Masquerade in Bridal Attire and Marry the Prince

128. Making a Move

Translator: asassin

Even though Wulin didn’t trust the court, no matter how deep that mistrust went, it wouldn’t not take a prince’s words seriously. So, many people down the stage, especially those of Black Sand Sect turned gloomy and could do nothing other than acknowledging Du Chuxuan’s victory. The Lord of Black Sand Sect waved his hand, signaling Yang Zhen to hurry back instead of keep disgracing himself.

Seeing how the situation had developed, Du Chuxuan smiled slightly towards Yang Zhen, “You method is still fundamental after all. A big sect like Black Sand Sect must have some power. I believe it can help you find some medicines to solidify your roots, and when the time comes, you won’t suffer too much.”

As he spoke, he had already put away the spear. In his opinion, Yang Zhen was merely angry at him because he joined the ring half way and there was no hatred between them. So, he wouldn’t take that seriously as the Lord of Sect Luo, nor personally.

Gloom flashed across Yang Zhen’s eyes as he glanced down stage. Seeing the grim faces of the Lord and some elders of his sect, he knew that this time he was heading to disaster, “I, Yang Zhen, concede defeat, but I wonder which sect does an outstanding young man like you come from, so that I can learn from you in the future.”

Waving his hand, Du Chuxuan’s red sleeves were extremely beautiful. “It’s not a big sect, I am who I am, the Lord of Sect Luo.”

Once this was said, the audience had mixed expressions. The third prince was most obviously stiff. He looked at Du Chuxuan calmly, surprised in secret. Not even he himself had such powerful figures behind him. He decided that Sect Luo was powerful enough to befriend.

However, the elders and the Lord of Black Sand Sect were a bit frantic right now. Even though they belonged to an old sect, they were able to understand things better than others precisely because of these underpinnings.

The secluded sects didn’t choose seclusion because of a lack for power. Rather, they usually had an imperial power behind them, and they would only go into seclusion after that power stopped supporting them. Some of them were naturally not related to the imperial family when they resurfaced because they had been around for too long. But by virtue of their previous imperial family connections, their underlying connections were not something that average sects could compare to.

Du Chuxuan didn’t care what the audience were thinking. He squinted his eyes, sensing a strong wind coming from behind. Between Yuxing Tianrui’s nervous breaths, Du Chuxuan restrained Yang Zhen, who wanted to deal a secret blow. With his hand around Yang Zhen’s neck, his gaze turned ruthless.

“Huh, you’re the only one in years who dares to sneak up on me.” His voice took on a hint of playfulness. It wasn’t that he was extremely unhappy – although he really was.

Yang Zhen stalked his neck and looked back at him without moving. “You are just a little bit better than me. I don’t think you’ll dare to kill me in front of all these people.”

He feared for his life when he said that. Having been staring at his Lord and master-shifu, he hadn’t missed the momentary despair on their faces. Because he knew these men, he understood that he had messed with someone he shouldn’t have.

The thought was despairing. He had always followed the teachings of Black Sand Sect and his master-shifu. If he did cause a big trouble for the sect, the sect would be merciful enough not to kill him. Bailing him out would hardly be a choice. Now that he knew he didn’t have a chance to live, it didn’t hurt to fight to the bitter end.

Du Chuxuan tilted his head, as if he was seriously considering what Yang Zhen said. His eyes traveled around the audience below. “Competition naturally has winners and losers. Sacrifices have to be made.” As soon as the words were spoken, he gave a slight push and Yang Zhen twitched in his hand, who clearly fainted from the pain.

A good number of youths stood up at once, obviously all acquainted with Yang Zhen. Even if they weren’t friends, they more or less knew each other. However, before they were fully on their feet, they were pulled down by the people around them, some of whom even smiled ingratiatingly towards Du Chuxuan after pulling the youths down.

Du Chuxuan raised his hand and threw Yang Zhen aside, who looked like an abandoned rag doll. “Lord Black Sand, to think that this is considered the top disciple in your sect, you don’t blame me for killing him, do you?”

Suddenly called to attention, Black Sand narrowed his eyes, and replied extremely quickly. “You must be joking, Lord Luo. This is a competition. Surely, I respect the rules. Life and death have their own destiny. What’s more, Yang Zhen has disgraced himself by sneaking up on you. Now he has nothing to do with my sect.”

Du Chuxuan had a cold inward sneer. Lord Black Sand did know how to evade responsibility. He had distanced himself away from the dispute in just a few words. Du Chuxuan wondered what the “corpse” on the stage was thinking right now.

“I’ve long heard that you are a clever man, Lord Black Sand. Today I got to see that for myself.” Nothing more need to be said. Du Chuxuan kicked the spear, which struck diagonally in the weapon rack. “I wonder who else wants to challenge me?”

Looking at the uneasy expressions below, he didn’t notice in the slightest, and clapped his hands. Luo Yi immediately joined him in the ring. “My Lord.”

“Take that lump away. I don’t want him to get in my way when I flex my muscles.” Du Chuxuan opened his mouth lazily.

If Luo Yi hadn’t known what he was like on a normal day, he would have considered this man an extremely arrogant lord.

“Yes, My Lord.”

Just within a split second, Luo Yi had already left with the body. The crowd’s knowledge of Sect Luo had risen another level. One subordinate alone could take a big man off the stage in a split second. The strength of the entire Sect Luo wouldn’t be too bad.

“Grandpa, don’t try to stop me anymore. I’ve been watching him. He just has some little tricks. Wait and see how I’m going to beat him up!” As silence hang over the stage, a delicate voice suddenly went up.

When the crowd realized what just happened, they saw a girl dressed in white stand on the stage with a long sword. If it weren’t for the fact that this wasn’t the right time, the two looked like they would have been a perfect match.

The girl that joined the ring was Sun Miaomiao, granddaughter of Lord of Luosheng Gate.

Du Chuxuan didn’t even look at her. “You aren’t even match for the man before you. I don’t take advantage of women. You’d better leave the stage by yourself.”