been withdrawn, gazing at Xiao Mo, Ye Shuang faintly said: "You're not even qualified to fight against Chen Ye at the East Suburban Hunting Festival!"

  Xiao Mo's face was gloomy, but a hint of madness flashed in his eyes: "Ye Shuo, you really are here to help Chen Ye out. Haha, back then he was so arrogant and proud, but now he can't even handle the challenge he issued himself and needs others to solve it for him ahead of time. How ridiculous, haha!"

  "Yeshuo, I was defeated by your hand, Xiao Mou has no regrets. If you are not afraid of the person behind me seeking revenge, then kill me."

  "You don't have to use your master to threaten me, if I was afraid, I wouldn't be here looking for you today."

  The white fan closed as before, and Ye Shuo sneered with a smile: "You shouldn't use Chen Ye to provoke me to kill you. Hehe, I've said it before, finding you is just to give your master a lesson, don't always think you're right! As for your life or death, Chen Ye has already decided it for you."

  "Of course, if you don't want to die, there is still a chance, it depends on whether you can seize it or not."

  After finishing speaking, Ye Shuangyang left!

  The fine rain wet his body, but instead of making Xiao feel cold, it ignited a fierce fire deep within him. He couldn't guess what Ye Shuo was thinking, and only thought it was the intention of Chen Ye.

  "You're really something, aren't you? You let Ye Shuo humiliate me in public. Fine, very good! Just wait, when the time comes for the Eastern Suburbs hunting trip, I'll make sure to humiliate you to the point of death in front of all the nobles and dignitaries of the imperial court, to avenge the hatred in my heart today."

  Xiao Mo didn't expect that at the same time Ye Shuang was looking for him, there was another easy battle on a long street... And just as Xiao Mo was facing the drizzle and cursing Chen Ye, Ye Shuang had already switched to a new battlefield.

  The morning in the imperial capital is too quiet.

  It was just a morning, and the Xiao family's brothers, the Tong family's Longsun, the Wu family's young generation's best, and others were all injured by the long-lost Ye Shuo and Tie Yitian.

  Especially for the Changsun brothers, the injury was even more severe. Although it wasn't fatal, it left them with a lifelong and incurable pain!

  Not only that, but the businesses of these several households in the imperial capital were also surrounded by a group of people with unknown backgrounds this morning. They didn't use any violent means, but instead produced evidence of forced buying and selling.

  What shocked the people of Tokyo even more was that the current Second Prince, Takeru Minamoto, the third son of the Chou family, was also attacked on his way and although he wasn't seriously injured, his face was thoroughly humiliated.

  The Imperial Family, the Chen Clan, represents the pinnacle of the Great Hua Dynasty's existence. Someone actually dares to be insolent in front of us!

  For a moment, the imperial city was shaken, and the supreme ruler in the depths of the palace could not help but issue an order for all ministers and those involved to enter the palace immediately, he wanted to know clearly.

  It just didn't occur to me that neither the Second Prince Chenyuan nor Xiao Mo and others could clearly say who had injured them when questioned by His Majesty the Emperor.