Chapter 24: Knock Them All Down (2)

At Jiangnan’s words, the group of fellow disciples all nodded in agreement. Not only were they echoing him, but they also found some comfort in this explanation.

“A moment’s carelessness? Hahaha!” Yan Chuan burst out laughing.

He didn’t specify what he was laughing at, but just that laughter alone made everyone feel their faces flush with embarrassment.

Carelessness? In a battle of life and death, can there be such a thing as carelessness? It was a childish excuse, yet it was Jiangnan who had spoken it.

Jiangnan realized he had misspoken, but more than that, he was filled with anger. Angry at Yan Chuan’s audacity, angry that someone at only the Strength Realm would dare show him such disrespect.

Yet Yan Chuan’s carefree laughter stirred the soldiers below into a frenzy of excitement.

The commander was the spiritual pillar of the army, and their prince, even when faced with these cultivators, remained calm and unyielding, even forcing them to yield at every turn. The soldiers felt nothing but pride, a boundless pride.

High above, the young woman watched Yan Chuan below, a glint of interest in her eyes as she smiled. “This man is truly remarkable!”

The immortal crane nodded in agreement, letting out a few cries.

Below, Jiangnan slowly stood up and took a step forward.

All his fellow disciples turned to watch, waiting for their senior brother to teach Yan Chuan a lesson.

“Yan Chuan, it seems we underestimated you. Since you say we’re fragile, I, Jiangnan, would like to seek your guidance!” Jiangnan said in a deep voice.

Challenge him?

Huo Guang and Liu Jin grew tense again. The earlier incident with the grape had been a trick, but could there be another such trick now?

High above.

“These River Sect people are truly shameless. Seventh level of the Essence Realm, challenging someone at third level of the Strength Realm?” The young woman’s expression turned to disgust.

If the earlier contest had sparked her curiosity, she now felt only revulsion. Such an unbalanced match—how could they be so brazen and repeat it again and again?

“Little Crane, should I help that boy out? He’s actually rather pleasing to the eye now,” the girl asked the crane.

The crane shook its head emphatically.

“Very well, let’s watch a little longer,” the young woman replied, nodding.

Below, upon seeing Jiangnan’s challenge, Yan Chuan shook his head. “You? Not enough. Step aside, and I’ll pretend nothing happened.”

“Oh? Just you?” Jiangnan retorted with a laugh, angered to the point of amusement.

The group of disciples glared at Yan Chuan in cold solidarity.

“Don’t you think you’re rather like Feng Shao just now?” Yan Chuan asked with a smile.

Feng Shao had nearly died, choked by a grape—an utter humiliation. Jiangnan felt ashamed to be associated with him, yet Yan Chuan had compared the two of them? Jiangnan’s face twisted with displeasure.

“Hmph, don’t worry. I’ll only use ten percent of my strength, and I won’t hurt you. Go on, let me see if your skills are as sharp as your tongue!” Jiangnan said coldly.

Yan Chuan narrowed his eyes at Jiangnan, then shook his head gently and replied, “You’re too weak.”

“Insolent cur!”

With a sharp sound, Jiangnan drew the longsword at his waist, a wave of murderous intent surging forth.

But Yan Chuan stood motionless, watching quietly.

Jiangnan stepped forward.

Yet as soon as he took that step, his body wavered, as if he were about to fall.

Staggering, Jiangnan lurched a few steps forward, looking at the distant and seemingly “swaying” Yan Chuan in terror.

“What is happening to me? What did you do to me, Yan Chuan? What sorcery is this? How is this possible, how can this be!” Jiangnan exclaimed in panic.