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Chapter 336: Comprehending the Mortal World, Han Muye Enters the Confucian Dao Grandmaster Realm (3)

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Otherwise, with his Confucian cultivation, he could dominate the Western Frontier.

“Princess Yunjin, will you dance today?” Just as Han Muye was comprehending the changes in his body, a voice came from a loft.

Liao Chen frowned and said in a low voice, “Jiang Chongyang.”

Seeing Han Muye looking at him, Liao Chen quickly introduced Jiang Chongyang.

The three major trading companies of Jinchuan were Fujin of the Liao family, Rongchuan of the Zhu family, and Shuxing of the Jiang family.

These three trading companies each had the support of the forces behind them. The Liao family had the City Lord of Jinchuan City, the Zhu family had the County Governor, and the Jiang family had the Heavenly Cloud Dao Sect.

There were not many Heaven Realm experts in Shuxi County. In Jinchuan City, the County Governor, Su Zizhan, the commander of the Mystic Sun Guards, He Jing, and the commander of the Red Flame Army, Zhuang Han, were all beings that suppressed a region.

Outside Jinchuan City, among the cultivation sects, the Heavenly Cloud Dao Sect was respected. There were two Heaven Realm experts there.

With such strength, as long as thye did not offend the dynasty or go against the County Governor, they could dominate Shuxi County.

The Central Continent did not prohibit cultivation. Other than the prosperity of the Confucian Dao, there were all kinds of other cultivation techniques.

“Not only is Jiang Chongyang the third son of the Jiang family, but he’s also an elite disciple of the Heavenly Cloud Dao Sect.” Liao Chen shook his head and said in a low voice, “He cultivates both Dao and Confucianism. Such a person is indeed a genius of Jinchuan.”

Only such a person would dare to invite Princess Yunjin to dance on the Cloud Brocade Immortal Ship.

In the eyes of the large sects, the royal family was just an empty shell.

There was no need for much respect.

Hearing that someone had invited Princess Yunjin to dance, the entire hall fell silent.

It was said that Princess Yunjin’s Rainbow Feather Dress Dance was peerlessly beautiful, but no one had seen it before.

Princess Yunjin’s dance was just like those stories. They were all true, but people had never really seen them.

In the past, there were drunkards in the hall who invited the princess to dance, but the outcome was unresolved.

Even if Liao Chen said that he wanted to watch the princess dance, it was just a gimmick that was not to be taken seriously.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Chongyang spoke up today and invited the princess to dance.

Han Muye looked ahead. Through the open hanging window, he could see the purple-robed young man who had spoken just now standing in front of the window. His figure was slightly bowed. There were a few green-robed men sitting behind him in the quiet loft.

These people’s bearing was extraordinary.

Seeing that no one answered, the purple-robed Jiang Chongyang said again, “Princess Yunjin, I brought a few Senior Brothers of the Hongcheng Sword Sect from Yunxiang County to the Cloud Brocade Immortal Ship today to watch you dance.

“Princess, will you do me the honor?”

Yunxiang County was adjacent to Shuxi County. It was vast and had many experts.

The Hongcheng Sword Sect was the number one sect in Yunxiang County.

Hearing Jiang Chongyang’s introduction, discussions immediately broke out in the immortal ship.

What did it mean for the people from the Hongcheng Sword Sect to come to Shuxi County and be received by the third young master of the Jiang family?

Liao Chen’s expression was solemn.

“The Hongcheng Sword Sect has long wanted to rule the three counties. Could it be that they really want to invade the Shuxi cultivation world?”

The Confucian Dao of the Central Continent suppressed the world, but it did not care much about the matters of the cultivation world.

As long as these cultivation sects did not go overboard, the dynasty and the Confucian Dao would not care about their rise and fall.

However, the cultivation world also belonged to the Central Continent. The turmoil in the cultivation world would affect the mortal world no matter what.

Especially a merchant family like the Fujin Trading Company that relied on the cultivation world to gather wealth.

The main business of the Fujin Trading Company was in Jinchuan City, but they also needed to connect with various counties to transport goods.

The cultivation world was really in chaos. Their cargo flying ship would probably not be able to leave Jinchuan City.

“Third Young Master Jiang, our Cloud Brocade Immortal Ship has its own rules.”

A voice came from the top floor of the immortal ship.

Gentle, lively, and intoxicating.

Princess Yunjin.

Princess Yunjin was on the immortal ship and even answered Jiang Chongyang.

In the hall, countless people looked up.

At this moment, many people had complicated emotions.

On one hand, they naturally hoped to see Princess Yunjin’s Immortal Dance in the sky.

On the other hand, they did not want the number one beauty of Jinchuan to really dance for them.

Even if she wanted to dance for them, there should be a talented Confucian scholar who would present a good poem to the princess and let her take the initiative to dance instead of being invited by a descendant of a merchant family to dance.

A mere merchant.

“The rules of the Cloud Brocade Immortal Ship?” Jiang Chongyang laughed and turned to look at the green-robed men behind him.

“Senior Brothers, whether we can watch Princess Yunjin dance depends on your talents.”

Hearing his words, the green-robed men looked at each other.

A Daoist in his thirties stood up and slowly walked to the window. He said indifferently, “The rule on this Cloud Brocade Immortal Ship is to use a poem to suppress the ship. Then you’re qualified to ask the Princess to dance, right?”

His gaze swept the hall below, then the lofts all around.

“I’m Luo Wuyang of the Hongcheng Sword Sect. I happen to have a poem. Please evaluate it.”

With that, he placed his hands behind his back and looked up at the top floor of the cabin. “I visited Shuxi’s Huayang Sect and the beauty of the scenery inspired me to write a poem.

“What will become of the three peaks of Huayang Sect? Previously, the immortals ascended the clouds and cranes, and Shuxi’s lands bloomed with clouds and flowers in spring.”

The poem was neat and ordinary.

However, the information revealed was extraordinary!

Huayang Sect!

Liao Chen, who was sitting where he was, clenched his fists with a hint of fear on his face.

“The Huayang Sect? Wasn’t the Huayang Sect destroyed last year?” Someone in the hall exclaimed.

“Yes, last year, the three peaks of the Huayang Sect were severed and the sect was destroyed.” Someone looked up at Luo Wuyang, who was standing in front of the hanging window, with fear in his eyes.

Hearing the discussion below, Luo Wuyang’s expression did not change. He smiled faintly and said, “Indeed, the three peaks of Huayang are now an ornament at the back of my Hongcheng Sword Sect.”

After destroying the sect and cutting off the three peaks, he brought them to the Hongcheng Sword Sect in Yunxiang County as decorations.

Such domineering behavior instantly stunned everyone.

Even the arrogant Confucianists turned pale and did not dare to speak.

Luo Wuyang laughed and looked around. “Everyone, do you think my poem is qualified to invite the princess to dance?”

Those who were seen by him looked away.

Is he talking about poetry? they wondered.

He’s talking about the momentum of the Hongcheng Sword Sect in annexing the cultivation world of the three counties!

Inviting the princess to dance was a facade that day. His true intention was to test the various parties in Shuxi.

The Hongcheng Sword Sect had formed an alliance with the Heavenly Cloud Dao Sect to unify the Shuxi cultivation world.

Now he was here to test the reaction of the Western Garrison King in Shuxi County.

At this time, who dared to speak?

Silence filled the hall.

In the loft, Tan Tan lowered her voice and said, “Young Master Han, do you think his poem is good?”

Her voice was not loud to begin with, but at this moment, it was so quiet that countless people heard her.

Everyone looked at the loft where Han Muye and the others were.

“It’s someone from the Fujin Trading Company,” someone in the hall said softly.

“Fujin Trading Company? The Liao family probably doesn’t dare to offend the Jiang family, right? If they really fight, the Jiang family can prevent the Liao family’s goods from leaving Jinchuan City.” Someone shook his head and sighed.

He thought someone would help the princess out.

In the loft opposite, Luo Wuyang narrowed his eyes, and a cold sword light flashed in them.

Jiang Chongyang, who was standing behind him, took a step forward and looked at Liao Chen, who was sitting in the loft.

“So it’s Liao Seventeen.”

Looking at Liao Chen, a trace of disdain flashed across Jiang Chongyang’s face. He said loudly, “Liao Seventeen, what do you think of my Senior Brother Luo’s poem?”

The Confucianists in the hall looked up at Han Muye and the others.

In the end, it was one of the three major trading companies in Jinchuan City. At this moment, might there be a resistance?

“Third Brother Jiang, aren’t you making things difficult for me?” Liao Chen stood up and cupped his hands. “It’s not like you don’t know me. How can I understand this poem?”

They didn’t understand.

In Jinchuan City, the Young Masters of the three major trading companies said that they did not know poetry?

Ha ha.

Hearing Liao Chen’s words, Jiang Chongyang laughed in satisfaction. Just as he was about to speak, Luo Wuyang, who was standing in front of him, suddenly said, “What do you think of my poem?”

His gaze was fixed on Han Muye.

Liao Chen was stunned and hurriedly cupped his hands. “Senior Brother Luo, my good friend has just come to Jinchuan and doesn’t know much about poetry.”

At this moment, if Young Master Han said a few hurtful words, he would offend the Jiang family and the Hongcheng Sword Sect.

However, before Liao Chen could finish, Han Muye’s voice sounded. “Are you saying that I don’t know poetry?”