Chapter 114: Yan Chuan Protects His Nephew (3)

Yan Chuan’s status was equal to that of the Yan Emperor, placing him in the same generation, which is why Yan Wudi addressed him as Uncle Wang.

“Hm, not bad! Born with a sword’s spirit in his bones—if properly tempered, he will surely become a great talent!” Yan Chuan nodded in satisfaction.

Listening to Yan Chuan’s arrogant words, Yan Wudi’s expression turned strange, but he said nothing.

After the uncle and nephew acknowledged each other, Yan Chuan’s gaze shifted outward once more.

“King Muye!” Yan Chuan greeted with a smile.

“I am of the same generation as Yan Tao; you should address me as Master Uncle!” King Muye replied with a faint smile.

“Hahaha, I have yet to join the Great River Sect, so where would the title of Master Uncle come from? But King Muye, since you consider yourself a peer of my father, why resort to secretly ambushing a junior?” Yan Chuan laughed.

“Hm?” King Muye narrowed his eyes.

One must know, his previous strike had been extremely discreet—how could Yan Chuan, a mere mortal, have known?

“Could it be...?” Yan Wudi glanced at King Muye in surprise. The sudden surge in the flying sword’s power had caused him to lose; could King Muye have had a hand in it?

“Yan Chuan, boy, do you dare slander my master?” Liu Gang immediately reprimanded.

“Hmph? So it’s Official Liu. What is it, do you feel accomplished teaming up with King Muye to bully a junior?” Yan Chuan scoffed.

“You’re the one...!” Liu Gang fumed.

“No respect for elders!” King Muye suddenly shouted.

With that command, King Muye’s aura surged abruptly, pressing fiercely toward Yan Chuan. The tremendous force stirred up a great cloud of dust that shot straight at him.

Boom!

A wild wind swept the ground as King Muye’s momentum was abruptly pushed back.

Suddenly, a figure appeared before Yan Chuan—it was Qinglong.

Qinglong glared fiercely at King Muye, radiating a violent aura that pressed hard against him.

King Muye’s expression hardened as the two faced off, their auras clashing and stirring layers of turbulent energy around them.

Onlookers all grew excited.

“Who is this? He actually matches King Muye stroke for stroke?”

“He’s helping Yan Chuan? Could he be an old friend of Yan Tao?”

“Indeed. Yan Tao was once so brilliant; it’s natural he had some powerful friends.”

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The murmurs continued.

Eventually, the standoff between Qinglong and King Muye subsided. Neither could gain the upper hand.

“Who are you?” King Muye stared at Qinglong.

“You don’t need to know,” Qinglong shook his head and stood behind Yan Chuan.

King Muye’s eyes flickered with change before returning to Yan Chuan, now looking at him with much greater respect.

Yan Wudi regarded this “Uncle Wang” with a complex expression, his eyes filled with puzzlement.

“Liu Gang, did you just cheat my nephew out of six cities?” Yan Chuan glared at Liu Gang.

Liu Gang felt as if he might spit blood. Was that cheating?

“We made a wager. How is that cheating?” Liu Gang said irritably.

“A wager?” Yan Chuan’s voice was low.

“Exactly. He wagered six cities from the southern border of Great Yan, and I wagered six from the northern border of Great Zheng. A fair bet—no cheating involved,” Liu Gang explained.

“Do you have authority over the cities of Zheng?” Yan Chuan asked.

“My master is King Muye of Great Zheng, a status above the Zheng Emperor himself. Naturally, I do!” Liu Gang said proudly.

“In that case, how about a wager with me?” Yan Chuan smiled.

“You?” Liu Gang frowned.

“What’s the matter, afraid now? Dare to cheat my nephew but won’t bet against me?” Yan Chuan sneered.

“Hmph, a wager then...” Liu Gang began, but suddenly stopped and looked at King Muye.

“If he wants to bet, you go along with it! He’s only at the eighth rank of Strength Realm,” King Muye said disdainfully.

“Understood!” Liu Gang replied immediately.

“If you want to die, don’t blame me. I’ll wager the six cities I just won!” Liu Gang said confidently.

“Six cities? That’s nothing to show off!” Yan Chuan laughed.

“Hahaha, good to know your limits. You can’t show six cities, so how many will you wager? Four? Three? Even one city is fine!” Liu Gang said excitedly.

“You don’t understand me. When I say six cities isn’t much, I mean it’s too few!” Yan Chuan smiled.

“Too few? How much do you want to wager?” Liu Gang frowned.

“My three southern provinces of Yan, forty-two cities! Do you dare to wager that?” Yan Chuan’s expression turned serious.